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acerospectrum · 2 months
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caprinaesprout · 1 year
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I have part one of three finals due today and I've been procrastinating for many reasons.
Soon I'll be free from thy prison and go back to my feral criminal gay crimes
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hoshigray · 3 months
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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 [𝐍𝐎𝐓]!! | a JJK series
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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!” “BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU!” It’s no secret to anyone on this Earth that you and Gojo cannot stand each other. Despite that, the world seems amused to put these two star-crossed lovers haters in the same space. Or worse, have them dwell deeper into their feelings for one another…
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining - fluff + angst + misunderstandings - first kiss - virginity loss - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - secret relationships; implied friends-with-benefits - sex in shared rooms; college dorms + hotel suite - college parties - use of party games (seven minutes in heaven) - confessions - mention of drug/alcohol abuse - humor bc Gojo and college, lol - Gojo is a cocky, tactless sweetheart, nothing new - cameos of other characters + explicit content will be listed in their respective fics (within the contents).
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: when I say that I had this series planned out, I mean like mid-October last year planned out, lmaoo!! I'm honestly so psyched to do this series, as it's one of my favorite tropes + relatively short as I'll be busy irl, but we'll do what we can!! i was lowkey feeling this concept when i was re-watching Ranma 1/2 and figured it would work great with Gojo. So, here's to hoping i can properly execute my thoughts with this series, hehehe~
reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ❤︎ gif header made by me + fic dividers used are provided by the wonderful @cafekitsune and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!!
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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒊𝒓...
All the material below contains explicit 18+ content, so minors do not interact.
₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (Feb 1st)
The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?
₊˚⊹♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 (Feb 7th)
Is it possible to wish to be in the embrace of someone who makes you want to throw them off a cliff? You seem to think so, and the same goes for Gojo. But alas, good things always come to an end, even when not meant to be...
₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 (Feb 14th)
Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something you’d never thought would happen – especially on Valentine’s Day! But it’s just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing more…Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.
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Sorry i tried to scroll past but, i know nothing about f1 other than max verstappen is fast, my dad doesnt like lewis hamilton, fast car goes in a loop and sometimes expodes. Could you give me a crash course in f1 drama? Im very intrigued. Whats the tea as it were?
a terribly loaded question, but i will do my best. i’ve talked about some of the drama before like the red bull second seat and the chronicles of haas but allow me to briefly try my hand at explaining the nightmare that is the upcoming silly season
under the cut we go
silly season is when the drivers go through contract renewals, extensions and switches. usually it’s confined to the first half of the season (march-july) but it has been known to extend all the way to the last race of the season and they like to switch people around at random sometimes. driver contracts are complex, there’s a lot of money involved and basically You Are The Face Of The Team so if you have a shit season then you make the team look bad. but at the same time you could have a shit season because you have a shit car. it’s sticky stuff.
so. there are only twenty seats in formula 1. 10 teams. each team gets two drivers. (there’s also reserve drivers but we’re not going to get into that). who ends up with a contract is largely up to the teams, they can pull the contract out from under people they can also cut you mid season. they’ve done it before.
of the 20 drivers on the grid, 14 of them have contracts expiring at the end of the year. yes. 14. you see how this could get complicated.
so let’s meet the teams.
red bull racing. they came first this year (and last year) in the championship. like aggressively first. like they won the championship by over 350 points. they are definitely the team to beat. but if you end up with a seat at red bull, you do have to deal with max verstappen being your teammate and he won all but three of the races last year. he’s the golden boy. red bull are also notoriously silly when it comes to contracts and famously swap people mid season who aren’t performing.
mercedes. merc is home to 7 time world champion lewis hamilton and they have won the championship a great many times, though not since 2021. they are kind of in their flop arc and their car the last 2 years has been pretty garbage, but they have still made it work because they were able to come in second last year.
ferrari. god help the poor little meow meows with a ferrari contract. ferrari is a notoriously great team and they’re trying to get back to the top again but their strategy every single time has fallen short. to the point where their drivers are the ones doing the strategy in their cars while driving. they came in third last year and have been decently consistent at getting first in qualifying and then getting beat by max verstappen on race day.
mclaren. they’ve definitely worked their way up over recent years. they ended fourth last year and have had some championship wins before but not nearly as many as say merc and ferrari. their team ceo (owner? director?) is a little interesting and their car started out a pile of flaming hot garbage at the beginning of the year but they did manage to get their shit together.
aston martin. they are owned by canadian billionaire lawrence stroll, father of lance stroll (one of the drivers for the team). they’ve undergone several name changes over the recent years (force india, racing point, etc). they positively slayed at the start of the season and then one day they sucked. they finished fifth in the championship.
alpine. the frenchest french team. they’re (i think?) still partially owned by the french government. both of their drivers are french. (their drivers also hate eachother but we’ll get to that. just know they’re in the middle of a modern french civil war). they had the opportunity to have a good rookie driver (oscar piastri) this past year but in a thrilling twitter battle, he publically flamed the shit out of them and went to mclaren instead (and slayed). they're usually solidly middle of the pack. they ended sixth in the championship.
williams. williams has been one of the back of the grid teams for the last many years but they have finally started to get their shit together and don’t quite suck as much as they used to. all of the points this year were scored by only one driver though (except one but we’ll get there). they came in seventh.
alpha tauri. they are the sister team of red bull. so technically redbull owns both teams (meaning they can swap drivers between teams. they like doing this.) they’ve just kind of been There for awhile but they did slay towards the end of the season when one of their drivers led the race for several laps. basically tho, this team is the gateway to redbull. they came in eighth.
alpha romeo. recently renamed to stake f1 team (but sometimes they are going to be called kick sauber. this is a whole other drama post and i’m not getting into it). they’re also just kind of there. generally unproblematic. seems that really great drivers who get ixed out of a contract for a younger driver end up here or young drivers who are in their early years are here before they go to a better team. they ended ninth this year.
haas. oh haas. goofy team. they suck. point blank they suck. they keep loosing sponsors because they suck, they don’t win ever (one time they came first in qualifying last year). they cursed themselves in australia in 2018 by not tightening their tires and its been downhill ever since. they came 10th. their team principle got let go (fired?) who’s to say today.
so those are the teams. it is important to note that:
-there is a cost cap. each team is allowed to spend no more than 135m per year.
-not all cars are equal. some things are standard. they all undergo the same testing. but the cars are all very different. so you can be a good driver but stuck in a shitty car. which makes it impressive if you are doing well in a shitty car.
let’s meet our drivers!!!
starting with the guys who’s contract is not ending in 2024:
max verstappen. 3 time world champion. 26 years old. general beast on the track. he dominated the whole season. he’s currently racing for red bull and has a contract with them through 2028.
lewis hamilton. 7 time world champion. 39 years old. he drives for mercedes. he will not leave mercedes until he retires. he really really wants to win an 8th world championship and is willing to stick it out a few more years as long as merc still believes in him. his contract expires in 2025.
george russell. the other merc driver. 26 years old. hes aggressively british and says thinks like blimey unironically. walking meme. got his merc seat in 2022 right when they entered their flop arc by getting his tractor of a williams to finish second in qualifying in the middle of a rainstorm. his contract expires in 2025.
lando norris. mclaren driver. 24 years old. he has notably never won a race in his five years of formula one (mostly because right when his car finally was good enough max verstappen was 20 seconds ahead of anyone) but he is regarded as Very Good. he has only ever driven for mclaren. and even though there is another year left on his contract there is mass speculation that he will not renew his contract with mclaren after it expires and he may move up to one of the top teams (red bull, merc, ferrari) (tho i think he doesnt hate himself quite enough to go to ferrari). his contract expires in 2025.
oscar piastri. the other mclaren driver. 22 years old. this was his rookie season and he positively slayed. like people compared his rookie season to lewis hamiltons rookie season. he also had the positively funniest start to his rookie year because alpine announced that he would be driving for them (he had been their reserve driver and in the alpine academy) and he posted a tweet that basically said yeah thats false i never singed anything with you and im going to race with mclaren instead (he dodged a bullet) and then alpine tried and failed to sue him for $4m USD. he signed a contract extension with mclaren this year and his contract expires in 2026.
lance stroll. aston martin driver and son of the aston martin owner. hes doing ok, tho there was conspiracy that he wanted to quit and have a tennis career awhile ago. but basically since his dad owns the team it seems that hes guaranteed a seat for as long as he wants one.
so now. moving onto the good shit. the people who have contracts expiring in 2024. hold onto your hats people.
charles leclerc. (everyones favorite slutty little soup can). 26 years old. he is currently at ferrari and he has been since 2019. notably, he was given the longest contract in the history of ferrari after a stellar rookie season at sauber (renamed to alpha romeo, renamed to stake f1) where he got the tractor of a car consistently into the points. having the longest contract in the history of ferrari was a flex at the time, but now its likely how he will introduce himself at therapy sessions. ferrari have fucked this man left right and center up the ass with a plastic lunchroom spork. hes talented, he can drive, and he can drive well. but the strategy that ferrari has absolutely sucks. either something is wrong with the car (see him blowing out his gear box on the formation lap in monaco, his car completely crapping out and spinning into the barrier in brazil before the race even started) or they fuck up his pit stops or put him on the wrong tires and honestly its just frustrating. but will he leave??? likely not. you'd have to pry ferrari out of his cold dead hands and at this rate that might be where this is headed though there has been some minor speculation of him going to another team like merc or red bull, but merc doesnt have any open seats and red bull is a whole other dumpster fire of drama. ferrari are going to have to pay him a boatload of money to make him stay.
carlos sainz. the smooth operator. 29 years old. ferrari driver. previously carlos was at toro rosso (renamed to alpha tauri), renault (renamed to alpine), and mclaren before signing with ferrari. he has been at ferrari since 2021 and has voiced that he would like to stay with them for however long he can. there is speculation that lando might replace him at ferrari (but landos contract is not up until 2025) and there is also some speculation that alex albon might replace him. while charles is clearly the golden boy at ferrari, carlos is slightly slower but also definitely consistent. he was THE ONLY non red bull driver to win a race this past year, in Singapore after max verstappedn was knocked out of qualifying by alpha tauri reserve driver liam lawson (more on him later) and because he basically came up with his own strategy in the car while he was driving.
sergio perez. aka checo. red bull driver. 33 years old. and oh boy here's where we open the can of worms. checo was previously at racing point (renamed aston martin) and it was very near the end of the 2020 (?) season and he was out of a contract. he had a bonkers race where he was knocked to the back of the grid and then overtook everyone and somehow ended up winning (there is more to that story but just trust me) and christian horner, red bull team principle, mr ginger spice and definite disney villain called him and said congrats sir you have a seat at red bull! well. fast forward. hes been causing problems. problems as in crashing a lot, generally not doing great and pissing the crap out of red bull. it is basically guaranteed at this point that he will not be getting a contract extension. there was actually talk this year of him losing his seat mid season to one of the alpha tauri drivers, because remember, red bull owns both teams and they can switch them whenever they want to (and they have!) but ultimately this did not happen. even though checo has a seat at red bull until the end of 2024, its mass speculated that he is going to get switched with an alpha tauri driver, probably daniel ricciardo (more on him shortly) mid season because there is a speculated clause in daniels contract that says that if checo isn't performing well in the first few races daniel is getting his seat.
daniel ricciardo. 34 years old. alpha tauri driver. man oh man what a guy. outside of being the prankster of the paddock, he has one of the most batshit careers of anyone currently on the grid. he started out at red bull and was showing real talent and skill and was on track to win things (and was!) and was there until the end of 2018 when max verstappen (his teammate) started getting preferential treatment and also red bull started having a lot of problems with their engines (which were being outsourced from Renault (now alpine) and another team on the grid) and well very very long story short he made the surprise move of the century and decided to sign with Renault (which makes no sense they're the one with the engine problems) and was there for 2 years before moving again to mclaren where he was reportedly not treated very well and had a hard time driving the car so they mutually ended his contract with them early and he basically retired at the end of the 2022 season and became a red bull reserve driver. then halfway through the 2023 season alpha tauri ixed one of their drivers, nyck de vries, because he wasnt doing well and promoted daniel back up to a full time driver at alpha tauri (which we know is only a step down from red bull) but then he broke his hand in a crash in zanvort (?) and then he was replaced for a few races by formula 2 driver liam lawson (who we will also talk about) and then he came back to finish out the season in alpha tauri after he was cleared. daniel has admitted openly that he never should have left red bull and he was given bad advice to do so. hes towards the end of his career at this point and its well known that he Really Really wants to finish out his career at red bull again. he and max have already been teammates before and they do work well together and daniel is great driver (see his comeback in texas (or maybe it was brazil?) this year). so. Pretty Sure that daniels going to get either an extension at alpha tauri or go up to red bull. thats what we all want. get this man in a red bull we need him there biblically.
liam lawson. now technically liam is not actually a formula 1 driver. hes a formula 2 driver, but he was daniels replacement for five races and there has been some speculation and some confirmed news about him so hes getting included. when he was racing for f1 he was at alpha tauri. hes 21 and looks like he belongs in the movie grease. no one was expecting him to slay in formula 1 and he positively knocked everyones socks off. the scene: Singapore. which, if you'll recall, is the one race that a not red bull driver won. this was largely because liam lawson slayed the absolute game in qualifying. the qualifying part of racing determines what order the cars start in on the grid for the race and theres three parts, the first two parts the bottom 5 drivers each time get knocked out and then the top 10 complete for the last 10 spots. liam lawson knocked BOTH max verstappen and checo perez out of qualifying in the second round by going very slightly faster than them, effectively fucking up red bulls race and allowing carlos to win. and he also scored points in that race, which no one was expecting. now thats all fine and dandy, but here's the speculation: hemlut marko (im pretty sure) (who is somehow decently involved in the decision making at red bull though i couldn't tell you how) said that he thinks that liam lawson will be in an f1 seat no later than 2025. meaning that he will probably get offered a contract this year. and hes already raced for alpha tauri. red bull have sunk a good amount of money into him. they clearly want him. so if he gets offered an alpha tauri seat in 2025, that means theres a good chance danny rics is going to red bull. do you SEE how the plot here is THICKENED
yuki tsunoda. age 23. currently at alpha tauri. and fun fact, the only alpha tauri driver to race there the whole year. he had three separate team mates. he is slaying and hes often slept on. he has a bit of a temper and likes to shout on the radio and also hates working out (they had to force him to move to italy or something to work out, long story) but hes been kinda killing it. he led several laps in the abu dhabi race this year and hes decently consistent. people think theres possibility that he could get moved up to red bull on account of the fact that he is younger than daniel and clearly has more years in him,, but there is also possibility that he might not because red bull like to make stupid decisions. and if he doesnt get moved up to rebel, will he stay with alpha tauri? we don't know.
alex albon. age 27. currently a williams driver. alex albon is another one with a batshit career. he started out his rookie year in 2019 at alpha tauri then got moved up to red bull halfway through the year when red bull decided that pierre gasley wasnt doing a good enough job (more on him later) and stayed with red bull for a solid year and a half until he lost his seat in 2021 to checo. he has been with williams for the last two years and is basically carrying the team. like. williams as a team scored 28 points this year. and alex albon scored 27 of those 28 points. and as we know, williams is still kind of in their shit arc (though they are doing much better. they didnt score any points for a solid 2 (?) years. so this is an improvement.) and if you can get a shit car to perform you catch the eye of bigger teams. now, alex has already been a red bull driver. and he was on the cusp of podiuming two separate times when lewis hamilton ran into him. this (among a few other things) basically killed his chances at getting resigned at red bull because he wasnt ""performing"" and red bull are bitches who love to win. but some people think that red bull should give him another shot. like daniel, hes already been max's teammate and he can definitely drive. but theres also talk he might go to ferrari because ferrari think that he might compliment charles's driving style (or something). but going to ferrari at this point is kind of suicide. so.
logan sergeant. age 23. the only american on the grid. the other williams driver. he just finished his rookie year. he scored a grand total of one single point this season, in texas, and it was because charles leclerc and lewis hamilton both got disqualified because the floor of their car had more wear (by literally less than millimeters) than it was allowed to, bumping him up from 12th to 10th. he has never done better than alex albon. he was also the very last driver to get a contract for 2024, with williams waiting until i think december of 2023 to announce his contract extension. clearly, hes on thin ice. but people have also said that he needs time to get used to formula 1 (other people have pointed out that oscar piastri slayed his rookie season this year and this statement about needing time is largely false). where logan ends up next year though will largely depend on how well the 2024 season goes for him.
fernando alonso. 42 years old. many people like to point out that oscar piastri is actually younger than fernando's racing career. he won tiktok creator of the year (somehow) and is also a 2 time world champion. he retired a few years ago, just to show back up again and slay. during the first half of the season when aston martin had a zoom zoom car he killed it, and then they had problems on top of problems and he didnt do well. except for that one race in brazil where he came in third, beating checo by literally .05 seconds. he hasn't really made any hints about retiring a second time and he is kind of carrying aston Martin right now (he scored 205 points this season, coming in 4th and tying in points with charles leclerc, lance stroll only scored 74 points this year.) and they did have their best year yet this year. (though they are relatively new).
pierre gasley. 27 years old. french. drives for alpine. the french team. previously he raced with toro rosso (now alpha tauri), then got promoted to a red bull driver in 2019, then halfway through the season they decided he wasnt doing a good enough job and he got demoted back down to alpha tauri. then he won a race with alpha tauri just to stick it to red bull. after the great oscar piastri contract twitter war, he was signed as alpines second driver, with Esteban ocon being the other driver (more on him soon). estie bestie and pierre (both french) were childhood friends and now hate each other for unknown reasons and basically feuded on the track for most of the season. french civil war at alpine. he scored 62 points in 2023 and came in 11th. not really sure where he will end up, it is possible that he will stick it out at alpine.
esteban ocon. 27 years old. also french. currently driving for alpine. another one with a silly bonkers career. he started out at force india and had a baller few seasons there but his teammate at the time was checo, and checo didnt really cooperate with him too much and caused some drama that cost estie bestie some places and some points. max verstappen also beat him up in the garage once. thats not really relevant but it did happen. anyway, after the owner of force india was arrested for .... i don't remember what maybe it was embezzlement or bankruptcy or something money related, the team was backed by lawrence stroll and became racing point. but all of that happened mid season and lawrence was basically like look ill back you guys for now but next year my son gets a seat (lance) so one of you two (checo and estie bestie) have to go. and ultimately they let estie bestie go even though he was more consistent because checo had more sponsors and they needed money. so he was out of formula 1 for a few years (but was a merc reserve driver) and then went to Renault, which then became alpine. he did come in 12th though overall this season, just behind pierre. so. will alpine keep both him and pierre and keep the civil war going? whos to say.
nico hulkenberg. 36 years old. haas driver. in his 200+ f1 races he has never been on the podium and he really really wants to be on the podium. unfortunately this will never happen in a haas because haas fucking sucks. and everyone knows it. he is getting towards the end of his career though. though! stake f1 will become the mario Andretti and audi team in 2026 (don't question it) and they have supposedly voiced interest in nico. so we will see if he hangs on that long to end up at audi. for now tough, hes definitely hating it at haas. though, haas are going to have a different team principle next year so maybe that will change things. i have a sneaky feeling through that haas will probably end up with another 2 rookie drivers because everyone else is smart enough to not race for them.
kevin magnussen. 31 years old. haas driver. hes another deeply interesting character. he has had one podium. in his rookie season. in his first race. and none since. kevin started at haas in 2017 and then left at then end of 2020 when he basically got kicked off because the team needed money and they wanted to bring in drivers with more sponsorships. these drivers were mick schumacher and nikita mazepin. so kevin basically was forced to retire after the 2020 season. this went decently well for haas. until russia invaded ukraine right before the start of the 2022 season and, well, nikita was Russian and it was never distinctly proven that his dads company (who was sponsoring the team) wasnt also funding the invasion. so nikita got fired and they were literally like 2 weeks out from the start of the season, down a driver. who are you gonna call? kevin magnussen! and hes been back ever since. but hes clearly getting annoyed with haas. there was one great clip from this year where his car caught on fire and he kind of just stared into to, clearly hoping it would burn for a long time. so the likelihood of him extending his contract is looking slim.
valtteri bottas. 34 years old. currently a driver for stake f1 (alpha romeo, kick sauber, whatever you wanna call it). previously, he was a mercedes driver and notoriously helped lewis hamilton win a great many championships, until he lost his seat to george russell in 2022. there was a rather awkward part of the 2021 season where valtteri knew that he was out of a merc seat the following year and kind of just chose violence. he slayed. then he went to alpha romeo, grew a mullet and made a calendar of his ass. quite the glow up if you ask me. hes also very interested in cycling. honestly though, i have my own personal speculation that hes going to retire at the end of this year.
zhou guanyu. 24 years old. driver for stake f1 (alpha romeo/kick sauber, etc etc). hes doing alright. he just finished his second season, in his first season he was majorly out qualified by valtteri but this past season he managed to out qualify him a good 6 times. which is decently good for the tractor of a car hes driving. its possible that he could get a contract extension, but like logan, its probably going to depend on how the 2024 season goes for him.
and thats all the drivers. theres also a few others i didnt talk about, like some other f2 drivers who want seats and mick schumacher, who is currently a merc reserve driver, all of which could be contenders for f1 seats. but one things for sure. this is going to be the silliest fucking silly season.
feel free to add on and peer review me
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princessaxoxo · 7 months
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Dad's Best Friend
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August Walker x reader 
Summary: August is your dad's best friend, and the two of you share a special afternoon.
Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, unprotected sex (p in v), cussing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, pet names (princess, my girl, baby, good girl), Age Gap
Wordcount: 1.8k+
A/N: Reader is in her mid 20s and august is in his 40s.
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You attended your father's 46th birthday celebration; this year, he went above and beyond. Instead of hosting the celebration at his home as he usually did, he chose to rent a banquet hall. The reason? You did not know.
Nonetheless, the décor and the extravagantly dressed attendees were stunning. Ladies, including you in the most exquisite dresses, and men dressed in their best suits
As you moved around the room, you introduced yourself to everyone and thanked them on your father's behalf.
That is when you noticed him, August. You did not think he might be here, but he definitely would be given that your father and him have been close friends for a long time.
In the past, even with other people around, you did not dare to approach him. You were not as nervous anymore because you were older and had more life experience.
"Hey August, remember me?" you said as you entered his field of vision. "No, I am sorry; I don't," he said after giving you a quick glance. "Alexander's daughter, I know I do not look the same," you said with a smile as you looked at him. August's eyes nearly bulged out of his head in shock at what he was seeing.
Although he thought you were attractive the last time he saw you, he decided not to pursue you because you were the daughter of his close friend.
"Oh yes, I apologize. How are you doing?"
Compared to the earlier conversations you had that same night, this one between the two of you seemed to flow naturally.
August began to perceive you differently; you were not the same apprehensive college student he first met three years ago. That is what frightened him, because he did not care about the consequences of what he wanted to do to you and with you.
He eyed your movements more than he should’ve. Whether or not you noticed was irrelevant to him. How you occasionally licked your lips following each wine sip
He needed to leave your presence because of the unholy thoughts that started to run through his mind. "Please excuse me; I have to use the restroom." He smiled at you with his lips pursed.
You were upset in some ways and dreaded the conversation's end. However, you also departed to spend the rest of the evening with your parents.
When the cake was brought out for your father, everyone gathered. August put his arm around your father and shouted, "Happy birthday!" clearly drunk.
When your father went to blow out the candles, August looked at you with a lustful glare that made you squeeze your thighs together.
He noticed that, and it made his ego soar knowing he was making you feel that way.
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You arrived at your parent's house the following morning. "Hello?" As there was nobody in sight when you went to look around, you made the decision to sit and wait for them.
After 30 minutes, you heard the door open. "Mom? Dad?” you called out.
"Unfortunately, no, I came by to say goodbye to your father," August said as he appeared.
“Oh, my parents' are out. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.” You looked to the couch and said, “If you like, you could sit and wait with me.”
He didn’t second-guess his choice.
He took a seat and began to man spread.
On a chair your parents had in the living room, you sat across from him.
Until he spoke, the two of you sat in quiet comfort. “If I have not already said so, you looked stunning last night.”
“Thank you; what I wore last night wasn’t my first choice, nor was the dress my favorite.” August stayed quiet for a moment, taking you in. He rubbed his jaw. "Well, still, you looked stunning. I'm sure you look stunning in anything you wear"
What he said shocked you, you hadn't expected to hear that from him.
You eyed him just as he did with you, and you realized that you hadn't seen someone look so good with a beard; you wanted to know how it would feel against your pussy while giving you head.
You were 99% sure it would feel like heaven.
Acting on instinct, you walked over to the couch and climbed onto his lap. He leaned his head back to look up at you with a smirk. “And what are you doing, princess?” You grabbed his jaw and kissed him. His lips were soft, moving elegantly against yours.
You felt his hardened cock underneath his slacks, and you started to rub yourself against his cock.
He grabbed the back of your neck, turning the soft kiss into a harsh one.
Holding onto you tightly, he turned you on your back. He started to kiss down your neck, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
"Let's get your shirt off." He threw your shirt off and started kissing between your breasts. You leaned up for a moment to unclasp your bra. As soon as it was off, he grabbed each one, kissing and sucking your nipples and moaning around them.
"Fuck, you have the most perfect tits."
Moans were filling up the silence in the house.
You helped him undo your pants, and he smacked your thighs for you to open them wider.
"You're drenched for me already, princess." He moved your panties over and slid two of his fingers between your folds before removing them and tasting you.
He held a smirk on his face as he lowered himself. He ripped your panties, and you felt his breath over your bare pussy. "Please August" 
"Tell me what you want, princess, and I'll give it to you."
You looked at him with pleading eyes and said, "Please lick my pussy; I need it."
He opened up your folds with his fingers and started sucking on your clit, he removed his mouth, and you whined. You leaned up to look at him; he spat down on your pussy and started to rub your clit. "Oh, shit" you moaned loudly.
You watched as he relentlessly sucked and licked your pussy repeatedly.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your pussy tasted so sweet. "Does my girl want my fingers?" You couldn't get your words out; you nodded quickly.
"Give me your words."
"Yes, I want your fingers."
He plunged his fingers into you, and he watched as you threw your head back.
You could feel yourself on the verge of an orgasm. "I- I'm going to come." You held on to his hair as you grinded your pussy on his face.
Your moans became louder, and your thighs started to shake. He held a tight grip on them. Your eyes were shut tightly, and you saw spots behind them as you came on his face.
You were right; his beard felt fantastic against your pussy.
You watched him take off his shirt and then his slacks. He pulled out his enlarged cock, which was bigger than you anticipated.
"Open your mouth." You did as told; he looked at you, then his cock. "You know what to do, baby."
You kissed his head and then licked around his tip before fully taking his cock into your mouth. You began to hallow your cheeks as he pushed his cock down your throat. "God, baby, your mouth is a talent."
Tears started to brim in your eyes. "My girl looks gorgeous with my cock down her throat. Shit, I'm going to fucking cum." He spurted down your throat, and you proudly swallowed his load.
"I need to feel your pussy around my cock; I can't wait a moment longer."
He tapped his cock on your pussy, and moved between your folds. Your wetness spread over him before he delved into you. Your mouth parted with a moan. "Oh god, August."
"That's right, baby. Taking my dick so well. You're such a good girl for me."
He slowly built up a pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Your pussy belongs to me now, do you understand?" He grunted out, "I've been thinking of this since last night, wondering how you feel around my cock."
He gave your face a little slap and grabbed your jaw. "Answer me."
"Yes, my pussy belongs to you."
Both of your moans were mixing together with the sound of slapping skin, and he was in awe at how your tits were bouncing up and down. He leaned down and licked around one of your nipples while pinching the other one.
He moved his lips upward and began to massage his tongue with yours. You moaned into the intense kiss you were sharing.
He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it onto his shoulder, kissing the side of your ankle, and holding onto your hips. This position allowed him to reach deeper. "August, baby, I'm going to come."
"Yeah, going to come all over my cock? Just like a good girl, I know you are."
He pulled you closer to him and increased his pace; your nails were scratching on his back. His grunts were sounds of pleasure and pain.
"Look at me; I want to see your pretty face while you come all over, my cock princess."
Your brows furrowed, and you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach while your thighs began to shake.
"Oh, oh yes."
August was close to your face, your lips brushing against one another.
"I'm going to fill up your sweet pussy; make you full of me, baby."
"Yes, please" 
He kissed you hard before he moaned out, filling you with his cum. August thrusted inside you a few more times to get every drop of him into you.
August removed his cock, and at the same time, you heard a car pulling into the driveway.
"Shit!" 
In a hurry, you and August got dressed.
Your parents walked through the door. "y/n, where are you, sweetie?"
"I'm in the living room." You smiled at her once you saw her. She looked over at August, not expecting to see him. "August, what are you doing here?" He responded kindly to her, "I was coming to say goodbye to my best man, of course."
Your mother told him where your father was, and afterward, she walked to you. "Are you okay? you're flustered."
"Yes, of course I'm okay. Just excited to spend my last night with both you and Dad."
Your mother, being the sweetest person on the planet, of course, believed your lie.
"y/n come say bye to August."
You walked to him, standing in front of the door. "It was so nice seeing you again. It was a pleasure." The smile you held was genuine.
"No, trust me, the pleasure was all mine." August brought you in for a hug and whispered in your ear.
"You will keep my cum in you for the rest of the day. If you don't, I will find out. I'll be seeing you love." He gave you a kiss on your cheek before bidding your parents goodbye for the last time.
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SPLASH
Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)
warnings: SMUT nsfw 18+(um lang, y/n receiving, unprotected, cream pie —assume ur on bc—-semi public/sneaky, nothing too crazy)
authors note: AW ITS KINDA CUTE GUYS. here’s the other matty poo idea i had since y’all seem to eat him up always hehe.
summary: you join some of your friends on a trip to get over a breakup and end up having a heart to heart talk during a late night swim with matt….but talkings not all you end up doing…
word count: 3,431w
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“hey y/n get your suit on! we’re gonna swim!” nick said, peering in through your half opened door.
“mkay” you nodded back, forcing a smile. it’d been a split second decision to force yourself to join your friends on this trip. Nick had suggested you come to try and get your mind off of things. you and your boyfriend had broken up only 2 weeks ago, after you found him cheating on you. it’d been a long time coming and had almost never been a good relationship, but a breakup is a breakup and you were still reeling from it. you pulled out a stringy bikini, then threw an oversized t shirt on top. the house you were staying at was large and out in the middle of nowhere. the pool was a significant distance behind the house which gave it a cool secluded feel during the day, but at night the walk alone was a little eerie. you fears washed away though as you got close enough to see your friends splashing around and their laughter became audible, only lit by the purple pools lights. it brought a smile to your face and you felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while. you and your friends hung around together for a couple hours, getting late into the night when chris decided he was hungry and needed a snack. the nearest convenience store was about 20 minutes away and would be closing soon so chris and the 3 of others decided to do a junk food run, leaving just you and matt. matt had been your friend since 7th grade, but the two of you hadn’t gotten to hang out as much in the last year cause he made your ex so nervous. he was always convinced you had feelings for matt. at one point he might’ve not been wrong, but you’d never tell a soul that.
“ok last chance guys! you want anything?” nick shouted as the others ran back towards the house.
“skittles!” said matt
“oo can you get me some twizzlers?”
“yup!” nick said running off
“think he listened?” matt said wading through the water to the edge where you were sitting, dangling your feet in.
“oh definitely not” you laughed
“you should come in the water! it’s really warm”
“but then when i get back out i’ll be cold” the outside air had dropped enough to feel the slightest of chill of fall.
“so? you can borrow my sweater if you want” said matt sweetly, always a gentleman
“come on! have some fun!” he teased splashing only enough to spray a few droplets on your thighs. you could never say no to him. you stood up and pulled your tshirt over your head. matt looked up at you, his mouth slightly ajar, before he quickly glanced away. you figured he’d zoned out. you cannonballed in, intentionally hitting matt with a wave of water.
“asshole” he laughed, splashing you as you came back up for air. you grinned at him and shook the wet hair out of your eyes and paddled to sit on the pools steps. matt joined and sat next to you. he leaned his arms against the the pools edge, the water only coming up to his mid stomach. you stole a glance at his toned torso and arms, tattoos glistening from the water. his eyes darted back to yours and he gave you a half smile.
“hey, you been okay? i didn’t wanna pry, but i head about the breakup” he said with concern
“oh…yeah. i’m okay i guess” you sighed
“he’s a real dick, y/n. i mean really. such an asshole. i wanted to kill him” you snorted
“you and me both” matt was on a roll in his rant and barely seemed to notice your comment
“i mean he has some fucking nerve treating you like that. you deserve like the best of the best and the fact that he didn’t didn’t see that—“
“aww matt” a warm fuzzy feeling spread over your skin at his words. he snapped back into remembering your presence and gave you a bashful look.
“i just think you deserve someone who treats you right. so good riddance to him” he said, splashing at an invisible presence off in the distance, trying to play cool. it was an adorably dorky move.
“thank you, matty” you said softly. he paused, and looked you intensely in the eyes.
“yeah always” he breathed out. the tension hung thickly in the night air. you turned your face away from his, hoping it would dissipate.
“and not that it matters, but i remember back in middle school when everyone was playing truth or dare, all the girls made fun of him for being a bad kisser” matt said, attempting to lighten the mood. it worked and you let out a laugh.
“yeah trust me, kissing wasn’t the only thing he was bad at”
“oooooo really” matt said grimacing. you nodded and dramatically shivered at the thought.
“yeah, honestly, don’t think there was a single time i wasn’t on top doing all the work. he’d sorta just lie there…like a corpse. and y’know…second he was done that was that. maybe 2 minutes each time.” matt’s jaw dropped
“whaaaat” you laughed as you glanced at your hands under the water, feeling nervous about talking about this with matt.
“that’s crazy. half the fun of sex watching the other person enjoy it” you felt your face flush as you raised your eyebrows at him
“what?” he chuckled back at your surprise
“nothing, i’ve just never heard you talk like that before” matt rolled his eyes playfully
“yeah well much to your surprise i have had sex before, y/n”
“well i know that…”
“just didn’t think i’d be good at it” he cut you off, teasingly. your face turned from flush to beat red, making you thankful for the dim lighting.
“hey, i wouldn’t be one to judge” you shrugged out, suddenly feeling painfully aware of your lack in experience.
“what do you mean?” matt questioned
“just…he was the only person i ever…y’know” you sheepishly avoided the words.
“had sex with?” matt filled in for you. you nodded and scrunched your face. he studied you for a minute.
“so you’ve never had good sex?” he asked, quietly. you felt so exposed you might as well have been naked.
“‘guess not” you mumbled avoiding is unwavering gaze.
“have to wait around for the next boy” you snickered to yourself
“isn’t that a bit of a gamble?”
“well what are my other options i mean youre the only guy i know who probably any good at sex—“ matt’s eyes widened. you slapped your hand over your mouth, panic beginning to settle in.
“oh my god—sorry—i—that came out wrong—i didn’t mean like you and me—like you need to show me—shit” matt just continued to look at you, his eyes burning holes into your skull. you buried your face in your pruning hands.
“well, why not” matt rasped out. you peaked through your fingers at him, his expression looked blank, but his chest rose rapidly, nervously. you dropped you hands.
“what” you almost whispered. he took a steadying breath.
“i said why not.” you tried to breath, but no air seemed to be available.
“what do you mean” matt gnawed at his lip before speaking again.
“i mean that you deserve to only feel amazing and i don’t want you to go around experimenting with more assholes and—“
“matt, i’m not gonna let you have pity sex with me” you scoffed out, embarrassment itching your whole body.
“that’s not what i meant y/n” he said in a hushed voice. you continued to babble over him.
“i mean i know you’re the nicest guy ever, but come on even you have to know you don’t have to fuck me to protect me from other bad guys—“
“i dont want you to fuck other guys at all” he sounded exasperated. you gave him a lost look. he exhaled, looking up at the sky for invisible answers.
“you don’t?” he looked back into your eyes, you felt like your heart could melt.
“of course not, y/n” your heart raced.
“okay” he furrowed his brow
“okay what?”
“okay yeah— i mean let’s—“ you inhaled, pulling yourself together and met his gazed
“i want you to show me” his chest rattled again.
“yeah?” he breathed out. you nodded, rapidly. he moved closer to you, your faces now inches apart. his eyes darted down to your lips. he smiled, and looked back up into yours, as one hand gently wrapped around your waist.
“okay” he rasped out as he brushed his nose against yours. he seemed to revel in the tension between you, before bringing his soft warm lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, but still delicate. it sent electricity through your chest and down to your fingertips. he brought his other hand up to your check and jaw, molding your faces together even more. matt pulledl his lips away from yours momentarily to whisper out
“you can touch me, y/n” you only then realized your arms had been cluelessly frozen by your sides. you eagerly brought them up around matt’s neck, immediately changing the tone of the kissing to something much more heated. he let out a sharp breath into your mouth before moving to come between your legs, both hands now grasping your waist. he pulled you closer and you wrapped your legs around his body, gripping into his hair. he let out a small groan against your lips and squeezed at your flesh in his hands. you sighed out at the feeling, opening your mouth against his which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. your mouths locked together perfectly, as your hands begin to move from his hair to explore his chest, your fingertips roaming the skin of his body you’d only ever dreamed of getting to touch. you lowered your nails to just beneath his bellybutton, which elicited a genuine moan from him. you smiled against his mouth
“where did you learn that” he grumbled
“i have have a couple tricks” you said coly
“oh yeah?” he said between soft quick kisses
“so do i” he bit down lightly on your bottom lip, pulling with his teeth as he brought your hips up against his. you whined feeling him press against your bikini bottoms. he chuckled at your pathetic reaction and pushed your hair back from your neck. he lowered his lips down to the sensitive newly exposed skin and began to sloppily kiss a trail from your jaw to your collarbone, then began sucking and biting at your flesh.
“fuck” you moaned out, your eyes rolling back. you grasped at his taught upper arms.
“you like that?” he groaned against your skin, setting it ablaze with vibrations.
“yes” you sighed out, bucking your hips slightly against his, desperate for more than just the grazing pressure of him standing against you. he seemed to understand your every need and hooked his fingers through the flimsy ties of your bikini and pulled you harshly against him. you felt a hardness in his shorts pressing against your core and your mouth practically watered. his hands trailed back up your body and to your back where your top tied together.
“this okay” you nodded and pulled him back in against your mouth, not wanting to waste a moment for words away from his lips. he expertly untied the knots and slipped the clinging wet fabric of your chest, leaving your boobs exposed to the outside air. he tossed the fabric on the ground behind you as he looked down at your heaving chest.
“god” he groaned out, his eyes widening as he brought his hands to your boobs and pawed at the the soft flesh. he ran his thumbs delicately across your nipples watching you, as you tossed your head back in a moan. he slipped his hands behind your back again, bringing your bare skin flush against his
“you’re so beautiful” he huffed against your lips. you began to rock yourself back and forth against his blatantly obvious hard on, desperate to build some friction. he wrapped one arm around your thigh and lifted you up to the top dry step of the pool, completely taking you out of the water except for your calves. matt lowered himself down to his knees a few steps bellow you, and began to kiss your knees and inner thighs. your legs quivered, as your core ached for attention. his wide blue eyes looked up at you, his mouth only inches away from where you needed him most, as his fingers hooked to the sides of your swimsuit.
“can i?” he mumbled against your skin.
“please” you whined out. he pulled at the loose bows, undoing the flimsy cover easily. you lifted your hips for him to slide the fabric from between your legs. he parted your legs with his hands, his pupils dilating to blackness as he took in the sight of you entirely exposed.
“so perfect” he sighed almost in a trance
“matt—“ you whined desperate and impatient. he looked back up at you with a half smile
“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you feel so good” his words alone could’ve made you come undone. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he brought his warm wet mouth against your aching clit. he gently kissed at the bundle of nerves, making you thrust your hips up against his face hungry for more. he responded by beginning to drag his tongue in painfully slow circles around your clit.
“oh god—matt-“ you cried out, your fingers latching into his hair for support. he groaned against your sensitive bud.
“y’taste so good” your thighs squeezed his face as he began to move his tongue faster, flicking it it circles around your clit.
“oh fuck— that feels so good—“ you exhaled. one of his arms loosed it’s grip
as he brought his fingertips down to meet your folds. he broke his tongue away from your clit and rested his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh as his watched his own fingers drag up and down your dripping folds. you whined in torture and he brought his pointer and middle finger to your entrance pressing small torturous pulses against it, but not entering or giving you the fullness you needed. you were a mess at his touch, whining, moaning, and thrashing around, but he seemed to savor every minute of watching you. finally, he slipped his finger into your core and you cried out at the feeling.
“so pretty” he whispered again before starting to pump his digits in and out of you over and over, his fingers curving up expertly. the tension in your stomach began to form almost immediately. matt needed no clues in knowing what you needed and lowered his tongue back to your clit. your walls began to pulse around his fingers. you knew you were close.
“oh god—matt-i—“ you began to stutter out
“good girl. cum for me” he cooed. you fell apart with his permission and came undone. your legs stuttered as your high began to end and matt slipped his fingers out of you. he lifted himself back up to your level, leaning against the ledge behind you and kissing you again.
“see how good you taste” he said against your lips
“matt” you giggled slightly shocked against him, starting to close your legs. his grip latched back down on your thighs, stopping you.
“oh i’m not done with you yet” he growled through a slight smile, as he hoisted you up into the air. your wrapped your legs around him, as he carried you away from the pool to a nearby lounge chair. he laid you down on your back and climbed on top of you, between your legs. he pressed his still covered crotch against your exposed vulnerable entrance. you hissed, still sensitive from your recent orgasm. he stopped and pulled back from you
“you okay?”
“yes just sensitive” you let out a breathy laugh
“do you want to stop” the overwhelming look of concern in his eyes was adorable
“are you kidding me?” you said, wrapping your legs around him tightly, bringing him back down on top of you.
“thank god” he exhaled. you laughed as you began to kiss him again, rolling your hips up against him. he whimpered. you dragged your fingernails up his back and dug in slightly at his shoulders. he groaned again. the sound of him wanting you was enough to make you desperate all over. you continued to run your fingernails down his chest and to his waistband, snapping the elastic against his skin slightly. his stomach tensing at the feeling.
“take these off, matty” you whined.
“whatever you want” he pulled off from you and stood to the side, sliding off the shorts.
his rock hard dick sprung out free from the fabric and slapped against his stomach. your jaw opened slightly as your eyes took in the impressive size of him in front of you.
