Sorry I left it on a cliffhanger again but I'll have the next part this weekend if anyone wants it!
Also, I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this, but I literally had almost 20 requests in my ask box for it. HOPEFULLY it doesn't suckđ
AND I STG BAD IDEA, RIGHT?(Part 4) IS STILL COMING! I'm struggling to get the end just right lmao.
Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4
This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Summary: You're still sneaking around with your stepbrother, and it's looking like you have the chance to actually be together with your mom and his dad splitting up.
Contains: p in v, fingering-ish, thigh riding, stepcest but like...your mom and Ethan's dad aren't really together anymore so is it really that badđ(I know I'm probably missing something but if I read this again, I'll delete the whole fucking thing lmao)
A/N: There's a lot of dialog in this fic, even the smut. If that's not your thing, don't read it:)
After a couple weeks of you sneaking around with Ethan, you started to get a little reckless. You knew how close you were to leaving for college, and you knew the odds of your mom sending you away at the last minute werenât very high. It got to the point where he was sneaking through your bedroom window every night because you didnât want to sleep without him. Then, heâd have an alarm set to wake up before Wayne and your mom would get up for work and go back to his room.
The situation between your mom and his dad seemed to be civil, even though Wayne had to sleep on the couch while he tried to find a house. He even contemplated getting an apartment for him and Ethan while they figured it out, but your mom was adamant that it wasnât a big deal. As irritated as she was over the situation, she didnât feel right for Ethan to bounce from place to place right before he was leaving for college anyway.
You were sure that your mom had no idea that you were still spending time with Ethan, but she started to notice little things. The flirty glances, the sneaky subtle touches. But what really let her know that youâd found a way to spend alone time with Ethan was when you were helping her make dinner, like you always did, and you put your hair up to get it out of the way. She saw the huge purple mark on the nape of your neck, and she realized that you had no idea it was even there once Ethan walked into the kitchen to see what was for dinner, and his eyes grew wide the second he saw it. He motioned for you to put your hair back down, your cheeks turning bright red. You thought she didnât notice because she didnât say anything, but she was planning to later that night after dinner.
Just like clockwork, you and Ethan excused yourself to go to bed right after dinner was over. He was crawling through your bedroom window as you walked over to cut the lights off, your room only lit by the moonlight that was pouring through the window before Ethan closed it and drew the curtains shut.
As you crawled in bed with him, he couldnât keep his hands off you. Your back was pressed to his chest as your legs were spread for him, his fingers rubbing over your panties as he placed open mouth kisses along the side of your neck.
âYouâre so hard,â you said, as your ass was pressed against his cock that was straining in his boxers.
âYou always do this to me,â he mumbled against your neck. âI want to fuck you so bad right now.â
âYou can,â you whispered, as he slid your panties to the side.
âYou think you can be quiet?â he asked, a gasp slipping past your lips as he slid one of his fingers inside you.
Before you could say anything else, you heard a light knock on your door before it eased open. Ethan pulled his hand away from you as you closed your legs. You both froze in fear as you saw the silhouette of your mom as she made her way inside your room.
âAre you still awake?â she whispered, as she tried to navigate through the darkness of your room.
âYeah, I was almost asleep. Just donât cut the light on,â you said, your anxiety creeping up as she sat down on the foot of your bed.
âWe need to talk about you and Ethan,â she said softly, âI know youâve still been sneaking around.â
Ethan was trying to be as still as possible as he laid beside you. He was so thankful for your blackout curtains, and how you really couldnât see anything in the room.
âI know youâre probably going to try to deny it, and I donât want you to lie to me right now. Please be honest with me,â she said, as you took a deep breath.
âWhen am I going to dads?â you asked, confirming her suspicions without actually admitting to it.
âDo you love Ethan?â she asked, as you tensed up. You hadnât said those three words yet, and you knew she was just trying to have girl talk with you to know where your feelings were, but you didnât want to tell her when he was right behind you. âI think he loves you. He looks at you like itâs way more than just some fling.â
âItâs not just some fling,â you said, as you felt Ethan's hand rubbing against the back of your thigh. âI guess I do have really strong feelings for him.â
âI know I was upset when I first found out about the two of you, but I really like him. Iâve seen a different side of him since the weekend that Wayne and I went on our little trip,â she said, as she started to laugh to herself. âYou know he used to annoy the shit out of me.â
âHeâs actually really sweet,â you said, as his hand just kept moving.
âIâm not going to send you to your dadsâŚand I think Iâll ask Wayne and Ethan to take the cameras down. They donât really seem to be serving a purpose,â she said, âBut, donât think that Iâm okay with the two of you going crazy. I donât want to walk in here one morning and see him in your bed or something.â
âIâm not that stupid,â you mumbled, âBut Iâm really tired. Can we talk more about this tomorrow?â
âOf course, honey. Get some sleep,â she said, as she stood up to make her way towards the door. âIf you want, we can go get stuff for your dorm tomorrow. Ethan can come, too.â
âCool, Iâll ask him about it in the morning,â you said, as she opened the door and walked out, quietly closing it behind her.
You and Ethan laid in silence for a few minutes to give your mom plenty of time to go to bed, but he still snaked his arm around you to hold you close.
âDid she just give you permission for us to be together?â he whispered in your ear.
âI think so,â you said, smiling at the thought of it. âIâm sorry if she made things awkward.â
âI think the only awkward part was me being in the bed with you and she had no idea,â he said as he softly laughed against your neck. âAre you talking about the feelings stuff?â
âYeahâŚI know we havenât really discussed that yet. I didnât know what to say.â
âDo you have really strong feelings for me like you said?â he said, as his hand ran up your thigh.
âI do,â you said softly.
âGood, because your mom was rightâŚabout me loving you.â
âYou love me?â you asked, as he nodded his head against you.
âI have since we were left alone for the whole weekend.â
You adjusted on the bed so you were facing him, your legs tangling with his as he held you close.
âWhy didnât you say something sooner?â you questioned, as he sighed.
âItâs a complicated situation. I didnât want to say it until I knew we actually had a chance to be together.â
âI love you, too, babe,â you said, as you leaned up to kiss him. You started to laugh against his lips once you felt how hard he still was, his cock brushing against you. âYouâre still hard.â
âI told you; the idea of getting caught is my kink,â he mumbled against your lips. âYou still want me to fuck you?â
âMhm.â
He connected his lips to yours again, his hand running over the curve of your ass as he rubbed his cock against you. You were getting more wet by the second, the anticipation building as his tongue moved across your bottom lip. He moved his leg so his thigh was pressed against your pussy, as you started to grind against him, gasping at the friction on your clit.
Your breathing got heavier as you kept moving your hips, and once his hand on you ass was helping you move faster, you were trying so hard to be quiet. He started to groan once he felt how wet you were, your panties completely soaked as you rubbed against him.
âYou think you could cum like this?â Ethan said, his tone teasing as his hand went to your hip to hold you down harder against him.
âOh fuck,â you whimpered, as he softly laughed.
You reached between the two of you to palm him over his boxers, as he helped you move. He attached his lips to yours again to keep quiet himself, because his cock was throbbing so hard as your hand moved over the fabric. He wanted to fuck you so bad, but he wanted you to fall apart over his thigh in between your legs first.
You were whimpering into the kiss as you felt yourself start to get close. He pulled his lips away from yours, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he helped you move as fast as you could.
âOh my god,â you said, your voice strained as he helped bring you closer to the edge.
âTry to be quiet, baby,â he said, his voice raspy as your legs started to tremble.
âI canât,â you panted, âFuck, weâre gonna get caught.â
âNo, weâre not,â he said, as he leaned down to kiss you, hard. His mouth caught all the sounds you were trying to hard to hold in as your orgasm hit, your hand still shakily rubbing over his cock.
The grip he had on your hip loosened as you slowed down, your moans turning to soft whimpers as you started to relax against him.
âThat was so hot,â he said against your lips, as your breathing started to slow.
âNow, I need to make you cum,â you said softly, reaching into his boxers to pull his cock out.
He let out a low moan once you started stroking, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip.
âTry to be quiet, baby,â you teased, âYou want me to suck it?â
âI need to be inside you,â he said, âI want to feel your pussy.â
âOkay, let me grab a condom,â you said, untangling your legs from his before you rolled over to reach into your nightstand.
âI still think itâs funny that you donât hide them under your bed anymore,â he said, chuckling as you reached into the almost empty box.
âWhatâs the point? My mom knows Iâm not a virgin now,â you shrugged, as you felt him move closer to you, his hand pulling you towards him so your back was against his chest again.
âI canât believe she thought you were just so innocent,â he said, as his lips went to your neck again, his hand running under the big t-shirt you were wearing. He squeezed your breast, a soft moan slipping past your lips at the feeling.
âI am innocent,â you said, your words making him squeeze you harder.
âYouâre far from innocentâŚespecially when youâre in bed with me.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you said, playing dumb as you moved so your ass was firmly pressed against his cock.
âKeep that shit up and you wonât be able to be quiet,â he playfully warned, as he started to suck on your neck.
You moaned at the feeling as his hand moved to your hips, hooking your panties under his thumb as you adjusted to make it easier for him to slide them down. You passed him the condom, your anticipation building as you heard him open it. He rolled it on and grabbed your leg, spreading them open so itâd be easier for him to slide inside of you.
âDonât be loud,â he reminded you, as he started to push inside you.
âOh my god,â you whispered, feeling him stretch your walls.
âShh, you can take it.â
Once Ethan was all the way in, he stilled to give you time to adjust, but that wasnât what you wanted. You started to move your hips, giving your pussy the friction it was craving. He groaned at your actions as his hand started to roam under your shirt again.
âYou gonna help me out or not?â you asked, once youâd been moving for a little bit and he wasnât.
âI want you to beg me for it,â he said, as you kept moving.
âPlease?â you asked, as he chuckled.
âNot good enough,â he teased, âTell me how bad you want it.â
âSo fucking bad,â you said, as his hand moved to your hip. âI need you to fuck me, please baby.â
He started to move, but it was so slow. He was helping you meet his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting that spot every single time, but you needed so much more.
âEthan,â you whined, as he shushed you. âPlease.â
He didnât know how quiet you were going to be, but he couldnât hold back anymore. He started giving you hard, deep thrusts, as your hand slapped over your mouth. The grip he had on your hip was getting tighter, as your free hand started to grip at the sheets. He placed kisses along your neck as he started to whisper in your ear.
âYou take my cock so well.â
âYour pussy is perfect.â
âIâve got you.â
He knew you were getting close, the sounds muffled by your hand just getting louder as he started to go faster.
âKeep moving your hips, baby.â
You did as he said, his hand leaving your hip to rub fast circles against your clit. You were whimpering as your toes started to curl, your entire body getting hot as he brought you closer to your orgasm.
He let out a low groan when your pussy started to clench him, his fingers pressing even harder as he rubbed your clit. Your body started to arch against him as you cried out against your palm, your eyes rolling back as the intense euphoric feeling washed over you.
âGonna cum,â he panted, as his hand went back to your hip, his cock giving you a few more hard thrusts before his grip on you got shaky. âFuuuck.â
You both laid there, the only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing coming from the two of you until it started to return to normal. He slid out of you and crawled off the bed to navigate around the darkness of your room to the trash can to dispose of the condom before he laid back down and wrapped his arms around you. You soon dozed off with Ethanâs head nuzzled against your neck.
The next morning, you woke up with Ethanâs arms still wrapped around you. You reached over to your nightstand to check your phone, your eyes growing wide once you noticed that Ethan didnât set his alarm.
âBabe, wake up,â you said, your hand shaking his arm as he sleepily mumbled. âEthan, itâs almost eight.â
âFuck,â he whispered as he sat up and jumped out of bed. âWhereâs my sweatpants?â
He walked over to your curtains to let a little light in so he could see, his heart pounding in his chest one he noticed your mom working in the flower bed right outside of your window. The moving curtains caught her attention, and when she glanced up, she saw Ethan quickly trying to close them.
âYour momâs out there,â he whisper-yelled, feeling around on your floor until he finally found his sweatpants.
âDid she see you?â you questioned, jumping off the bed to put your pajama bottoms on.
âFuck, I donât know,â he said, âIâm so stupid.â
You tried to think of a plan, but once you heard the front door open, you walked over to your bedroom door and eased it open to see your mom walk in.
âOut the window, now,â you said, rushing him as he did what you said.
Once he was out of your room and you closed the window behind him, you turned around to walk back to the door to see your mom standing there.
âMaybe we do need to look into you going to your dads.â
i think i've finally come to understand why i'm so bad at communicating with friends đ at one point or another i've thought i was in love with every single person i've ever been friends with (for the most part, at least) because i don't expect other people to like me. OBVIOUSLY this is not true but platonic feelings are not dissimilar to romantic ones (baseline they're the same: you want to love and be loved by someone) but i always end up realizing that i'm not in love with them, just that they matter to me very much and i wouldn't know what do to w/o their presence in my life. BUT this brings me to facet number 2 of my awful communication skills: i hate it when things Get Real. i find myself retreating any time it seems like Something Could Change in my day-to-day life due to them being around and "forcing" the change. i run away from talking to one of my only irl friends on almost a daily basis bc i dread the idea of having to do anything she might want me to do. i think, at the end of the day, my problem might just be that i don't want to change... ANYWAYS
I keep being like. Genuinely (albeit pleasantly) surprised whenever I'm correctly gendered. Even though I've been misgendered Once in the last like 4+ years and there's a very high chance it wasn't actually a misgendering, it was me auditory processing it wrong. But I think the reason why is that like. I'm actually presenting as Myself now, not some stereotype of masculinity, and I'm Still being correctly gendered. And that's not something I ever like... considered would be possible? Like I never thought I'd be able to dress how I want to in the first place, much less Also be seen how I want to while dressing that way.
Yet here I am. Wearing my necklaces and bracelets and rings, fishnets and oversized tshirts and sweatshirts, black joggers with entirely too many zippers and chains on them, combat boots and purple floral cane, long hair and coloured eyebrows and old basketball shorts... and I'm still a man to everyone around me. There's not even a question about it, I'm just A Guy. It's nice.
got my computer backup fully done, feeling very accomplished on this fine evening. now, onto something that will go significantly less smooth - starting to save my favourite posts from this site
it's annoying when people think i'm stupid, boring, lazy, etc when I tell them I don't read. some people get so elitist about it and think they're above me and better than me because they can read 5 books in a week. "how can you not like to read! it's the best thing ever! *goes into an angry rant about why it's so good and I'm stupid for not doing it"
not everyone has the ability to enjoy reading, Karen. some of us are dyslexic and have adhd so it's nearly impossible for our brains to focus or retain any words we read and it's more effort than it's worth!!!!! some of us would read if we could do it as easily as you đ
summary you work two jobs. by day, youâre a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, youâre a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, youâre not sure what to do next.
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You were too tired to wake up to your alarm. You snoozed for an extra hour under a mountain of blankets, drifting in and out of consciousness.
When you finally feel ready to start your Sunday, itâs almost 10, and your mind slowly pieces together everything that happened last night.
Rafe has become your sugar daddy. Thereâs no doubt about it, no other word for it. At this point, youâre sure heâs given you almost ten grand.
You remain lying in bed and pick up your phone to see he texted you five minutes ago. After the $3000 transfer last night, you had quickly saved his number.
Rafe: sore?
You reply: as fuck.
Rafe: you loved it
You roll your eyes. Of course you loved it.
You think of the way he spoke to you, mumbling that youâre beautiful and praising the sounds you made. The way he thrusted into you and called your pussy so fucking perfect. The way his skin slapped against yours with his rough jolts. Remembering it makes your stomach twist with arousal.
You reply: so did you
Your phone buzzes again.
Rafe: send an ass pic
You: are you always horny?
Rafe: pretty much. woke up hard
You: and iâm the needy one⌠lmao
Rafe: are u sending it or not
You smile to yourself at how bad he wants you. You push the blankets off your body. You had fallen asleep in a cold room, your radiator refusing to come back to life no matter how hard you tried, so youâre covered head to toe under fleece pajamas.
The way Rafe reacted to your heat being broken replays in your mind. He seemed so dumbfounded by the idea that you couldnât just fix something without worrying about the cost.
Then he sent you the exact amount you need to fix it. The fact that you can ask for however much you want and heâll probably send it without hesitation still throws you for a loop. Itâs an odd feeling not having to worry about money.
Thankfully, the morning sun has warmed up your bedroom. You pull your pants and underwear down in one smooth movement, turn onto your front and angle your phone camera.
You can smell Rafe on your pillow. The aroma of his cologne is so unbelievably nice, memories already connected to it.
You lie on your back again, pulling the blanket over you, and send him the photo, a low angle image of your naked asscheeks. You gaze at your screen, anticipating what heâll say.
But he doesnât send any words. Just a picture. Your eyes travel over the bulge making a tent in his black boxer briefs. You can see the trail of soft, light hair that leads down to his cock.
Your body tightens at the image. He felt so damn good last night. You canât wait until the next time heâs inside you.
You text: wish u were here?
Rafe: iâd fuck u even harder than i did last night
You: you wouldnât make me wait hours for it? wowâŚ
Rafe: youâre so wet right now arenât you
You can imagine the way heâd say that. Heâs so smug. And so right. You dip a hand below the blanket between your legs, your soft folds drenched.
maybe, you reply.
Rafe: you took my cock so good
You bite your lip reading his words. The photo of his covered erection isnât enough. You need more.
You: show me it
Rafe: youâd like that huh
You: i can just find some porn if you wonât do it
Rafe: donât even fucking joke about getting off to some other guyâs dick
You smirk. You got to him like you hoped you would.
You: what? i canât tease you too?
Rafe: no
You: send me a pic then. u know i deserve it
Rafe: only good girls deserve it
You: idk if good girls play with their pussies on camera⌠maybe i should stop doing that
Rafe: shut up. ur doing it for me every night
Heâs so damn worked up that itâs funny. You shrug to yourself, opening another app, letting him sweat.
Your phone buzzes moments later, a notification from him dropping from the top of your screen.
Rafe: ???
You reply: you told me to shut up. iâm listening
He only texts your name.
You: rafe :)
A picture finally comes in. You take in the image of his dick, glad you finally have a chance to appreciate him in brighter lighting. The other photos that he sent over the cam chat were so dark, but now you can see the veins that run down his shaft, the swell of the tip, his large hand gripping the base.
You donât think you could ever get tired of it.
You: am i allowed to touch myself?
Even through the power struggle between you two, you love giving him the control of when you can orgasm.
Rafe: if you promise me something
You: what?
Rafe: i can watch you play with your asshole tonight
Jesus. Heâs unhinged. When he sent that message telling you that youâll be doing a lot of new things with him, he wasnât kidding.
The thought of doing this for him is stirring. None of the other guys on cam ever asked for anything like that.
You: i can do that
Rafe: get the toy i bought you. text when ur ready
You drop your phone and rush to find the vibrator, feeling like youâre throbbing now. When youâre all adjusted, you text him: ready.
Your breath hitches as the toy starts to buzz at a brutalizing intensity. You cross your legs, squeeze your chest, and groan as you think about him.
You orgasm within a minute. It feels good, but not as good as when Rafe is actually with you. With him, itâs a new level of ecstasy. Fuck. He may have ruined masturbation for you.
You pick up your phone.
You: might have to go back to sleep after thatâŚ
Your phone flashes a notification of $100 being transferred into your digital wallet.
Rafe: order breakfast for yourself
The amount he sent is ridiculous. What kind of place does he get breakfast from?
You doze off again, waking up half an hour later. After ordering food, you send Rafe a screenshot of the confirmation receipt and text: thanks baby <3
Rafe: did u call about the heat yet
You reply: i will
Rafe: do it now
You: bossy
Rafe: now
God, does he love to be in control. You follow his instructions and find the repair place you called last time and make an appointment to get your radiator replaced tomorrow afternoon.
Itâs an unreal feeling - your problem being solved in the snap of a finger. This is a little taste of wealth.
You know not to read into it. Rafeâs not doing any of this of the kindness of his heart. Spoiling you is obviously one of the many things he gets off on. But youâre happy to go along with it. Especially considering $3000 is pocket change to this man.
When breakfast is dropped off, you notice a box addressed to you sitting in front of your door. You open it to find a new webcam. Rafe mentioned heâd buy it yesterday. He moves fast.
The day feels long and at 10 pm, you finally log on with the hope that Rafe will do what he did last night and come over instead of making you crave him throughout your session, leaving you to fuck yourself while fantasizing about him.
Youâre wearing the âprincessâ top you bought with his money, matching with pink underwear.
He joins the session and lust fires through you already.
âHey,â you purr. âHowâs the new camera look?â
figure8: much better
figure8 tipped you $100.
âWhatâs that for?â you giggle.
figure8: for looking so pretty
âThanks, baby,â you say. âIs this pretty, too?â
You immediately turn onto your knees, looking back at the camera at the sight of your lace panties stretched over your ass.
figure8: goddamn
You smile.
figure8: you get me hard in a fucking second
âYeah?â you coo. âDid you like my ass pic today?â
figure8: fuck yes. you ever done anal?