“what?” he chuckled
“youre so big” you said in genuine awe
“fuck you don’t know what you’re doing to me” he said, climbing back on top of you and needily yanking your legs up around him. the tip of his hard member rubbed against your clit as he continued to grind his hips against yours through your makeout.
“matt—“ you whined again, needing more.
“you sure you want to do this?” he asked looking into your eyes.
“yes matt—i want you so bad” you moaned to him
“fuck i’m all yours, baby” he said kissing you again, as he began to align himself with your entrance. he pushed himself inside you slowly and shuddered against you once he was all the way deep into your core. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the extreme stretch before beginning to slowly thrust in and out and in and out of your pussy. the stretch and fullness of him made you cry out sounds like you’d never made before.
“fuck you feel so good. such a perfect tight little pussy” he huffed out between his calculated thrusts.
“oh god matt”
“taking me so well baby” he cooed
“shitt-feel so good inside me, matty”
“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, huh baby?” he breathed against your ear, burying his head into your neck.
“so fucking much—oh god yes—faster”
“okay beautiful” he began to pick up the pace of his steady thrusts and you thought you’d see stars. each thrust of his dick equally hard and timed out as he slammed against your g spot. you clawed at his back desperately, which only seemed to encourage him to pick up his pace to an impossibly faster speed. you slurred out curses in between pornographic moans as your mind became a total blur. you could feel your second orgasm approaching.
“OHHH FUCK MATT YES”
“fuck you sound so good moaning my name like that y/n”
“MATT OH GOD IM GONNA”
“you gonna cum for me again, baby?”
“YES OH MY FUCK”
“be a good girl and cum all over my dick” your eyes blurred with tears of pleasure as your ears buzzed and your second orgasm took control of your body. matt let out an uneven moan as your walls rapidly pulsed around his cock.
“fuck—squeezing me so good—shit—i’m close—“
“mmmm” was all you managed to moan in response as he began to trust into you wildly and unsteadyily
“oh my fuck baby i’m gonna cum”
“cum matt—i wanna feel you cum” you panted
“OHH MY OH FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM NGHH IM CUMMING” the groaned out as he halted his thrusts deep inside you, shooting hot white ropes of his release into your throbbing core. he collapsed breathless on top of you. after a moment matt pulled himself off your chest and propped himself up by his forearms.
“have any fun?” he asked sheepishly
“are you KIDDING ME? holy SHIT” you said in total honestly
“not half bad right?” he laughed, reaching for his shorts.
“unreal” he handed you his sweater and leaned back down to kiss you again, but pulled away abruptly
“sorry—was that weird? i don’t wanna make you feel pressured—“ you wrapped your arms around his neck shutting him up with another kiss
“good luck if you think your getting away from me now”
“i wouldn’t dream of it”
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A/N: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I said I was taking a break. In my defense I really am taking a break but I had this idea and had to write it.
Warnings: Fluffy, Neighbor!Eddie, Eddie smokes a lot of cigarettes, Reader and Eddie are mid to late 20's, Eddie's love language is acts of service.
You grumbled, cold hands slipping through the balled up maze of wires.
You had pulled out your box of christmas decorations from storage and were determined to have your house decorated and holly jolly before the day was over.
You had moved to this little house a month or so ago. It was modest, a two bedroom home at the end of Maple Street that needed a lot of love and care and you had a lot of love and care to provide. Right now though, it was your worst enemy along with the tangled up lights that you hadn’t properly put away after decorating your apartment last year.
It was your own damn fault.
You let out an annoyed huff, your breath blowing out in a cloudy puff in the cold December air.
“You need some help there, neighbor?” A voice crooned from behind you.
You jumped, and you would have dropped the lights if they weren’t wrapped around your wrists like some type of handcuffs.
You turned to face Eddie, your neighbor from right next door.
He was in his usual uniform of head to toe black but with a dark red beanie perched over his long hair. He had a cigarette perched between his lips and he looked at you with a face of concern that made you even more embarrassed than you already were.
He let out a breath of a laugh when he spied the way you were wrapped in the christmas lights. He plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and crushed it on the pavement behind him.
“Looks like you got yourself all tangled up,” he announced and your tummy did a little flip.
You looked down, embarrassed.
“Yeah, well, I was trying to get into the holiday spirit but..” you held up the tangled lights.
“I hope you weren’t planning on getting up on the roof by yourself,” he reprimanded you as he started working to unravel the lights from your limbs. His knitted gloves brushed up against your skin as he worked and you were jealous of how warm he probably was all bundled up like that.
You wanted to sneak your way up his jacket and steal some of his warmth.
You and Eddie had met when he helped you drag your couch up your porch stairs and into your living room when you were moving in. Since that day, he had made a point to help you with a lot of things. Car won’t start? He’s over in a heartbeat to fix it. Porch light out? He has an extra light bulb and up on your porch replacing it. No milk? No worries, he doesn’t have any either but he has to go to the store anyways.
Eddie had helped you time and time again throughout your few months living here and it made you feel kind of bad that he was always coming to your rescue like this.
“I wasn’t going to actually get on the roof,” you explained, thinking about how you planned on balancing on the ladder as you tried to figure out how to hang Christmas lights. You had never actually done it on your own before so this year was definitely going to be interesting in terms of decorating.
Eddie looked at you with a raised brow.
“Hey, if I fell off the ladder I was kind of hoping my neighbor would spot me lying in the bushes when he came out for his hourly smoke break,” you joked, poking him in the ribs with a finger as he choked out a raspy laugh.
There was a pause for a moment as Eddie got the lights out of your hands and started untangling them on his own.
“I can do it,” he muttered, so softly at first that you almost didn’t make out what he said.
“Excuse me?”
“I said I can hang them up for you. I was getting ready to put mine up too so I might as well,” he offered.
“Eddie, I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that,” you complained, feeling bad that once again he was coming to your rescue.
“You didn’t ask. I’m offering. All I ask is that if I fall off the ladder you make sure I have a cigarette while I’m waiting for the ambulance,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes with a laugh as he focused on getting the lights untangled.
It wasn’t long before Eddie had made you go inside where it was warm while he decorated your house for you.
You had refused at first, but he insisted that he wanted the final product to be a surprise for you.
You watched out the window as he tested the lights to make sure they worked, something that you had forgotten to do.
He turned sensing your stare through the blinds and gave you a cheeky wave. You rushed away from the window, shamed that he had caught you gawking at him like a teenager with a crush.
You sat for a moment, feeling useless before you decided to do something nice for Eddie, as a thank you.
There was a knock at the front door as you finished pouring the hot chocolate into mugs and topped them with marshmallows. The cookies sat cooling from the oven and the house smelled divine.
“I made some hot chocolate and cookies!” You called as he waved for you to come to the door.
He smiled, a wide smile that made you want to melt onto the floor like a snowman.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed as he took your arm and led you out the front door.
“Don’t open them,” he reminded you as he helped you down the steps, one at a time.
You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, not wanting to ruin whatever he was brewing up.
He positioned you somewhere in front of your house, both hands squeezing your shoulders for a moment as he put you in the right place.
He leaned down to you, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.
“Open.”
You couldn’t help the gasp of awe as you stared up at the beautiful lights on your house. It was a mix of colors, hung expertly and framing your house like something out of a Christmas movie.
“It’s beautiful, Eddie,” you whispered, unable to help the tears pricking your eyes.
“Do you like it?” He asked, some uncertainty laced in his tone.
“I love it,” you said as you turned to look at him. “You have no idea how much I love it. Why do you always do such nice things for me?” You asked, needing to know after months of his kindness.
Eddie’s brow furrowed as he looked at you in confusion then understanding. He took his gloved hand and placed it gently on your cheek.
“Because you deserve to have nice things done for you.”
You weren’t sure if you moved first or if it was him but one moment Eddie was saying something sweet and the next your lips were on his, kissing him with the lights shining on your brightly.
When you broke apart, you smiled at each other and he pulled you close to him, content to not speak as you both soaked in what just happened.
It was perfect, the way you and Eddie held each other as the snow started to fall and it was something you thought about every Christmas for the rest of you and Eddie’s lives.
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dreamofjoys · 7 months
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𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙓 !
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♡ A/N: Hello to everyone! I am excited to announce that I will be participating in kinktober 2023! This is my second time participating, so Im quite excited for it. There's a lot for me to write so I seek your understanding that I might not post them on the day itself (school is starting mid october eek but I will try and get it done). Last year's kinktober was focused solely on twisted wonderland but this year there will be other fandoms as well, and it will also be more plot focused? Hopefully that makes it more interesting. Only posting on some days
♡ Brief C/W: Dark themes, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, pregnancy, double penetration, stalking and many more (will update as it goes by but will state in more details at the start of each fic). Everything is strictly character x fem/afab readers only
♡ General rules: Minors DO NOT INTERACT, No mean or rude comments (why read when I already stated the warnings and synopsis?Just block if don't like or uncomfy) and lastly, DO NOT ASK FOR PART 2.
♡ Participating fandoms: Genshin Impact (Neuvilette, Wriothlesley, Zhongli, Ayato, Alhaitham), Honkai Star Rail (Luo Cha, Jing Yuan, Blade, Nanook, Dan Heng, Dan Feng), Twisted Wonderland (Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Leona Kingscholar)
♡ P/S: Everything is subjected to changes! Some fics are still in progress of brainstorming.. you can try to req and I'll see if I want to take up the idea. Just putting out the masterlist early to test and see how things go. Might make some changes here and there but it honestly just depends on my situation and mood. Also teasing you guys and adding some sneak peaks lol (I genuinely hope it's good) You can literally guess who will be in the fic base on the title. Will only open taglist if there's a demand.
DREAMOFJOYS KINKTOBER 2023 COLLECTION
DAY 1-7 ; 7 minute in heaven? More like 7 days inside you!
— Characters involved: Malleus draconia(TWST), Wriothlesly(Genshin), Ayato(Genshin), Nanook(HSR), Luo Cha(HSR) — Synopsis: After getting officially married, you and your husband decided to finally go to your long awaited 7 days honeymoon in a resort at private island specially reserved by your husband! Those 7 days were meant to be fun and relaxing, but why are you so tired by the end of it? — Story parts: 1 / 2 /3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7
Day 9-11 ; The Demons of Xianzhou
— Characters involved: Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Feng (HSR) — Synopsis: There has been a legend of demons existing and residing in Xianzhou for a long period of time. Surely, they can't be one of your closest friends, right?
Day 13-15 ; In the name of Justice
— Characters involved: Neuvilette, Wriothelesly (Genshin) — Synopsis: Two of the most well known men in fontaine has fallen head over heels for you. They claim that everything that they do is for the sake of justice
Day 18-19 ; Egg Incubator
— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: A young maiden was chosen by her village and was sacrificed as an offering to appease the 5 dragon gods who were terrorizing their land. She plots to escape from them, but can she really succeed?
Day 20 ; The General's Slave
— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?
Day 23-24 ; The Princes's Sin
— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?
Day 25 ; The Acting Grand Sage's Filthy Secret
— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?
Day 26 ; The Destruction of Nanook
— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?
Day 29-31 ; Briar Valley's Eternal Ruler
— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?
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wonusite · 2 years
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Addicted
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pairing: mingyu x reader
summary: mingyu is too addicted to the love he has for you to let you go.
warnings: mentions of extortion, age gap (reader is in her 20s and mingyu is in his 30s), jealousy, daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex, hand job, oral sex (f receiving), make up sex, office sex, morning sex, riding, backshots, creampie, pussydrunk!mingyu, overstimulation, soft!mingyu, a little bit of angst
read part one and two and four
a/n: pure filth as usual. minors dni!!
Strangely, you don't feel guilty.
Not when your mom comes home one night in a fit of rage because Mingyu broke off the engagement, not when she calls you weeks before school is over to insist that you move back home, and not when you notice that she's starting to drink more. Maybe it's the part of you that resents her for brushing you aside and treating you more like a burden than a daughter, or maybe you were just too busy basking in your bliss to care.
Either way, you should've seen her actions as a forewarning. And it's not until she joins you for breakfast one morning that you realized you fucked up by not being more careful.
“I'm selling the house.”
You stop mid-chew, and the sugary cereal in your mouth suddenly tastes sour. When you lift your eyes to look at her, you noticed that she's actually changed out of her pajamas and wearing makeup. There's a satisfied smirk on her face as she scrolls through her phone.
You force yourself to swallow the food that now feels like rocks and blink at her. “What?”
“I paid Mingyu a little visit yesterday.” She doesn't look up from her phone. "Now that he gave me what I needed, I'm free to leave this city and live the life I've always wanted.”
Her dig doesn't hurt, but it's the other part of her sentence that has an uncomfortable knot forming in your stomach. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, I always had a feeling he was screwing some whore behind my back. When I told him that his business associates would be very interested to know about his affair, he gave me a settlement to keep me quiet. He knows as well as I do that something like that could ruin his career.”
It felt like your ears were ringing. You knew the affair you two were having wasn't necessarily moral and potentially life-ruining, but to think that your mother had actually extorted him—
“Don't give me that look.” Your mom rolled her eyes. “I'll wait until you're back in school to finalize everything. That'll give you some time to make some arrangements for when the school year is over.”
It didn't matter to you that she had chosen to tell you this only three days before you were meant to go back to school. You didn't even care that you had no place to store your things or even a potential place of your own when you were done with school. All you could think about was Mingyu, and how this was all affecting him.
How were you ever going to face him again?
Maybe it was stupid of you to think that things between him and your mom would be a clean break. It was probably even more stupid of you to get so attached to him while knowing how badly things could end. The entire time you knew your relationship couldn't possibly last for so long, but to have it end this way is almost too painful for you to handle.
It hurts when you start to distance yourself from Mingyu. You almost feel guilty until you remind yourself that it's the right thing to do. Despite your mom not knowing it was you who was fucking her fiancé (she wouldn't have been so calm and levelheaded if she knew), the potential of her ruining his life haunted you constantly. And you loved him too much to let that be something within the realm of possibility.
It's easier to avoid him when school starts. Days soon turn into weeks, and you think that maybe you've finally managed to create a rift that's big enough to make Mingyu lose interest. The gaping hole in your chest doesn't close with time, but you know you can’t let yourself ruin the man you love only for the selfish reason that you want to keep him by your side.
“You're in serious need of some dick.”
You give Minghao the dirtiest glare you could muster. He only laughs and throws an arm around your shoulder, affectionately squeezing you against him. “It's true and you know it. With the way you've been acting, I can tell it's because you haven't—”
“I'm just waiting for you to end your celibacy so I have someone to go to the club with.”
Your friend scowls at you. “I'm not celibate! I'm just waiting for a certain frat boy to realize sex is better when there's feelings involved. Not that you would know, Miss Hit It And Quit It.”
Oh, but you did know. That's why you had gone all this time without so much as touching yourself. Nothing felt the same without Mingyu, and it showed. Bad.
Another week goes by before Minghao decides he's done waiting around. Determined to get his mind off of that stupid frat bro, he invites you, a girl from his communications class, and your mutual friend Seungcheol for a night out. He insists on making a whole night of it and drags you all to a fancy restaurant before going to the club.
You often forget that he's a trust fund baby until he does some out of touch rich kid shit. Like now, as he's pulling out his black card and only telling the hostess his name instead of making an actual reservation. You're not surprised when he tells the group that the ridiculously expensive dinner you're about to have is on him.
As the waiter is escorting you to a table, you almost trip over yourself when you see Mingyu at one of the tables. He's not alone, either. A beautiful woman that seems to be around his age is sitting with him.
You know it's not right or sane to feel such a rabid jealousy—jealousy that barely overshadows the hurt consuming your chest. The organ in your chest clenches painfully when you make eye contact with Mingyu and he's quick to turn his attention back to the woman sitting across from him.
“Are you going to order some wine?” You immediately ask Minghao after you're seated.
You two have been friends long enough for Minghao to realize something else is going on. Of course, he doesn't mention it and has a vintage bottle brought out, making a note to grill you about your inner turmoil later.
As you sip on the bitter drink, you try to convince yourself that it's for the best that Mingyu had already moved on. Maybe someone age appropriate and who isn't related to his ex-fiancé is just what he needs. This was a good thing.
So why did it feel so terrible?
You practically drink the entire bottle by yourself to keep yourself from looking at the table Mingyu and his date are at. Before you could try to keep drinking, your friends decide it's time to go to the club. You don't know whether to feel relieved or upset.
The rest of the night is kind of a blur, but you know you don't have the capacity to try to hook up with anyone. All you could think about was Mingyu and how easily he had moved on.
It hurt, but you start to think maybe it's time for you to do the same.
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Seungkwan doesn't consider himself a nosy person.
In fact, it's because he so rigorously minds his own business that he's been able to preserve his job as Kim Mingyu's assistant for so long. Sure, the man was one of the kindest people he'd ever met, but his boss was surprisingly ruthless when it came to work and his privacy.
Seungkwan isn't a nosy person, but his literal job description entails him knowing every last bit of Mingyu's personal business—for his schedule, of course. Being privy to every last tidbit of his boss's work and personal life was the embodiment of stress because a lot of the times knowing certain things meant he was forced to do things that weren't necessarily part of his job description.
Like when Mingyu asks him to find out why the cute college girl he was seeing is suddenly ghosting him. Instead of telling his boss that she probably just got bored of him, Seungkwan did as he was told.
Now, he'd talked to you on multiple occasions since his boss started bringing you around. You were extremely kind, but there was always a wall that you put up to prevent anyone from getting too close. It was almost comedic how you and Mingyu were so similar in that way.
Unfortunately, because of your reluctance to divulge anything about your personal life, Seungkwan is forced to go back to his boss empty handed. Mingyu isn't satisfied with his lack of information him and tells him to find out what's going on no matter how long it takes. It's clear that he's going to have a lot of late nights until he gets his boss the information he wants.
Luckily for Seungkwan, you ask for his help about a week later.
Apparently, you as well as some of your other friends participated in throwing a party at the dorms you lived in. After it was all said and done, the RA gave nearly the entire hall a 48 hour notice to vacate the dorm. He wasn't sure if taking advantage of the situation you were in was right, but he knew this was his only chance to placate his very agitated boss.
Maybe asking Boo Seungkwan to help you find a decent apartment within your price range was a stupid idea, but you knew he was a reliable person who was great at keeping things confidential. That's why Mingyu had kept him as his personal assistant for so long. It's not like you had much of a choice, anyway.
What you didn't realize was that Seungkwan was good at keeping secrets, just not yours.
Belatedly, you found this out when you finished looking at an apartment that was within your price range and not entirely terrible. You walked out of the building to find Mingyu leaning against his expensive car, waiting for you. It was so twisted, the way your heart warmed while your stomach clenched anxiously at the sight of him.
Within seconds of seeing you, he walked over until he was standing directly in front of you. The displeased expression he wore on his face was something you weren't used to. “You've been avoiding me.”
It's a fact, not a question.
You keep your face neutral, mentally cursing Seungkwan for ratting you out. “I've been busy. You have too—you're a powerful man.”
Mingyu's frown deepened. “I'm never too busy for you.”
You hate when he says things like that, like he'll never let anything separate you two. Like it doesn't matter to him that your mother threatened to ruin his life.
“I...” you tried to keep your voice steady. “We don't always have to spend so much time together.”
The way Mingyu's face twists into a hurt expression makes you wish you never said anything. “What are you talking about? Is something wrong? I mean, you didn't even tell me that you were looking for your own place.”
“I don’t have to tell you everything. It’s not like we’re in a relationship, and… and I know you've been seeing other people.”
It's a low blow, and saying it out loud actually hurts more than you thought it would. But it's the only way you'll be able to keep him at a distance.
Mingyu almost never got mad at you, but with the look he's currently giving you, you can tell you've pushed him too far. “I was having dinner with my sister. I told you she was coming into town last week.”
You vaguely recall reading a message from him that told you all about it. Despite the guilt eating at you, you don't relent. “Fine. Whatever. The fact still remains that we never agreed to be in a relationship. Not even after you broke off things with my mom.”
His hurt expression kills you, and for a moment you wish things didn't have to be like this.
“So...” Mingyu swallows thickly. “When I told you that I wanted you to stay by my side forever... that didn't mean anything to you?”
You swallowed thickly, hating how the back of your eyes were starting to burn. Fuck. If he was going to make it this hard, maybe being honest was the only way to end things for good. No matter how painful it was going to be, having that conversation with him needed to be done.
“I know that my mom threatened you, and I know you gave her money to keep her quiet.”
Mingyu feels like a bucket of ice water was dumped on his head. It's not like he meant to keep you in the dark, but he didn't want to upset you. Deep down he was afraid of this exact situation. He wasn't fearful of your mother's threats, but losing you was a different story.
“Y/N, I—”
“I don't want your life to be ruined because of me.” You hated how your voice trembled. “It'll be better for both of us if we just end this now.”
“The only way you'll ruin my life is if you leave me.”
Fuck.
Mingyu always knew the exact way to tug at your heartstrings. For so long you pushed people away to avoid being hurt when they inevitably left, but here this wonderful man was, not willing to let you go. His gaze was certain and full of so much love that you were one second away from giving in to him.
“What if... what if you change your mind?”
Your voice was so small and vulnerable that it actually surprised Mingyu. It broke his heart to know that you had done all of this for his sake. He can't remember the last time someone was willing to sacrifice their own happiness to protect him, and it made him that much more certain about you being the person he wants to be with forever.
Mingyu grabs your wrist and easily tugs you toward him, caging you against him with his brawny arms. “Oh, baby...” he murmurs soothingly. “You are it for me. Nothing will ever change that.”