You laugh at how direct he is. You never have to wonder what Rafeâs thinking.
You hadnât gone into that territory, but something about Rafe made you feel adventurous. âNo, but maybe Iâd try it with you.â
figure8: maybe?
âDepends on your mood,â you say.
figure8: the fuck does that mean
âI had to cum three times for you the other day. But yesterday, you wouldnât let me do it for fucking hours.â You shrug. âIf you make me wait that long again, youâre not getting anything.â
figure8: its honestly really fucking cute how you think you make the rules lol
âShut up.â
figure8: im not getting anything⌠sure. i didnt let u cum all day but you were still begging me to fuck you last night
âI hate you,â you laugh.
figure8: you love me and this dick
figure 8: let me see you squeeze your ass
Youâre so turned on already, resting your hands on your ass and kneading the flesh. You roam over your skin, fondling and grabbing, then move your fingers to the back of your thighs and bounce your asscheeks for him with your hands.
figure8: fuckkk just like that
âYou like these panties?â you ask. The lace leaves nothing to the imagination.
figure8: i wanna see them ripped off
âThese were expensive,â you pout.
figure8 tipped you $500.
figure8: there, you can buy more
âGod, how much do you think they cost?â you laugh.
figure8: rip them off right now
You dip your fingers beneath the frilly border of the underwear and try to pull them apart. The lace digs into your skin and you finally hear a tear, the fabric giving way.
You watch your image in the screen, the pink lace pulling apart over your asscheeks.
figure8: shake ur ass
You oblige, arching your back, imagining him sitting behind you, big hands on your waist while you writhe and bounce for him.
figure8: let me see ur asshole
The request is probably the most obscene thing heâs ever asked of you. But you like that he does this, that he pushes you into new experiences.
Youâre shaking with arousal as you watch yourself obey his orders, spreading open for him.
figure8: holy fucking shit
figure8: i know youâd loooove it up the ass
figure8: get close so i can see you suck on your finger
Youâre puzzled at the request, but you obey anyways, turning to face the screen. You shift closer to your laptop and seductively stick your forefinger into your hot mouth, sucking it with quiet moans.
Youâre reminded of how he shoved his finger in your mouth last night. Shit, last night was perfect.
figure8: is it nice and wet?
âMhm.â
figure8: wanna put that finger in your ass for me?
You bite your lip, apprehension inching up your skin. He seems to notice your nervousness.
figure8: nice and slow, baby. you can do it
You nod, turning to spread your ass for him again, then slowly push your digit into your tight hole. You breathe through the pressure, dipping each inch of your finger in with caution, finding pleasure in the new sensation.
figure8: hows it feel?
âGood,â you breathe. You sit up to grab the lube in your nightstand that you bought when you started camming and sit in front of the camera, opening the bottle.
âYou want me to try two fingers?â you ask.
figure8: fuck yes
You squeeze the slippery liquid onto your forefinger and middle finger and get onto all fours, angling your ass towards the camera.
When you slip both fingers inside, you arch your back and breathe shakily. Your eyes squeeze shut as you enter your body in a new way for him.
As hot as it is to be doing this for him, now that youâve had a taste of what itâs like having his body melt into yours, you need him. This just isnât satisfying enough anymore.
figure8: u like that?
âMhm,â you moan. âMaybe itâd be better if I try with the dildo?â
You get the reaction you were hoping for.
figure8: the first dick in that ass isnât gonna be some toy. itâll be mine, you understand?
âOkay,â you say, brows furrowed, a tone of disappointment in your voice.
figure8: you want it tonight, donât you?
âYeah, baby,â you whimper, writhing in anticipation. âI want it tonight.â
figure8 tipped you $1000.
figure8 has left the session.
You smirk to yourself. It seems like thisâll be your and Rafeâs special version of foreplay. Maybe youâll always begin with a cam show he pays you for, the same way you two started this wild affair, and then heâll race over and have his way with you.
You decide to pull off your shirt so you can greet him fully naked.
When you hear his knock at the door, your skin prickles with anticipation. Rafe comes in frenzied, slamming the door behind him, grabbing your face in his hands and pushing you back into your bedroom.
âAlready naked for me,â he rasps, standing in the middle of your bedroom, holding you, towering over you. âMy needy girl.â
âDonât make me wait any longer, then,â you whisper.
Rafe guides you onto your bed, hovering over top of you, his lips hungrily kissing and sucking on your mouth over and over.
With your back against your sheets, you roll your body beneath his, the sensation of his jeans and t-shirt rubbing on your bare skin wildly sexy.
You swear you can feel his cock jerk under his jeans and you breathe out a contented sigh.
âWhat?â he asks, pulling back with his forehead still pressed against yours.
âYour cock is twitching,â you tease, slipping your hand under his shirt to feel his hot skin. You pull his shirt off and toss it onto the floor.
Rafe lifts his body slightly and dips his hand between your legs, making you sharply inhale as he spreads your lips apart.
âAnd youâre so fucking wet,â he replies, like heâs trying to one-up you. You shudder as his fingers run up and down your slit.
He brings his hand up to suck on the tips of his fingers, hard eyes on you, and you feel like you might lose your mind over how hot the shared moment is.
âYou taste so good,â he says, voice rough. He comes back down to kiss you hard, then shifts to put his mouth on your tits.
You jerk when he grazes a nipple with his teeth, a moan spilling out of your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, feeling him pinch and grip you.
âIâm gonna fuck you until you canât walk,â Rafe says against your cleavage. âYou want that?â
âYes, yes, please.â
âMy good girl,â he praises. You hear him fumbling with his jeans, the zipper slipping down quickly, and he plunges into you with no warning, with such a rough blow that you whimper.
You feel your body swallow his thickness, stretching to adjust to his size. He curves into you so perfectly.
Rafe pulls back and rocks into you again, your body jolting with his pressure. His chest is pressed against yours and he shifts to the side to put his hand at your throat, long fingers around your neck.
He squeezes gently, still pounding into you.
âTighter,â you whisper.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he says with a breathy laugh, like he canât believe that you exist, that youâre taking him like this.
His fingers tighten on the sides of your neck as the sound of smacking flesh fills your bedroom. You grunt with every heavenly pump he gives you, his balls swinging against your ass.
âYou take it so good,â he breathes. You tilt your head back, letting his big hand grip your neck better. Youâre so grateful he didnât torment you by making you wait this time.
âGet on top,â Rafe groans into your ear, drawing out of you. âI wanna watch you ride me.â
His hands find your hips as he helps pull you over him. With your palms against his firm pecs, you sink onto him, his cock hitting a new angle.
âFuck,â you choke out. âOh, my God, Rafe.â
âYou like that, huh, baby?â he says, dimples framing his cocky smile.
You start to bounce with your legs bent and framing his torso, leaning forward so your clit rubs around the base of his cock. The feeling of him filling you and the friction against your sensitive spot makes your eyes roll back in your head.
Your heart starts to pound harder as you massage yourself with his dick, grinding at the perfect pace. You look down at him, meeting his blue eyes, as you roll your hips so you can feel him in every possible way.
You dip your head, panting and moaning as he grips your hips. Youâve never wanted to scream from pleasure so badly.
âI know, princess,â he drawls. âI know it feels good.â
The waves of pleasure are so damn nice that you moan and cover your mouth with your hand so your neighbors donât hear how loud youâre being.
Rafe roughly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand down.
âDonât do that,â he instructs.
âMy neighbors-â
âLet âem hear how much you love this dick,â he says. You feel like you could cum from his words alone.
âF-fuck,â you stammer, grinding faster and harder. âOh, fuck.â
âYou gonna cum?â he teases. A part of you is afraid heâll push himself out of you, delay your orgasm.
âPlease let me,â you whine, âplease, baby.â
âIâll let you,â Rafe says with an amused chuckle. âGod, youâre my fucking dream girl.â
The pleasure spikes in you so damn high that you feel your limbs go numb. You cry out as you dissolve into pleasure in its purest form, continuing to ride him as the orgasm hits you, tightening around him in pulses.
âThere you go,â he says soothingly, encouragingly.
You bend over on top of him, resting your cheek on his chest, hearing his heart in your ear. Rafeâs warm hand strokes up and down your back as you spasm on top of him.
As your gasps slow down, his hands find your ass. He jiggles your cheeks in his hands and you giggle breathily.
âYou gonna let me cum in that ass?â he asks you.
âYou can cum anywhere you want,â you breathe, feeling cockdrunk. Rafeâs chest rumbles with his laugh.
You sit up and slowly pull yourself off of him, his hard cock bobbing once itâs out of you.
Even though youâre sure you already made his cock wet enough, you hand him the bottle of lube before getting on all fours on your bed. You look back at him to see him slathering his cock with lube.
âIâll go slow, princess,â he promises. âIâll stretch you out first.â
You squeeze your pillow and place it so that you can sink your face into it as he fucks you. With your head dug into the soft cotton, you feel Rafeâs big hands grope your ass.
He spreads your cheeks apart and groans.
âEvery part of you is so pretty,â he huffs. âYou gonna take my cock in any hole I want, arenât you?â
âYes,â you moan, muscles still weak from your orgasm.
You feel a finger slowly enter you and you arch your back, eyes squeezing shut. Itâs so new but so fucking nice. The pressure is higher than when you did it on camera for him, his finger bigger than yours.
âThere you go,â he coaches as he pushes deeper inside of you. âShit, itâs so fucking tight. Iâm gonna cum in a second, baby, I know it.â
âFuck, Rafe,â you mumble. âIt feels amazing.â
He adds a second finger, working in and out to stretch you out some more. You push back against his fingers to encourage him to go deeper.
âI want to fuck your ass so hard right now,â he groans on the verge of a whine.
âDo it,â you say. âIâm ready. Do it.â
His fingers pull out of you and you feel him spit on you, warm saliva dribbling over your opening. Finally, you feel the tip of his cock start to push into your ass.
The pressure stings as he buries into you and you try not to slump, you try to stay firm for him.
âOh, my God,â he moans as he fills you. âFucking⌠Oh, my fuckâŚâ
His raw, untamed rambling gives you a sense of willpower to stay still and ignore your bodyâs impulse to pull away from the unfamiliar pain.
Rafe finally presses his base against your ass, filling your hole up completely.
He retreats, giving you some relief, then pounds into you again. The feeling is a good pain as he starts to thrash in and out, his fingers so tight on your hips that you know heâll bruise you.
He pulls away a hand and you suddenly feel a hard smack on your ass that makes you gasp. He keeps fucking you hard, plunging in and out with a frenzied pace.
âYou like it, princess?â he says between breaths. âYou like it up the ass? I was right, wasnât I?â
âYes,â you groan, the feeling pleasurable now that youâre getting used to it. âYes. Yes. Yes.â
âItâs not just your pussy thatâs mine, is it?â he taunts. âItâs your ass. Your mouth. Your tits. All of you. Fucking all of you.â
His claim of ownership on you is so fucking intoxicating that you almost forget all this is supposed to be is hot, casual sex.
You push away the thought, refusing to let it ruin things. This is just fun. This is all this is.
âGoddamn, and you were justâŚâ he groans as he keeps fucking you. âYou were just⌠fuck, just always around and looking so fucking hot. I never thought Iâd get to fuck you.â
You bite your lip at his words, lost in the feeling of a man wanting you this bad. Of Rafe wanting you this bad. You knew he loved to tease you, but shit, he was yearning for you this much whenever you came to clean his house?
âOh, fuckâŚâ Rafeâs deep voice gives out as you feel him pulse his hot cum into you, his body jerking against you.
He eventually slowly pulls out and you feel his hand slowly rub over the curve of your ass.
âStay like this,â he says. âI wanna watch my cum drip out of you.â Just when you think he canât get any filthier, Rafe surprises you. Every damn time.
Once heâs satisfied, you feel him plant a kiss on your ass before he shifts away to put on his underwear.
Your smile is slack as you drop onto your side, hand resting on your forehead. You feel utterly fucked out. He didnât lie. You wonât be able to walk tomorrow. You watch his chest rise and fall when he lies down next to you.
Again, Rafe surprises you that heâs staying, even if itâs just a little while. He seems like such a fuck and chuck kind of guy. Itâs what you expected. Kind of what you welcomed.
He looks at you, amused by how hard youâre gasping for breath.
âDamn, you wonât even need your heat on tonight, huh?â Rafe says. âGave you a whole fucking workout.â
âIf itâll be like this every night, Iâll cancel,â you joke lazily.
âCancel?â
âMhm,â you say tiredly, eyes closing.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat do you mean?â you whisper.
He says your name stern enough that you pop open your eyes.
âIâll cancel the appointment,â you clarify.
âThey didnât already fix it?â
âTomorrow was the soonest they could do.â His brows furrow in what looks like anger. You canât help but chuckle a little. âWhatâs the big deal?â
âSo, you spend another night cold?â
âItâs not that bad,â you say. âI have lots of blankets⌠andâŚâ You yawn. âA space heater⌠and⌠my pajamasâŚâ
You realize youâre lying on top of a thin sheet completely naked but youâre too exhausted to care that youâll wake up cold. Itâs like Rafe fucked the energy out of you.
âI have to lock the door behind you,â you remember. You sit up, rubbing your eyes so you stay alert. âI donât know if you realized but this isnât a gated community.â
âShould I⌠uh, do you want a hotel room or something?â Rafe asks.
You look at him, his head on your pillow, his hair a mess, and offer him a confused smile.
âHotel?â you repeat.
âIf itâs gonna be cold in here.â
âOh, that radiator has broken a million times,â you say. âIâve survived a lot of cold nights. I donât need a penthouse suite.â
Rafe gazes at you with an indistinguishable look.
You feel a bit awkward now. You know heâll leave eventually, but if he doesnât do it now, youâll pass out and heâll leave the door unlocked.
You stand to keep yourself awake, finding a clean pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt.
âSame time tomorrow?â you try to joke.
âI can stay andâŚâ he says. He sits up, his hair falling over his forehead, his stomach flexing. âUh, I can⌠hold you. If you want. So youâre not cold.â
You stand in the middle of your small room, looking down at Rafe, and canât help but notice how out of place he looks. His large, half-naked frame on your small double bed, his expensive clothes drawn out on your squeaky, scratched up floor, offering to cuddle you to sleep.
This is supposed to be purely sexual. Youâve been having fun and adding to your bank account, while letting him live out his fantasies to sexually and financially dominate the help. Thatâs all you are to him: a depraved cam girl who cleans his house. Right?
But now, heâs acting⌠well, nice. Like heâs not just a fuck buddy who gets turned on by giving you money and buying you things. And itâs unexpected.
summary: finnick knows exactly how to comfort you in a moment of insecurity.
pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader
warnings: established relationship, menstruation, fluff, boyfriend!finnick being a cutie patootie, angst, mild hurt/comfort, insecurity, a little overdramatic but itâs cute idc
notes: about to get my period so this is kind of self-indulgent lmao. the number of times I rewrote this is insane. i hope i didnât disappoint <3
âYou know, I think I could pull off one of those long wizard beards,â Finnick said, admiring himself in the bathroom mirror as he shaved down the slight stubble on his jaw. âThose ones that go down to your chest? I could decorate it with little seashells and twine. Itâd look hot, donât you think?â
His playful words didnât register in your mind.
Frustrated tears threatened to spill as the hairbrush in your hand tugged harshly at the roots of your hair. Nausea was bubbling in your stomach as you stared at your reflection, feeling as though not a single human being in history had ever looked as ugly as you did right now.
âSweetheart?â
Here you were standing next to a Greek god, meanwhile, your skin was all hot and blotchy, your hair was a tangled mess, and your stomach was aching something awful. Christ, you hated being on your period.
A hard lump was lodged in your throat; you tried to swallow it, but there was no use. Warm tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks. Unable to bear the sight of yourself any longer, you turned away from the mirror. As you reached for the bathroom door handle, a sharp unexpected cramp pierced at your insides, causing your legs to buckle and collapse to the cold tiled floor.
That was the last straw. You just couldnât hold it in anymore. A disharmony of cries burst from your lips, reverberating around the small room as your shuddering body folded over itself. Curse the Fates for having you been born a girl.
Finnick, now switched to panic mode, quickly dropped to his knees before you, eyes wide and alert.
âHey, hey!â he said soothingly as his hand moved to rub your back in support, though he wasnât even sure what he was supporting.
A thousand-and-one distressing thoughts flew through his mind. Had someone died? Were you injured? Were you dying? Obviously, these ideas were a little irrational considering you were just standing next to him a second ago. But seeing the love of his life in pain and not knowing why made him fear the absolute worst.
âBaby, what happened? Whatâs wrong?â
All you could do was sob in response. You felt pathetic. Stupid, ugly, and pathetic. âHow can youââ Another sob left your lipsâ âstand to look at me?!â
You could feel his hand stop moving which, illogically, made you even more upset.
âWhat?â he asked quietly. âWhat do you mean âstand to look at youâ? Please, sweetheart. Talk to me.â
Finally, you forced yourself to sit up, revealing the tears that streaked your distraught expression. Finnickâs brows scrunched together, almost like he was in pain watching you in such a state of disarray. He tried to think of anything he mightâve done to make you feel this way because, of course, the first thing Finnick Odair would do was blame himself. But nothing came to mind.
Your heavy heart sankâhe looked so worried. A part of your brain knew you were overreacting. Justa little bit. It made you feel even more terrible, knowing he was panicked simply because you didnât like how you looked. NeverthelessâŚ.
âI look so ugly!â you cried. âMy hair is all knotted, my face is all red and gross, my stomach is cramping, andâandâŚÂ Iâm just a mess!â You buried your face in your hands. âWhy are you even with me?â
Shock was an understatement compared to what Finnick felt when those words left your mouth. Never in a million years would he believe someone like youâsomeone who looked like youâcould ever possibly be insecure about their appearance, and now, of all times.
He gently reached out and removed the hands that shielded your face. You attempted to turn away to conceal yourself in shame, in fear that if he got too close, he would discover your flaws and see you the way you saw yourself. But he caught your chin with a single finger and compelled you to meet his gaze.
Yes, your skin was a little red and your eyes were a little bloodshot, but that didnât mean you looked ugly. In fact, your rosy cheeks glowed with such radiance that the teardrops falling from your crystalline eyes looked like shimmering diamonds. Your lips, which were slightly quivering, were reddened and plumpâan alluring contrast to the hue of your skin.
Not that he would say it given the insensitivity and selfishness of admitting such a thought, but he believed you cried quite beautifully.
âBecause I donât think youâre a mess,â Finnick said softly, ironically tucking multiple disordered strands of hair behind your ear. âYouâre human, and you donât need to look or feel perfect all the time. Thatâs why youâve got meâIâll always think the most of you. And when youâre feeling this way, Iâll always remind you so too.â
You tried to allow his compassionate words to seep into your brain, tried to turn his beliefs into your own. However, the storm of emotions inside your mind was refusing to dissipate. The insecurities just wouldnât subside and Finnick could see it in your glossy eyes.
âListen to me,â he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that fell across your skin. âWaking up and seeing your gorgeous face next to mine? Thatâs what gives me the strength to get up every morning. Those imperfections youâre so adamant about? They only make me love you so much more.
I love every part of you. Every so-called flaw, every tangled strand of hair on that pretty little head of yours.â He grinned as he consolingly ran his fingers through your hair which, in his opinion, was perfectly soft and smooth. âYouâre my girl and nothing will ever make me want it any other way.â
Hearing his declaration had your heart aching in your chest. Your hand curled around his arm, needing some physical anchor to the reassuring words he spoke. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice, a sure-fire sign that he was telling the truth.
You realised you never had to worry about Finnick finding you unattractive. Though you were a little worried he was partially blind which, unfortunately, represented your own seemingly unshakeable insecurities.
âI wish I could see myself the way you do,â you whispered, voice hoarse from crying.
âI know,â he sighed. âI know, but just give it time. One day youâll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking. I mean, you? Ugly? Sweetheart, we might need to get you some glasses.â
You sniffled, lips stretching into a wobbly smile. âYouâre an idiot.â
He lifted your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. âOnly for you,â he quipped in response, wearing a light-hearted smirk on his lips. âCome here.â
He opened his arms, beckoning you to seek solace in his embrace. You scooted closer, sinking into his broad chest as his arms enveloped you. Your legs were folded awkwardly beneath your body and Finnickâs back ached from the lack of support behind him, but neither of you seemed to mind.
What is love without a little suffering?
His hand stroked the length of your hair, curling random strands between his fingers in admiration. Your fingertips danced across his tanned skin, amorously tracing the words âI love youâ over and over. You werenât sure if he even noticed; it didnât really matter. The sentiment remained true.