Especially when he saw how sincere you were with loving him. Now that he thought about it, he never saw that sincerity in your mother when they were together. But that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered to Mingyu now was getting you to stay by his side forever.
“Please don't leave me.”
His desperate whisper broke the last of your fragile resolve. You tightened your arms around him.
“I won't.”
Mingyu still thinks it's a dream when you go back to his penthouse with him. It's too easy to convince you to lay down with him and even easier to get you to move in with him. You two lay on his bed with his head on your chest, tucked right under your chin. He loves the way you gently run your nails along his scalp. It soothes him and oddly reassures him that you won't leave.
The silence is thick, but not uncomfortable. You two hold each other as if you're afraid the other might spontaneously disappear.
You shift your leg slightly, body reacting before your brain when you feel his dick against your thigh. It's not hard, but all it takes is you brushing up against it again to do the trick. Mingyu actually whimpers into your collarbone, and the pathetic sound makes you get embarrassingly wet.
Licking your lips, you gently rub your thigh against him until he's rutting his hips against you. This abrupt switch in dynamic is surprising, but so fucking hot. Now you can understand why Mingyu loves to see you desperately begging for his cock.
“Fuck...” he breathes against your neck.
The hand that was caressing his back slowly slides down to cup his aching cock. You give it a gentle squeeze, basking in the soft moan he lets out. Mingyu's cock is twitching in your hand, and it literally makes you salivate. It's so hot and heavy against your palm that you can no longer resist and stick your hand in his sweatpants.
You let out a pleased moan when your hand meets the warm skin of his bare dick. Slowly, you start pumping him until he's moaning against your neck. Your panties are sticking to your cunt at this point, and you clench at the thought of finally having inside you again.
When he comes in your hand, you smear his release all over his throbbing length. He's still hard, and by the way he bucks his hips against your hand you know he's desperate to be inside you.
“Baby, please...”
Fuck. Hearing him beg you is the hottest thing ever. You roll over until you're sitting on top of him. His adorable gasp of pleasure when he feels your slick cunt against him makes you bite your lip. Mingyu being so desperate and needy was turned you on more than anything.
“Want time to ride you, daddy?” You purr, hands smoothing over his naked chest and abdomen. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you grind your hips and rub your essence all over his aching cock.
Mingyu lets out a choked moan, slightly frustrated with your teasing. "Fuck yeah I do."
His needy words have you smashing your lips against his in a messy kiss. Your moans mix together as you shove your tongue in his mouth, loving the way he's so desperate to have you.
Not wanting to wait any longer, shift your panties to the side and rub his tip against you teasingly. His muffled groans make turn you on even more, and it's all the coaxing you need to finally sink down on him. The stretch is a bit painful since you two haven't fucked in so long, but you love it.
You grind your hips slowly, moaning at the delicious way his cock is hitting deep inside you. The roll of your hips is slow since you want to savor the feeing of having Mingyu's fat dick inside you after so long.
Eventually, you get impatient and your movements become rougher and more demanding. Mingyu thinks he's going to go crazy when you start bouncing on his cock. His fat tip hits your sweet spot easily, and you both moan loudly at the delicious feeling. Your juices are spilling down to his balls, filling the room with wet slapping sounds. The loud squelching of your dripping pussy paired with the sight of his dick disappearing inside you is pushing him closer to the edge far too soon.
Fuck. He can't believe he almost lost you forever.
That thought has him gripping your hips tightly before he flips you over so you're underneath him. Your cunt clamps down on his cock, and it's almost embarrassing how a display of strength can turn you on so much.
“Fuck, baby girl.” Mingyu moans as he starts fucking his cock into you. “Tell me you want me.”
He's so needy tonight, and you know it's because you pushed him away. Honestly, now you could see what a disservice it was to stay away for so long. But that no longer mattered because you planned to make it up to him for the rest of your life.
With your head thrown back you let out a loud moan. “I need you to fuck me, daddy!”
Mingyu glances down to where you two are connected. His dick is plugging you full of your own wetness and the precum that's dripping from the fat head of his tip. The erotic sight makes his control snap. Like a desperate man, Mingyu starts fucking into you deeply and roughly. His cock rams into your sweet spot repeatedly, making you whimper and moan out incoherently. Mingyu lets out a loud moan as your sweet cunt clamps down on him like it wants his cock to be trapped deep inside you forever.
“Fuh-Fuck, daddy! Your cock is so good!”
Your eyes are rolled back, and Mingyu can tell that he's already starting to fuck you stupid. His dick throbs at the very thought.
A carnal, wet sound fills his room, and he loves it almost as much as he loves the feeling of your tight walls suffocating him, massaging his length with delicious pleasure that licks up his cock and pools in his abdomen.
“Missed you so much, baby.” Mingyu moans, dropping his head into your neck. “Missed your tight cunt.”
His words trigger your orgasm. Mingyu watches you come undone, letting out a choked moan at the feeling of you coating his big cock with your cream. He continues to fuck you hard, needing to fill you up with his cum. It's been so long, and now he's going to fill you so good that you're going to feel him for days.
“Cum inside me, daddy.” You whisper in his ear as your walls tighten around his cock again.
Mingyu bites down on your neck as he releases inside you. Thick, hot cum coats your walls, and you gently grind your hips up to meet his sloppy thrusts. Fuck. You missed the feeling of Mingyu fucking his cum into you so much. A soft mewl slips past your lips as he gently rocks his cock into your push, gently licking over the mark he's left on your neck.
In your fucked out state, you manage to push him off of you and roll over until you're on all fours and shoving your ass back against his still-hard dick. With a sensual grin, you lean against your elbows and look back at Mingyu. “Want more of daddy's cum.”
And as always, Mingyu is powerless to your pleas.
He caresses your bare ass before he holds it open to get a clear view of his seed dripping out of your pussy. Mingyu slowly teases your entrance with the head of his cock, moaning when the tip catches on your weeping clit. You shove your ass back, wanting him to fill you again.
When he finally does shove his dick inside you fully, you gasp and let out the cutest whine. He feels drunk when you tell him how his big cock is splitting you open. Mingyu sinks deeper into you, driving his dick into your most sensitive spot. Loud moans echo off the walls when your pussy clamps around him like a vice.
“Missed your cock, daddy.” You whimper. “Missed you.”
“Oh, princess.” Mingyu coos, cock throbbing wildly at your words. His honeyed voice doesn't match the wolffish grin on his face. “Daddy's never letting you go again.”
His cock is slamming into you, forcing you to feel every inch of him as he spilts you open. Mingyu grips your hips tightly, using it as leverage to drill himself into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. At the sound of your incoherent whimpers and moans, Mingyu can't help but to slam himself into you harder.
The wet sound your pussy makes every time his hips connect with your ass is music to his ears. He can't get enough of the lewd squelch that fills the room every time he pounds into you.
“Fuck, baby. Your sloppy hole is always so tight no matter how many times I fuck you.” It's his favorite sight to see. The sticky white mess you leave around the base of his cock with each roll of his hips drives him crazy. He'll never get enough of your pussy staining his abdomen with your shiny slick. “Creaming all over daddy's cock and making a fucking mess.”
“Da-Daddy.” You whine. “Fuck! Your cock is too big.”
He's going to destroy you, Mingyu thinks. Until you’re a babbling mess on his cock.
With a low groan, he starts fucking into you more desperately. You cry out loudly, sinking deeper into the plush pillows at the top of his bed. Mingyu enjoys the soft mewls you let out as he snaps his hip against your quivering thighs. The words you speak through your moans are practically incoherent, too fucked out to be fully understood.
His big balls heavily slam against your cunt, and you feel yourself squeeze him one last time before you gush all over his dick.
“Daddy!”
Mingyu lets out a choked groan, hips pistoning his throbbing cock into you desperately. His thrusts turn sloppy as he chases his orgasm.
It's not long before he's stilling inside you, hot cum spilling into your cunt. His cock twitches with every thick rope of cum that paints your walls white. “That's it, baby girl. Take all of daddy's cum.”
When your body relaxes against the shoft sheets, Mingyu is quick to turn you over. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he caresses your cheek.
“We're not done yet, baby. The night is still young.”
You bite your lip, knowing it's going to be a long night. You don't mind since you fully plan to make up for all the lost time between you two.
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Mingyu stares at the ceiling, trying not to think about how he's already painfully hard so early in the morning. It doesn't help that you look like a literal goddess sleeping next to him. So fucking pretty, still naked from when he fucked you only hours before.
“Baby.” He breathed out gently, giving you the softest smile when your eyes slowly opened.
You hum, gently pulling him against you to kiss him deeply. Mingyu moaned into your mouth, the feeling of your soft body pressed against him turning him on more than ever. He trails wet kisses down your sated body until he reaches your thighs. Mingyu presses gentle kisses over the marks he left last night, loving that your skin was branded by him.
“Gyu...” you murmur, wearily caressing the head between your legs.
“Just lay there and let daddy take care of you, baby girl.”
Mingyu loves how wet you always get for him, your sweet slick already coating your inner thighs. It's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted, and he's reminded of it when he shoves his face into your sopping cunt. He moans against you, messily sucking your puffy clit into his mouth to taste more of you. It's so fucking hot the way he mouths at your pussy, licking between your folds like he can't get enough.
“Feels so good, daddy!” You moan as you arch your back, grinding your hips into his face roughly.
Mingyu runs his tongue down your slit and fucking his tongue into you until your head is thrown back against your pillow with a broken moan.
“You're so sweet, baby.” He growls into your pussy.
“Oh, fuck.” You whimper loudly as he dips his tongue inside you, leaving you a quivering mess. “Want to come, daddy. Please.”
Mingyu groans against you, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. “Such a good girl for daddy. You can come as many times as you want, baby.”
Then, he licks a stripe up your clenching little hole until he's latched on to the sensitive nub. He sucks, hard, loving how you cry out for him. Mingyu drinks up every last bit of your orgasm, lapping at your juices with an ardent enthusiasm that leaves you drunk with bliss. He doesn't stop, tongue still working over your sloppy pussy to fuck you through your orgasm.
At some point you had shut your eyes, and you open them when you feel his thick thumb push past the opening of your wet cunt. It's not long before it's replaced with the fat tip of his cock. Mingyu groans at the first press into your warm, wet heat.
“Fuck, baby.” He grunts under his breath. “How are you still so fucking tight?”
Your snug little hole clenches around him, causing the slow movement of his hips to stutter. His fingers dug into your hips as he tried to tamp down the urge to fuck you rough and deep. Mingyu knows that he wore you out after last night—the small bites across your chest and thighs evidence of how well he ruined you. But, fuck. You're so damn tempting to him that he's stuck on what to do.
Then he feels it—you clenching around him. “Just fuck me already, daddy.”
Powerless to your demand, Mingyu holds you down against the mattress and start to fuck his cock into your tight walks. He's unable to tear his gaze away from the way your hot cunt is sucking him in.
“So hungry for this cock, aren't you, baby?” Mingyu moans as he starts pounding into you.
“Oh, fuck!”
“That's it, angel. Cream all over my cock.”
The slapping wet sounds echo in the room, and you can only lay there as Mingyu pounds into you. His deep thrusts have you quivering as your tight walls try to suck him in deeper. When he hits the tender spot inside you, your pretty little mouth falls open in a silent scream. Mingyu wishes he would take a picture of how pretty you look, all fucked out on his cock.
After a few more thrusts, you're coming undone, getting Mingyu's cock wet with all your slick. He keeps fucking you until his hot seed filling your insides.
Mingyu collapses beside you and pulls you into his arms. As you lay against him, he can't help but think that he wants this forever. He doesn't know how you feel about marriage, but he intends to find out. Because if you're willing, he'll share every bit of his life with you forever.
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There was only one time Seungkwan came close to crossing the line to ask about something that wasn't his business. Very uncharacteristically, Mingyu had brought him along to get his opinion on some jewelry. He was torn between two diamond necklaces and ended up buying both.
Mingyu wasn't the type to spontaneously cherish anyone without reason, but seeing you wearing those million-dollar pieces made him think that he truly didn't know his boss at all. Is it really love? That's what he almost asked.
It was a question that answered itself as time went on.
His boss was so besotted with you that it seemed like you could do no wrong in his eyes. The expensive gift giving and leaving work early was something he believed Mingyu incapable of doing. It even got to the point where he never even cared that you showed up to his office without any notice. In fact, on the days you happened to show up, Seungkwan was always allowed to leave early.
That's why, when he saw you approaching, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. Mingyu had been working him to the bone all day, and now it seemed like he finally had an out. Seungkwan eagerly motioned for you to go into his boss's office after you stopped to say hello to him. The sooner you worked your magic, the sooner he would be allowed to leave.
Mingyu always looked so hot when he was working. The way his jaw was clenched in concentration with his sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms made a carnal heat settle in your stomach. It got worse when he looked up and directed his beautiful smile at you.
“Baby.” The pet name falls so easily from his lips as he leans back against his chair, legs spread widely.
You cross the room until you were standing directly in front of Mingyu. He was looking up at you with a small smirk, already knowing why you came to see him. Wrapping his strong arm around your legs, just beneath your ass, he gently pulled you on to his lap. You bit your lip, loving the feeling of his muscular body pressed against yours.
“I missed you.” You murmured as you caressed his broad chest. “When are you going to get off work?”
Mingyu gently caressed your bare thighs, loving how you always wore the shortest skirts when you came to see him. “Soon, baby—I promise. I'll even take you out to that new restaurant you've been wanting to try after I'm done.”
You bit your bottom lip gently before you gently nuzzled against his cheek. "Really?"
Mingyu lets out a little laugh. “Yes. Really.”
As if you didn't know he would do anything to please you. It's cute, though. The way you still act surprised when he gives you everything you ask for (and even the things you don't ask for).
“But, daddy.” You whisper against his ear. “I'm hungry now.”
When you pull back, you feel wetness pool between your legs at the sight of his dark eyes. You moan gently when he smashes his lips on yours, his kiss desperate and rough. It's like your arms have a mind of their own as they slide up his chest and wrap around Mingyu's neck to pull him closer. You tug on the ends of his hair when his tongue slips into your mouth.
Mingyu is already rock hard when he slips his hands under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass. He gently kneads your skin, letting out a low groan after he realizes that you're wearing a thong. With a quiet growl, Mingyu pulls you closer so your pussy rubs against his covered cock.
“Fuck, baby girl.” He groans when he pulls away from your sweet lips. “Look how fucking hard you made me.”
You squirm in his lap when he rubs your ass before slapping it once with his large hand. Mingyu smirks when he feels you grind against him, attempting to relieve the ache in your dripping pussy. He loves how desperate you are for his cock, but lately he's been enjoying teasing you until you're begging for him to fuck you.
When Mingyu effortlessly picks you up and sets you on his desk, your cunt clenches involuntarily. Fuck. You would never get over his strength and how much of a turn on it was. His large hand slowly pushed your skirt up to reveal your sexy underwear. Mingyu groans when he sees that you've already soaked through your black panties that are now sticking to your cunt. He spreads your legs, cock twitching at the mouth-watering sight in front of him.
The kisses he trails of your inner thighs are wet, and you whine impatiently when he nips at them teasingly. Mingyu smirks against your skin, loving just how desperate you were becoming. You let out a satisfied moan when his fingers rubbed at your clothed cunt, hips grinding to find the friction you craved.
Impatiently, he tugs at your panties until he literally rips them off of you. Mingyu gives your thigh a teasing nip when he sees the dissatisfied pout you're giving him. He leans forward, until you can feel his hot breath on your soaking cunt. “I'll buy you new ones—prettier ones.”
Before you can ask what he meant by prettier, Mingyu licks a long stripe up your quivering cunt. His large hands hold your thighs open as he starts to feast on you. The lewd sounds of his messy movements make your cunt clench sporadically. With a smirk, Mingyu's thick fingers start to tease your leaking entrance.
“Daddy.” You moan softly.
Mingyu hums into your cunt, flicking your sensitive bud with his tongue. He slips two fingers inside you, slowly fucking you closer to your orgasm. Your eyes roll back when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at an unrelenting pace. “Fuh-Fuck, daddy!”
The coil in your stomach tightens when Mingyu reaches the spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your whines get louder when you gush all over Mingyu's tongue, hands gripping and pulling at his styled hair roughly.
Mingyu lifts his face from your cunt and licks his lips. “So sweet.”
Mingyu stands up, and you notice that sometime while he was fucking you with his tongue, he had pulled his cock out. You salivate at the sight of his long, veiny dick standing tall and proud. A quiet moan tumbles past your lips when Mingyu pulls you closer. The tip of his cock teases your entrance, making pout.
“Don't tease, daddy.”
Mingyu only smirks at you, purposely rubbing his tip between your folds. “Tsk. Tsk.” He tuts. “Only good girls get rewarded.”
He's moving his hips at a painfully slow pace, gently fucking the head of his dick between your dripping lips. You mewl softly at the feeling of his hot cock rubbing against your wet cunt. Mingyu latches his mouth on your sweaty neck, kissing and biting at the skin. He feels like he could come just by hearing your pretty moans.
“Fuck, daddy. Please...” you beg pathetically, grinding your hips against his dick.
“Please what?”
He's so cruel, but you're to eager to have him fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore. So you muster all your focus on giving him what he wanted.
“Please fuck me!”
Mingyu smashes his lips against yours as he shoves his cock inside you with one powerful thrust. You cry out into his mouth, loving the feeling of him stretching you out. Mingyu loves the way your warm pussy is squeezing him, coating him with your cream.
When he pulls back, you see something feral in his eyes when he glances down at the way you're connected. Mingyu roughly grabs your hips and starts thrusting his dick into your warm cunt. The slick slapping sound fills the room, and you can't contain the whimpers and moans that spill out of you.
“You have to be quiet, baby. Or do you want the entire building to know how good I fuck you?”
Somehow, the laugh he lets out when you mindlessly nod at his words is still cute to your ears. You feel delirious, especially when Mingyu's cock hits the sweet spot inside you.
“Daddy!” You moan into his ear as you come on him, juices spilling out of you and on to his desk.
Your legs are shaking violently, and you barely seem lucid, but Mingyu keeps ramming his dick into you. He loves that fucked out expression on your face, so he pushes you to cum again, whispering how he wants you to make a mess on his cock. His fingers slip down to your wet pussy, making you cry out at the overstimulation. But you can't get enough of his thick cock ramming into you.
Mingyu groans as you two come together, his thick seed spilling into you and mixing with your own release. He grinds into you a few more times before he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you slowly. It makes his cock twitch, and in the next second he's sitting back on his chair and pulling you into his lap.
You don't hesitate to make yourself comfortable on his wide lap, his thick cock already back inside you. A carnal heat starts to consume you when he grabs your ass and starts grinding you down on his dick.
“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu moans. “I'll never get enough of you.”
Your face is shoved in his neck as you feel him throb inside you, aching cock desperate for release. Mingyu grins as he keeps fucking you into his cock. You might be a spoiled brat, but there's nothing you love more than fucking yourself on his cock. It won't be long before you start moving on your own.
With a choked moan, you pull away from his neck and place your arms on Mingyu's broad shoulders. You gyrate your hips, clamping down on him like a vice. Finally, you lift your hips and slam back down on him. The squelching sound of your sopping cunt is music to your ears when you start bouncing on his cock. At this angle he's making you see stars, and you can only mewl incoherently as you lose yourself to the delicious stretch his dick provides.
“Fuck. Look at my pretty angel. Fucking my cock so good.”
Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head as you move faster, eager to get you both to reach that high. After you let out a particularly loud moan, a primal urge overcomes Mingyu. His grip on your ass tightens and he's suddenly thrusting up into you, fucking you like a mad man. His heavy balls are slapping against your ass, and you’re leaking all over his chair from how good he's fucking you.
“Come for daddy, baby.”
That's all it takes for you to cream his cock with your release, cunt clenching down on him so tightly that he can't even move. You're so fucked out that you barely feel his hot cum filling you up again.
You knew, though. That he wasn't done with you yet.
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Seungkwan doesn't know what to do when Mingyu asks him to accompany him to the jewelry shop. It's not like it's the first time, but this time his boss is looking for a ring. Part of him feels like maybe he's present for a moment that was far too intimate for him to witness. Then, Seungkwan realizes he's only there because Mingyu wants him to find out what kind of style you wanted and your preferred size.
It's only when they're out of the store and on the way to pick you up from class that he belatedly realized things between you and his boss are more serious than he originally thought.
They're a bit late in picking you up, and because of that they find you talking to a very attractive guy. Looking through the rear view mirror, Seungkwan sees Mingyu's eyes sharpen just the tiniest bit. It makes him gulp, knowing that one false action could make him end up facing his boss's wrath. So he quietly watches as Mingyu pulls out his phone and quickly puts it to his ear.
To Seungkwan's silent relief, you answer right away when you see who's calling you. It takes you less than a second to answer before skipping over to the awaiting car.
“Who was that?” Mingyu asks casually as you slip your arms around his muscular one.
Seungkwan has worked for him long enough to recognize that tone, and either you're oblivious to it or you don't care. He wishes he had the same capability.
“That's Jeonghan. He's in one of my classes.”
Mingyu's eyes darken at the familiar name, and Seungkwan feels a chill go down his spine. There's definitely something there, but because he was painfully good at minding his own business, he only focuses on dropping you two off at Mingyu's penthouse.
You don't notice the way Mingyu is staring at you as you leisurely walk into the large living room. His eyes are dark as he eyes your too tight shorts that make your ass look so fucking good. Your crop top is one he bought you after seeing the way you looked at it on your trip to the mall, and he can't help but think maybe he needs to get you hundreds more to wear for him.