You listened to his heart beating centimetres from your ear. Thump. Thump. Thump. And you were grateful it beat for you. You were so, so grateful for Finnick. For his strong arms that soothed you in their embrace. For his lips that released a swarm of butterflies in your stomach with just a quirk of their corners. For his voice that could lift you from the deepest, darkest pit at any given moment.
So, when you whispered, âThank you,â it was much more than a show of appreciation for his words of reassurance. It was gratitude for his existence. His entire being. For his love which echoed your own.
âAlways,â he whispered in return.
Time began to pass but you remained in the same positionâholding each other closely, dearly. And then as more minutes passed, rationality began to set in. You were thinking about apologising for your dramatics, but Finnick had other ideas.
âWait, did you say your stomachâs cramping?â he asked suddenly. You simply nodded. âAre you on your period?â
Your head turned to bury your face against his chest in embarrassment. âYes,â your voice muffled into his shirt.
Finnick grinned to himself. He didnât want to play the stereotype card but knowing that detail helped him understand your actions a little better now.
âWell,â he began, gently coaxing you away from his chest so he could look into your eyes. âHow about you come sit with me in the kitchen, hm?â He caressed the line of your cheekbone as he spoke. âIâll cook you some pancakes and then we can both melt into the couch all day. Does that sound good?â
You pretended to think about it for a moment, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. âChocolate chip pancakes?â
He made some noise between a chuckle and a scoff. âOf course. Anything else would be a culinary tragedy.â
âOh, Finnick Odair,â you proclaimed theatrically, winding your arms around his neck as you pulled yourself further against him. âHow I love you so.â
In response, his face lit up with a stupidly lovesick grin. This man will be the absolute death of me, you silently swore. You couldnât help but lean in and press a soft endearing kiss to each dimple that hollowed his cheeks; doing so only made his smile stretch impossibly wider.
The touch of his deft fingertips settled on the sides of your cheeks, holding your face in his hands like it was his most prized possessionâtechnically, you were. His smile never disappeared as he leaned forward, kissing you with such ardent affection that you were afraid your heart might give out from the consuming potency of his adoration.
It tasted like salt, your tears having now dried on your lips. More importantly, it tasted like love. Warm, sweet, syrupy love.
You pulled away, murmuring against his lips, âYou would look hot with a wizard beard, by the way."
He chuckled lightly, sustaining the five-second break before returning to your lips to whisper the words, âI knew it.â
synopsis ďšyour arrogant n self centred professor helps you get your grade up !
pairings ďšdr. ratio x f!reader
cw ďšnsfw MDNI. professor x college student ămild age gap (dr ratioâs abt 28 while reader is 19-20) ădegradation ădesk s3x ăheâs a lil mean here :( ăuse of nicknames ăpussy slapping (there ws like . . two!) ăt!tplay ădirty talk ăreader implied 2 be smaller ăslight spanking ăunprotected s3x
note ďšbeen too long since i wrote anything n i thought abt this . . iâve BEEN thinkinâ abt it for awhile n i jus get so . . i get so giggly thinkinâ abt it LMAO i hope this is fine ! letâs hope i proofread in time ! reblogs r highly appreciated, feel free 2 send me an ask ! â millie âĄ
âutterly ridiculous.â dr ratio replied mockingly, an eyebrow raised as his taller form towered over yours, his gaze on you was firm and serious, like he was trying to scare you away. âdo you see what iâm seeing?â he raised up one of your marked worksheets you handed in the other day, in pure honesty . . it wasnât even your fault! you wanted to curse at him for not even bothering to give you and your fellow students more time to study, it was his fault in the first place for making you all stress! thatâs what you wanted to say, but he wouldâve had your head for that.
â . . . yes prof.â you muttered with a small nod.
âtell me what you see then.â
you glanced up at him, your eyes slowly trailing from him to the paper he held . . failed?! again?? gosh . . you knew this would happen either way, you wanted to scream, clench your fists and beg for another retake but knowing the type of professor dr ratio was, you knew you werenât getting any of that, no . . not anytime soon.
â . . i didnât do that good.â
ââdidnât do that good is an understatement, you did terrible. your idiocy is all i see written on this fail-worthy of a sheet, your work habits in class are worse than those other idiots i teach.â the professor sighed and steepled his fingers, leaning forward. âwhy are you falling off in my classes? are you afraid of asking me for help, is that it?â his eyes narrowed with a condensing glare, the tension in the room grew heavier.
yeah well . . if i ask you for help, youâd insult me and get annoyed anyways, was what you wanted to say. i mean, you werenât wrong . . you were certain dr ratio had some sort of short temper or something, no matter what he says or what you do, he is the last person youâd ask for help. âsomeone with major idiocy like you should be grateful iâm taking time out of my day to speak to you about your dismissive performance, you know how much people would kill to have my attention right now?" dr ratioâs voice took on a harsher tone as he watched you react to his words. âeven your classmates are so much more adept, why are you even in my class?"
your body jolted at his words, no matter how tough you tried to act you were secretly trying your absolute best to hold back the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, it was hard to take in his words . . itâs hard enough to not be his top student!
dr ratioâs eyes widened slightly seeing how your body jolted at his words, he took a quick breath and thought about how he would address the situation with you with a more gentler approach. "please, humor me." he took a deep breath, trying to be patient and understanding with you. he was already noticing a slight difference in your behaviour. "iâve spent nearly a decade teaching in this institute," he continued in a slow yet low tone, âi promise you, i know what I'm talking about. how about i help you right here right now and letâs see where to go from there, got it? tell me what you donât understand and what you do understand.â
â . . alright.â
â ⥠â
. . it seems you both had a different idea of âhelpingâ. you hated yourself for enjoying it, he was your professor for heavenâs sake! now you were on your knees, your mouth wrapped around his wet cock as soft grunts left his lips. you couldnât lie . . he looked absolutely stunning from this angle, the way he threw his head back when you swirled your tongue around the slit of his dick. dr ratio groaned, his voice deep and husky as he leaned closer to see how well you were sucking him off. " . . . u-ugh . . fuck, this mouth of yours needs to be punished . . considering how many times you talked back to me in under an hour.â
before you could pull away from his cock on your own, dr ratioâs free hand slipped downwards, grasping firmly at your head, tugging it upwards. you were roughly pulled away with a gasp, you were almost out of breath as your professor pulled you closer against his chest. âa slut like you needs to learn how to be fucked properly. maybe thatâs how i can help you, fuck the information in you.â
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck before trailing upward, his tongue tracing along your jawline and then claiming your lips forcefully. his hands moved downwards, his cock throbbing even harder in his pants. he stepped closer, reaching out to fondle one of your breasts, squeezing it softly before running his thumb over your hardened nipple . . massaging them firmly as your tongues tangled together, your moans muffled by his mouth. dr ratioâs eyes widened in awe as he pulled away from your lips, a line of saliva connected your lips and his as he admired the sight of your breasts, now fully exposed for him to feast his eyes upon. he bit his bottom lip, unable to tear his gaze away from them as they were truly a sight to behold, heavy and perky, nipples erect and begging for attention. âtell me, [name],â he licked his lips, reaching down to flick his tongue against one of your nipples.
"why can't you be as skillful as the others? do you not have the intellectual capacity?" he smirked against your nipples, watching you intently as he waited for your response. âyouâre nothing but an idiot, are you not? canât even pass any of my damn classes.â he stepped closer to you, placing one hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you towards his desk. "undress yourself slowly," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
â . . prof, we canât do this . . iâm your student, youâre my professor, youâre seriously overdoing thisââ
âdo you want to fail my class completely or not, princess?â dr ratio muttered, raising a brow. âdo you even understand the situation in front of you? youâre a failing student and should be begging me for help.â he grabbed you by your thighs, roughly slamming you on top of his desk. âyou know what you should be doing? you should be on your fucking knees, groveling for me to give you a second of my attention. instead, you're refusing to let me help get your grade up. besides . .â he leaned in closer against your ear, bringing his voice down to a whisper . . âi know that a dirty slut like you is enjoying this as much as i am.â he raised his hand, slapping your cunt that was clothed by your pink panties as hard as he could. âshow me this pussy or itâs an automatic zero.â
your eyes flashed with shock and a hint of pleasure, dr ratioâs voice seething with contempt as it sent shivers down your spine . . it was obvious he wasn't going to let this go easily. you gave in . . wrapping your arms around his neck, â . . prof . .â your face flushed red, nuzzling against his neck. âcanât . . âs embarrassingââ
âveritas.â
â . . pardon?â
âcall me veritas, moan it while i fuck you.â
your professorâs heart skipped a beat at his own boldness, his hand slipped down towards your lower region, grasping firmly at the hem of your skirt and tugging it upwards, revealing your lacy black underwear underneath. with one swift motion, he ripped them apart, exposing your wet glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. "sit on the edge of the desk," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "spread your legs wide and let me see that pretty cunt.â
you bit your lip, gazing up at him with those sweet eyes of yours as you were hesitant to even do anything under those hungry eyes of his own, â . . do i have to? thatâs . . thatâs too embarrassing.â
âdo you want to completely fail my class or not?â
wincing at his words, you slowly obeyed his demands . . spreading your legs with a sense of embarrassment and shame as he humiliated you completely, it was like . . he wasnât even aware he was humiliating you! spreading your legs in front of your own damn professor? you didnât even know what was going on in your mind at this rate! but yet . . your pussy pulsed around nothing, you craved for this and you hated that the most. the dark haired male reached down, unfastening his own pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing his massive cock, veined and thick, dripping with precum . . it stood tall and proud, ready to claim whatever it desired, you werenât even sure if it could fit.
"turn around," he ordered, keeping his tone low and seductive. "show me your ass." you obeyed, slowly hopping off the desk as you bent over . . your ass in his full view. your body flinched, eyes wide as he gave your cheeks one mean yet harsh slap. âtry and guess how many times you nearly failed my class.â his hardened member brushed against your entrance teasingly, he couldn't resist anymore. with one swift motion, he positioned himself between your spread legs, aligning his cockhead with your tight hole from behind. âgo.â
he pushed slowly, his head sliding past your tight ring of muscles, eliciting a soft moan from you as your eyes rolled back . . your pussy spasming around his thick cock almost instantly . . it was like it belonged there. âpâprof . .â
âah ah.â he shoved his fingers inside your mouth, pressing the pad of his fingertips against your tongue. âwhatâs my name, slut? tell me. what did i say.â dr ratio pushed forward, stretching your hole even wider than before . . filling you up inch by agonizing inch. you couldnât lie, each thrust of his felt like heaven, as if you and him were finally becoming one.
âvâveritas . .â
âgood fuckinâ girl.â once fully buried to the hilt, he paused, taking a moment to savour this forbidden moment. his hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you steady as he began to move rhythmically in and out of your wet cunt, hitting your g-spot with a sense of urgency and desperation each powerful thrust. âguess how many times you almost failed my class, come on . . speak up, or are you giving up already?â
ângh . . three?â
âwrong.â SLAP!
he ran his hand down the fat of your ass, slapping it loudly as you could feel the sound reverberating through the entire room . . your tongue lolling out your lips as another slap came down, even harder than the first. âkeep guessing.â
âah!â u-uhm . . five?â you moaned at the mere feeling of him picking up the pace, his hips rocking in sync with his thrusts. his cock throbbed harder inside your tight channel, stretching and massaging your insides in a way that drove you both wild with pleasure, itâs like . . he was trying to fuck you dumb, fuck you till you couldnât think. âwrong again.â his voice ran through your ears, moans and gasps filled the room yet muffled by each loud thrust. sweat trickled down your professorâs back as he increased his rhythm, pounding into your hole faster and harder, building towards climax until the tip of his cock slammed against your deepest areas.
his hands roamed freely over your body, cupping your breasts roughly, pinching and tweaking at your nipples until they stood erect and hardened once more. dr ratio bit down on the flesh of your neck, leaving a mark that would serve as a reminder of this moment later on. "see how good iâm fucking this pussy?â he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. âcome on, keep going . . stay focused.â he was lost in the feeling of your cunt, pounding into you like it was his last as his thrusts become even stronger as he reached his peak again. dr ratio groaned loudly, his cock throbbing violently inside you as a huge glob of cum shot out, yet his thrusts never yielding.
âmmh . . ah! veritas . . please!â his hands roamed over your body, trailing along your arms and shoulders, stopping at your pretty breasts once more. "fuck, this is the best pussy iâve ever fucked.â he panted, pulling on one nipple, then the other in turn. "so fucking perfect." your moans and gasps became louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. your bodies moved together in sync, hips rocking in harmony with his thrusts.
SLAP! âcome on, baby.â
âsâsix . . seven?! fuck . . ah!â piles and piles of paper fell off his desk when you were pushed forward, back arched with your eyes rolled back. âveritas . . i think this is enough . . someoneâs gonna hearââ
veritas chuckled mockingly, his eyes glowing with malice as he grabbed hold of your chin firmly, tilting her head back in submission. his lips crashed forcefully against your own, tongue thrusting into your mouth roughly, claiming ownership over your body. "oh, i think you and i both know this is far from enough," he growled between kisses, his hands roaming freely over your lithe figure. "you know damn fucking well . . you donât want me to fail you, right? so, accept it. your bodyâs damn made for this, princess . . see how well your body is responding to my cock? câmon. look at me directly and tell me straight up you donât enjoy this.â
drawing out soft whimpers from your throat, your professor continued his dirty work on your sensitive spots until you squirmed helplessly beneath him, unable to resist any longer . . your voice stuck between your throat as you couldnât even find the right words to retort, accepting the way he took you against the desk, his rough thrusts forcing you to push your body against the cold surface as a puddle of cum formed on the floor from your professorâs previous orgasm, so fucking messy . .
âmy point taken.â he savoured the feeling of being deep inside your warm, wet hole . . he knew he was gonna have dreams of this pretty cunt of yours, each time he pulled back, a low growl escaped his throat as your bodies slapped together, creating sounds of lustful pleasure. veritasâ hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady while his cock continued its relentless exploration of your gummy walls. in sync with each thrust his hips rocked against yours as well, grinding his pelvis and your ass together, the sensation was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced before . . raw, primal, and addictive. you couldn't think but respond to him with your body, your moans becoming more pronounced and needy.
âlisten to me,â dr ratio gave your ass another mild smack. âyouâre gonna take this dick while you tell me exactly what youâre having trouble with in class, understand? âgonna fuck everything through your head just like i said . . afterall . .â
iâm going feral for shy!reader x mafia!underboss simon like i need him flirting with her at johns club and her blushing hard at him lighting touching her cheek but also she doesnât really know how to flirt and is getting all flustered but he enjoys watching her get flustered while thereâs a crowd of people around them
oh i've had an idea about this brewing in my mind for a bit and i'm so glad that i can use you a catalyst to make it everyone else's problem <3 think of this as a part 2 to this drabble here
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warnings: fem!reader, fluff and flirting, some tension, mentions of alcohol/club settings, reader is too shy for her own good lmao, short-ish drabble/oneshot
The very appearance of the building in front of you spoke volumes, warning you to turn around and run away while you still could. Dark, thumping music sounded more like an alarm than it did something to dance to, and the stench of alcohol was strong even from outside. To make things worse, you were very much out of your depth not only in location, but in the clothes you wore. Some short, scantily dress your friend insisted you borrow from her because a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt simply wouldn't do in a place as high profile as her husband's club. You tried to feel confident, or at least appear so. Tried to straighten your back and relax your face as if you were above everything in that building, but you were never very good at pretending.
However, nothing was worse than the fact Simon fucking Riley stood outside the door to greet the two of you. At first, you almost didn't recognize him with the face mask on and the long sleeves covering his tattoos, but you'd recognize those eyes of his anywhere. So dark in the dim lighting that attempted to illuminate the area outside of the club, you knew you would get lost in them if you stared at them too long.
"Evening, ladies," he greeted. His voice was all too familiar, and you tried not to think about how you still felt his breath on your ear when he taught you how to shoot pool.
"Riley," your friend whined, "don't tell me John sent you."
He crossed his arms over his chest, and you found yourself having to look away from how his biceps bulged with the movement. "Boss's orders."
"So much for girls night," she muttered.
"Don't worry 'bout it," he assured while his eyes flickered to you. "You won't even know I'm here."
And he was right. Mostly, anyway. Once he led the two of you into the building, up past the lower level and up into the elevated and sparsely dense VIP section of the bar, Simon had pretty much blended in with the shadows. You and your friend were unbothered while you enjoyed your free drinks (thanks to either John or Simon, you didn't know for sure) all while you tried to ignore the fact you were in your a place that utterly terrified you.
Of course, all good things had to come to an end. Eventually John emerged from somewhere in the mass of bodies that surrounded you, and your friend, who was more than a little tipsy by that point, hung off of his arm within an instant. And it was kind of cute, watching the way John rested his hands on her hips while she tried to make him dance with her. Yet, at the same time, you got secondhand embarrassment from it, so you averted your gaze as you looked down at the dance floor on the lower level. There were so many people packed together, jumping and dancing to the music, that it looked like a pulsing mass of flesh. The sight of it mixed with the alcohol in your stomach and you started to feel queasy.
"Wanna get some fresh air?"
You hadn't even realized Simon had walked up to you until he was right next to you, arms resting on the railing that separated you from becoming a messy stain on the lower level.
"Huh?" you asked, not because you hadn't heard him, but because you were somewhat perplexed by his offer.
Though his mouth was covered by that black medical mask, you could still see his smirk crinkle the corner of his eyes. Before he explained any further, his hand gently reached up where he grazed his thumb along the flesh of your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you found yourself utterly frozen by the gesture. You tried not to think about how warm his hand was on your skin, or how your stomach fluttered at his touch just like it had the last time his skin had grazed yours. As you tried to hold back a shiver, you silently prayed no one was looking at the two of you.
"Thought we could give the lovebirds over here some alone time," he finally continued as he pulled his hand away from your face. He flicked his middle finger along the flesh of his thumb, as if he had taken something on your face and was getting rid of it, but since he didn't even bother to look at his hand before doing so, you couldn't help but wonder if there had even been something on your face to begin with.
God, it was fucking hot in that building, and the cool night air was a welcomed feeling on your exposed skin. Towards the back of the VIP section was the entrance to the terrace, where plenty of people still mingled about, but it was significantly more quiet than inside. Simon led you underneath the hanging lights over to a dark corner where the railing looked too sketchy to be safe or up to code.
"You smoke?" Simon asked as he dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans.
You watched him carefully as he took out a pack of smokes and started beating the bottom of the carton against the palm of his hand. His fingers wrapped around the object with ease, and you swallowed hard as you shook your head.
"Good," he hummed as he removed his mask and lazily shoved it into his pocket, "don't start."
You didn't mean to stare, and you really hoped he didn't notice, but it was impossible for you to tear your eyes away from him. How could anyone expect you to when the cigarette sat so perfectly between his lips while he lit it? It only got worse when he held it limply between his fingers and exhaled the smoke out into the night air.
"You look good," he commented as he nodded his head at you.
"Oh, uhm," you muttered in surprise. You stared down at yourself and the obnoxiously sequined dress your friend insisted you wore and self consciously pulled at the skirt. "Thanks. I'm, uh, just borrowing the dress."
He hummed as he placed the cigarette between his lips again. "You'd still look good despite it."
This was strange. Something you weren't used to. Being complimented. Having someone look at you in a way that made your stomach churn, and it only got worse the longer you stood there speechless. And you tried to come up with a response, but the wider his smirk became, the harder it was for you to formulate a sentence.
And god, he wouldn't look away from you, like his eyes were stuck on you for the rest of eternity. Not even as he stepped closer to you. It felt like he was the sun, and the closer he got the warmer you felt until you were rendered breathless. He was so... close and just so... fuck. Fuck you wished he'd stop looking at you like that. Like he wanted to eat you alive, like he wanted to devour you, like-
"We should go back inside." The words left your mouth, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back. It was all too much at once, between the crowd of people, how flustered this man made you; all of it was too much.
"Right," Simon hummed. "Should make sure Mrs. Price isn't getting in too much trouble," he teased.
Yet, neither of you moved. Simon raised the cigarette to his mouth again and took a long drag of it. Instead of turning his head to the side to exhale, he leaned his head back and let the smoke drift up and out of his mouth. And you were stunned, eyes locked on him as he did so, too captivated by the skin of his throat and the curve of his Adam's apple to look away. Then his head rolled back down where his eyes found you once again and his lips pulled into that signature smirk he could never seem to wipe off when he was around you.
He gestured towards the door that led back inside of the club as he flicked the ash off of his cigarette. "After you, sweetheart."
writing this gave me the worst thoughts ever. what if shy!reader is a virgin? someone needs to sedate me at this point. hope y'all enjoyed more of our boy :3
A/N: it's my bday and i'm giving you guys a present... aren't i so nice lol i know it's been a LONG time since i posted any form of a fic, and i'm sorry about that. but hopefully this makes up for it a bit. if you squint hard enough, this could basically be a 'careful what you wish for' fic as well (but not really since the boys are just normal and not a demon or vampire). hope you enjoy and let me know what you think !
prompt: you and the boys always had your fun, but you never tried it in public. and now they want to. || fem!reader x sam and colby
trigger warning: SMUT, threesome (but no actual sex), no solby, you are sam and colby's girlfriendâŚ. lucky you lmao, fingering, oral fixation/finger sucking, bossy!bf sam and colby, also very possessive, a wee bit of degradation, mentions of baby, darling, baby girl, love, good girl, slut, and it also takes place slightly in public (but away from everyone)
word count: 2003
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"Guys, are you sure about this?" You questioned hurriedly as you rushed up the stairs.