“Are you close with Jeonghan?”
His own question surprises him, but you don't seem fazed as you collapse on to his large couch. Your ass is on full display, and Mingyu wonders if you even know what you're doing to him
“Not really.” You murmured.
He raises and eyebrow as he stalks toward you like a predator would do to its prey. Mingyu crawls on the couch until he's right between your legs. His cock is already straining against his pants, but you don't even turn around to look at him.
Mingyu slowly trails his hands up your legs until he's caressing the back of your thighs. “Is that right? It seemed like you two had a lot to talk about.”
You hummed, loving the feeling of his strong hands on you. “It was nothing important.”
Somehow, Mingyu doesn't believe that. And before he can think rationally, he's already pulling off your shorts. You let him (like always), and he immediately rips off the lacy panties you're wearing. A shocked gasp leaves you, snapping your head back in anger. It's quickly tampered down when you see the look Mingyu has on his face.
“Baby girl,” his voice comes out low and sounds almost like a growl. It makes you get wet instantly. “You know daddy doesn't like it when you lie to him.”
You give him a soft pout. “I'm telling you the truth.”
His large hand comes down on your ass swiftly, leaving behind a stinging pain. You yell out, feeling more wetness pool between your thighs.
“I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me what that boy said to you.”
Sick as it was, you loved it when Mingyu fucked you while he was angry. So you bit your lip and rested your head on your forearms. It takes everything in you not to wiggle your ass at him. It's always better when you act coy, like you have no idea what's going on.
“He didn't say anything.” Your voice comes out bratty and whiny.
It makes something in Mingyu snap. He spanks you again, then again, and again. The pain burns deliciously, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull when he keeps spanking you. It's only when you subtly try to rub your thigh together that he realizes your choked whimpers are ones of pleasure. He grips your ass cheeks and spreads them open, just barely containing the groan in the base of his throat when he sees that you're literally dripping.
Mingyu doesn't hesitate to rip his clothes off and tease your aching pussy with dick. When he shoved himself in with a brutal thrust, you moan out. It vaguely occurs to you that he never preps you in certain occasions, and now you know why he doesn't. You grin, clenching down on him. Mingyu was so fucking hot when he was jealous.
He starts fucking into you like a mad man, and you can only whimper at his savage like pace. The way his heavy balls slap against your quivering pussy makes you moan again.
“Are you going to tell me what he said, or do I have to fuck it out of you, baby?” His big hands are squeezing your ass as he roughly drags you back and forth on his cock.
You can't seem to answer him, not when his fat cock is hitting so deep inside you that it feels like he's in your stomach. He's mercilessly pounding into you like he hates you, and it's so fucking good.
Mingyu loves how you can't respond. He loves how he can leave you a blubbering mess only capable of babbling incoherent sentences. You're coating his dick with your sweet cream, and he groans when he feels your walls squeeze him tightly. He bits down on his lip and spanks your jiggling ass. “Answer me.”
The moan you let out is broken. “H-He... just asked if, ah, if I'm single.”
You don't think he can fuck you harder, but you're proven wrong after you tell him the truth. Mingyu is snapping his hips against you harder than before, driving his cock impossibly deeper. He groans loudly when your cunt spasms and clenches uncontrollably, your juices leaking out of you and coating his balls.
“I knew it.” He sounds feral. “That stupid boy thinks he's man enough to fuck you like you deserve.”
You whine when he abruptly pulls out of you and flips you over. His dark eyes has your arousal dripping out of you. Mingyu smashes his lips on yours, roughly biting your lip. You groan when he pulls away, coaxing him with your eyes.
“And how do I deserved to be fucked, daddy?”
Mingyu shoves his aching cock back inside you, forcing it as deep as it would go. You feel the thick veins dragging against your tight walls, making your insides with opaque wads of his precum until you're squelching every time he ploughs into you. The way your pretty pussy stretches over his hot dick leaves Mingyu a moaning mess.
You cry out when your orgasm suddenly washes over you. It's so intense that you swear that you actually see stars.
“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu groans. “If you keep squeezing me like that I'm gonna come.”
He's panting above you as he rolls his hips against yours, each thrust calculated and deep. To him, you couldn't look prettier than you do now—completely fucked out beneath him. Mingyu will never get sick of the way your lips are parted while letting out the sweetest moans, your eyes hazy from pleasure, warm cunt creaming around him.
“Can't help it, daddy.” You moan, voice airy from the pleasure he's bringing you. “No one can fuck me like you can.”
His smirk is unfairly attractive. “That's right, baby.” He punctuates his words with another harsh thrust into you, grinning when you mewl. “No one can fuck you like I can.”
Mingyu can tell you're barely lucid, already gone dumb on his cock. You manage to whimper out in ecstasy as you nod over again over again. He leans down a few inches so his nose brushes against yours, making you feel small beneath the broadness of his muscular body. “I'll fuck this pretty little cunt until I’m all you can think about.”
He's pounding into you so hard that his cock slips out of your messy cunt, sliding right up against your shining clit. Mingyu holds down your hips so the only thing you can fuck it the fat tip of his cock. It's kind of cruel, and he almost feels bad especially when you whine for him to put it back in, but he wants to see how raw and swollen your folds are, wants to know how much he turns you on.
At another one of your soft pleas, Mingyu finally relents and fucks his cock back into your cunt. His heavy balls slap against your ass, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds.
“Want your cum, daddy!” You moan, purposely clenching down on him.
As usual, he's a slave to your needs and releases inside you, not slowing the pace of his thrusts. You whimper and mewl as he fucks his hot cum deeper into you. Mingyu is so deep in your guts that you know he's ruined you for anyone else, claiming you as the mixture of your arousals froths and gathers at the swelling base of his cock. Anything that leaks out of your fluttering pussy quickly gets fucked back into your gushing insides and painted against your spongey spot the more Mingyu rolls his hips up to fuck you.
“Fuh-Fuck, daddy! I'm gonna come!” You whimper in his ear.
You throw your head back when his long fingers circle your puffy clit, coaxing you closer to the edge. Now your hips are rolling against his, loud and choked moans slipping out of you.
Mingyu's hips shift, and the tip of his cock start pounding your sweat spot over and over until your cunt is fluttering around him—sucking his pulsing cock in selfishly.
“Daddy—!” You moan is slightly cut off as your orgasm tears through you.
Mingyu fucks you through your orgasm, and you can't stop your pussy from squeezing down on him all over again. With a loud groan, he pounds into your creamy cunt again until he forces another orgasm out of you.
Your moans are louder than before as a white layer of your orgasm coats his cock. Mingyu comes with a loud moan of your name, loving the feeling of your sweet cunt milking him for everything he's got.
Mingyu keeps his dick inside you as he collapses next to you on the couch. He pulls one of your legs over his hip, pressing you impossibly close to him. The sweet feeling of his lips pressed against your temple is something you’ll never get tired of.
“I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too.” You hum against his chest.
It's silent for a moment until you speak up. "I was serious when I said it was nothing. That boy doesn't compare to you. No one ever will."
Mingyu holds you tighter, gently nuzzling into your hair. He thinks about the ring planning to buy and wonders if you'll like it. Honestly, it doesn't matter if you don't because he would go to the ends of the earth just to find you one that you loved.
Briefly, Mingyu thinks he might be addicted to the love you have for him. But it doesn’t matter because he knows your addicted to the love he has for you.
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mamaestapa · 10 months
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maybe joe gushes about you in an interview or post game press conference, maybe even like a speech from winning something
My Girl|| Joe Burrow x reader
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•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
•summary: During a post game press conference, Joe gushes about getting to spend the bye week with you
•warnings: none, all fluff
“So Joe, first of all congrats on the win.”
Joe nodded as he spoke, “It’s always good to, to win against a team like them.”
The Bengals had just beaten the Chiefs 23-20. The entire game was close, each team going back and forth with scoring. With just seconds left, Evan McPherson scored the game winning field goal, giving the Bengals another win before their mid season bye week.
“What are your plans for the bye week?” another reporter asked, causing Joe to move his gaze to the female reporter. He nodded as she continued.
“Watch film? Practice? Work out? Relax?” the reporter finished with a chuckle. A small smile made its way onto to Joe’s face as he answered the question.
“Yeah I plan on relaxing a bit, take a little break from the heavy workouts. I’ll definitely some film though, gotta keep that win streak going when we get back.” he smirked. Joe loved winning. Especially against the Chiefs. The Bengals were never the favored team when they play the Chiefs. It always felt good to prove all of their doubters and haters wrong.
He cleared his throat, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he spoke, “But uh, I’m actually going to spend most of it with Y/n, my girlfriend. She’s got some family in another state that we’re going to visit for a few days, take a mini vacation. I don’t get to spend a lot of time with her during the season, so I’m very excited.”
“Awe,” the reporter cooed, “I bet she’s excited too.”
Joe nodded, a smile pulling at his lips, “Yeah, she is. Like I said, she and I don’t get much time with just the two of us during the season. It’ll be good for us to take a little vacation together away from football.” He gushed as he talked about you.
“And you’ve been with her for how many years now?”
“Four. Met her my last year at LSU.” Joe said, a happy smile on his face.
You met Joe after the season opener in 2019. You were at your best friends house who happened to be dating someone on the football team at the time. The two of them were throwing a party and you and Joe both happened to be invited. He met you while you were pouring yourself a drink. The two of you hit off instantly, the night ending with him asking you out on a date. You went on a date in downtown Baton Rouge Friday after your classes and the rest was history.
“Do you guys take many vacations during the off-season?”
Joe shook his head, “Not really. We usually take one or two, but we like to stay in Cincinnati or Athens. But the off-seasons nice cause I get to spend all of it with my girl, so yeah.” Joe smiled. He didn’t talk about you often in interviews or press conferences because he liked to keep that part of his life pretty private. However, Joe didn’t mind gushing about you or your relationship every once in a while. The fans deserved to know how much he adores you.
A different reporter spoke up, “Will we be seeing an engagement in the future?”
Joe shrugged as a sly grin made its way onto his face, “Maybe.”
That’s all the confirmation the reporters and the football world needed. You were going to be Joe Burrow’s girl forever.
hey loves!!
first blurb of the night!🤩 this was a bit on the shorter side, but all blurbs will be different lengths depending on the concept and idea i get.
i’ll be posting some more in a bit :)
feel free to send me more ideas!! i won’t get to them tonight, but definitely in the next couple blurb nights!🤍
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hoshigray · 1 year
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Now look here, it's sugardaddy! x sugar baby! reader time >>:3 So here's the rundown: the reader is a college senior who works part-time in a diner and finds out that their favorite customer, Toji, is a sugar daddy and wants to initiate courtship. Although it is a proposition you fail to see yourself saying no to, is this something you can see yourself being in the long run?
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A/n: This prompt was picked on a poll to celebrate getting over 50 followers, only for me to get to 100 right after!!?? Y'all...can I give you a hug? ;w; No, oh okay. Anyways, I won't make another poll, BUT I'll be opening thirsts/requests soon!! >:D I just gotta make myself a disclaimer list before we let those lil fantasies of yours fly, lol. But yeah, this is my first time posting a fic over 1k+, so I hope y'all like it. Also, bonus: there's art drawn by Moi (@hoshigaby)?? You'll have to scroll down to find it tho :33 Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and read!!!
Cw: soft dom! Toji x fem! reader - implied age gap (the reader is in their early 20s, Toji's around early or mid-30s) - mating press - cervix fucking - oral (fem! receiving) - pussy drunk Toji - breeding - daddy kink - overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin', good girl, honey, kid/kiddo, mama, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - praise - clitoral play (Toji pinches your clit) - reader isn't a virgin but, it's the first time you and Toji have sex.
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"Oh look, your favorite is here."
10 o'clock, it's closing time. All the servers and bussers are ready to buss down tables and sweep the floors, hosts at the front split up tips and head straight home, and the cooks clean the kitchen and throw out the trash. All there's left is the silence of the dining area, where not a single customer is in sight.
Well, minus the one Utahime points out to you.
You turn to the bar area, where almost all the tables are empty, and all the high-rise televisions are turned off. All but for one, which was showing a football game.
A man is watching the screen, sitting in a booth at the far end with a glass of beer on the table. He's wearing a black turtleneck covered with a denim jacket, white fur on the collar, and a silver chain contrasting the black clothing. You gaze downwards to his black jeans pants, where his left foot seems to be tapping the ground. He's waiting for someone.
Once his eyes catch your approaching figure, his deadpanned face shows a smile in recognition. He was waiting for you.
And you smile back as you walk towards him.
The familiarity with this man comes from a year working at the diner. His name is Toji Fushiguro, and he's been a regular even before you started working here. And to make things funnier, he was the first customer you served after a week and a half of training. You can recall when you accidentally put milk and sugar in his specifically requested black coffee, to which you apologized profusely ("Heh, it's alright, darlin'" He flashed a smile that was meant to reassure you. "The first time that's ever happened to me.").
It was there that you found yourself being the only person that's served him. At first, you thought of it as some sort of joke after the coffee mishap, but now, unless you're there to take his order, he'll only have a beer or black coffee with all the other servers. The crew often pokes fun at you, stating you're the older man's favorite. And you gotta admit, it makes your heart swoon knowing this is true.
"There she is," Toji watches you approach him with his foot finally stopped tapping the checkered floor beneath him. "My adorable lil' server."
You giggle as you sit on the cushioned booth seat across from him. "It's good to see you, Mr. Fushiguro. I hope life's been good for you." You wave goodbye to the guy behind the bar counter, who turns off the TV still on as Toji focuses on something else. You promised to be the last person to turn off the lights and lock the doors before leaving, so now it's just you and Toji.
"I thought I told you to drop the Mr. Fushiguro, kid." He reprimands you with his playful smile, the right corner of his lip quirking his scar upward. "And I could ask you the same thing. How's college goin', darlin'?"
An exaggerated sigh leaves your system. "It's going alright. Can't believe I'm about to be done after the next semester, but the senioritis hasn't hit me too strong yet, thank God. And I can't wait to graduate with all this debt on my back~!" You flash the fakest beaming smile with two thumbs up.
Toji chuckles at your fraud enthusiasm. "Mmmm, I bet. But I know you're smarter than me and most people who work for me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Yeah, I'd like to think so, too." Your chipper attitude dwindles, and Toji notices the change in tone.
"What's up? You don't think you'll get yourself a job?"
"Umm, well," You cough to clear your throat from awkwardness. "I tried signing up for plenty of internships. Some of them shut me down, others just haven't replied back. And I guess it's just me overthinking, but I worry that I won't get a job in something I like..."
"Aww, princess," Toji rises from his cushioned spot to move to your side, sitting close to you with his big jean-covered thigh brushing yours. He places a hand on your back to rub comforting circles. "That's just the thoughts in your head."
You groan into your hands. "I know, that's why I don't know why I'm beating myself up about it so much... But it's okay! I know I'll be fine because I still have this job keeping me going for a year."
Toji raises a brow. "You wanna be a server all your life? Wanna serve me my black coffee and BLT sandwich til my last breath?"
You hit his chest in amusement. "Well, no, but if it comes down to it, I don't mind. I'll just take up more jobs or maybe make a side hustle. Either way, I know Mei Mei will help me out. I'm sure everyone here will if they have the chance."
"I could also help you."
Your hands instantly go up defensively. "No, Mr. Fushiguro, I wouldn't want that! I'm sure you're pretty busy, and I don't want my troubles to burden you."
Toji's eyebrows knit together, his sharp eyes surveying your defensive stance. "It wouldn't be trouble if I'm the one offerin' to help you, honey."
"Yes, but even so..." You look at your lap as your fingers dance with each other to ease your anxiousness. "It would feel unbefitting to have a customer — a valuable one such as you — to help me with my financial problems. Seeing you smile at me when I serve you your coffee...I'm perfectly content with just."
Your gaze locks into your fidgety fingers, saying the last part was probably unnecessary. Yet it was true; Toji had always been patient with you whenever he stopped by, even going the extra mile by giving you a seriously generous tip after his meals. You know you didn't deserve it, but he's already at the door before you can argue with him. If his gracious action was just a mere small percent of what he could do, then he's done plenty for you than needed.
Toji, however, didn't see it that way. He hums as he leans back onto the booth seat, his hand now snaking to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the nook of your neck and trapezius.
"Well," He breaks the silence, you're listening. "What if we take this outside of customer service?"
The brows are pulled together as you turn to him in slight confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"I've been thinking for quite a while," with his hand maneuvering to rest on your shoulder, he sighs and straightens himself up. "Your manager, Mei Mei, right? I talked with her not too long ago, telling her how much of a hard worker you are and how even while still in school and suffering with assignments, you still smile and make sure the customers enjoy their time here."
You give him a thanks, and he continues on. "Which is why I told her about what I wanna do. So here's my proposition: I'll pay for everything for you. Your debt, bills, clothes, whatever it is your pretty lil' head is worryin' 'bout."
Toji's promise does sound comforting to the ears, but you think about your part in all this. "So, do I have to work for you?"
He chuckles. "No, baby, not working fr' me. But there is something I want you to do."
"Yes?"
Toji doesn't give you a clear answer, staring at your face with a soft smile. You wonder why he's being odd until his face leans forward, and the hand on your shoulder pushes you into a kiss. You let out a yelp into his mouth, but the shock diminishes once you succumb to his warm, intoxicating lips. He tastes like beer, definitely from his drink.
He removes his lips from you, and you faintly exhale in an unsteady breath. "Mmmm, yer too much fr' me, sweetie." Toji groans and kisses down your neck while you place a hand on his chest to grip his turtleneck for support before you dissolve into his arms. And although you shouldn't be at your work at this time of night doing this, it felt too good to end.
"I want you to be with me," Toji says in-between smooches on your neck, moving to paint the other side with his pecks. "You're so good to me, darlin', always being such a good girl." He nibbles on your clavicle, and a soft gasp rewards his eardrums. "Lemme take care of you, y/n."
All that's going through your head is the feeling of his lips on your body and the arousing throbbing sense happening in your nether core.
"Hmm, whaddya say, baby?" His lips are too close to your ear as he playfully bites the lobe. Your thighs rub against one another, and you know there's a wet spot in your panties. "Gonna be my perfect girl?"
If you don't give him an answer quick, you're bound to melt right on this seat, and being a whimpering mess to his touch is embarrassing enough.
"Haaaah...Y-yes," You finally answer in weak whispers, mind spinning and eyes glossy. "I wanna—Ahaaa...I wanna be yours."
You can feel Toji's lips curl into a smile. He lifts his head to look at you, and a hand comes up to cup your face before he gives you a soft kiss on your quivering lips.
"My good girl."
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A few months have passed since you and Toji formed this new relationship. And getting used to certain things is still a challenge.
For one: covering up your new lifestyle is never easy when you're out with people you know. During winter break, you went to dinner with your friends and offered to pay for the whole table. They looked at you as if you were talking nonsense ("Girl, where the hell you get that kind of money to be covering for all of us?" "For real, is this the same diner you've been working at? Are they hiring?").
Another thing that wasn't easy to get accustomed to was Toji spoiling you. Since you're a college student, Toji only sees you every other weekend when he has time. During those days, Toji doesn't hold back in showering you with gifts and affection. Between the fancy dates in expensive restaurants, riding rides at fun amusement parks, or the bags of new clothes you bring back to your dorm, it was something you didn't expect to happen so quickly. Your roommates constantly tease you about this "mystery man" who makes it known you're his special lady.
But outside of that, the most significant change was you and Toji. To say you two got closer was too easy to put into words. Sure, the money was there, so you could finally get a good night's rest without worrying too much about your school debt or bills. However, you knew this went beyond the dollar bills and the fancy clothes.
Come to find out, Toji knows and remembers things that amaze you. There was a time he bought you a whole wardrobe worth of dresses because he remembered you had to cancel dates with your friends since you had nothing cute to wear. Or the time he got you a box of your favorite teas, even though you briefly mentioned them to him during a talk way back from recollection.
And even away from the materialistic things, you can feel how much Toji loves you. You can feel it in his eyes whenever he's looking at you. You can feel it when you try to argue yourself out of trying an outfit you don't think will be good on you, but Toji coaxes you into it because he knows — not thinks, knows you'll look good wearing it. You can feel it in his hands when they hold yours, when he places a hand on your thigh and rubs it in loving warmth, or when he caresses your cheek when he kisses you goodbye when you two have to return to your own lives.
It's a type of love you didn't see yourself being on the other end of. The more immersed you are, the harder it is to imagine yourself out of it.
Spring break is now upon us, and Toji has invited you to join him overseas for a business trip. You tried to decline, saying it's his trip and you don't want to intrude on his business. That argument was immediately shut down ("Tch, believe me, sweetheart, you're saving me from bashing someone's head in if you're close to me than not. Plus, I wanna see you wear that cute swimsuit I got you."), so he dragged you on his private jet, and now we're here.
During the day is when he's away for work, so you spend the morning either in the penthouse suite you two are staying in, outside taking pictures to show Toji later or looking around at the little shops nearby. Toji is done with work around the early afternoon, so you two spend time together exploring the country, trying new foods, and taking walks around the area while talking about how your day went until the sun goes down.
Everything goes well until Thursday when Toji texts you saying something happened at work and that he'd be at the suite later than usual. Well, it's 7:45, the sun is starting to go down, and Toji is still nowhere in sight. I hope everything is alright on his end.