Sam looked back at you, his voice loud over the thumping music of the party. "Yeah, câmon Y/N. Thereâs no one up here."
"Probably for good reason." You grumbled.
"Youâve never been one to follow the rules. Donât start now..." Colby smirked devilishly, his voice right by your ear as he passed you on the stairs.
Reaching the top and with each one of them holding a hand, Sam and Colby pulled you down the hallway. They stopped right outside a door tucked away from the stairs. If someone came up, they would see you. Your heart raced at the idea alone.
Colby leaned his back against the wall as you looked around the corner, glancing at the stairs nervously. He rolled his eyes, pulling you against him. "Baby, you have nothing to worry about. You're with us. When have we ever gotten caught?"
You glared up at him, annoyed. "You literally have a rap sheet that proves you don't know how to hide."
"Someone's feeling bratty tonight..." Sam joked playfully, leaning across from you and Colby.
You gazed at him over your shoulder, brows furrowed. "I'm just worried about someone finding out about us. God knows how the fans would react if they knew..."
Colby's finger lightly turned your chin so that you were looking at him. "Knew about what? That we both love to play with our girlfriend, and now we're trying it out in public?"
You stuttered, the lustful glint in Colby's eye making you blush. "Y-yes. Exactly that."
Colby pouted. "But I thought you loved when we both touched you."
"And tasted you..." Sam replied, sounding closer.
Colby leaned his face in, getting close to yours. "And fucked y-"
You cut him off, slapping his chest. "That's not the issue I have. It's the getting caught part. Or someone seeing us."
"But that's what's fun about this," Sam turned you around to face him, Colby's hands still resting low on your hips. "You're getting fucked as a party is being thrown downstairs in our honor. And if anyone tries to find us, they'll see us all up here... with you. So we gotta make sure we don't get caught."
"Especially since no one is allowed up here." You mentioned again.
"Well, we're allowed up here. No one else is." Colby informed.
Your face scrunched up, "I thought the owner said-"
"The owner can suck my dick. If I want to fuck my girlfriend in a house I'm renting out for a party, I'm gonna do it wherever I want to." Colby ranted.
"Excuse me." Sam raised an eyebrow, a light glare thrown at Colby.
"Right, my bad, Sam. Our girlfriend." Colby responded, smiling.
Sam sighed, "Much better."
"Speaking of...." Colby slid his hand under your skirt, pressing your damp panties against your swollen sex. "Our girlfriend is very wet."
You gasped, your body arching against Colby's. He exhaled as your ass grinded into his crotch. His breath was hot against your neck, raising goosebumps across your cool skin.
Sam's eyes danced up your body, studying it as Colby kneaded your clit slowly. Sam hummed when his gaze reached your face, his voice low, "What am I gonna do with you?"
"Kiss me." You shuddered, grabbing his shirt lightly and tugging him closer.
"She's so aggressive when she's needy." Colby chuckled darkly, applying pressure to his movements.
Sam nodded, leaning in and kissing you tenderly. You could barely breathe to begin with but having Sam's mouth on yours and Colby's fingers on your clit, you felt yourself get lightheaded. It was so overwhelming already, and they barely had done anything to you. God, or the devil himself, only knew what they had in store for you.
As Sam's tongue glided into your mouth, tangling with yours, Colby moved your panties out of the way and slid two fingers inside of you, pumping them at an achingly slow pace. Your breath hitched, a moan falling from your lips. Lucky for you, it was muffled by Sam's mouth.
"What did we say, baby girl? You canât be too loud. And we know how loud you can get." Sam teased.
"Even with the music playing, they would be able to hear her." Colby sneered jokingly.
"Is that what you want? To get caught? To have all of our friends know you're being fucked by us? That you're needy for us?" Sam grunted, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.
"I think that's what she wants. She loves to pretend to be such a good girl, but in reality, she's bad." Colby snickered into your ear quietly. "She's a little slut for us."
"Our slutty little girlfriend who can't stop herself from moaning when we touch her." Sam closed the space between you two, gripping your chin so that your eyes were looking into his piercing blues. "You're so pathetic and horny, aren't you?"
You shook your head, a whimper falling from your lips as Colby slid another finger in. You bit your lip hard to not make a noise, knowing it wasn't doing much to help.
"We might have to cover her mouth, since she can't listen." Colby hissed mischievously, biting your neck softly.
"I know the perfect way to do that." Sam placed the tips of his index and middle finger against your lips, "Open." Your lips fell open instantly, and he snaked them in, resting them against your tongue. "Suck."
You immediately started sucking his fingers, whining around them and bobbing your head up and down. Sam growled lowly at the sensation of you sucking off his fingers. He pushed himself closer to you, sandwiching you in between him and Colby completely. You couldn't have escaped their hold if you wanted it, and you definitely didn't want to.
"Her mouth feels amazing, Colby. You'll have to give it a try soon." Sam closed his tightly, focusing on the feeling.
"I remember how good she feels, trust me." Colby leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear, "You always need something in your mouth, don't you darling? You can't help but want to suck on something. On one of us."
Colby's fingers sped up, a groan deep within your throat rocketed out, stifled by Sam's fingers. You kept grinding your ass against Colby, who now was hard in his leather pants. He followed your movements, his hips pressing hard into you. Your hand gripped his wrist, clinging onto the hand that was fucking you. Your other hand held Sam close as your nails dug into his back.
"Are you getting close, baby girl? Do you want to come?" Sam barked.
You mewled, nodding your head desperately. Sam tsked, leaning his forehead against yours. "Not yet, baby. I think you need a bit more help."
His other hand drifted down, stopping right above your clit. He teased you for a moment, the tip of his finger brushing across it ever so gently. Your body shook and both boys laughed.
Colby feigned concern. "Aw Sam, câmon now. You gotta be nice to her. She's not gonna make it."
"I guess we traded places this time, since you're the one that's always so mean to her." Sam quipped sassily.
Colby faux gasped, "Me? Being mean?" He leaned into your ear, whispering, "I'm not mean, am I love? You like when I treat you rough. I know you do, sweetheart."
You closed your eyes tight, trying to hold yourself back from exploding. Both of their motions were all too much for you, but you didn't want it to end just yet. You needed it to keep going. You just loved being theirs.
Sam pushed his lower half into his hand that was rubbing your clit, both boys now grinding against you. Their cocks were hard, and they were touching you in all the right places; you could feel your orgasm building up to its breaking point. You needed them to say you could let go. You weren't sure how much longer you could last.
"Feel how hard you've made us, baby girl. You want us inside of you? Wanna get filled up by us?" Sam rasped.
You whined and nodded mindlessly. You couldn't even form words if you want to.
"She's squeezing my fingers so tight. God, I can't wait to taste you, Y/N. You're getting so close..." Colby panted. "Maybe we should let her come."
"Only if she deserves it. Do you, baby? Do you deserve to come? Have you been good for us?" Sam taunted, staring into your eyes.
You moaned around his fingers in agreement, shaking your head again.
Sam bit his lip, glancing at Colby for a moment. "She has been following our demands very well. She made me hard just by sucking my fingers."
"You've been such a needy, good girl for us, haven't you? You take our fingers so well. Do you wanna come? Say you want to." Colby lowered his voice, "Use your words, love."
You choked around Sam's fingers, a 'I wanna come' mumbled through his digits.
Colby harshly snapped in your ear, "Who owns this cunt, darling?"
You grunted out a 'You do', eyes pleading with Sam to say you could let go.
Sam smirked, an almost evil glint in his eye. "I think she can come now. What about you, Colby?"
Colby paused, his fingers still moving at their fast pace. Your body was hot, sweat dripping down your back. Your face was flushed, and you felt like you couldn't breathe as you waited for Colby to say the magic phrase.
He kissed right under your ear sweetly, his lips then pressed against you. "Come for us, baby."
You cried out around their fingers, your body spasming in ecstasy. Sam finger fucked your mouth, making sure your screams weren't heard over the music as he sped up his fingers on your clit. Colby kept the pace as you exploded around him, your juices running down your thighs. He cooed in your ear, speaking softly that you were a good girl, a good slut for them, and that you were so beautiful when you come.
Your pleasure slowly subsided, Sam and Colby resting against you and their motions still. They breathed with you, kissing along your neck and face as you relaxed.
You were about to say something when all three of you could hear someone walking up the stairs. Sam backed up, removing his hands from your mouth and clit. Colby spun you both around, facing the person coming up the stairs. It was a scramble to make sure you looked okay, and you weren't even sure if you did.
A tall man in an all-black suit, one of the security guards, looked down the hallway at you all. "Excuse me, you can't be up here."
"Uh, sorry about that. My girlfriend wasn't feeling too well and the line for the bathroom was kinda long so we figured she could come up here and use this one." Colby smiled, placing you in front of him to cover up his hard on.
"Are you feeling better now, miss?" The man asked, looking at you.
Sam cut you off, thankfully; since you weren't sure if you could even speak yet. He cupped his hands in front of his body, trying to cover himself up. "Yeah, she's good. We'll make sure she feels better later tonight, though. Just to be safe."
You glanced at Sam, and he gave you a little wink.
"Please follow me back downstairs to the party." The man stated.
You trudged down the hall towards the man, Sam and Colby following close behind. Once the man turned around, you could hear Sam smack Colby's arm, saying 'She's our girlfriend' to him. They bickered back and forth until you got to the bottom of the stairs.
Colby smacked your ass playfully, his voice loud enough for only you to hear, "Donât go too far, Y/N. We're not done with you yet."
Warnings: mention of food at Lee Know and Felix's, I think that's it?
Request: how do you think ot8 would react to the reader speaking in their native language? Especially if it's not korean/english?
A/n: It's embarrassing the amount of time I took to write this oneđ the worst part is that I actually spent every week tryna find the best way of putting all my ideas together. Hope you like it anyways!