You're unsure about going outside for a walk on the off-chance you stay out too late. And if something happens to you while Toji isn't close by, that'll give him more to worry about on his plate, and you definitely don't want that for him.
So, you look around the penthouse to see if there's anything to keep you occupied until Toji's return, and then what catches your eye is the swimming pool outside on the terrace which you haven't tried yet. That'll do!
You go to change into a swimsuit, a cute two-piece that Toji bought for you when you two went shopping together. After a quick shower, you enter the pool and enjoy the calm waters while watching the sunset, leaving a beautiful array of colors painting the sky over you.
Tomorrow is your last day here while Toji will do business, and then you're back to school on Monday. The fact that you'll be graduating debt free still blows your mind. Toji really fulfilled his promise and took care of your worries.
Is that to say that your relationship ends once you touch that diploma?
You lift your feet and lay on your back to allow the water to hold you up, ears covered in the water and face looking into the sky as you're lost in your thoughts.
It wouldn't be too far off if Toji wanted to close this whole thing off when you graduate, as the point was for you to not worry about debt and such. That much you understood from the very beginning. But what happens after that? Do you two just go back to being acquaintances that only meet at the diner? And what about the stuff he got you? Do they stay with you forever? And do you have to fight memories of him every time you see them?
What about all the touches, all the hand-holding, all the cuddles, and all the kisses? Are they supposed to mean nothing to you the next time you see his face?
You're thankful for the water keeping you afloat in the pool, but having these thoughts attack your brain just makes you want to sink in loathing.
Until you feel something tickle your feet, having your body react in a state of panic. No longer floating on your back, you search for whatever is torturing your feet. Only to find Toji in front of you wearing black trunks, he chuckles lowly, and your heart sinks in embarrassment.
"T-Toji," You swim up to greet him. "How long were you back from work?"
"For about 10 minutes," He watches you move through the water, following you to sit in the shallow part of the pool for you two to talk. "I saw you in the pool and thought I'd join. I tried callin' out to ya, but the water was blocking your ears."
"Hehe, sorry about that. I was thinking about something. How was work?"
His face went into a deep scowl with rolled eyes, and you giggle at his nonverbal response. "Had I not known I was comin' back here to see you, I'd probably fucked that rookie up."
"That bad?"
He hums and brings you closer to him with his hand on your shoulder. "But don't worry 'bout it. And you? What were you thinking about?"
"Hmm? Oh, it was nothing," your encouraging response is fictitious.
Toji lowers a brow. "Try again."
"No, honest! It was nothing, Toji."
"Don't make me tickle you again, kiddo." You freeze and look at his face. His sharp gaze and slight grin speak for themselves about his seriousness.
A sigh is withdraw from your lips. "I was just thinking about how I'd be leaving on Saturday and being halfway done with my senior year of college."
"And?"
"And, uhh," You gulp and avert your eyes to your lap, your fingers swaying with the pool water. "I was also thinking about me... and you?"
There's silence, the lack of response eating you alive. Then you feel Toji's hand grip your shoulder.
"Are you scared I won't be with you after you graduate?"
He hit the nail because you don't answer for a few seconds. Your eyes still avoid him.
But Toji still persists. "Do you not want to be with me?"
Your head turns to face him in haste, taking you aback at how fast you were. "No! I don't want this to end. I'm grateful for how close you and I have become. I want... I want..." You fall silent once more as your head moves back to your lap as if you'd find the words you want to express lying there.
Using his free hand, Toji grabs your chin to look his way again. "What do you want, baby? Use your words fr' me."
The intense gaze of his jade-green eyes captures your attention, practically daring you to look away from him. The warmth of your cheeks spreads around your face, and you gulp before answering.
"I really appreciate all that you've done for me. And I...I really like you, Toji. I want to be with you." His face doesn't change as you ramble on, causing you to move your eyes to avoid the awkward stare. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to stop with where we—"
Your sentence was interrupted by Toji's kiss, and a squeak was suppressed between the two lips. You exhale in bliss as your hands find purchase on his solid chest. He deepens the kiss when his hand is posted at the back of your neck.
You break the kiss to breathe, Toji's gruff chuckles fills the warm air.
"You're too adorable, princess. Do you really think I'd want to let my precious girl away from my sight?" You open your mouth to interject, but Toji lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "Listen here, darlin'. I didn't offer to take care of your debt on a whim. I adore the fuckin' shit out of you, and I was gonna wait til your graduation to ask if you'd still want this thing to be official."
"But now that I hear you're interested," his big hand holds yours, fingers intertwined as his thumb brushes your forefinger. "Are ya up for it?"
You breathe slowly to ease your heart, beating at an irregular tempo. You grip his hand in return and offer a sheepish smile.
"Yes. I'd like that very much, Toji."
He smirks and kisses your cheek. "Good girl." Toji has his arms placed behind your back and under your legs. Then he stands up while picking up your figure bridal style. He grins hard when you squeal in surprise as your arms sling around his neck.
"Let's shower," he walks out of the pool and into the suite. "And then afterward, I'll show you how much I've been itchin' to make you be my girl for real."
The heat on your face grows tenfold, and Toji barks a laugh when you hide your face. You can only mentally pray for yourself for what's to come.
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That little prayer did absolutely nothing!
Now you're lying on the bed nude and wet from the shower as the water droplets on your body slide down to the satin sheets beneath you. Your hands cover your mouth, trying to suppress the moans and sobs from exiting your lips.
And the cause of this is the man currently nestled between your legs. You can see the raven hair between your inner thighs, but you feel a wet muscle lapping around your vulva. The lewd noises of Toji eating you out fill the room and has you writhing in discomfort, and you try to slowly move your lower region away from his ravaging mouth.
"Aht aht, you're not goin' anywhere, mama." Toji's rough hands grip your waist and pull you back down, his nose brushing your clit as you jerk upwards. He lifts his head to look at you, and the image of your slick smeared all over his mouth and chin almost makes you faint.
"Put those hands down, baby. Let Daddy hear that sweet voice of yours." He uses one hand to play with your pussy, middle and forefinger abuse your inner lips as his thumb grinds down on your sweet bud. Your eyes shoot up for the stars, and you're forced to do what he says, hands gripping the sheets while your cries are out for him to hear.
"Aahhhh!! Haaah, T-Toji!! 'S too much, too—Ooohh!" His tongue returns between your cunt, licking and tasting the sticky fluid coating your pussy. Your eyes are watering, your mind starts to feel dizzy, and your legs can't stay still to save your life. He's been doing this for 15 minutes!!
You clutch his hair and wail out his name in pleasure, earning a moan from Toji as his grip on your thighs gets tighter.
He can tell you're close to finishing, so he helps you. His tongue slides from your wet center to your clitoris, licking and sucking on the extremely sensitive bud, his teeth lightly pressing down on the pearl.
Your release comes instantly, and your walls spasm as you cry in pure euphoria. Your head pushed deep into the pillow below you, letting your body finish reacting to the climax. However, Toji doesn't wait for you when his mouth drinks your essence. His tongue attacked your sore velvety walls, having you gasp for air.
When he's done, he finally withdraws from between your legs and kneels before you, taking in your disheveled figure. Your tear-stricken face and hooded eyes peer up at him as he wipes his face of your excess come, licking the rest from the back of his hand.
Toji snickers hoarsely. "Sorry, sweetheart, you tasted so fuckin' good I couldn't help myself. Besides," you watch his hands trail down to his dick as he places himself on your messy vagina. "Gotta get you prepped up fr' me."
He puts a pillow under your lower back to raise your hips more. Seeing his dick for the first time has you in mental turmoil. Toji notices you looking and sneers, pulling your hips to him so his balls practically kiss your opening, his dick on full display on your lower abdomen. The girth alone has your cunt pulsating in anticipation, and good God, the length of that thing. It's not the first dick you've seen in your life, but it's definitely the biggest challenge you've come across.
I hope those 15 minutes of prep were enough.
You come back to your senses when you feel the tip of his hefty member circling the corners of your folds, and your slick aids him as a lubricant.
"Ready, babygirl?" You exhale a nervous breath and nod for confirmation. "Okay, we're gonna start real slow."
Toji began to push the tip in, your folds being spread open to accommodate the foreign object intruding into your tight hole. You close your eyes and hold your breath, the pain worsening by the second. You take one breath, and Toji pushes further. With another breath, he goes further. Another-
A giant gasp takes over you as the tip of Toji's cock enters you. And Toji takes his time pushing himself further into you, using every fiber of his being not to rut into your tight walls off the jump.
"Haaah, hmmm, oh fuck," That's easier said than done with you gripping onto him like your life depended on it. Once he's pushed his whole cock into you, your words come out as a babbling mess, gripping his arms for support. He looks down at your disarranged self, chuckling at such a wonderful sight. "You look really fuckin' sexy layin' under me, baby."
"God...Toji," Tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the pain down south. "'S too muuu-ch, too big for—Hnnngh!!" A sudden thrust of the hips has you biting down on your bottom lip.
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"C'mon now, I thought I told you about that. I already let it slide once or twice." Toji places your legs on his shoulders and leans close to you, his body weight adding onto yours as the base of his cock grinds into your sex. "What's my new name, mama?"
"Ah!! I'm sorry, Daddy." The title comes through sobs.
Toji grins from ear to ear, wiping your tears with his calloused fingers. "Good girl," he kisses your forehead as you adjust to his girthy length. "So fuckin' pretty fr' Daddy." He takes your lips with his soft ones before moving his hips in a slow yet rough rhythm.
The mating press has your body submit to him, taking in his cock as it sinks deep into your swollen core. And it only gets worse when his pace gets faster, hitting your sweet spots accurately. At this rate, you're bound to cum earlier than necessary.
Then you feel his tip abruptly touch your cervix, and the wail you let out is picked up by Toji's ears. "Oh? Think I found what I was lookin' for." His hips grind deep in you, his tip abusing your poor cervix to the point you speak in tongues. "Feelin' good, princess?"
"Fuck, Daddyyyy, please, I'm-Ahaaah, Ohhh!" His irrational pace has your brain turning to mush, his cock bullying your insides. The sound of his balls slapping against your squelching folds has you squeezing him harder. "I'm gonna cu-cumm!!"
Toji hisses into your ear, the tone of his voice dominating your senses. "Oooooh, don't grip on me like that, sweetie. Gonna end up — Mmmph! Shit, shit, shit, shit...Gonna give you a baby."
You reach to cup his face through watery eyes glazed in a haze. "Please, Daddy, I want it," You know you're talking nonsense, but why care when you're feeling this fucking good. "Inside, I want it, inside!"
"Heh, be careful with what you wish for, mama." He kisses you again as his hips become erratic, and he moves a hand to your clit and pinches it, whining into your mouth when you're cunt clutches onto him one final time.
You cum around his cock and push your head back on the pillows, your gushy walls spasming around his length, prompting Toji to cum inside you after a few more thrusts. You two moan into each other's mouths, riding each other's high until your bodies calm down.
The two of you pant heavily once the kiss is broken apart, and his deep emerald orbs take in your dazed expression. He smiles when he notices drool on the side of your mouth, using a thumb to wipe it off for you.
"My sweet darlin'," Toji kisses your cheek and sighs deeply into your embrace. "You're too good fr' me, baby."
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"Did I say that I want your babies?"
You're resting with Toji, your head relaxed on his chest as you sit between his legs. The television in the bedroom plays an episode of a sitcom, anything for you two to look at and enjoy a moment of peace together.
He snickers at your question, his chest rising and falling as you lay on him feels nice. "Yeah, you kinda did."
"Wow, that sex must've screwed something up in my head."
"Yeah, my dick had you wanting to risk it all." He snorts when you playfully hit his arm. "Don't worry, we can find some plan b in the morning."
Turning to face Toji, still watching TV, you furrow your brows. "We? What about work?"
"I have tomorrow off. It's your last day, and I don't feel like going back to work, or else I'll be sour all fuckin day. Much rather spend it with you than with some morons."
You look at Toji for a little longer before you smile and kiss his cheek, catching the older man off guard as you nestle into his warm body. "Thank you, Toji. For everything."
The thanks carry a deeper meaning. Not a single ounce of doubt clouds your mind now that you've gotten the closure you wanted. Thinking about how your life brought you to this moment, you're happy with your decision to pursue this relationship and more. And it's thanks to this man for making it possible.
Toji still stares at you before he scoffs and kisses your temple.
"No problem, kiddo."
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Law of Attraction—Chapter Four: Moth to A Flame
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rating: 18+, minors dni.
warnings: professor!joel, age gap (reader is late 20’s, Joel mid 40’s), no outbreak!joel, plus size!reader, consensual professor / student relations, so much fucking angst, lots and lots of emotions, talks of the struggles of being plus sized, smut (f oral receiving, unprotected piv), arguing, crying, mentions of a terrible past relationship, this chapter is just literal heartbreak. no description of reader other than being plus sized. mood board is for aesthetic purposes only.
word count: 4.7k
a/n: i gotta say, this chapter is kinda self indulgent. had a fwb for two whole years that literally made me go crazy emotionally and I finally willingly ended it this year… so a lot of this is kinda how i felt during my experience w this. also, huge shoutout to @party-hearses for literally holding my hand through this every step of the way. idk what i’d do without you, dude. love you to pieces.
chapter synopsis: there’s only so much you can do as your feelings for joel bubble to the surface.
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It’d been around a month since Joel made you the offer. 
The offer that made your stomach twist into knots every time you thought about it too much. 
You’d pretended everything was fine and that you were okay with the whole ordeal, when in reality, you felt sick every time it crossed your mind. 
You could’ve easily just told Joel you didn’t want to go through with it anymore. You knew that. 
But something in your heart was tugging and pulling and hoping and fucking wishing he’d change his mind, say fuck the whole friends with benefits thing and just want to be with you. 
You could’ve told him no more, but with the way he looked at you like you were the only woman in the world when you were completely vulnerable with him, slotting himself between your legs, pushing into you, an adoring stare with every drag of himself in and out of you—how could you confront him? How could you lose the one thing you had hoped for? 
It sounded pathetic. Maybe it was. 
There was no denying it anymore, though. You’d fallen hard for the very man that swept you off your feet. But, that’s also the problem—what goes up, must always come down. Your emotions were everywhere, and it wouldn’t be long before you knew you’d start spiraling. 
You didn’t want to tell Adrienne how you felt, and it’s not because she’d ever tell you I told you so. No, it was more so the fact that you were too prideful and you didn’t want to show her how vulnerable this has made you—how vulnerable he’d made you. 
This is not the woman you used to be. 
Maybe there’s something sweet in being soft and allowing yourself to succumb to someone’s desires for you, but not like this. Not to you. You wanted Joel in a way you’re sure he could never accept, and that broke your heart into a million pieces. 
To, dare you say, love someone who will never feel the same way was the most gut wrenching, grueling feeling. 
You had to tuck away those feelings in a box that you’d shove under your bed and forget about, though, because graduation was coming up in just two days. 
Your last finals were today, and despite your mess of emotions and feelings, you were excited to finally graduate. You were proud of yourself for sticking to your goals. 
You stared up at the dress you got for graduation, now hanging up on your closet with your regalia. Finding a dress was so much harder than you anticipated, and it made the whole shopping experience miserable. 
The only thing that kept you going during that whole try-on process was Joel’s words replaying in your head about how beautiful you were and how much he adored your curves. 
While it was nice that he thought that of you, you became disappointed in yourself for allowing yourself to thrive off of his validation. You’d spent so long trying to build your confidence from the ground up to where you didn’t need validation from others to feel beautiful. You were never reliant on anyone to make you feel secure within yourself, and you sure as hell didn’t want to start now. 
The drive to school was silent. Soft tunes of a Fleetwood Mac song played over your car speakers as you mindlessly drove to campus. Your first final was in Professor Sanchez’s class, and your last one was in Joel’s. You weren’t particularly looking forward to seeing him today. 
You’d been feeling like shit about the whole situation since you both last fucked, which was a couple of days prior at his house. Instead of fucking in his office like usual, he’d invited you over for a drink, following up with mind-blowing sex in his king-sized bed. 
You were surprised at first, thinking you’d never see inside the four walls of his sanctuary. It was a lot more homey than you’d anticipated it would be. Lots of family photos on the walls; cozy, worn-in furniture decorated the space in a way that flowed well; big stacks of books and a huge collection of DVDs that surrounded his TV. His neatly made bed was centered in his room, adorned by the ample amounts of the May sun that’d shone through his windows. 
You only got to look around his bedroom for a few seconds before his lips were on yours, hands roaming your curves as he undressed you in record time. After he’d fucked you well, he pulled you into his side and caressed your body in a soothing, comforting way. 
The sex part of it all wasn’t the complicated thing. No, it was the way he fucking looked at you after you both were catching your breaths, fucked-out, dopey smiles on your faces as you stared at each other. He looked at you with such sincerity and gentleness. There was a passion behind his eyes that sparked every time his eyes scanned your features. 
A wanting desire. A carnal need far beyond something that was just friends with benefits. You saw it in his eyes. 
This is why you were so back-and-forth with your emotions toward him and this whole situation. It was your way of justifying why you should stay and give this a chance. There was just that little sliver of hope, and that hope is what you clung on to as if your life depended on it. That hope was the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down. 
You found yourself aimlessly walking into Professor Sanchez’s class. Everything was a blur. Taking your seat, receiving instructions for your final exam, taking said final exam. It was you simply going through the motions, barely even registering that you’d never step foot into his classroom again. 
You had a twenty minute gap between Professor Sanchez’s class and Joel’s. You knew you should at least fuel your brain with a small snack before going into his class, but your stomach was in knots again. 
Agreeing to be friends with benefits with Joel was a bad idea. You knew it, Adrienne knew it, and hell, even Joel knew it. 
You knew you’d be the one to catch feelings and want more. You hated it. It sucked the fucking life out of you, leaving you a crying mess every night before you fell asleep. 
You were so emotionally and mentally exhausted. You felt foolish for thinking even just for a second that you’d be able to change Joel’s mind about your relationship—if you want to even fucking call it that—with him. 
You kept your head down when you entered Joel’s classroom. You were a couple of minutes early, but luckily, there were a few other students already seated. You felt Joel’s eyes burning holes into your head, and you shifted in your seat uncomfortably. 
Please, for the love of god, stop staring at me.
That’s all that was racing through your mind. You felt your phone buzz, and when you saw Joel’s name on the screen, the knot moved from your stomach to your throat. You felt like you could barely breathe. You just wanted to take your final and get the fuck out of his classroom and away from him. 
But then, realization dawned on you. He had no fucking idea how you felt, so you being so stand-offish toward him would only raise suspicion. 
You looked at his text. 
Everything alright?
You sigh and type back, trying so hard to swallow the goddamn knot in your throat that won’t seem to go away. 
Everything’s fine. 
Not even a minute later, your phone buzzed again. 
Stay after class for a bit.
You wanted to scoff at his text. Sex was not going to fix how you felt. In fact, it would make things even worse. 
Can’t. Going out with Adrienne tonight. 
You couldn’t help but glance up at Joel, who was looking confusedly down at his phone. He sighed and set his phone down on his desk, chair scraping against the floor as he stood up. He went over the final and the rules, distributing the tests shortly after. 
One thing you were grateful for in that moment was your ability to zero in on the test, feelings for Joel and his lingering stare set aside. You’ve come way too far and studied too hard to get distracted now. 
You were one of the first few to finish, turning in your test onto his desk. He nearly reached out to grab your wrist to stop you from leaving. He’d seemed to have forgotten where you two were at the moment. 
You gave him a warning glance as you slipped your hand abruptly back to your side. He played it off like he was reaching to grab the small stack of finished exams, eyes clouded with confusion as he looked up at you. 
You mumbled a thanks, Professor Miller before walking out of his class, thankful to never have to step foot in there again. 
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You mindlessly swirled the amber liquor around the glass cup you were sipping out of. You truthfully didn’t feel like going out tonight, but Adrienne wanted to celebrate you finally finishing all of your coursework. 
She wanted to stay by your side, but a cute man had come up to her and asked her to dance with him. You insisted she go, because you truthfully didn’t want to suck her cheerful mood into your misery. 
You downed the rest of your drink and pushed yourself off of the barstool, needing to get out of the thick haze of smoke the bar was currently bathed in. You sent Adrienne a quick text telling her you were getting a breather just in case she came looking for you at the bar. 
You rounded the corner of the bar and pressed your back against the cold wall, sending a chill down your spine. The mid-temp air swirled around your body, filling your lungs with gratitude for not having to breathe in machine fog for another second. 
You watched as people passed by, laughing and carefree as they stumbled down the sidewalk with arms interlocked or shoving their friends playfully while boisterously laughing at a joke someone said. 
You sighed as you felt tears stinging your eyes, wishing so badly you were able to feel their happiness in that moment. You felt like you couldn’t get your fucking emotions together for the life of you. Your pre-Joel self was dying to come out and feel an ounce of happiness again. 
It’s like you were trying to constantly set a candle aflame, and he’d blow it out. Over, and over, and over again. A constant cycle that never ended. A moth drawn to a flame that ended up getting burned in the end because it couldn’t keep its yearning and curiosity and desire to itself. 
It killed you inside knowing that you let this affect you so much. The part of you that screamed that you didn’t need Joel’s validation to feel seen and beautiful was being easily overpowered by the feeling that his validation was everything you need to thrive off of. 
Being a plus sized girl most of your life came with many struggles—many of which you’ve overcome, but some still lingered like an annoying fucking cough not even medicine could get rid of. You’ve been told you’d never be the beauty standard, or that you’d look better if you were thinner, or you should work out and eat healthier because the way you looked seemed unhealthy. 
You’d crumpled up those nasty words and stomped on them anyway, because at the end of the day, the people making those comments didn’t know a single goddamn thing about you or your life. You were just a random girl in their story; one whose presence had an affect on them so much so that they felt the need to make comments about your appearance. 
But none of their fucking words mattered.
What mattered to you was that you’d spent years building up your confidence and self-love to get yourself in a good headspace about your appearance, finally in tune with your body and loving that it gave you life. 
But, because of those mean words and terrible past dating antics, you’d built a wall up around yourself to protect yourself and your heart from getting hurt again. Allowing Joel to experience the vulnerability you kept locked away felt like a fucking punch of air out of your lungs. 
Because, why the fuck would he not want to be in a relationship with you? Why would he offer to be friends with benefits when he was in his mid fucking forties? Were you not good enough? Was it because of the age difference? 
You’ve tried to think of every possibility there might’ve been to conclude why Joel just simply didn’t want you like you wanted him, but you were drawing a blank. 
You wiped the salty tears that streamed pathetically down your face, straightening up before taking a deep breath, walking back into the bar to order as many drinks as it took to simply just fucking forget. 
-
The buzz and excitement for graduation shortly followed just two days after.  
But, just like most things these days, it went by in a blur. It felt so liberating to walk across that stage; to have done something for yourself—something that was all yours. Your moment. Your success. Your absolute fucking willpower to see this through to the very end. You finally had your masters in criminal law. 
Your mom and dad were proud of you. Your siblings were proud of you. 
You were proud of yourself. 
It’s a feeling that’d been foreign to you these days, hiding in the shadows of the carnal desire for something more with Joel. 
You were never one to ask for much, but with him, all you could seem to want is more more more. 
Was it greedy of you to want more than just a good fuck?
Maybe to him, it was. 
The buzz quickly wore off with that thought constantly in the back of your mind, replaying like an old scratched record that was stuck on a song that could never seem to make it to the crescendo. 
You found yourself in your favorite coffee shop just a few days after graduation, desperately applying to any jobs that were hiring a freshly graduated criminal law student. 
Fixated too much on the screen of your laptop before you, you barely even paid any mind to the familiar person standing right across from you. It’s only when they cleared their throat that you looked up, surprise written over your features as you see Tess standing before you. 
“Tess! What a lovely surprise.” You greet, the first genuine smile stretching over your lips in almost a week. 
“Hi, sweetheart. Mind if I sit and keep you company?” Her voice is honeyed and kind, a hopeful glint flashing through her green eyes as she looks down at you. 
“Not at all.” You gesture to the chair across from you, and she takes a seat. 
“So I hear congratulations are in order.” She folds her hands around the perimeter of her coffee cup and purses her lips. 
You grin and wave her off playfully. “Masters shmasters. No biggie.” You shrug, and she laughs at your nonchalance. 
“Nonsense, darling girl, that’s a huge deal.” 
You give her a small thank you in gratitude, closing your laptop so you could put your undivided attention on her. She nods her head toward your computer, eyebrows threading together. 
“You applying for jobs?” 
“Mhm. To just about every position I can find that I’m qualified for.” You take a sip of your iced coffee, wishing the espresso was just a tad stronger. 
“Which field are you wanting to go into?” 
“I was leaning more toward forensics.” And Tess quirks her brow at that. 
“Y’know, I could get you in with the bureau. Misty and I know lots of people in forensics, and they’re always looking for people to join their division.” 
“Oh, Tess – I – I couldn’t possibly – you’re Joel’s best friend and I’d feel awful–” You were stammering your words left and right, trying to find footing in what you wanted to say, but nothing seemed right. 
She reached a warm hand out and clasped it over yours, immediately making your mouth clamp shut. You were honored that she’d even put in a good word for you, but she barely knew you. She’s Joel’s best friend. 
“Sweetheart, this isn’t about Joel. This is about you and your future.” 
She was right. Just because she was Joel’s best friend, didn’t mean her offering to put in a good word for you had jack shit to do with him. You were the one who worked hard to get to where you are, and hell, there was absolutely no harm in networking. That was what the criminal justice expo was all about a month back anyhow. 
“Speaking of Joel,” She softly murmured, almost seemingly hesitant to ask. “Not to pry, but are you still, you know, seeing him?” 
You felt your body heat up at her question, gaze averting to your iced coffee. You were suddenly transfixed on the sweat around the plastic cup, leaving its wake of water rings on the wooden table. 
“Um, yeah. I haven’t talked to him much recently, though.” 
It was true. You didn’t know how to face your feelings head-on for Joel. It was like a fucking beast in the wilderness that wanted – no, needed – to hunt you down and eat you alive. 
And so you ran. 
You ran without looking back, avoiding the devastating feeling at all costs. 
“God, that man is such an idiot.” Tess mumbled under her breath, but the coffee shop was quiet enough to hear her words of disdain. 
“Why do you say that?” 
Tess’s eyes bore into yours, her hand reaching back out to yours to give it a squeeze – a warning. 
“I’m gonna be truthful here with you, sweetheart, because you’re a good person and you deserve so much better.” 
You nod your head in the slightest, willing her to continue. 
“You see–” She pauses, trying to conjure up the right words she wants to say. “Joel’s a good person. He really is. Is he an idiot for asking you to be friends with benefits? Absolutely. Fucker’s too old for that shit.”
Tess rolls her eyes, and you chuckle softly at her small rant. 
“But, truth be told, he has trust issues. He has a fear of getting hurt. He keeps his guard up because he knows that as soon as he lets it down, someone can walk into his life and worm their way into his heart. I think–”
She pauses, shaking her head subtly before sighing. “I think he’s afraid of falling again because of his last relationship. It didn’t end well. Left him heartbroken for nearly a year after that stupid bitch was caught with another man in their bed.” 
You sat back, trying to process the information spewed at you. 
It all makes so much fucking sense now. 
“Christine is the reason for all this. If I could wring that bitch’s neck I would.” 
“That bad, huh?” You ask. 
Tess purses her lips and shakes her head. 
“You have no idea. Joel was a mess. He wasn’t like himself – far off from the best friend I love and know. It was like he was a marionette and her cruel actions were the ones controlling his every move.” 
And suddenly you felt so bad. You felt bad for being angry with Joel, but you know you shouldn’t feel bad. 
You agreed to his offer, yes, but he was using you solely for the intimacy to fill a void in his life – that carnal need that tried to claw to the surface. The very void he was afraid would swallow him whole if he didn’t get his fix of you. The thing you saw in his eyes after every time you two fucked. 
The very thing that felt like it was eating you alive. 
You huff out a laugh through your nose, shaking your head with a sardonic smile across your lips. 
“Sometimes I feel like I’m the marionette and Joel is the puppeteer.” You tap your nails on the table as a nervous habit, and Tess’s hands cover yours. 
Her eyes held sympathy as she looked at you, probably because she’d chewed Joel out for the very thing that was making you fall apart at the seams. 
“Well then, sweetheart, maybe it’s time you cut the strings.” 
-
You carded your fingers through Joel’s graying hair as you tugged, moaning his name in desperation. His head was buried between your thighs, making your mind fuzzy and forgetful of everything you’ve been going through mentally the past month. 
His skillful tongue catapulted you into your release, crumbling down as your thighs shook and your whine adorned the walls of your bedroom. 
He trailed soft kisses up your thighs, fingers indenting into your flesh as he gripped onto you. The drag of his stubble against your skin sets it ablaze, making your eyes flutter open and look down at him. 
His soft brown eyes met yours, something behind them you couldn’t exactly read. It was quickly masked with a cocky smirk stretching onto his plush lips, maneuvering upward so he was hovering over you. He moved down to kiss you hungrily, cupping your cheek gently before dipping his tongue into your mouth. 
You could taste yourself, moaning against him as your hands glide down to his hips. The taut muscles of his thighs flexed underneath your fingertips as you pulled him closer, wanting to feel his bare chest on yours. 
You couldn’t blame him for wanting the intimacy, because hell, it made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. 
It was addicting. Almost fulfilling. You wanted more. More of him, more of his beautiful mind, more of the sweet moments of the real Joel you got to see behind his unyielding exterior. 
You wanted it all with him, and yet, he wanted none of it with you. 
It fucking stung. 
Maybe you were as naïve as you thought, way too over your head with this. 
Joel pulled apart from you, gaze meeting yours as he softly smiled. 
“You ready for me, darlin’?” His voice is soft, pulling you from your rather brooding thoughts. 
You nod, giving him the go-ahead. He collects the slick that’s smeared through your folds, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, and he chokes on a gasp from how tight you are. He suddenly realizes you’re tense, so he cradles your head before looking down at you. 
“Y’gotta relax for me, honey.” He coos. 
Honey. That’s a new one. 
He moves up to leave a soft kiss on your forehead. You don’t know why, but the action makes you want to cry. You try to ignore it as he presses into you, praising into your ear about how much of a good girl you are for him. 
You’re completely enveloped in everything Joel, the feeling of the drag of his heavy cock in and out of you searing itself into your mind. Your mind was swirling with all sorts of emotions again, and for the sake of your own sanity, you wish it would just fucking stop. You wish your mind could stray away from feeling everything all at once. 
Joel felt good. He felt safe. He was broad and strong and handsome and generally kind – everything you want in a man. 
His lips moved down to your neck, kissing the soft flesh generously. He managed to find your pulse point easily, causing you to elicit a breathy moan into his ear. You felt his smile on your neck as he began to suck on that spot that drove you crazy, and you gasped.
“Joel, you’re gonna leave–fuck, you’re gonna leave a mark.” 
“You’re mine.”
Stop fucking saying that. 
You’re not, and he made that very clear when he offered to just be friends with benefits. 
Joel picked up his pace, and as much as your mind was distracted, it felt too good. You were nearing your end in a haste, and Joel followed right after you. He was out of breath as he pulled out and collapsed next to you, eyes screwed shut as he tossed his forearm over his eyes. 
You got up to go to the bathroom so you could clean yourself up and use the restroom. You came back out, slipped your oversized t-shirt over your head and sat next to Joel’s limp body. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, tear after tear falling down your cheeks. 
“I’m not her, you know.” Your voice came out shaky, but it got Joel’s attention. 
“Who–?”
“Christine.” The name rolled off your tongue with a surprising bitterness. Joel moved his arm down and looked at you with furrowed brows and a dark stare.
 Anger flashed across his eyes. The muscle in his jaw was ticking rapidly, completely irate. 
“How the fuck do you know about her?” He spits, moving to stand up hastily. He puts his boxers back on, followed by his shorts. 
“Does it fucking matter? I’m just telling you, Joel, I’m nothing like her. I wouldn’t fuck somebody else in the same bed we’d share. I don’t understand why you don’t want to be with me.”
“Don’t fucking talk about her again to me, ever. Not another fucking word.” He was avoiding your last words, a pang in his heart for what he felt for you, but he was seething. He hated that you knew the reason why he was so fucked up when it came to relationships. It felt like you had the upper hand, and he didn’t like it one bit. 
You laugh and shake your head, tears continuing to wet your cheeks. 
“You’ve made me feel more things for you in this past month than I have for any other  person in my life…probably ever, Joel. What’s so bad about us being together?” You press again, because fuck, you really wanted an answer. 
He ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. “Be fucking realistic here. It would never work out between us. You’re my student–”
“Was.” You interrupt. 
“Was my student. But you’re too young. You don’t have your priorities straight, you’re freshly graduated. You’re too… inexperienced.” He tosses his shirt over his head and crosses his arms, the thin material stretching over his broad, tense shoulders. 
“That’s genuinely just rich coming from you, Joel. You didn’t seem to have a problem with my age when you bent me over your desk, or fucked me in the hotel room, or your room, or ten fucking minutes ago. I’m nearly thirty, so don’t spew that bullshit about my age. You’re also really one to talk about me having my priorities straight,” You step around your bed to face him. “You’re in your mid forties and you wanted to be in a friends with benefits relationship, Joel. You’ve called me yours so many times, look at me like you feel something for me, and then expect me to go about as normal? What the fuck is that?”
He pauses for two seconds, nearly blacked-out irises staring into your own glossy and tired gaze. 
“It’s not my fault I didn’t live up to the expectations of myself that you created in your head.” 
You purse your lips into a thin line, taking a step back from him. He was right, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. 
“I–I can’t fucking do this anymore with you, Joel. Please get out of my apartment.”
“So that’s it?” He tosses his hands up, looking at you in disbelief. He looked almost, dare you say, disappointed. 
“Get out.” You whisper, more tears adorning your cheeks. He scoffs and brushes past you, letting himself out of your apartment with a slightly more forceful closing of the front door. You didn’t care how dramatic you might’ve been in this moment, but you sank to your knees and buried your face in your hands.
You cried and cried and cried, the pain in your heart something you’ve never quite felt before. 
You wished nothing more in that moment than to be able to reverse time and make sure not to give in to temptation, because holy hell, she was the fucking devil. 
The constant hurt in your heart was a reminder that this was very real, it happened, and you were stuck with the cruel aftermath of it all.
But, Tess was ultimately right. 
You were Joel’s marionette no more. 
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Hiii! Could i please request a karma x reader where reader is a crybaby and really sensitive but also super sweet to everybody no matter how mean they are?
Karma x sensitive reader // <3 // fluff, hcs.
In which Karma catches feelings for a crybaby.
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— ୨୧ first meeting.
Karma and you get along well from the start, unlike most people in the main campus you don’t talk badly about E-class and you don’t make any judgements towards people without getting to know them- that’s especially important to note because Karmas never had the best reputation. Even so, you didn’t judge him based off rumors and comments made about him behind his back, earning you his respect!
— catching feelings.
Karma is the last person to be interested in dating, so whenever he starts getting all nervous and flustered around you he thinks he’s nauseous. He only realizes hes into you when he sees he’s sort of defensive over you, definitely brought to his attention by Rio(meddler) or Nagisa (He just wants to help).
✦ any time you’re upset he’s the first to ask who did something, super ready to fight anyone.
✦ He realizes he’s never wanted anyone to stick around as much as you.
—ʚ[End Class]ɞ
(If you were to drop to end class for whatever reason)
// first time meeting Korosensei you’re a sobbing mess.
Even then you’re trying to be nice telling him he’s not that scary (in reality you’re terrified because why is he like 10 feet tall..)
Korosensei frantically tries to get you to stop crying. “I promise I would never lay my tentacles on a student- I wouldn’t hurt you!! You can ask anyone in here I-”
Karma is laughing his ass off to the point he’s gripping his sides cause they hurt.
You get to sit next to him. Lucky (???) you.
The rest of the class is quick to warm up to you, if you’re not already friends that is.
— When you’re officially together.
Hes the biggest tease in existence, he can’t go 20 minutes without poking fun at you.
Has so many pictures and videos of you happy crying. (He will not let you live down.)
Also has a folder of pictures you send him whenever you’re crying over small / dumb things you find funny when you realize what you’re crying over.
(cause literally me too?? I’ll cry and laugh mid way when I realize how stupid it is 😭)
[Name]: we’re out of cookies.
[Attached image of you crying]
lmfao I’ll buy you some calm down💀 :[Karma]
[Name]: NVMM.. false alarm we have another box 😆!!
don’t care I’m at your doorstep with 5 boxes open up :[Karma]
[Name]: Wow you’re fast it’s only been like 3 minutes..
— <3 —
He brings up moments like that anytime he has the chance to embarrass you.
“Remember the time you cried cause you found out chickens live only like seven years.”
“Shut up it was really sad.”
“[Name] we had fried chicken like 20 minutes later and you devoured that shit.”
“That was so good, we should go again.”
ON ANOTHER NOTE.
No one is allowed to make you feel bad though, Terasaka is extra careful not to say anything to make you cry on days where he doesn’t want to end up on the ground.
You’re his go-to for advice. Especially if he’s ever arguing with anyone like his parents or his friends because you know more about emotions than he does.
Cannot handle seeing you upset because of something he does, the second your eyes even get the littlest misty he’s apologizing with food and flowers.
You hold a special place in his heart because often times you’re the only person he’s comfortable opening up to.
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A/N: im behind on like 30 requests IM SORRY 😪😪😪
Also I didn’t really check for spelling errors for this one so tell me if you catch any pls!!!
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Survive
Alex Karev x Sister!Reader
Summary: After many years, Alex meets his little sister again under unexpected circumstances
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: angst, accident, injuries, medically innacurate
Note: English isn’t my firs language, so I’m sorry if (when) you found mistakes.
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It was hard to figure out Alex. If someone, she knew that the best from all. She was the closest to him, until they were separated to different foster family. That event unutterably shattered them. They were each other’s last promise of safety. That was ripped away from them, and there was nothing they could've done in order to stop that. Neither of them wanted a normal family if that meant that they have to go separate ways. But they had no voice in the matter. Was life ever fair though?
She wanted to be there for him, help him through his first heartbreak, celebrate his graduation with him. She wanted to cry on movies to have Alex laugh at her and maybe sometimes make him waffles.
At first they tried to keep in close touch, but the new forced family didn’t like their continous communication. So it was cut shortly.  The only thing that helped them stay a bit connected was their last name.
Alex didn’t talk about his sister. Not in his personal life, nor in the hospital. Although these two sometimes interwined. His sister was ripped away from him and that was something he couldn’t really process since then. And even if he wanted to talk about her to his friends and collegues, even then he couldn’t because he hadn’t heard about her since. Above that it was many years ago so he thought she wouldn’t even want to hear from him. They both believed this crap. So life went on and neither of them tried to find the other.
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The ambulance just rolled in with another case for the Grey- Sloan Memorial Hospital. The paramedics opened the door and immidiately started talking and informing the medical team about the patient and her injuries. Car accident. Fast tachycardia. Internal bleeding. Head and chest injuries. Severe fractures. Collapsed lung. Based on the shared informations it was clear to Owen, Meredith and Pierce that the female on the gurney, in her mid 20s was deep in the woods. They found out that her identity is yet unknown but the scene investigators were going to inform them based on the ID found in the wreck as soon as possible.
The team of three wheeled the patient into the ER and their number was increasing with other nurses and doctors. They were in need of more hands.
„Somebody page Shepherd!” was heard the instruction.
„Okay honey, what’s your name? Can you hear me?”- asked Price while focusing on the stetoscope’s sound. She never got an answer. The girl was out again by the end of the question. The entire room was in a rush, trying to work against time and minimalise the damage what the woman’s body’s suffered.
„We need a chest tube, now!”- and with that Owen got to it.
A nurse suddenly rushed into the room with Amelia who already started to assess the injured person’s condition.
„We have a name, age, blood type…”
As soon as the nurse took in the reaction to her past sentence she realised it would’ve been better if she doesn’t share the information before the surgery. Everyone froze when they heard what was the name. Meredith looked up, and locked her eyes with Owen’s, frowning. Y/N Karev. Karev. That couldn’t be. It must be accidental.
The medical team had to recover, she didn’t have much time. They did the urgent examinations, and headed to the OR, quickly. Even though they didn’t know for sure that Y/N was indeed a relative of Alex or not, they felt some sort of extra pressure, what they had to shut out as the OR door closed.
Some time later in the OR there was so much blood and there was still so much to do. They started doubt if they could stop the bleeding and get to the next task in time. Pierce was worried about Y/N’s heart. Didn’t know if it could take such a pressure for too long. They have to get back if she stabilised a bit. Although Amelia’s stopped the bleeding in the brain, she wanted another scan just to be sure. After some argument between the doctors they decided to close her up and let her rest a bit in the ICU.
Let her rest. But who is she? Meredith although was tired, but had to find Alex. She'd hoped that it’s some kind of misunderstanding. She walked on the long hallway of the hospital, her eyes were scanning the area, she wanted to find Karev. Since it was dark outside, maybe he has finished with his shift and took off with Jo already. No, that wouldn’t be great.
Suddenly at one of the corners they bumped into each other, she'd found Alex.
„What?” - He instantly knew something'd bothered Mer. By how she carried herself, and the look on her face.
„You look like you just saw a ghost.” He meant this as a joke, but his friend didn’t reacted to it like that.
She didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the hallway, hell, she didn't want to have this conversation at all, but she couldn’t hold the question in anymore.
„You don’t have a sister who I don’t know about, right?”- she asked desperately.
Alex was staring at his friend. He was expecting almost everything just not this. Why would she ask something like this?
„Wha– what are you talking about?” he was now panicking. Why would she asked something like this in the middle of her shift. It didn’t make sence.
„We just had a surgery on a girl. Her name’s Y/N. With your last name. She isn’t…”
And that was the moment when she knew she didn’t need Karev to answer her question anymore. He already did with his reaction.
He couldn’t think for a moment. He felt like the entire hospital started spinning, while his stomach was growing smaller.
„Where is she?” He felt like his heart was beating almost against his skin tissues while displacing his lungs and ribs out of the way.
„She is in the ICU for now, but Alex…” – he didn’t hear what she said after, because he started sprinting to the stairs leading to the named place. No, this couldn’t be. Sometimes he played with the thought what’d it be like to see her again, to talk to her for the first time in years. He was sure he would be nervous, yes. But he was confident to say that he wouldn’t have thought in his worst nightmare that their reunion would be something like this.
At the nurse station he got the direction to the asked patient’s room. He stepped through the sliding door, and there was no doubt anymore. He was in his sister’s hospital room.
Inside the room there were still nurses adjusting the machines and take her last vitals, but slowly they’d finished for now.
He couldn’t believe what he'd seen. She was so broken. At the first sight he noticed her head was shaved and bandaged. She was attached to a ventilator, covered in bruises and scratches. In his deep thoughts he didn’t even realise that the nurses’d left as well as Meredith was already by his side.
He had to sit down, or else his legs were going to give out.
He didn’t have to ask. He could see that Y/N’s situation was pretty bad. But he wanted to know the details. All of them. Whats up with her brain, how are her organs and limbs and how was and is their oxygen supply? How bad was the bleeding, how many more surgery will be necessary? How many bones were fractured? And who the fuck did this to her? He couldn’t decide which one to ask first if he was going to find his voice.
The doctor and friend standing beside him knew that he would want answers to his unasked questions. So she started to listing out loud what had happened before and during the life saving surgery. Told him who are his sister’s doctors, in case he wanted to get some more info. He had found out that one of the most concerning injuries affected her brain heavily.
Meredith knew exactly how does it feel to watch somebody you love on life support. Hear the ventilator do its job. And even if it’s part of their everyday life as a doctor, it doesn’t prepare them for the case when its not a person whom they know nothing about. She knew there was nothing she could say or do that’d make this easier for him. So she just stroked Alex’s shoulder to let him know that she was there for him, whatever was going to happen and assured him that later she’d send Amelia in, to inform him with the specific details. With that, she left the room.
Alex didn’t know what’d happened to her since he wasn’t a part of her life anymore. He didn’t know why she was in Seattle, hell he didn’t even know if she was going to make it. But he knew for sure that he was going to stay by her side and there isn’t anyone who could debar that this time.
He wouldn’t admit but he was afraid all along that there would be silence after everyone left him alone with his sister. But there wasn’t. He heard the late night traffic of the city, the sirens from the surrounding streets, the machines in the room, and his sobs as well. Even if he only wanted to hear his little sister’s voice.
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WIBTA if I backed out of an overseas wedding trip that's in less than 6 months that I've been invited to for over 2 years
(Slight context first. The wedding was meant to be last year but got pushed back to this year. The wedding is for my fiancé's best friend who I've only met a few times. All of us are mid 20s early 30s.)
So this couple is getting married overseas for a destination wedding, and my fiancé (F) is a best man. He's known the groom (J) and his family for most of his life and loves them a lot, and they basically see him as their son. When F and I started dating (about 3 years ago), I met J pretty early on, and was told that naturally I was invited to the wedding. In the nearly 3 years my fiancé and I have been together, I've met J's fiancé and family twice, and each time they've been nothing but very kind to me and told me I was already family to them.
But, I'll be honest, I'm not very comfortable with the family. They are very big partiers, drinkers and smokers (including super early in the day), and I've had bad experiences with substances and people I know to where I intentionally keep my distance from the stuff, and if I'm put in a situation with it where I can't escape I shut down hard. I've previously had a conversation with my fiancé about how uncomfortable I was going to J's family's house because of it, and we talked through it and things are OK, but I still feel bad. Regardless, knowing that the family is very into the kinds of party scenes and stuff that I intentionally stay away from, my willingness to go to the wedding has dwindled for the past few months, especially knowing that for safety I'd have to stay with the party the whole time (about a week).
A few days ago, my fiancé started talking about how we needed to start getting things ready to go with tickets and travel plans, and then noted how unenthusiastic I was being about it, and ended up calling me out on how I was clearly just convincing myself that I NEEDED to go vs actually wanting to go.
He ended up telling me I needed to make a choice about it within a week, because he needed to work on travel plans, and I agreed. I worked through all my anxieties and concerns and reached the conclusion that I shouldn't go after all, since I'll just be in a stressed and panicked state the whole week and won't be able to enjoy myself.
My fiancé and I are going to talk officially about it in a few days, and we're meeting with J and his fiancé this upcoming weekend just to hang out, and while there I'm going to tell them that I'm not coming. I feel like the asshole because they've been really nice to me the few times we've met, these are people my fiancé really cares about and arent going anywhere for the foreseeable future, and I know the whole family will be pretty upset that I'm not coming, especially this soon before the wedding. However, I don't think I'd be able to enjoy myself or properly celebrate them if I went, and would feel like I'm trapping myself in a situation I'm extremely uncomfortable with.
So, WIBTA for my decision?
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daisykihannie · 3 months
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Our little secret (S.CB+B.CN)
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pairing: Dom!Chan+Dom!Changbin x ftm!reader
warning: NSFW, overstimulation, teasing, threesome, praise, degradation, spit, cum, lots and lots of cum, scratching, giving oral, receiving oral, unprotected sex, NASTY NASTY BOYS, daddy kink, sir kink, 99% smut and 1% fluff, porn WITH plot
@getyourdirtyhandsoffme thank you for the idea! I hope you like it! I think I got a little bit carried away with this one. oopsie-
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You had become pretty close with the idol group stray kids since you had been a frequent backup dancer for them. It was currently comeback season and you were all staying insanely busy with the hectic schedules of performances. It was Friday night and you just got back to your apartment about three hours ago after practicing.
Your friendship with them had grown over the last two years and it felt like you had become a part of their little family. You were the closest to them out of all the back up dancers, you being one of the only ones with a permanent spot in the lineup.
You were taking a hot shower to clean off all the sweat and grime from the extensive dance practice. The hot water working like magic to help relax your aching muscles. You heard your phone chime once, then twice, then three times. The only reason for your phone to be blowing up like that would be the group chat.
You chuckled inwardly at yourself knowing it was probably the 8 males being crackheads in the chat. In no rush you finished up your shower and stepped out. You wrapped a towel tightly around your hips and used a smaller one to start drying your hair.
You draped the towel over your shoulders to catching any remaining water from dripping onto your skin and grabbed your phone off the bathroom sink. You unlocked it to see more than 20 missed texts in the group chat. You opened the chat, reading through what you missed, plopping down on your couch still in just a towel.
You saw Chan and Changbin begging the others for company in the studio while they worked. Their brains going into overdrive and melting, or so their dramatic asses claimed. You looked at the clock seeing it was past midnight and your insomnia was raging. You weren't gonna be able to sleep for a while and you'd be bored out of your mind so you shot them a quick "I can be there in 20 but, y'all better not bore me to death after I go out of my way to keep your asses company." you sent the text with a chuckle, immediately receiving responses.
Changbin and Chan were promising not to be boring, saying they love you, singing your praises while the other 6 men were wishing you luck and basically planning your funeral after you end up getting bored to death. You turned off your phone and left it on the couch while you went to your room to get dressed.
You put on some light grey sweats, that showed the outline of your packer a bit, and a white Muscle Tee with black lettering on it. Your top surgery scars barely visible after so long, the skin just barely more pale and pink than your skin tone. You started to feel more comfortable wearing the top around the others considering you could remain very stealth about your transition now without any obvious scars.
Your hair was still very damp as you grabbed your keys, slipping on your Vans and walking out to your car. The studio was only about a 15 minute walk from your apartment but it was mid autumn so the cool breeze nipped at your exposed skin, your wet hair making you even more chilly so you decided driving was the best option.
When you arrived, you still had about 5-ish minutes till you said you'd be there so you took your phone out of your pocket to see even more missed messages of the boys arguing about everything and nothing at the same time. A lot of teasing was happening towards Chan and Changbin about them "being in love with" you which made you snort out a laugh.
You headed up to the top floor where the studio was, standing in front of the fogged glass door just two minutes early. You could hear the two males arguing but couldn't make out anything they were saying, knocking a bear all the members used to communicate their presence. you heard Chan loudly telling Changbin to shut the fuck up and the door flung open to a smiling Chan, dimples on full display. He had a slight blush on his cheeks and ears but you just assumed it was from the teasing from his other members.
"Miss me?" you said with a cocky smirk, walking into the studio and plopping on the leather sofa in the back that Jisung normally napped on, tucking one ankle under your knee to sit comfortably, leaning back with a sigh.
"Chan missed you a lot for sure." Changbin retorted taking a jab at his Hyung. "Definitely not as much as our binnie though." he said, jabbing back without any hesitation.
"We get it, you're all in love with me. No need to argue boys, there's plenty of Y/N to go around." you said in a joking tone, eyes still shut as your head was resting on the back of the couch. You couldn't see the fact that both their faces were heating up as they both checked you out, your words sparking something almost primal inside of them.
They both know you said it as a joke but they really wished that somewhere deep inside, you meant it. "Don't say something you'll regret babe." Chan said, flirting as per usual but normally it wasn't directed at you but you shrugged it off thinking he was just going along with the jokes you started.
"What if I don't regret it?" you said, eyes finally meeting Chan's eyebrow cocked with a smirk as you finally saw his dark, almost hungry expression. He looked like he was bound to attack at any moment. A groan left his throat, resonating somewhere deep in his chest.
oh?
You felt your cheeks start to get hot as your stomach started doing back flips. What the fuck was that and why was your body responding to it like a horny teenager? You kept your composure as you continued teasing them.
"What? Cats got your tongue? You and Binnie have never been so quiet before. Has little old me made you unable to speak?" You said, the devilish smirk growing on your face as your eyes flicked between Chan and Changbin's faces, both sporting the same fire in their eyes. They looked so-
Your eyes traveled down their figures, noticing they both had their dicks reacting to you and your words. You licked your bottom lip subconsciously as your gaze met theirs again. You adjusted in your seat, placing your other foot on the ground and pushing your hips forward a bit, your packer looking a bit more prominent now. Their gazes landed on your lap and you realized.
They were both needy for your cock. The silicone one in your pants that looked like you were starting to sport your own hard on like they were. Then it hit you. They don't know that it's fake. To them you're biologically male just like them.
oh shit- what the fuck am I supposed to do now?
They both rolled their chairs over to either side of your thighs, placing their hands on your mid thigh to test the waters, seeing you bite you lip and look up at them with such need made their dicks twitch against the fabric of their pants. You had a pleading look in your eyes that made the need to devour you, that much stronger.
Little did they know that you were only half pleading for them to ruin you. The other pleading for your brain to come up with a way to tell them that you don't have a dick. The wetness in your boxers making it that much harder to think.
You started to feel dizzy as your abs started to constrict as the kneeling your thighs, slowly going high towards your aching core. Chans other hand slipping under your shirt to feel your abs tensing. Changbin's other hand was palming himself through his pants, slowly, watching you squirm under their touch.
"You look so fucking handsome like this Y/N." Changbin growled at your, his eyes fucking you from afar. You let out a soft whimper at his words, feeling overwhelmed by all the stimulation for their hands. Chan started to move the hand in your shirt higher, right as the pad of his middle finger was about to touch the scar your eyes widened, grabbing his wrist to stop him.
"Wait!" You yelled a bit frantically, sitting up straight. You took a few deep breaths, both the males removing their hands from you and freezing, a terrified look on their faces thinking you regretted giving them consent and you didn't want this.
"Y/N... I'm so-" Changbin began to speak but was cut off by you. "Shut UP- just-" you let out a sigh realizing your voice was a lot harder than intended because of your fear. You never planned to come out to anyone in stray kids and definitely not like this, you soaking your boxers, panting and needy while Chan and Changbin were painfully twitching in their pants, hungry for you.
"I'm sorry- look I- neither of you have done anything wrong just- fuck- how do I even tell you this...?" your words failing you, brain still dizzy from the previous events. You let out a groan, placing your face in both your hands trying desperately to get your brain to work.
"It's okay Hun. Just take your time." Chan said reassuring you, putting his hand on your knee and rubbing circles onto the fabric with his thumb to reassure and encourage you.
"I just need to rip the band-aid off..." You sighed again removing your hands, clasping them in front of you, staring at them like they were the most interesting thing on the planet. "I'm- iwasbornagirlandstillhaveapussymsofuckingsorry." you spat it all out in one breath, finding your burning face in your hands, eyes screwed shut as you waiting for them to yell at you for misleading them.
But it never came. You looked at the two males from between your fingers seeing confusion on their faces, screwing your eyes shut again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mislead you. I just-" this time you were cut off by Changbin.
"That- that's it? You're still a guy. Still a man, and I can say I'm still very much attracted to you. I still would like to continue but only if you do." Changbin cooed at you, his words shaking you to your core, causing you to drop a bit more into your boxers.
"You're still Y/N. Our handsome baby boy. Your biology isn't going to change that. I'd still love to show you just how handsome you are if you let me." he had a slight growl in his tone at the end of his sentence. They still wanted you? They were actively waiting for your consent again.
You sat up again still pretty shocked, the devilish smirk finding your lips again as your pussy began to throb. "Then show me. Show me how handsome I am. Show me just how hungry you are for me and my cunt." you said finding a new sense of confidence from the way Chan and Changbin continued eye fucking you and the tent in their pants never leaving.
You didn't need to ask twice. Chan put one knee between your spread legs on the couch, leaning over you and attaching his plump lips to your neck, sucking softly and trailing kisses around to find your most sensitive spot. When your back arched off the couch, your hips slightly bucking against the thigh resting against you core, Chan couldn't help but moan as he began sucking and biting harshly at the spot, sure to leave a bruise.
While Chan was making you squirm with his lips and tongue on your neck, Changbin ran his hands under your shirt, fingertips finding your hardened bud, not even taking notice of the scars on your chest as his nails dragged across them for a moment. You were breathing heavy, biting your lower lip to keep and noises inside.
You were doing a pretty good job of staying quiet until you felt Changbin's hot breath on the skin of your abs, followed by his wet tongue tracing the edges of the muscles up until his lips ghosted over your sensitive nipple, his breath sending chills down your spine, causing you to rut against chan's thigh again. You inhaled sharply when he tensed his thigh muscles, pressing against your throbbing cunt.
"We wanna hear you baby. Come on and let out those pretty moans of yours." Chan's voice was commanding, dark and sultry. Your thighs clenching around his in desperate need to be touched. You let out a symphony of moans and grunts as you tried to ride Chan's thighs. Changbin sucking and biting at your nipples, the pain was causing your skin to burn in the best possible ways.
"P-Please..." You started begging. You didn't even know what exactly you were begging for or from who but all you knew is that you needed more. so much more from both of them.
"Please what pup? use your words~" Changbin said against your chest, looking up at you and you fell apart under their touch. "S-sir... Daddy... P-Please... t-touch me, fill me, t-taste me... Fuck! please! I've been good! I need you both so fucking bad!" You're sure you were screaming for them now, thank fuck the studio was soundproofed.
"Good fucking boy." Chan growled into your ear, the praise shot straight to your needy cunt. Clenching around nothing, desperate for their touch. Chan and Changbin were quick to work together to strip you completely, your pussy red and glistening in need and desire.
Chan licked his lips and Changbin but his, not taking their eyes off your figure. Hair a mess, Chest rising and falling heavily, legs spread to have your pussy on display for them, your enlarged clit visibly throbbing, looking so fucked out just from the foreplay. Your eyes lidded as you watched the both of them undress in front of you, their cocks rock hard and slapping their abs when they pulled their boxers off.
Their tips were angry and leaking. You waiting for their next moves, completely at their will. "Please Daddy and Sir, use me like your own personal sex toy. Please" You were growing impatient, needing them to touch you now or you felt like you'd die.
"Fuck- Such a pretty slut when you beg for our cocks." Chan said as he dropped to his knees between your legs, his face close to your core, licking his lips hungrily, ghosting his lips over your throbbing clit when he spoke his lips grazing ever so slightly across it causing you to let out a whimper and arch your back. "Keep your eyes on him and use that pretty mouth to make him cum like the good pup you are." Chan said before wrapping his slightly swollen and wet lips around your dick (clit) and sucking, rolling his tongue like he was made to eat you out.
Your eyes rolled back and your right hand tangled into his hair, holding his face against your core, already feeling a bit dizzy from the magic he was working on your dick. Changbin climbed onto the couch, kneeling on your left, his cock leaking as he placed the tip against your bottom lip. "Open, tongue out." you didn't need told twice.
You looked up at him opening your mouth and letting your tongue roll out, his cock felt heavy on your tongue. You let out a deep groan from your chest fighting letting your eyes roll back in your head to keep eye contact with Changbin. His hand fisted your hair as he ran his cock up and down your tongue to get the shaft lubed up with your spit.
He leaned forward and spit onto your tongue and the tip of his cock causing you to let out a whimper. "Close." he said and your lips wrapped around just the tip of his cock. Your legs began trembling as Chan kept eating you out like his life depended on it. Never pulling away to breathe as his tongue laps at the juices that poured out of you, his tongue switching between fucking into your tight hole and going crazy on your dick.
You were moaning desperately around Changbin's cock as he fucked mercilessly into your mouth, groans falling off his lips, keeping eye contact with you as your eyes kept trying to roll back into your head, your moans sending vibrations through his cock as you got closer and closer to your high. You tried to pull Chan off of you and he grabbed your hand from his hair pinning it to the couch as he moaned against you, vibrations sending you over the edge.
You came hard on his tongue, your left hand on Changbin's hip as he continued to use your mouth. Your orgasm ripped through your body, grinding against Chan's face as he continued to help you through your orgasm into overstimulation. Your nails digging into Changbin's hip, making him hiss, the pain bringing him closer to his own climax, your eyes were rolled back into your head as the after shocks coursed through your trembling body.
Chan stood from between your thighs, lining himself up with your throbbing core and rubbing your hip to prepare you for the stretch. He pushed into you slowly, a scream escaping your throat as your nails dug into Chan's bicep, Changbin's cock still stuffed into your mouth, sending him tumbling over the edge, pushing his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag around him as his cum shot down your throat, swallowing everything, your throat constricting his tip, casing his orgasm in your throat all the way to the end. He pulled out, breathing heavy, your moans began filling the room.
You were dizzy, in the best way possible as Chan began a slow place, still rubbing your hip to soothe the pain. "You're being such a good boy. So pretty for your Hyungs. So fucking tight- fuck- so good!" Chan moaned out, moving slowly in and out of you, fighting every need to ram I to you till you were dumb from his cock.
"P-Please f-faster... h-harder" your words were sliced and barely coherent. you were already starting to go brain dead from the insane amount of pleasure, overstimulated. Chan picked up his pace, slamming into your g-spot, pushing you over the edge again. You were clenching around Chan's throbbing cock, him riding the waves of your second orgasm with you.
"Fucking hell BABY-" Chan hissed and maintained a brutal pace, slamming into you as your nails dug into his back, sure to break skin. Your back staying arched as you came around his cock repeatedly. "Fuck- how many was that sweetheart? 4?" Chan asked you.
You shook your head, only being able to moan and scream in pleasure. unable to speak or think really. "hmmm 5?" he asked, slamming into your g spot again, you nodded frantically as you felt another orgasm about to tear through your body. Chan's stamina was something you could never imagined as he pulled you through your 6th orgasm. Changbin was watching for a bit before he pushed his index and middle finger into you mouth.
You sucked on the digits, swirling your tongue around them, moaning around them as tears started to fall down your cheeks in pure ecstasy severely overstimulated from the way Chan abused your insides. Changbin pulled his fingers out, drenched in your saliva and his fingertips brushed against your dick, your back arching harder off the couch and your nails drawing blood on Chan's back, making him his in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"no no no no please- fuck- too much! sir!" you were screaming so loud that you could hear yourself over the blood rushing loudly behind your ears. "Fucking- i'm- I'm close. Fuck! where should I?" Chans thrusts got sloppy, Changbin trying to make you cum again with Chan, circling your sensitive dick over and over again causing you to squirm under the two men. "I-in. s-side." you could barely speak but Chan understood.
"Hyung's gonna fill our good boy so well." Changbin purred into your ear, never removing his hand from your dick. His lips attached to yours feverishly as Chan's cock twitched inside of you filling you with his warm seed. You begin punching Chan's thighs and scratching Chagbins ribcage, a low groan ripping from Chan's chest as he rode out his high. Pushing you to yet another dry orgasm. you lost count of how many you had, Changbin still tongue fucking your mouth, swallowing your screams and moans, him moaning along with you as your nails dug into his flesh.
Chan pulled out of you with a hiss, his cock sensitive to the cool air, your pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing while the mixture of your cum and his poured out of your pussy, dripping down the front of the couch, every muscle in your body spasming after everything. Changbin pulled away from your lips, making you whine from the lack of their body heat against you, but it didn't last long as they both got comfortable on either side of you, sandwiching your trembling body between them.
"You did so so fucking good for us. Such a good boy." Chan cooed and began peppering your body and face with soft kisses. "You're so handsome in every way pup. Absolutely perfect. Never let anyone change your mind about that." Changbin cooed and started to massage your trembling sighs and nuzzle into your hair, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're our pretty boy. Ours. Never forget that." Chan said, nuzzling into your neck.
Your body finally gave out from exhaustion, falling asleep between the two boys who lied with you for a bit then got dressed, cleaned you up, then got you dressed. Looking at the clock they saw it was about 5am. They texted the GC and said they were heading back, you had fallen asleep in the studio and they were gonna let you sleep at the door in their room. They didn't need to know any other details about tonight and why you were so exhausted or why they literally made no progress on the track.
That was for you three to know, and the others to never find out. But you looked way too fucked out when they arrived to the dorms. Still knocked out cold in their arms, covered in their marks, Chan and Changbin covered in bloody scratches.
"Y'all are fucking nasty. When we said don't bore him to death we didn't mean to fuck him to death." Jisung said, taking his bowl of cereal to his room as the three of you climbed into Chan's king sized bed, falling asleep all together.
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