Bang Chan
âWould have a pet name for you in your mother tongue
â Like idk if you speak spanish his nickname for you would be "mi amor"
âFinds it really attractive btw
âWhen you're speaking your mother tongue he sees just how much comfortable you are
âYou literally shine in his eyes
âHe'd just be staring at you with heart eyes
âAnd if you're learning Korean or English he'd be more than glad to help you overcome your difficulties with the language
âWould be your personal professor fr
âSpeaks slower around you so you can understand everything, and wouldn't mind repeating himself at all
âHe knows that the language barrier can be a bit intimidating and that it can make you afraid of opening up completely
âBut he'd be so reassuring all the time
âReally tries his best to comfort you when you need it and it doesn't matter the language, he makes is clear that he loves and will be with you all the time
Lee Know
âIf you had a hard time speaking Korean but still tried your best to communicate with him and his parents in Korean, he'd fall DEEP in love with you
âHe gives me major "I don't understand but I love you" vibes ngl
âlmao he'd learn the bad words before anything else
âIf you're speaking your mother tongue when in the phone he'd try to guess what you're saying
âGenuinely doesn't know what's going but he's invested
âAnd he repeats some words after you say it
âNot in a mocking way, he just finds it cool how the word sounds and keep repeating it to himself
âLike if you speak french he'd be like "bonjour. Bonjour? Bonjour"
âIt's endearing
âBut yeah you'll have to translate everything to him later
âHe wants to know about the tea
âCooks your hometown dishes for you!!
Changbin
â If you have a foreign accent when speaking Korean or English he finds it adorable
â And he also finds your mother tongue adorable
â It doesn't matter if you speak one of the sexiest languages in the world
â This man finds it adorable
âEventually learns your language
âHe'll take classes, buy text books and everything
âHe truly believe that learning how to communicate with you (in every language for that matter) is like a "boyfriend duty"
âSo he'll be more than happy to learn
âTries to show his affection in ways that are not spoken as well so you both could surpass the language barrier
âHe'll get you flowers, gifts, would take you to amazing places, would have the best dates with you and everything you can ever think of
âYou'd have the best memories ever with him and no word would need to be said
Hyunjin
â Would ask you to teach him some pet names and sweet phrases in your language
â And would 100% say "I love you" in your mother tongue in certain moments
â Like in more intimate moments that he wants you to truly understand how much he loves you
â Would love if you replied with saying "I love you" in Korean
âIf you have a different accent than him when speaking Korean/English he might start speaking like you
âyk when you get someone's accent just by living next to them
âThat's him
âHe finds it fancy
âAnd when the boys tease him for this he might get shy but he's also so proud? Like "yeah I got it from my s/o :D"
âWrites a letter to you once he finds confidence in speaking your language. It might have some mistakes here and there but it was so sweet, and the intention behind it was so lovely, that you couldn't help but tear up a bit when you read it for the first time
Han
âLoves your culture so much
âHe'd ask you to show songs and movies and things like that in your language
âLike if you're Indian he'd ask you to show him some Bollywood movies
âHe'd try to guess what they are saying and it's a whole game for him
âHe's there for the vibes honestly
âBut I think he'd end up learning a thing or two and later would like to learn the whole thing
âWould incorporate your mother tongue in his songwriting I'm 100% sure
âAnd!! would ask for songs recommendations so he could sing to you when you least expect it
âLearns two words in your mother tongue, probably uses them in the wrong way, thinks he is fluent.
âBut he also knows a lot of slangs in your language, it's kinda surprising ngl
âHe'd occasionally drop a random slang in your language when talking to the kids and everyone would be like ???
â"what did you say?"
Felix
â Learns your language to surprise you
â Like every time there is a break when he's practicing he'd open duolingo
â(He'd have a hella long strike, 100 days in a row or smth)
âWhen you're speaking on the phone with someone he tries to listen to it as a listening exercise
âIs smiling to himself throughout the period of the call and when you ask the reason why he just brushes it off
âCooks your hometown dishes for you pt. 2!!
âBut seriously tho
âHe knows it's hard to be far from home, especially by yourself
âSo he really tries to make you feel at home
âHe will cook your nationals dishes, will sing songs in your language, will encourage you to speak in your mother tongue around him etc
â:(
âAlso, 2 kids 1 room flashback
âHe likes to have meaningful conversations with you where he tells you how much he loves and appreciates you
âUnlike Hyunjin, he'd say everything in English because it feels more genuine for him, as it's his first language
âSo if you're replying to him in your language, he'd feel SO happy
âHe thinks this is like a proof that everything you're saying comes from a deep place somehow. It makes him fall in love once again
Seungmin
â Wants to learn your language the moment you guys get in a serious relationship
â Besides wanting to be able to talk to you in your own comfort zone
âHe'd want to be able to talk to your friends and family who speaks your mother tongue
â Like the first time he sees your parents he'd be ready to talk to them
âi'm so down bad for this man it's not even funny anymore
âanyways
âWould take you everywhere in Korea so he could show you a bit of his home (would tell stories about the places so excitedly)
âAnd would love if he had the opportunity to go to your country
âWould love it even more if you showed the place around to him and explained a bit about everything you know
âIf in the first stages of the relationship there is a language barrier, he'd plan dates that don't involve a lot of talking
âLike he'd take you to concerts and karaokes
âmusic is universal after all isn't it?
âHe always give his 100% into the relationship it's so cute
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â Finds it really attractive pt2
â He loves your accent
â And he loves your mother tongue as well
â He could spend a whole day just listening to you speak, even if he doesn't understand a single word
â And if you're learning Korean, he'd love to see your progress and to see you getting more comfortable while speaking it
â I also see two possible scenarios:
â One, he'd wake up one day really determined to learn your language and wouldn't stop until he does
â Two, he'd never stop and actually learn it, but he'd end up catching up with some things you say and show to him. So in the end he'd know the basics and some essential phrases
âI believe he'd genuinely enjoy to learn about your culture
âLike, whenever a cultural shock comes up, he'd be invested in understanding it?
âOf course sometimes there would be misunderstandings, but I truly think he would try to see the positive view rather than seeing only the cultural crash
âHe might even learn a thing or two and get your culture's habits
summary: after miguelâs fight with miles, you confront him in his office
warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument thereâs SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death
word count:Â Â 4.1k
notes: i watched the movie yesterdayâŚand miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)
The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, thatâs probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun.
You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peterâs mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles couldâve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didnât.
Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, thereâs probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesnât really matter.
Being Earth-837âs Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didnât understand. You couldnât. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.
You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your motherâs job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your motherâs job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your motherâs bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldnât go anywhere.
When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. Thatâs all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasnât going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You shouldâve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didnât know it was going to mean anything until it was too late.Â
How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward.
Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you ofâŚyour own costume? That couldnât be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didnât remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange.
The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didnât know you, and you definitely didnât know him. âLet me pull you up. Please,â he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didnât return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldnât help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.
The rest is history. Youâre grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldnât do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Maydayâs godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasnât nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little âprojectâ, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens.
Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. Thatâs why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldnât be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasnât out on missions, he was with you. You didnât really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.
That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldnât imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasnât alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off.
âThatâs how heâs always been.â Not to you he hasnât. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldnât. It didnât really matter. He just needed to hear it.
âItâs not worth it you know.â The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. âYou know how stubborn he gets over these things,â said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. âI donât care. I have to at least try,â you responded, monotonically. âI just donât understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what heâs doing is wrong.â âBecause he isnât wrong. I donât know about you, but Iâm not just gonna stand by and let some kidâs stupid decisions destroy another Earth,â Jess argued. âHeâs just trying to save his dad, I canât understand how that makes him such a bad person,â you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected.
âYou know exactly why. Donât be so naive, y/n,â she shot back. âYou canât stop me,â you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. âThen I canât help you.â She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. âYou donât know how much he cares for you.â You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. âIf you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.â You didnât give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jessâ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguelâs office.
The elevator ride up felt longer than it shouldâve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didnât listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didnât necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what heâs done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. Itâs like nothing happened.
âYou know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,â he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. âYeah, well then you mustâve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,â you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. âWhy donât you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. Itâll save both of us time,â he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. âThatâs not what Iâm here for Miguel, so donât you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.â âOh yeah, then why didnât you try to do anything to stop me?â he questioned.
âBecause Iâm not stupid Miguel. Iâm not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.â âOh, cause youâre so much better than that?â This wasnât like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. âListen, I donât know whatâs going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. Youâre getting into a fight you canât win. That kidâs strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I wonât be here to help you.â He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. âAnd what makes you think that youâre so important to my plan that itâll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?â
Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, thatâs exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, youâll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldnât let that happen. âAnd you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that youâve been working for for years? How insecure youâve become.â âYou have no idea what youâre talking about,â he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. âI hate it when you do tha-,â you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you wouldâve found this attractive.
He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. âYou have no idea what youâre talking about,â he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. âHeâs just a kid Miguel,â you said in a low, quiet voice. âAn anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.â âGod Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?â you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. âHe doesnât know how much damage heâll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All Iâm trying to do is make him understand,â he tried to explain. âBy trying to kill him.â âYou always have to exaggerate the situation,â he said palming his face. âBut thatâs essentially what youâre trying to do isnât it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!â
He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. âYeah, use all the power youâve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isnât just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didnât ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didnât. I get it, Iâm sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!â You were screaming at him at this point. You didnât want to. You didnât want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.
âYou canât be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davisâ death. You said we saved Earthâs before, Iâm sure we could do it again.â Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didnât respond. âThis is a personal thing isnât it?â you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. âYeah, it it. You wonât let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While youâve suffered so much.â The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. âJust because you didnât get the life you wanted Miguel, doesnât mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.â
You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. âYeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!â he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. âWhy should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Donât try to turn me into the villain here when I know youâre thinking the exact same thing, y/n.â He wasnât entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. âI wonât let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,â you fired back. âOh no, youâre not getting off that easily. I know youâre thinking it. And youâre right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when youâve lost so much.â He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. âAnd you have mi vida. Youâve had so much taken from you and itâs unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when youâve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.â
He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. âIf youâre smart, and I know you are, youâll keep those three out of them. I wonât let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.â You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You mightâve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasnât worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end.Â
âYouâre still going after him arenât you?â you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. âYou canât ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.â He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. âAnd you must know why I canât stay anymore then.â His shoulders dropped. âWhatever this thing between us is. Itâs over. I canât stay beside someone who canât see what heâs doing is wrong.â Miguelâs dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. âFine,â he spat in your face. âI donât need someone like you in my way. Youâre just a liability to this anyways.â He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. âJust donât come crying back over to me when your little plan doesnât work out, cause I wonât help you.â He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself.
Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. âWhen this is all overâŚdonât try to find me.â He didnât respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didnât have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.
a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao