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can u do like a chris or matt smut based on wet dreamz by j cole?? 🙏🙏

WET DREAMZ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: virgin!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt never takes his eyes off of you in math class. passing notes is normal for you guys, until one note changes everything.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,108

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i didn’t mean for this to take so long doing the notes part took a toll on me for no reason😭

matt never liked school, especially math class. he was never good at math and flunked it almost every year.

the only thing good in math class is you, his table partner. he fell head over heels the first he laid eyes on you at the beginning of the year.

the way you always looked nice, smelled good, never had a bad day… he thrived off of it.

he would think you guys became friends, being that you’ll always talk and make jokes instead of doing your work; which you guys always got in trouble for. that’s when the notes began.

on this particular day, you were wearing a shirt that had him gawking, and a skirt that hugged your hips and revealed your thighs made him crazy.

as you smiled and laughed at something he said, he couldn’t help but daydream about you and him. the way you’ll look riding him, your tits bouncing in his face. the way you’ll look at him as you suck him off until he can’t take it.

his pants started to tighten, and his eyes grew wide. the teacher was making students come up to the board to show their work on equations, and he was begging to not to be called up.

you tilt your head at the boy whose cheeks are red, biting your lip while you watch him. you rip off a piece of notebook paper, uncap a black pen, and write something down.

he admired how the cap was between your teeth before you slid the paper to him.

he pauses, staring at the note. he glances at you, who’s tilting their head and biting their lip, patiently waiting for an answer.

he opens a blue pen.

what he wrote is a lie, but if he told you the truth he’ll feel humiliated. he hates being an eighteen-year-old virgin. he feels like a loser, despite being one of the most popular kids at this damn school.

you giggle, a sound that he can never get tired of. you write underneath his message, sliding it back to him.

fuck. he thinks.

his palms start to sweat, gripping hard on his pen so hard that his knuckles turn white. his heart pounds in his chest, the tent in his pants continuing to grow.

matt sighs, scribbling on the piece of paper as if he’s not thinking about you naked on your bed right now.

the food he had for lunch churns in his stomach, wanting saturday to never come.

he knew he’d regret writing those, acting all big and bad as if he’d done this before.

taking a deep breath, matt rings the doorbell, the sound echoing throughout your house. he waits patiently for a few seconds before the door opens.

you’re there, dressed in short shorts and a bra, grinning widely at the boy. he looks you up and down, his dick twitching at the beauty in front of him.

“hi!” you beam, grabbing his hand and leading him inside. “let’s go to my room.”

the walk up the stairs seems long, and matt’s nerves get worse the closer you guys get. he watched porn videos like he was studying for a test, trying to figure out how the hell this works. he knew it would be useless since most porns are bogus.

once you guys get to the room, you push him onto the bed. you unbuckle his pants and pull down, palming him through his boxers.

he groans, praying to not cum already when he feels his dick throbbing painfully under your touch. the way your hand feels rubbing all over him doesn’t help either.

then, you flip your bodies to where he’s on top. you don’t break eye contact as you take off your bra, the way your tits recoil once their free makes matt’s mouth agape.

he pulls off his shirt, throwing it to where your bra is. you nibble at the inside of your mouth when he starts to take off your shorts, though he was hesitant at first.

his breath hitches when he realizes you don’t have underwear on. trying to stop his hands shaking, he pulls down his final piece of clothing. you stare in shock, underestimating how big he is.

he unwraps the condom he was holding and puts it on; at least he thinks. he honestly doesn’t remember how it goes.

exhaling, he aligns himself before you flinch and grabs onto it. “wait.” you say, and he stops. you swallow when his eyes meet your face. “i’ve never done this before.”

it’s like a weight got lifted off of matt’s chest, his nerves suddenly going away.

he smiles. “it’s okay. i’ll take care of you.”

you let go of his dick, and he slowly enters into your tight hole.

matt gains some confidence since you still don’t know he’s a virgin, and starts to move his hips softly. you take a few deep breaths as the pain eases, licking your lips at the fact you’re losing your virginity to the kid you’ve been crushing on all this time.

he moves his hips faster, waiting to see if you’ll protest, but you don’t. you moan louder instead, arching your back. his arms wrap under your armpits so he can grip your shoulders and push in deeper. “matt!” you moan in pleasure. “sh-shit.”

he grunts, sighing with relief that he didn’t fuck this up as he gets the hang of it.

“fa— ah!” he knows what you’re asking for so he doesn’t let you finish once he starts to rut his pelvis even faster into your pussy.

your toes curl, whimpering each time he thrusts deep into you.

your noisy, and you being noisy lets him know how good he’s making you feel. his eyes shut, reaching down to rub your clit for an extra sensation.

eventually, he hits just the right spot that has you moaning like a mantra and clenching hard around his cock.

eyes dazed, you roll them back before you squeal out. “matt— i’m cumming! i’m cu— f-fuck.”

he’s balls deep at this point, his sounds leaving his mouth to the feeling of his cock grazing your walls so swimmingly.

tumbling vowels fall from your lips while you squeeze around him one last time before pooling around him.

“oh my god, y/n,” he whines, his thrusts stuttering before spilling into the condom.

he pulls out, your whole body quivering. he disposes of the condom, and then wiping your watery eyes. he lays next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face in your neck. “thank you so much, matt.”

“no.” he chuckles. “thank you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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Body Like a Back Road

Request: Joe Burrow and reader go on spontaneous road trip during off season.

Warnings: smut (fingering, intercourse), language, mentions of a funeral

A/N: my second stand alone Joe fic! Enjoy!

"In 500 feet, turn right". The voice of the GPS startled you out of your nap, your head knocking against the window as the car went over a pothole. "Ow!" You pressed a hand to the side of your face, grimacing at the sharp pain. Joe snickered as he glanced over at you, his hands flexing open and closed as he balanced them on the top of the steering wheel. "Good, you're awake."

"Where are we?", you grumbled out as you stood up, stretching your arm over your chest in hopes of getting the knot out of your shoulder from sleeping against the door. There were no signs to indicate your current location, and for the past eight hours, everything out of your window looked the same, nothing but trees along each side and the open road.

"We're just outside of St. Louis. At least according to the GPS, but I think I made a couple wrong turns about an hour ago, so I know fuck all where we are." Joe bit at his thumb nail, something he always did when he was stressed. "Great." You whispered, leaning your head against the window. The vibration of the car was lulling you back to sleep, your eyelids growing heavy.

The season was finally over, and after a less than stellar year, Joe was going stir crazy sitting around with nothing to do. He could only hit the gym so many times a day and watch game tape over and over before it started to get boring. When you mentioned to him that you had to travel to Denver to attend the funeral of one of your distant cousins as a favor to your mom, he offered to tag along with you, and against your better judgement you said yes.

Going to a family funeral was something that a boyfriend did for their girlfriend, not for their fuck buddy. You didn't want to give Joe, and honestly, you're own heart, the wrong idea about where you stood, but the thought of making a 17 hour drive alone sounded like torture.

Your relationship with Joe was...complicated, to say the least. You had been friends through college, and for the longest, it was nothing more than that, but when you both ended up in Cincy, Joe was drafted to the Bengals and you had just settled in the city with your first big-girl job, it became something more. You were both lonely, living in a new place, and you leaned on each other for support.

The first time you slept with Joe, you considered it a fluke, a slip up that could easily happen between friends. After months of consistently ending up in bed together, you realized that the two of you were in too deep. Now, a couple years later, it had become more habit than anything else, and you weren't even sure if you could call yourself friends as much as you had become a source of comfort for one another. You knew it was best to end it before anyone got hurt, but for some reason, you just couldn't.

Joe slapped your thigh, making you jump. "Hey, I need you to stay up. This GPS is useless."

"In 200 feet, turn left onto Franklin Street."

"Franklin Street?!" Joe gestured wildly to the left of him. "There is no fuckin' Franklin Street! Does she want me to drive into the woods?" Joe scoffed as he leaned back in his seat. You leaned forward to see there in fact was no Franklin Street, chuckling to yourself. "Don't let her get to you, J. You know she's not real, right?"

"Ya know what...its not even the GPS, its your damn car. Piece of junk." He slapped the console, the volume dial falling out of place. You grabbed it, shoving it back onto its slot. "Hey, Darla has been there for me since I was 16. She is a classic." Truthfully, Darla was hanging on by a thread, and the last time you brought her to a mechanic they offered you $200 for her to use for scraps, but you didn't have the money for a new or gently used car right now, and as long as you didn't go over 50 mph, she drove fine.

"A classic piece of shit", he mumbled under his breath, earning a slap on the arm from you. "Shit!", he rubbed at his chest, "do you wanna drive? 'Cause I can pull over right now."

"Funny, because she wasn't a piece of shit all of the times we were doin' it in the backseat." You propped your feet on the dashboard.

"Yeah, good times." Joe's ran his fingers through his hair nervously, his face starting to heat up. He was glad you went back to sleep so you couldn't see him start to sweat.

"Wake me up when we get to Kansas." You grabbed Joe's hat from the dashboard, pulling it over your eyes to block out the evening sun.

****

The next few hours went by like a dream as you went in and out of consciousness, listening to Joe's terrible singing along to the Hamilton soundtrack as he managed to eat through all of the snacks you packed for a two day drive.

You took in a deep breath as you woke up to darkness, the overhead light blinding you as you rubbed your eyes to try to focus your vision. As soon as you noticed you were alone, the driver's door was wide open, and Joe was gone, you began to panic.

"Joe! Joe, where are you? This isn't funny!" All horror movie protocol went out of the window as you unbuckled and climbed out of the car.

"Joe!" Silence. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and turned on the flashlight as you rounded the back of the car, illuminating the eerie thicket of trees you were parked next to. "Joe, I swear to God, if you're hiding somewhere I'm gonna kill you." You took a step forward, jumping as you heard a twig snap beneath your feet. You held your breath, feeling your pounding heartbeat in your ears as you listened for any sound of life. Again, silence.

"You know what? I'm just gonna assume you're already dead and keep it pushing." You called out to the open. You had seen Friday the 13th enough times to know there was no way you were going to outrun anyone. You turned back to the car, noticing a figure flash by out of the corner of your eye.

"BOOO!!" Joe jumped out from behind the car, his arms swinging above his head to appear terrifying. You collided with him, bouncing off of his strong frame, and landed on your ass.

"Ha! You should have seen your face!" Joe bellowed over with laughter as you stood and dusted the dirt off of your pants, a scowl on your face. "Fuck, that was so worth it." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

You shoved him, hard, making his back hit the car. "What the hell were you even doing? Why did we stop?" You opened the trunk and grabbed a sweatshirt out of your bag, feeling the chill on your skin as the temperature dropped after dark. "Had to take a piss."

"I feel like we've been driving forever. How far to the motel?" You were beginning to get cranky, your empty stomach contributing to your sour mood. "Still got another two hours until we get to Kansas City and stop for the night." You both got back into the car, but as Joe tried to turn the engine, it only sputtered a couple of times before dying out.

"C'mon", Joe groaned, cranking the key again to no avail. 'Fuck!" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, hitting the horn. "Your piece of shit car died, Y/N."

"Its not Darla's fault, you probably made her mad stopping in the middle of nowhere."

He pressed his forehead to the wheel. "Please tell me you have roadside assistance."

"Um...define "roadside assistance"?" You had AAA at one point, but let your membership expire when you couldn't afford the monthly payment anymore. "Y/N! What if I wasn't here?! You would have been stranded in the middle of Kansas by yourself with no way to get help!" Joe didn't mean to yell at you, but just the thought of you being out here alone was stressing him out.

"Good thing you're here, then." You harmlessly placed a hand on his thigh to reassure him as you scrolled the internet for tow trucks. Neither of you realized that Joe had grabbed your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. As you rose your head, feeling him massaging your fingers mindlessly as he stared ahead, you felt your stomach flip. "Joe", you uttered out, waiting for him to look at you.

"Oh, sorry." He snatched his hand back, running his fingers through his blonde locks. He didn't even realize he had done it. You were his safe place, and touching you brought him comfort in a way that he really didn't understand himself. You were no stranger to his touch, but it was always in the name of getting off.

"I think I found a place a couple miles away. ETA is...2 hours." You let out a frustrated sigh. Waiting two hours for a two truck meant you weren't going to see a shower or bed anytime soon. You desperately wanted to wash this road trip off with the hottest water a hotel shower could produce.

Joe leaned his seat back, the worn leather creaking underneath him as he sunk down, crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. "What are you doing?", you asked, shifting in your seat to face him.

"What does it look like?"

"You can't fall asleep. What if some monster comes and snatches me out of my window?" You were partly kidding, partly terrified that would actually happen. "That's not gonna happen", he huffed, "I'm not that lucky." You scoffed, throwing your feet over his lap. "You need to stay up and keep me company. Those are the rules of the roadtrip."

"Please. I just drove eight hours, five of which you were asleep."

"Joe, please. Just until the tow truck gets here."

"Fine. Tell me about your cousin. Were you close?", Joe hummed, scratching his nose. "Technically she's my mom's cousin, and no, I've never met her. My mom was close with her at one time, but they lost touch years ago. I'm just going to represent the family."

Joe opened an eye to peek at you. "You're going all the way to Denver for someone you've never met?"

"Why do you sound so shocked? I can do things out of the kindness of my heart." You clutched your chest dramatically, but Joe just chuckled, dropping his shoulders in a sigh. "It's just... ya know what? Nevermind."

"What? Tell me."

"Its just...are you sure that's all that it is? In all the time I've known you, you do things out of comfort. I'm not saying its a bad thing, but this isn't like you." He was looking at you know, his blue eyes illuminated by the orange hued overhead lighting. He was staring into your soul, like he was trying to pull something out of you, and you squirmed underneath the scrutiny.

Your head snapped when you saw a pair of headlights coming down the road, but it was just a passing car. "We have had sex in this car so many times, because you don't even want to come to my place most of the time." You turned back to Joe, whose eyes were closed again.

You bit at your bottom lip. You never realized anyone was paying attention to you that closely, especially not Joe. "I've been thinking a lot about the things I've settled for in my life, and this felt like a breath of fresh air, something different. I'm going a funeral, but I'm also getting out of Ohio for a minute."

Your words hit Joe like a ton of bricks. He quickly sat up. "Are you thinking about leaving Ohio?"

"Eventually", you shrugged. "You didn't think I'd be there forever did you?" you giggled, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. "I mean, I guess, I- didn't give it much thought." Joe let in a sharp breath to stop his fumbling. He did think you'd be there forever, or at least, he always thought you'd be there as long as he was.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a new fuck buddy", you said in jest, crossing your legs one over the other. Joe felt his throat go dry, his skin crawling in the silence. He was desperate to change the subject and get his mind off all of the terrible possibilities. "How much longer?"

You checked your phone. "Still got another hour. I'm starving. Did you really eat all of the snacks?" You sat up and crawled into the back of the car to search the bags you packed. "Really, Joe, even my Cheetos? Aren't you on some sort of athlete diet?" You threw the empty bag at him, the plastic hitting him in the face. "I was hungry." He tried to go to the sleep to the sound of you rummaging behind him.

"Hey, look what I found." Joe opened his eyes to see a gold-wrapped condom dangling in front of his face. "I have an idea of how we can pass the time", you whispered in his ear, making him shiver. "If you're not too tired."

"Fuck it." With a grunt, he ripped the condom out of your hands, and took it between his teeth as he unbuttoned his jeans. You frantically climbed to the front, stripping off your sweatshirt before climbing over him to straddle his legs. You turn off the overhead light, moonlight pouring over both of you through the window.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as you pulled him in for a messy kiss, your skin on fire even though seconds ago you were freezing. As you made out, his hands trailed around your waist, inching closer and closer to your spine before his large hands slid down the small of your back and grabbed rough handfuls of your ass, his fingers digging into your delicate skin as your back arched.

He began to move your hips slowly back and forth, making you grind against his pelvis, but he was going too slow for your taste, so you grabbed at his hands, circling your hips against him with an eagerness that had his hips bucking from sensitivity. You could feel him grow hard quickly against your inner thigh, letting out little moans into your mouth as your lips lingered together.

'Y/N, honey-", Joe could barely get the words out, his chest heaving with each breath. "What?", you huffed out without losing your pacing. "What's the rush?", His brow knitted together in pain as his cock rubbed against his zipper. "The tow truck is gonna be here any minute." Joe nodded, holding you in place. You backed away from him, pushing the hair that was stuck to his face with sweat out of his eyes. "We're having sex. I'd like to have use of my dick afterwards, okay?"

You giggled, pulling him by the collar of his shirt for another kiss, alternating between sucking on his top and bottom lips. You moved your hips again, this time with more control, focusing on the friction against your clit with each movement. "Better?", you questioned, only earning a moan from Joe. You could feel yourself growing wet, your panties soaked as you built your orgasm off of friction alone. Joe fumbled with the button of your shorts, sliding his hand down your front, feeling the wetness pooled against the cotton fabric.

"Shit, I didn't realize you were so ready." He toyed with the band of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. "Take these off." You lifted yourself off of Joe's lap, settling in the passenger seat, and shuffled your shorts and panties down your legs, kicking them into the back seat. Joe pulled you back onto his lap, eliciting a squeal from you, and in a single breath, he has you writhing on top of him again, his thumb pressing against your clit as he draws agonizingly circles around the sensitive bud.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop." You hiss, guiding his fingers to drag through your drenched folds, humping against his hand. He slides one of his large digits inside of your pussy, feeling you clench around him, your muscles pulsing as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He slips another finger inside, and you feel the stretch, taking deep breaths as he hooks his fingers and strokes against your cushiony ceiling.

Watching your face contort with pleasure, your chest bouncing in front of him with your head thrown back has him at a loss for words, desperate to get his hands on every inch of you. He helps you get your shirt off over your head, reaching behind your back to easily unclasp the hooks of your bra with his free hand, exposing your budding nipples to the cold air.

Joe leans forward, flicking his tongue against your nipple, and ghosting wet kisses between your breasts. You move back instinctively when he nips at your skin, but he pulls you aggressively back, hungry to feel you in his mouth again. "Feels so good, baby." Expletives are rolling off your tongue as he sucks harder on your nipples. Your hands find the back of his head, your fingernails raking against his scalps as he moves down to your stomach, pressing a kiss right above your belly button as you lean against the steering wheel.

He pulls out of you, your wetness glistening on his fingers. Without hesitation, you take both of his fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue. "You look so fuckin' beautiful like this", he grunts out, his mouth slightly agape as he watches you. Instead of your usual bashfulness at his dirty talk, you hold eye contact with him, your eyelids heavy with lust as you lick him clean, popping his index finger against your lips as you pull them out.

"Fuck, lift your hips." He instructs, racing against his internal clock, like he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't have you now. You do as he says, cupping your chest as he fumbles for the discarded condom, finding it in the cupholder. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down to his knees, his pink cock springing free and resting against his lower stomach. You salivate at the engorged vein that travels from the base of his cock to the tip, which is leaking pre-cum.

"Hurry up!" You playfully push him, turning to look over your shoulder for any tow trucks or stray cars, but its obvious the two of you are alone out here. He rips the foil wrapper with his teeth, and removes the condom, rolling it down his length. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock as you slowly sink down on him, taking him inch by inch until you bottom out with a loud moan. "Oh, fuck."

He pulls at the manual recline handle and goes flying back, landing against the backseat with a thud, hitting the back of his head against the headrest. "I fuckin' hate this car", he mumbles, quickly forgetting about the ancient vehicle and his injury as you begin to bounce on his dick, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs audible, quickly drowned out by the squelching of your wetness as he slips in and out of you.

Joe can't focus on anything but how good you feel and how good you look on top of him, your silhouette illuminated in the moonlight, his hands grazing against the curve of your waist and hips. You feel your legs start to fatigue so you lean forward, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles underneath your palms.

He takes the opportunity to worship your body as you ride him, placing kisses on your arms and chest while you're too blissed out to even notice. "So fuckin good, baby. You're doin' so fuckin' good", he praises you over and over, which has you hurdling toward your orgasm, feeling the coil tighten in your core.

"Joe", you whimper out, your pace slowing as you tire. "I've got you", he remarks, sliding his hands underneath your thighs to hold you up while he snaps his hips into you, making you take him to the hilt each time. He strokes your g-spot in perfect succession each time and you're sure you won't last much longer. "I'm-I'm gonna cum." You bite out, your words vibrating through your bouncing chest, your nails digging into his pecs, leaving red marks. He increases his pace, hitting against your cervix, the car squeaking and shaking side to side as you come undone, your release washing over you with waves of pleasure.

Joe's right behind you, his face scrunched tight as he feels every muscle in his body contract, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum", he warns just in time, and you pepper kisses against his jawline as his hips stutter. You try to kiss him, but he can only draw in sharp breaths as he releases into you, residual muscle pulses from your orgasm milking him for every drop.

Completely spent, he draped an arm around your back, pulling your weight down on his body. Your chests heave in succession as you come down from your high and try to catch your breath. You lazily kiss his cheek with a smile. "Fuck, that was-"

"I love you." You both were silent, the declaration hanging in the air. Joe was shocked at the words as if they didn't come out of his own mouth. You lifted your head to look at him, your hands still clamped around his face. "What did you say?"

"What?" Joe responded, in immediate denial. He tried to look away, but you turned his head back to you. You heard your phone vibrating in the passenger seat but you ignored it, unable to take your eyes off of him. His face was soft, genuine, his eyes very telling. He meant what he said.

Your phone vibrated for a second time. "Its probably the tow truck. You should get that." Joe was desperate for a reprieve. "Yeah." You shook your head and climbed off his lap, grabbing your phone to answer it. "Hello? Yes, we're around mile marker 152. Okay." You hurriedly put your clothes back on, Joe watching you through the rear view mirror the entire time. He could physically see you trying to process what had just happened, and he honestly wished he'd never said anything. He wasn't sure if he loved you, he was too lost in the moment, thinking with his dick instead of his head.

"They'll be here in five." Your words jogged Joe out of his trance. He nodded and got out of the car, desperate for air. You needed to talk about what happened, but right now, you just wanted to focus on getting your car towed and getting to the nearest hotel so you could get some sleep.

The ride in the tow truck was uncomfortably quiet. You rested your head against the window, your arms crossed over your chest to create as much distance between the two of you as possible, desperate to close your eyes even for a few minutes. Joe glanced over at you multiple times in the short five mile ride to the hotel. He raked a hand through his messy hair, moving to stroke his jawline, the guilt of catching you off guard and professing his love for you in the heat of the moment, gnawing at him.

The hotel was very basic, no amenities and didn't even a continental breakfast, and wasn't really up to Joe's standards, but it was the only one in town, so he'd settle for it just for the night. He stood in the lobby and watched you as you checked in, making light conversation with the desk attendant.

Maybe if he just denied it, or avoided talking about it, you two could move past this, and it could all be a bad memory.

He felt a lump build in his throat as you walked toward him. Seeing the distress on your face, he knew there was no way you were getting over this anytime soon. "Look, Y/N-"

Your face was stoic as you threw your bag over your shoulder. You shoved a key card in his direction without a word. "Goodnight, Joe." He watched you walk away, flipping the key card in his hand.

What the hell had he just done?

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astralis-ortus · 14 days

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this lifetime

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— in every dream and any reality, as long as you're by my side.

w.count → 0.3k genre → fluff. the kinda-mad-at-myself-for-writing-this type of fluff. warning → none! a.n → somehow ended up talking about this with a friend a couple nights ago and i can't help it. i'm a sucker for domestic chan fluff :( suffer with me, friends!! /j ⋆ see masterlist

you knew exactly what you signed up for when you said yes to your then-boyfriend’s question as he got down on one knee—and so far, in your 5 years of being married to chan, you have regretted nothing.

sure, both your and chan’s dream is to have your own home by the beach—one with a white picket fence, enough to keep your kids safe while still allowing them room to run around and play with your golden retriever puppy. a home, where you would build sandcastles with your youngest son while chan taught his older siblings how to surf, only to end up with a game of sharks where you and the youngest would finally join in. your family home, where you would spend everyday with chan as you grow old, watching each and every sunset, together.

yeah, that might be the dream—but you also didn’t mind living in apartment with chan; right in the middle of a bustling city where chan had built his entire life in.

your home might not be anywhere near the beach, but chan made sure he gets every single piece of furniture you wanted to fill every corner of your cozy, spacious apartment. your puppy might not be a golden retriever, but your cocker spaniel seemed to get along just perfect with your energetic toddlers, running around the playground while you and their baby sister watched the twins run their batteries dry. your routine with chan might not be watching the sunsets, but those late night movie dates in the living room after your kids fall asleep doesn’t sound any less appealing at all.

so, sure—your dreams and reality might not be on the same page. they might consistently be at war with each other, but hey; as long as you’re spending this lifetime of yours with chan,

there’s nothing you’d have to worry about.

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indigoflorals · 1 year

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hi! can i request a smuit one jj with a reader that has a praise kink please

gravity (18+)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Sum: You and JJ get high and he reminds you what you’re worth.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, drug use, sex while under the influence of drugs, smoking, praise kink

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Your best friend handed you the makeshift gravity bong with a low laugh. “You’ve really never hit a gb before?”

Sticking your tongue out, you snatched the water bottle from his hand and inspected it. “Not everyone was a druggie in high school, JJ.”

“Okay, wow, hurtful,” He mocked you, “Anyway, let me help you,” he took the bottle from your hands, “I bet you don’t even know how to use it.”

You began to interject but silenced yourself. You didn’t know how to use it. He wasn’t wrong.

You watched carefully as his nimble fingers packed the small metal piece at the cap with what weed you had provided. After, he pulled a lighter from his back pocket and rolled it to a flame.

“Now,” He made eye contact with you, “I’m gonna light it, take a deep breath, hold it, then breathe out.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ve smoked before, J.” You grumbled, pulling the bottle from his hands after he lit it. Exhaling sharply, you placed the cap to your lips and sucked in a strong breath. The smoke burned your throat and lungs but you held back the cough out of embarrassment.

You breathed out, coughing a few times and your eyes watering.

“Not so bad, huh?” He smiled, taking the bottle to hit it himself.

You coughed. “Not so bad.”

The rest of your night together was spent making corny jokes and passing the bong back and forth between you in his truck. You had never been in a hor box before but this time was certainly relaxing.

“And that’s how I broke Pope’s arm,” The blond laughed, sinking back into the drivers seat, “What’s your best story?”

“Shit,” You breathed, scanning your memory. “Oh I have a fucking good one.”

“Oh yeah?”

You laughed to yourself as the memory came to you. “I was seventeen. Seventeen and super stupid.”

JJ took another hit of the bong before offering it to you. “Weren’t we all?” He coughed.

“Well,” You took a hit, “I was like lose my virginity to Rafe Cameron stupid.”

JJ spun to face you in an instant and you burst out laughing at the shocked expression on his face. “No shit? How long have we been friends and you didn’t tell me?”

“It was embarrassing!” You protested, placing the water bottle in a cup holder, “I didn’t want you to think differently of me.”

He was silent for a moment. “Different? I’d really only feel bad. I’m sure he treated you like shit.”

“Fucking tell me about it. What kind of guy does absolutely zero foreplay?” You huffed, reclining back to put your feet on the dash.

The blond didn’t respond, only stared at you for a moment before looking away.

“What, JJ?” You asked, sitting up to lean toward him. “Jealous of me fucking Rafe?”

Okay. You were certain you were way too high now. This was your best friend. Why would you say that?

“Not jealous,” He turned to face you, eyes locking with yours, “Just upset he couldn’t make you feel good like you deserve.”

You felt a flush of heat to your core at his words. Certain that your cheeks were dusted pink, you turned away. “Fuck why are we even talking about this. I’m too high.”

JJ turned to you with an expression that only made your panties wetter. His face scanned yours and his eyes ran up and down the expanse of your body. “You’re fine, baby.”

At this point you were definitely shaking from the nervousness of being this close to someone so attractive. You had hardly thought of JJ as more than a friend before today. Suddenly the feelings of attraction were clearly mutual.

“Do you wanna get in the back?”

You didn’t hesitate to nod, scooting up onto your shins to climb over the divider into the bench of the truck. JJ followed immediately after and wasted no time pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was like an attack. There was a hunger behind it. It was filled with lust and need and the feeling of doing something so foreign with someone so familiar was strange.

His tongue swiped your bottom lip and slid into your mouth. He tasted then of weed and mint, and you made a note that you liked it.

The blond pulled away, sliding his face into the crevice of your neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He moaned, kissing your neck.

His hands slid up your chest to palm at your breasts. You leaned back into the door to give him more room, and he slipped a hand under your shirt to feel you over your bra. You arched into his touch, his palms cold on your sensitive skin.

Pulling away from from your neck, he leaned back to reach for the hem of your shirt. He pulled it upwards, careful to go slow over your breasts to drop them and watch them jiggle. When you were completely shirtless, he only stared, watching the way your tits pooled over the cup line of your bra.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He groaned, leaning in to suck and plant love bites on the top of your chest. You reach behind yourself, thinking at the clasp of your bra. After a few distracted tries, you unclipped your bra, your tits falling outwards.

JJ places his face in between them and motorboated you. “Oh my fucking god they’re perfect.”

“Stop.” You giggled. “You’re so high.”

“Nah.” He kicked one nipple, sucking it and releasing it with a pop. “You just have the best fucking tits.”

He continued to suck on your tits while working to unbutton your shorts. He popped the button, and unzipped them full before releasing your nipple and pausing to breathe. “Can I take these off?”

“Please.” You moaned. “Need you to fuck me JJ.”

A feel groan erupted from his throat at your words. “Can’t say shit like that.”

You lifted your hips to allow him to pull your shorts and panties down, and he leaned back to undress himself. You watched as he exposed his muscular arms and chest, and pulled out his cock to slap back against his stomach.

“Bigger than Rafe?” He teased.

You slapped his face gently and he crinkled his nose. “Oh shut up.” You mumbled before scooting over fo straddle him.

“Look at you,” He reached a hand to fist at the fat of your ass, “So fucking gorgeous for me. My girl.”

You leaned down to kiss him, and felt his right hand slide to your pussy. Two fingers poked at your vagina while his thumb rolled circles on your clit. You moaned into his mouth as he pushed his fingers inside of you.

He pulled back and you hurried your face into his neck. “Does that feel good baby? You’re so good. Doing so good for me.”

You shuddered, whining quietly when he curled his fingers to rub your g-spot.

“That’s it baby. Just relax into me. Be my good girl.”

His pace against your clit quickened, and you felt a sensation begin to burn in your lower stomach. “J, I’m think I’m close.”

“Look at me.” He spoke softly, and a strong hand came to the back of your neck to pull you. Blue eyes locked with yours as you felt the coil begin to snap. “Cum for me baby. Be a good girl and cum all over my fingers.”

You sobbed as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and liquid rolled down his fingers and onto his thighs. “That’s it baby, so good for me.”

His hand contained rubbing circles into your back as you came down from your high.

The blond placed a soft kiss to your temple. “Think you’re ready for me?”

Your only nodded, too tired to respond.

He lifted your hips gently, lining himself up with your hole. Slowly, he dropped you down onto himself, and you came to life at the feeling.

You sunk your nails into his biceps. “J! Oh my god! Feels so good!”

He moaned your name at the feeling of you clenching around him. “Holy fuck. You’re so good baby. Feel so fucking good. Best pussy I ever had.”

You cried, leaning your face into his shoulder as he contained to fuck up into you. Before you knew it, your second orgasm washed over you in a warm flurry. As you squeezed him, you felt him throb inside you.

“Oh you feel too good I can’t last holy fuck. Holy fuck.” He moaned, whining a bit as you felt him pulse, starting to cum inside of you.

With a strong pull, he lifted you off of himself, cumming on your pussy and thighs. He lowered you down to relax into him, and you cuddled into his chest.

“You did so good baby. I hope I made you feel good.” He rubbed your head.

You hummed in response.

“As much as I don’t wanna move, we gotta go get you Plan B.”

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yawneneteyam · 11 months

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ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters chapter one — what's the dream?

summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [1.7k].

pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters

notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. minor mentions of anxiety, foetus jamie.

masterlist ⎸ chapter two

2016.

THEY MUST HAVE LIKED you right? otherwise you wouldn't be back here again, for a chemistry test no other. yeah.. if they didn't like your audition, you wouldn't be sitting here again. yeah, that was it.

the air had gotten stale while you sat in the green room of some office building, on a floor number way too high with windows bigger than they needed to be.

it was your third time being here. your initial reading, the callback and now a chemistry test.

your agent hadn't given you much more information other than that. you knew you would be meeting the boy that could be playing your love interest, and that was intimidating to any fifteen year old. this was the first time you had ever been called in for a chemistry test for any project, you knew it was because it was a huge franchise, but it didn't make it any less daunting; if anything, it only made you feel worse.

you knew you couldn't sit there alone for too much longer before your anxious thoughts consumed you. everything was feeling wrong, your hair too tight and the plastic chair too uncomfortable. it was just nerves, but they had you on the cusp of trembling in your seat. the feeling of waiting was becoming overwhelming and if you weren't out of this room, you were sure you would-

"y/n l/n?" oh thank god.

you stood up quicker than you wanted to, almost tripping yourself in the process. with a mumbled 'hi', you were told to come into the audition room. when the casting assistant turned away you had to restrain yourself from screaming at yourself. what a fucking day.

you tried to brush it off and take a deep breath before you actually entered the room, your heartbeat was still beating at the same quickens pace regardless.

"hi y/n" your eyes scanned the panel before landing on the man who was speaking to you. james cameron sat at a small table across from where you were standing on your mark, with four other people, all casting directors and assistants.

"hi," faking your confidence was better than showing you didn't have any, "nice to meet you all," you tried to ignore the fact that the man who was responsible for making 'titanic' was a few metres away from you, but it was getting increasingly hard when he was watching your every move.

he hadn't been at your other auditions. trying to take this as another good sign, you swallowed the nerves bubbling in your chest.

"alright," another woman spoke up, "we're just gonna run through your sides from your last audition, and then we'll get started with the chemistry read. sound good?"

you nodded without speaking, silently thanking your agent for telling you to go over your old lines from your first two auditions. she always was right, you just would never tell her.

"okay," james quickly pulled a few pieces of paper from the pile in front of him before looking back up at you, "whenever you're ready,"

you took a few seconds, looking at the ground before starting your scene.

"where are you going?" i asked panicked, my breaths heavy.

one of the casting assistants read the lines in reply, not giving you anything to work with. "no where you need to worry about". the point of reading sides is to see how you work with a monotone scene-partner. they want to see what you can give on your own.

"I know you're going to see them," you reach your arm out, "norm," grabbing nothing and stopping in your tracks. "I know you're going to see jake" you whisper.

"sai'ak I can't talk-"

"take me" you plead.

"you know that-"

"norm, please" you move your arm, showing norm has shrugged off your hold, "please, I need to see him". Moving and using the space around you, you were there, in pandora, with norm.. not in some room with james cameron.

"your parents will never allow it"

"they don't need to know," the urgency in your voice was cut-throat, pained.

"I am not taking you away from your clan, you are the next tsahik." you close your eyes at their words, "I'm not going to be the one held accountable for taking you away from your clan, even for a little while"

"norm, I want to go," you start to feel your throat closing up as tears well in your eyes, "max, please" you whisper.

"I'm sorry kid, but you can't come" you let go of the breath you were holding on to, envisioning them walking away from you.

You hesitate to respond, looking around the room in panic. the reality that you might not get to go with them settling in. "he is all I have," you cry, the first tear fell, then another, and another. "please" you swallow the lump in my throat, "please take me with you".

"alright, thank you" the voice of the casting assistant brings you back and out of the scene. you quickly wipe your tears and make your way back to the mark on the ground.

"now," james looks around the table bringing another piece of paper from his pile, "let's start on the chemistry read.. jamie?"

you had failed to notice the entire time that there was a boy sitting in the corner of the room, a script in his hand. he looked around your age, quite tall and well built. his hair was brown and from far away you could see the blue in his eyes. "jamie is playing neteyam" james told you as you watched him walk over to you.

"nice to meet you," he stuck out his hand for you to shake.. he was british.

"you too," you were too concerned with how the panel thought your scene went to give him a full smile. jamie could tell that you were nervous, he felt your hand shaking slightly when yours met his.

"you alright? he asked quietly as he turned onto his mark.

you hesitated before nodding quickly, "yeah," you whispered, "just freaking out,"

"you'll be right," jamie reassured you softly with the nod of his head, "your last scene was great, you'll smash this."

you felt your chest become a little less tight with his words, "thanks."

"okay, so this scene is very vulnerable for these two. it's set in the start of the film where we really get to see a more child-like side to these two characters, who always have to be the strong, mature ones" james spoke. "it's one of my favourite's honestly," he confessed, "so, we'll go from the top- try and make it feel as natural as possible" he explained to you. nodding in response, you checked your mark before smiling up at jamie.

"whenever you're ready"

"skxawng," you spat at jamie, pulling him closer by his ear. jamie worked with you well, moving his head so you didn't have to actually pull him toward you. he hissed in response.

"that hurts," he winced. jamie hadn't adopted a na'vi accent like you had chosen too. you felt a little insecure about your attempt now that you knew he wasn't doing the same.

"good," you didn't change it though, you kept going with what you thought was right for sai'ak. "that is point," I crossed my arms, backing away from jamie. "what do you think you were doing, huh? you are a spotter neteyam, you don't belong on the ground."

"I know!" he stressed, "but I wasn't going to let un'su go down there alone, you know how he is"

"you cannot keep following your brother into danger," you shook your head, "we're kids! you know that right? we are not warriors, we are children"

Jamie's expression softened, "sai'ak," he sighed reaching out for you.

"no," you shrug him off, "I am tired," you admitted. "I know you have responsibilities, neteyam" you met his eyes, "but, we are just kids. you are not the leader of this clan yet, you do not need to act like it all of the time, yes?"

Jamie's eyes met the floor for a while before meeting yours again. "yes," he nodded, "I am sorry,"

"you do not need to apologise to me," you take a step closer to jamie. before you had the chance to think about it too much, you sigh and rest a hand on Jamie's cheek. he shakes his head whilst looking at the ground, leaning into your touch slightly. "you do not need to a mighty warrior all the time.. you know that?" before jamie could say his line, you cut him off with one that felt right, "you can just be neteyam." you smile at him softly.

jamie exhales through his nose as a laugh, "not everyone sees it that way". you were both completely off script now, but it felt natural, so you kept going.

"I see it that way," you tilted your head with a watery smile, tears glazing over your eyes. "I see.. who are you are, neteyam" jamie looks at you like he knew what you were going to say to him, he takes this and runs with it.

he hesitates before speaking, "I see you, sai'ak."

I laugh softly, taking your hands away from his face. "you must have hit your head very hard," you go back to a line from later on in the script.

"yes," jamie chuckles, "but I know what I am saying,"

you stop in your tracks, jamie towering over you. you look up at him and he holds your gaze. "I see you, ma' neteyam" I whisper. jamie smiles, resting his forehead against yours. you close your eyes, allowing your characters to drink in their moment together.

"alright, thanks guys," you and jamie quickly broke apart from each other, claiming your own space once again. "really good," one of the casting directors nodded, "y/n, thanks so much for coming in. we'll be in touch with you over the next week or so regarding the part," you nodded with a smile.

"thanks so much," you exhaled a big breath, feeling a weight fall from your shoulders now that you had finished. "nice to meet you all," you looked from the panel to jamie, who was smiling at you. he nodded and let out a small 'you too' before you left the room.

"she was good," James kept his eyes on the door, where you had just closed it.

"yeah, I liked that one" one of the women on the panel agreed.

"how did that feel jamie?" James asked him, looking up at the young boy.

"good," he nodded, "really good. she was great"

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hoonvrs · 1 year

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NOONA — 09: we both crode (+written 0.5k)

if sunghoon was anything, he was a man of his word. so as soon as he saw sunoo walk into the house he instantly tackled him to the ground. whenever sunghoon said he was going to fight one of them he meant it, and although they usually end their fights unharmed this one wasn't the case.

jungwons hallway wasn't exactly the most spacious place fit for two teenage boys to fight in but did that stop them?

absolutely not.

this leads them to continuously bang each other heads into the wall accidentally, "come on guys, you're gonna dent the wall and halmeoni will get mad," jungwon said, successfully causing both boys to stop their little scruffle.

"just know if it weren't for halmeoni i would've fucked you up."

"shut the fuck up sunghoon you fight like a little girl," sunoo huffed, readjusting his school jumper to its right place ignoring the high pitched "BITCH!" coming from sunghoon. in hindsight, jungwon should've known that their fight wasn't gonna end until one of them finally tapped out (usually sunghoon) so he didn't do anything but watch as he sees sunghoon, once again, jump their friend.

"i don't give a fuck about the walls," sunghoon huffed, pushing sunoo further into the hallway causing them both to trip and fall to the floor, tussling around towards the stairs.

"fuck you!" pushing sughoon a little too hard where he fell back and hit his head against the stair railing, hard. a gasp could be heard at the top of the stairs.

"oh my god, are you okay?"

sunghoon wanted to die.

looking up he can see jungwons sister at the top of the stair, hand hovering over her mouth with an obvious look of concern proving she had seen what happened. no one even had time to react before sunghoon pushed an apologetic sunoo off him and ran towards the storage closet at the back of the house.

yn came halfway down the steps before jungwon interrupted her, "he's gonna be fine you can go back up," she gave him a nod, still looking in the direction where the boy had run.

"okay. if you need anything i'll be upstairs." she left after giving sunoo a glance over concluding he looked fine as he was stood dusting off his pants.

the boys were left with a kind of awkward air, sunoo making sure his uniform was still in one piece asking jungwon to check the back of his shirt with the rest of the boys looking at the stairs dumbfounded.

"so we just gonna ignore how fucking pretty your sister is or what?" jay asked, "she literally made me forget to laugh at sunghoon."

followed by jake repeatedly hitting his arm, "bro same," elongating the end of the word, "but where the fuck did he run off to?" the group slowly started to make their way towards the back of the house, finding the lights in the storage closet on. they tried to open the door but they could feel the weight of sunghoons body keeping against the door.

"sunghoon hyung open the door," niki kept banging against the wood, "don't make me break the door down come on."

a screaming "NO!" came from inside, the embarrassment evident in his voice. “LET ME DIE HERE!”

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S. NOTES: written chap to apologise for the lack of updates 🫶🏼 hopefully it’s not as awks as it felt to write cause it’s been a minute😭

SYNOPSIS: park sunghoon experienced love at first sight when he first laid eyes on his friends older sister. a series of sunghoon desperately trying to do anything in his power to get the girl and yang jungwon cockblocking him for funsies.

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YOUR EYES OPEN — j.m

day six childhood friends to lovers with jj maybank

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary you and jj visit a fortune teller for a laugh at the first annual obx carnival, but her predictions end up coming true. (loosely inspired by all american 3x07)

warnings jj licking your fingers in a non-sexual way (lmao), pretty sure that's it. just hella fluff with bestie!jj

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; jj masterlist

“For a moment your eyes open and you know.” - Keane

You plucked a tuft of pink cotton candy from the cone in your hand. “Last piece. You want it?”

“Hell yeah. Give it to me.” JJ grabbed your wrist gently, bringing it toward his face so he could eat it. He goofily licked your fingertips to get rid of the stickiness, and your nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Ew, J. You actually have no boundaries.” You wiped the residue of his saliva on his shirt.

“We’ve been best friends since we were nine. What boundaries do we have left?”

Truthfully, you couldn’t argue with that. You and JJ had seen it all together. You’d been as vulnerable and open as two people could get with each other. You shouldn’t have been shocked by his…gross action. The man passed all kinds of gas around you twenty-four-seven. He’d eaten foods far past their expiry dates. You’d seen him drink spoiled milk on a dare (though you can’t say he wouldn’t have done it if he wasn’t dared to).

That’s not to say you two weren’t good for each other, because you undoubtedly were. JJ’s wild spirit helped you break out of your shell. He pushed you to try new things, push your boundaries, and make you see that you had all this untapped power inside you. You didn’t think he could surprise you any further, but he still managed to every day, even now in your twenties.

On his side of things, your calming presence grounded him. It provided him with the safety and the domestic feeling he’d longed for while living his life with Luke Maybank as his father. No matter how chaotic things became, all he had to do was take one look at you, and his mind calmed. You, even as a child, gave him a comfort he never knew he needed until he had it in the palm of his hand.

“I guess that’s true. You’re still gross though.”

He winked at you with a cheeky grin. “You love it.”

The sun began to dip below the horizon, and the warm hues of pink, orange and yellow painted the sky as the two of you made your way through the colourful maze of booths and rides. Laughter and music filled the air, and your mouths watered at the sweet smells of funnel cakes and caramel apples.

Your eyes wandered over all the activities surrounding you, and one specific booth caught your eye. You tugged on JJ’s arm. “J, look!”

His eyes followed your pointed finger to a quaint, candlelit tent a little ways from where you both stood. He squinted, trying to focus on the large lettering of the sign above the booth. “Madame Zara’s Mystical Fortunes. Are you for real?”

He couldn’t deny that it piqued his interest at least a little bit, but he also wasn’t sure about wasting ten bucks on words of ‘wisdom’ that you could easily get out of a fortune cookie.

“Why not? It’s all in good fun anyway.”

“Y/N/N, I can give you a fortune right now for free. Watch this.” JJ stood, raising his index fingers to his temples and closing his eyes. His voice picked up a spooky tone. “I predict that we’re going to go on the tilt-a-whirl in the next thirty seconds.”

His eyes open, and he points to the ride right next to you, clasping a hand over his heart with a shocked look on his face. “Oh my god, look! The tilt-a-whirl! I was right!”

You rolled your eyes at his mockery but still let out a laugh. “Come on. Do it for me?”

JJ looked into your pleading eyes and your jutted-out bottom lip, and felt himself starting to crack. He’d always had a soft spot for you. How could he deny your wishes when you looked at him like that?

He let out a large sigh. “Fine. But we’re hitting the tilt-a-whirl as soon as we’re done. And I don’t want any complaints about how fast I spin us.”

“Deal.”

You stepped into the dimly lit tent, where an older woman with piercing eyes welcomed you. “Welcome, young ones. I sense that you seek answers.”

You and JJ exchanged amused glances as you spoke. “Sure. Why not?”

She gestured for you to sit across from her at a small table, covered in a rich, purple velvet cloth. She took your right hand and JJ’s left, closing her eyes as her fingers traced invisible patterns on your palms.

“There’s an abundance of energy between you two,” she began in a hushed tone. “This night you embark upon…it’ll offer you both clarity, unlocking secrets hidden in the depths of your hearts.”

JJ laughed softly as a smirk took over his features. “Clarity, huh?”

You kicked his leg under the table, trying not to laugh. Madame Zara continued, though, unfazed by your shared skepticism.

“Remember, clarity often reveals truths you’ve chosen to ignore.”

You thanked the fortune teller and exited the tent. “That was…something.”

“It was a load of bull,” JJ laughed. “I mean, clarity? Clarity about what?”

“Who knows,” you replied. “Alright, we can go on your beloved tilt-a-whirl now.” JJ grinned at that, grabbing your hand and tugging you over to the ride.

You two spent the evening going on every ride you could manage and indulging in all the sweets you came across. You’d be sick to your stomachs by the night’s end, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to care.

The night wore on, and you found yourselves atop the ferris wheel, overlooking the brightly lit carnival below you. The twinkling stars above you seemed to be in perfect alignment. JJ had grown eerily quiet, which was odd for him, seeing as he was always bouncing off the walls with an energy you couldn’t quite comprehend.

You turned to look at him, planning to break the silence, when you caught his heated gaze. Your brows furrowed. “What’s that look for?”

He licked his lips, turning his body toward you slightly. “Nothin’, I was just thinkin’ that psychic lady was right.”

“Right about what?” You asked. All of a sudden, things had turned serious, which was rare for you two. Everything about your friendship was fun and lighthearted, but it didn’t feel that way anymore. At least, not at that moment.

“About me needing clarity. Y/N, we’ve been best friends for so long. I mean, we’ve been through everything together. But sometimes…sometimes it feels like there’s somethin’ more. Somethin’ we both kinda deny.”

Your eyes searched his for an understanding. “What are you saying, J?”

“I think— Nah, I know. You’re my world. You make everything better, make everything brighter. I love you, pretty girl. I’m in love with you.”

Your heart raced as you processed his words. Suddenly, the fortune teller’s prediction didn’t seem so foolish or ridiculous. In that moment, that same clarity JJ felt washed over you. The lightbulb switched on inside your head. You realized that you weren’t just in love with the idea of your friendship; you were in love with him.

“I’m in love with you too, J,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hand found his, and your fingers intertwined. He smiled at you brighter than he ever had, and his eyes sparkled as the moonlight bounced off of them.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“You definitely should.”

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maybank-archives · 8 months

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call me up - jj maybank

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warning: +18. NSFW CONTENT. MINORS DNI. ´phone sex. mutual masturbation. language. dirty talking.

word count: 0.8k

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JJ’s phone buzzed in his pocket again. It was the fourth one. He and the gang were on the beach chilling, except for his girlfriend who was traveling with his family for a couple of days. Because both of you were inseparable, JJ was trying to be sociable without you, he was getting pretty tired actually, but he just couldn’t bring himself home.

Not until now.

JJ took a sip of his beer before picking up his phone. His breath betrayed him as he read the messages.

You up? I miss you so badly (1) Attachment Hello???? I need you J

JJ chokes on his drink as he sees your body in bed with the tiniest lingerie.

“Hey, are you ok man?” John B asks as he sees JJ’s expression.

JJ coughs and nods in response. “I-I’m good, I'm calling out the night k?.” JJ says rushing to his bike.

You, on the other hand, were ok staying home and not socializing with your parents' friends. Right after they left the hotel, you locked yourself into your bedroom and tried to entertain yourself by watching a movie, but being all alone was a bit depressing especially when you aren’t used to staying away from your boyfriend and friends for more than two hours.

The feeling of boredom hits you anyway, your eyes are on the TV but your mind is in another place. You’d already been comfortable on your bed in nothing but your underwear. You tried, but it was hard to resist the temptation. You snapped the picture without thinking and sent it to your boyfriend.

It didn't take long before he sent you a reply. He was leaning in his bed, with no shirt and sitting only in his boxers, the caption was “all yours”. Gosh, I would kill to have him with me right now.

Your fingers caress your body as you squeeze your legs together. The phone starts vibrating distracting you from your imagination.

“Hey” JJ's husky voice greets you

“Hi baby,” you responded in a clingy way “I’m missing you so badly.”

“Oh I see, my girl is feeling extra needy tonight aren't ya?” You could hear the smirk on his face as he talked. “You can’t do this to me, princess, not when I don't have your mouth around.”

“What would you do if I was there?.” You asked

In a quiet deep voice, JJ replied “I take every piece of your clothes off, give ya neck some sick hickeys as squeeze your ass and make my way in between your legs.”

A hot feeling flooded your body with his words. You felt drunk off the neediness of him. The memory of his deep voice vibrating against your inner thighs, made your skin shiver.

“And?” You said in between your teeth

“You tell me…What would you want me to do?” He teases, you smile to yourself, as you bite your lip.

“I don’t know, but I can’t tell you what I’m doing right now.” You teased back hearing JJ hiss.

“Then tell me, cupcake.”

“I’m rubbing my pussy, thinking about your hard hot cock, you’re the one only who can do this to me, baby.” Your voice sounded more like a moan. “I can only think about your dick inside me.”

“Fuck Y/N, I’m already so hard…you’re going to be a good girl and listen to what I say?”

“Yes.”

“Then suck this finger with this pretty little mouth of yours and slide them to your clit, rub them faster for me, m’kay sweetheart?”

“Mmm.”

“Yeah baby, think of my tongue playing with ya, how I would suck you so hard.” JJ groans “Let me hear your moans.”

You do as he says, shut your eyes closed, and keep thinking about how good JJ makes you feel, you bite your lip again, harder and let a moan escape as you massage your sensitive clit faster.

“Now fingers baby, make it feel good like my cock does.” JJ's husky voice demands.

By this point, JJ was jerking himself just thinking about you, with your legs spread fingering yourself.

“Talk to me Y/N.”

“Yes JJ, I want to ride you so hard, make you cum inside my mouth and choke me.” You cry

“Fuck, are you close baby?”

“Almost…”

“Then keep doing that, cause when we meet, I’ll show you and, fuck, make it up to you, and make you scream my name, I’ll have you on top of me, riding my dick as you like, make you squirt as I suck you, my dirty girl…” JJ says out of breath, his pumps were neat, your breaths weren’t different, it was edging JJ closer.

“Oh my…” You let a desperate moan

“You can come, baby, I want to hear you…”

“Fuck JJ!” you felt your orgasm getting closer.

“Shit,” JJ moans loudly as that rush of pleasure and euphoria took over his body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you went incoherent after that, but it didn’t matter. Your moans intermingled as both of you came down from your highs.

There was relative silence for a few moments as their breathing settled.

“That was fun J.” you finally spoke

“And fucking hot,” JJ added making you chuckle.

“don't be shy,send me more pictures and call me up whenever,i'll make time for you always babe,”

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rewrittenreality · 2 years

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Better Man

Paring: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 717

Warnings: A whole lot of fluff

Summary: You come home from a mission and surprise Hangman.

A/n: I just recently watched Top Gun: Maverick and I absolutely loved it. Jake became my favorite character instantly.

Jake Seresin is known for being cocky. He’s known for being a major hot shot. But, what he isn’t known for is being the sweet, caring, and cuddly man that only you get to see. He lets his guard down around you, showing his soft side only when you’re there. The squad took notice of his sudden change with you, and they quite enjoyed it.

You came to The Hard Deck to surprise Jake and see everyone. You walked in the door, your stomach filling with nervous butterflies. You hadn’t seen everyone in such a long time since you had been on a mission with your squad. Jake didn’t even know you were back yet. You smiled when you saw Bob, Rooster, and Phoenix at the pool table. Rooster, your long time friend, ran up to you and gave you one of his bone crushing hugs.

“Roos, can’t breathe.” You mumbled, feeling the air leave your lungs.

“Sorry sorry. I’m just really happy to see you back in one piece.” Rooster chuckled, letting you go.

“I always come back in one piece. That's why they call me Hurricane.” You laughed, punching his shoulder.

“Wait until Hangman sees that you’re back. He’s going to be ecstatic!” He beamed at you.

“Not a damn word, Bradshaw. I came here to surprise him, so don’t ruin it.” You said, pushing your finger into his chest.

Bradley nodded, putting his hands up in defense. He knew you were mostly joking, but he also knew how much Hangman and yourself missed each other. You had been gone for 3 weeks on your mission, rarely having the time to talk to your boyfriend. It was torture for both of you and Rooster knew it. Roos pointed you in the direction of Jake and went over to the others to watch the reunion.

Jake was playing darts with Coyote, laughing as Coyote covered his eyes so he couldn’t see. He made the bullseye anyway, giving Coyote a sly smirk. Coyote rolled his eyes, his vision landing on you in the process. You put your finger to your lips to tell him to shut up. Coyote gave you a slight nod and turned his attention back to Hangman.

“Nice shot, Seresin.” You announced, standing behind Jake.

“Thanks!” Jake responded, not yet realizing who he heard.

Hangman’s eyes went wide as he finally processed your voice. He whipped around, finding you standing there with a big smile. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he had to be dreaming. You weren’t supposed to be back yet. Jake froze for a second, trying to determine if he was just drunk or if it was really you.

“Yes, J, it’s really me.” You giggled, as if you could read his mind.

“Y/n!” Jake exclaimed, running towards you.

He practically slammed into you, lifting you up as he came to a stop. You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, leaning down in his hold to kiss him. Jake didn’t let you go as he set you down, his lips still connected with yours. He didn’t want to let you go and didn’t want him to either. His smile was huge as you pulled away, his green eyes shining like stars.

“I missed you.” You said, taking Jake’s hand into your own.

“I missed you too, Darlin’. So much.” Jake whispered as he left a kiss on your forehead.

A whistle could be heard from the pool table. You looked over and laughed when you realized it was Phoenix. Jake guided you to the others, his grip in your hand firm but gentle. The squad was kind of shocked when he declined a round of pool. Instead, he opted to stay close to you. They weren’t used to this version of Hangman yet.

Phoenix noticed that Jake was more quiet when you were with him. He would hold a conversation, sure. But he seemed more invested in you and what you were doing. Even as you merely stood between his legs while he talked to Bob, his hand never left your hip. Wherever you went, may it be just to get another round of drinks, Jake went with you. Jake Seresin, the man known for his cockiness and independence, was a better man when it came to you.

#hangman x reader #jake seresin #top gun maverick #fluff

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justporo · 10 months

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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 3)

My game is currently fucked up, so I have to reinstall and pray my saves will work... If not... Well, I'll have to charm Astarion again - and indulge in more writing I guess.

Have part 3 of Astarion and Tav trying to have a fun night out in town.

Lots of fluff and annoyed Astarion in this one, poor little puppy. You can read below the cut or on AO3! Song choice for this one: Buntes Volk - Faun, Michael Rhein

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif is from here!)

You shook your head once to clear your thoughts, Astarion had caught you by surprise – quite frankly he often did. You grabbed the elf’s hand and did as he told you.

You turned around the corner and there it was: Maeve’s. Warm light shone beyond the big open front door and you could already hear the crowd inside clapping, chattering and the notes of a song drifting through the night. The sign above the door was so worn out you could barely decipher it, but really no one needed it anyway, this tavern was famous in all of Baldur’s Gate.

The two of you made your way over the cobblestone road and just before you wanted to enter a man got hurled out by his shirt collar. You quickly stepped out of his way, dodging his flailing arms. Astarion, who was standing directly in the way of the stumbling fool quickly twirled sideways, avoiding getting hit by a hair’s width. “Excuse me”, Astarion chirped happily “I didn’t mean to hinder you on your way out.” The man stumbled a few feet more and faceplanted in the middle on the round – obviously very drunk.

You watched for a second how he tried to get up again and how Astarion patted off some invisible dirt looking displeased even though he hadn’t been touched. Then you turned and saw who had thrown out the drunkard – a familiar face.

“By the gods, I thought I’d never see you here again, thought you finally made it out of this hell hole”, the tall, broad-shouldered man said with an easy smile that neither matched his actions just yet nor his rather threatening appearance. Of course, you knew him – this was Don, the bouncer of this place. Over the years you had seen him throw out lots of brawlers, drunkards – and sometimes even the worst kind of bards. Although that had been more for their protection, the crowd here could really get quite worked up. Befriending him had also helped you and your friends to not get thrown out during several occasions.

Astarion had stepped up behind you and had laid his hands on your shoulders: “Oh not to worry, I dragged her back to this hell hole of a city – she just couldn’t live without it.” You could practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

“And you brought a boyfriend, oh Tav, what ever have you been up to? Eodin will not like that”, Don said and crossed his massive tattooed arms over his broad chest and laughed heartily. You blushed softly and pressed your lips into a thin line. You really did not enjoy that even the bouncer here seemingly new about Eodin’s ambitions towards you.

You cleared your throat and said: “Don, this is Astarion, I met him while I was away, he’s my…” “Lover!”, Astarion interrupted immediately and pressed a kiss on your cheek from behind and squeezing your shoulders “I am indeed her lover, more even, her soulmate so to speak. And we’re inseparable, aren’t we, my heart? You can tell this Eodin guy.” Astarion happily blabbered on and let his hands slowly travel down your arm. And while you could feel and hear that he was teasing you with his possessiveness, you heard the bite in his last sentence. He might have shrugged it off as laughable that there could be some competition around tonight but it seemingly affected him more than he was ready to admit.

Don just laughed again and looked at your pale companion: “Oh, you can tell him that yourself, he’s already here tonight. And so are the others, Tav. They’ve been worried about you, they’ll be happy to see you in one piece.”

Stepping out Astarion’s possessive hold for just a moment, you grabbed the big man’s elbows, he did the same, and smiled at him reassuringly. “Thank you, Don, it’s so good to see you.” Don smiled warmly at you, then signed for you to get on in. You turned around to Astarion who seemed surprisingly tense. A stark contrast to his usual languid and dandy manner. So you made to close the distance between the two of you, grab his hand and pressing a soft kiss on his lips: “Come on, love, let me introduce you to my friends.” The pale elf sighed at the kiss and your words. “You can keep your hands on me if it assures you that there is only you for me”, you whispered softly to him and grinned. “Don’t expect me not to”, Astarion whispered back and stole another quick kiss. Then he motioned you to go on and let his hand linger on the small of your back.

“Don’t let them eat your boyfriend’s skinny ass right up”, Don shouted after the two of you and threw his head back in laughter again. You chuckled when you saw Astarion’s disgusted reaction and moved your hand to pinch his butt. “I knew why I kept from this part of town”, the vampire sighed dramatically “only brutes, drunkards and charlatans.” You slapped him on his arm: “And that coming from you!” You scolded him but keep moving.

There was already a pretty big crowd assembled. The tavern was quite big – although it was only dimly and warmly lit - and seemed even more so as most tables and seats were moved to the walls to allow for more room in the middle where a stage is erected. A single bard was performing. He seemed quite decent, at least he hadn’t been booted off stage yet. But the crowd was still far from ecstatic. Loud talking and laughing filled the room over the music. Mugs and bottles were being toasted and a not unpleasant smell of pipe smoke, alcohol and some kind of stew filled the big room.

You looked at Astarion who took the room in silently, he let his eyes wonder over the few people dancing in front of the stage, the bard, the people sitting and drinking everywhere around the room and the big bar at the far end of the building. You could tell he didn’t feel quite comfortable and saw that his nostrils flared slightly. “Everything okay?”, you asked him softly and touched his side. The vampire kept watching over the room: “It’s… fine. I am just not used to such big crowds anymore.” He turned to look at you: “Don’t worry about me. I’m good as long as you’re here with me and don’t abandon me for some substandard old fling of yours.” “You’re not going to let that topic go, are you?” “Not for the moment, my love, not until anyone knows you’re mine”, he grinned broadly, shortly showing his fangs and then softly pushed you with the hand still on your back. “Now, come on, show me where the regulars hang out”, he said and winked at you. You could tell he was still a tad uncomfortable but he tried his best to push through it. Grabbing his hand again, you moved through the crowd. You knew exactly the right place. Leading him to the back of the room there was a small staircase one could’ve easily overlooked. A dwarf inconspicuously stood right in front of it. To someone not paying attention it seemed like he was just standing there rather awkwardly, maybe waiting for his friends or his date. But you knew he was another bouncer that made sure not just anyone went up the stairs and to the gallery upstairs – and of course you knew him as well. You walked right over to him: “Hey, Kirin!” The dwarf looked up at you and the slightest smile turned up the corners of his mouth and slightly softened his grim expression he’d worn before. “Gods, Tav! Look at ye! Y’look good girl, come ‘ere!” Without any warning he drew you in for a tight hug that pressed all air out of your lungs. “Thought ye kicked the bucket for good or somethin’!” He released you from his bear hug but offered a strong pat on your back that almost made you topple over. He laughed heartily: “’Tis so good to see ye again, girl. Things have been quite wild roun’ here,ye know.” The dwarf started rambling on about how the crowds had grown more violent lately, almost one big brawl every other night. Astarion softly cleared his throat in hopes of interrupting the dwarf’s tales. “Excuse ye, pretty boy, I am talking ‘ere an’ gallery’s only open for regulars”, Kirin started, turning to the elf and raising his chin. “Oh uhm”, you started “the pretty boy is with me, Kirin, he’s my…” Astarion gave you a huge sideeye “boyfriend. And I wanted him Maeve’s tonight.” The dwarf looked at you quite confused. “Where did ye find yerself such a poser? By the looks of himself, he coulda been one of the city’s noblemen. But ones of those never come ‘round here, at least they haven’t tried for a long time”, Kirin mocked und laughed roaringly. Astarion just raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his perfectly manicured fingers, proving Kirin’s point. You just blinked, not sure what to make of this absurd situation.

“Alright, ye elves are strange fellows. I just thought some time, ye would come around to Eodin, lass. But like to like an’ such, I ‘ssume.” Astarion rolled his eyes at Eodin being mentioned again. You chuckled and scratched the back of your head: “Yeah no, Kirin, Eodin… Just no.” “Suit yerself, lass, but ye know, he’s here tonight, so little heads up for ye and yer lover. Now, wouldn’ to keep ye any longer, go right ahead!” The dwarf stepped aside and made room for the two of you. This time Astarion pushed you on quite eagerly, trying to get away from the annoying dwarf. You let him and wave thanks to Kirin.

“Be nice to me girl, elf. Ye better treat ‘er right!”, he shouted after you. Astarion rolled his eyes again and kept pushing you up the stairs. You just laughed at his annoyance. It was nice to have him on the receiving end of the banter for once.

“If one more person mentions this Eodin guy, I swear, I am going to rip their damned throat out”, the vampire grumbled. You chuckled at his threat and stopped two steps ahead of him which made you to be eyelevel with him. “Please don’t, Astarion, there’s really no need to be jealous.” You took his face in both your hands and looked him straight in the eye: “There’s no one like you, Astarion, in the whole world and there will never be someone other than you for me.” You saw how his gaze and features softened at your words, his ruby eyes suddenly all big and glowy.

“I love you, Astarion, and you’ll have me as long as you want me”, you assured him, then kissed him and hugged him. He hugged you back and nuzzled his nose against the soft skin of your neck. His lips caressed your throat softly, his fangs ever so slightly touching your skin. “And I love you, my beautiful darling.” He lifted you slightly and made to carry you up the rest of the stairs. “But if this dwarf calls me pretty boy one more damn time, I am going to push him over.” You just giggle and let yourself be carried up the last stairs to the gallery.

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #astarion is so cute when he's annoyed #also when he's jealous #a night of song and laughter

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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'cause i miss you | j. félix

joão félix x carrasco!reader

a/n: is this long? if it is, im sry LMAOOO. inspired by my fave song from sza's new album, 'SOS'. would also like to mention that joão is still in atlético in this fic bc i have crippling separation anxiety from jf7 🫠 let's also pretend gavi has a license

synopsis: you and joão had been broken up for six months, and after finding out you were screwing a fellow laliga player, the jealousy comes seeping into his soul, as if you haven't been broken up for half a year.

contents/warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of torture, cussing, reconciliation, google translated portuguese bc i'm not fluent yet, misunderstanding don't we just hate that?

you knew pablo gavi was absolutely nothing in bed compared to joão félix, but you couldn't fully admit that to yourself just yet. while you still have gavi, you should at least bask in the moment, instead of thinking about your deadbeat ex-boyfriend, the resident golden boy of atlético de madrid.

you'd been having your way with pablo for about three months. three months since joão left you for for this portuguese girl. if that didn't make you want to torture joão more than he'd been tortured by your departure, you don't know what else to do.

it was harder with pablo because he's a barcelona player, and as much as you wanted to keep this fling going, you couldn't — because of clearly obvious reasons. the entire barça squad knew you as being on atléti's side, and you had made gavi swear on his life that he wouldn't tell pedri or anyone about your secret rendezvous.

gavi had been talking about today for weeks and weeks on end. "mi amor, today is finally the day!" he announced early in the morning.

brushing your teeth, you turn to pablo, mouth full of toothpaste. "remind me one more time?"

"babe, we face atléti tonight!" pablo grins, shaking his hands in excitement. you could've swore he wanted to jump around.

"right..." your voice drifted off, knowing very well you will have to see him again. him. the man that broke the very heart pablo so graciously picked up and pieced back together.

gavi noticed the way you disconnected from the conversation, and he knew why too. "is this about joão?" he didn't even know why he asked.

"don't wanna talk about it." you sigh.

"don't have to," pablo shrugs. and that gesture was enough for you to realise... you're gonna be okay.

as gavi drove the both of you to camp nou, you wished you should've put on your brother yannick's jersey instead. rooting for your brother's rival club didn't sound all that good to you, but you had no choice. you threw one of gavi's jerseys on anyway.

camp nou was rowdy that night. all the home fans were riled up, ready to watch barça knock atléti off their rockers. you were sat next to lewa's wife anna and raphinha's wife natalia.

"como vai você? eu sei que este jogo vai ser difícil para você assistir." taia checked in on you after noticing your twiddling fingers. taia was one of your best friends since you guys had met through gavi and raphinha. you'd considered taia to be like an older sister to you. [how are you? i know this game will be difficult for you to watch.]

"eu vou viver," you tell taia. "eu não vou ser imaturo sobre isso. não é como se ele estivesse aqui para me pedir de volta. é só joão." you fall silent, because you know it's not just joão. pablo is known for his fits on the pitch. and knowing what joão had done to you six months ago, you doubt pablo will take it easy on him. you know it will get personal. [i'll live. i'm not gonna be immature about it. it's not like he's here to ask me back. it's just joão.]

"você o perdeu," taia says. you were about to protest, but she raises her hand in front of you. "não brinque comigo. eu conheço você." [you miss him. no, don't play with me. i know you.]

you drop your head, embarrassed to even look at taia. "não há nada para se envergonhar, querida. eu sei como joão mudou sua vida. ele era o amor da sua vida, e sempre dói ver o amor da sua vida se levantar e te deixar assim. mas você está seguindo em frente, você está feliz com o pablo, certo?" [there is nothing to be ashamed about, sweetheart. i know how joão changed your life. he was the love of your life, and it always hurts to watch the love of your life up and leave you like that. but you're moving on, you're happy with pablo, right?]

you nod, taia shrugs at your motion. "aí está. agora vamos, endireite-se. o jogo está começando." [there you have it. now come on, straighten up. the game is starting.]

as you watch barça and atléti walk out of the tunnel and move to their respective sides, you notice gavi leaning forward and looking towards his left, locking eyes with joão. while gavi was boring his eyes through joão's head, joão was scanning the stands before him, looking for nobody else other than you.

"that atléti kid should keep his eyes to himself." anna said, her polish accent jeers next to taia. your face drops as soon as the eyes belonging to the portuguese boy lands on yours. you noticed how brisk the little inkling of fear you had weeks prior to this game had engulfed you whole when he did. you didn't know what to do, so you just send him a quick smile, only for him to roll his eyes at you as a reply. at that point, you felt extremely defeated. you tried to be nice, to be civil. it was all just starting to backfire on you now.

you watched as barça trotted over towards atléti, dapping them up before running off to warm up. gavi wouldn't pay joão any mind. he just sent joão a quick shove, harsh enough to send his shoulder backward, hitting your brother's chest. "dude..." yannick groaned, joão minding his business.

having pablo and joão share the pitch had been your biggest fear since your breakup. sometimes, you cursed at the fact that gavi chose barça and la liga instead of the prem or serie a.

the game was finally concluded, atléti defeating barça 2-0 at home. you were surprised at the fact that you actually got through the whole game. xavi had allowed the guys to come and greet you, anna and natalia.

"hi babe," gavi panted, wiping the sweat off his forehead as you beam at him. "sorry we lost, did you enjoy the game?"

you scoffed at his answer. "psh stop. of course i did, starboy! you were amazing out there. i'm very happy."

gavi slowly grinned at you. "me alegro." you simpered back, before noticing joão staring at you a few feet away. as you and him locked eyes, he shook his head and walked into the tunnel, his eyes glared at you before he did. [i'm glad.]

"amor, disculpa solo un segundo?" you asked gavi politely. he nodded, before you push your way through the crowd into the tunnel. [love, excuse me just a second?]

you were grateful you wore sneakers tonight. "joão," you called out. he kept walking. "joão!" you raised your voice, but he still wouldn't acknowledge you. you sped up, grabbing him by his forearm. "olhe pra mim quando sou falando com você." [look at me when i'm talking to you.]

"what is there to talk about?" joão raised both his arms, before letting them fall harshly beside his thighs. "you're with that idiot now. não posso fazer nada sobre isso agora, posso?" [i can't do anything about it now, can i?]

your train of thought fully disappeared the minute he told you he couldn't do anything about you and gavi. "you left, j."

"because you disappeared," joão began to explain, but you had zero clue what he was talking about. "you grew away from me ever since you met him. it's like i no longer exist to you. i'm not gonna let myself be the guy that you run to when some other dude from a rival club tells you he doesn't like you like that. that's why i left, but that doesn't mean i stopped loving you."

"you moved on." you say again.

"yeah, well... so did you," joão's chin dropped to his chest. "yannick told me." of course yannick told him.

"yannick's a rat." you mumbled.

"i know." joão heard.

"well, just so you know, i slept with him 'cause i miss you." you couldn't hold that deadweight in your chest anymore.

"oh i know. i wanted you to say it," joão raised his eyebrow, breaking a small smile. you did the same. "leave him, carrasco. it's not like he's good for you."

"what do i tell him?" you hated the idea of breaking a boy's heart, especially pablo's.

"be honest. and he can pout all he wants." joão mocked.

you contemplated the idea for a few minutes, before making a counter-offer. "you tell him with me."

"deal," joão raised his head confidently, looking at you through his lashes. "eu vou ser tão mau, ele vai começar a chorar." [i'll be so mean, he'll start crying.]

"não faça isso." you smacked his arm, giggling. [don't do that.]

"senti sua falta, carras'." joão smiled. you had missed the way he'd shorten your last name. all in all, you missed having joão félix in your life. [i missed you, carras'.]

#Spotify #pablo gavi #joao felix #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #atletico madrid #fc barcelona #raphinha #pedri gonzalez #yannick carrasco #joao felix fluff #joao felix smut

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corriganatheart · 1 year

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Deepest Secret 🔞 Final / Jude Bellingham x reader x Trent Alexander Arnold

Synopsis: As your secret relationship with Jude grows, your feelings are brought into the mix, and you realize that Jude might have other motives than just being your deepest secret.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader x Trent A. Arnold

Genre: Enemies to lover, and Forbidden romance

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing, Mention of sexual contents

“Your kidding, right?” You asked while staring at your boyfriend’s definition of breakfast. Trent grins and cuts the piece of the strawberry pancake before shoving it into your mouth. “It’s a Friday. I wanted to make something delicious for my baby,” he shrugs and returns to frying the bacon. You playfully roll your eyes and sit on the stool. Quickly glancing at Trent’s back, you swipe to your messages to see Jude has already sent you several text.

J: Good morning beautiful 😘 hope to see u tonight?😜

J: my day is done by 8 pm. Movies at my place?

J: heard Trent’s traveling soon. Wanna stay during that time?

J: I miss you🥲

You think of what to say as the smell of delicious bacon hits your nose, and the sound of Trent whistling in the background distracts you. You and Jude had met up a couple of times after returning from Bora Bora. And every time you went over to his place, you thought of ways to break things off, but Jude was too persuasive and too touchy even to let you finish your explanation. He has mentioned several times that he was ok with being a secret and that he’ll continue to be one as long as you stay by his side. It was an awful situation, and you do feel bad because Trent was in the dark, and when he finds out, it’ll shatter him. “You’re awfully quiet,” the sound of Trent’s voice caught you off guard. You shut your phone and smile at your boyfriend. He was in nothing but pajamas pant and looked hot as fuck while making breakfast. Guilt starts to fill you up again while staring at his cheerful face. This was the man you fell in love with two years ago, and you just let it go for a guy that has been treating you like shit. Gosh, you were such an awful person.

“Do you want to come with me, baby?” He asked as he watched you eat his food. You shrugged, “work.” Trent’s smile slowly fades away and it has come to you that, you guys haven't had a decent time together since vacation. You were always out, or he was always busy with work. You don't even remember the last time the two of you has gotten intimate. Everyone around you thinks you two will be pregnant any time soon, but ever since you started hooking up with Jude, you've ignored Trent's initiative and him. "You know I would if I can," you lied and placed your hand on his for confirmation. Trent softly smiles, looks down at your hand, and then rubs the finger where future promises are made. "When the season is over, I want us to take a vacation. Just you and me," he says and kisses the finger. Anyone who isn't blind can clearly see that he is giving hints, and although it would've made you happy months ago, right now you were stunned. Trent is slowly planning his future with you while you are secretly ruining it. Not looking into his eyes, you guiltily said, "That would be a perfect babe."

Jude plays with the lighter in his hand as he stares up at the ceiling. He had just returned from a photo shoot and was wearing a black tux, the tie lying loosely around his neck. You had told him that you were coming over tonight, and he was excited until he saw a paparazzi photo of you dropping Trent off at the airport and you were kissing, the both of you looked incredible in love. What a shame that it was his best friend that you were making out with because if it was anyone else, he would've made sure his mouth was ripped off of his face.

Jude was very persistent in keeping you by his side, even if it meant lying to his long-time friend. Sometimes he becomes selfish and has foolish thoughts like exposing your secret just so everyone can turn their back on you, and you would have to seek shelter in him. But that was an irrational thought because his future would also be a blur, and the whole team would hate him. To everyone, you were the perfect innocent girlfriend of Trent Alexander Arnold, but only Jude knew who you really were, he always knew. It was exciting to make everyone believe that you two hated one another but really you were into each other. It's a fun game until Jude realizes that you weren't entirely his and that the most you ever see of him is a fuck buddy and nothing else. Clenching his fist at the thought of that, Jude pulls up his phone and makes a call.

It was already 10:00 A.M when you received a text from Lucia, an article attached to her message filled with disgusted face emojis. You pulled up the article and to your surprise, it was a photo of Jude out at the club last night with the same model he took to Bora Bora. She was wearing a skin-tight dress that you wore on the beach, the night you hooked up with Jude, even her hair was styled the same way. You clench your phone when you see the way Jude looks at her in the photo, filled with lust and excitement. You knew what he was doing, he was upset that you didn't go to his place last night after your passionate kiss with Trent, and was trying to remind you that he could get any girl. It was toxic, a total red flag, but you were beyond upset and want nothing more than to piss him off. He knew how you felt about that girl, and still, he decided to throw your insecurities right at you. Not wanting to show Jude your weakness, you decided tonight would be a perfect girl's night.

"Ugh I swear, I need like fifty shots," Lucia says as soon as you guys step into the club. You grin and lead her and the other girls to the bar. Immediately a couple of the guys notice your group and were already trying to get your attention. "How are you ladies doing tonight?" a cute guy with a Spanish accent asked. Lucia and you both backed away and let the single ladies handle him. "So why did we have to come to this club?" Lucia asked in disgust, knowing that it is the same club Jude flaunted that girl. "Because you said you wanted to piss that girl off," you shrugged. Lucia gives you a glare, knowing damn well that wasn't the reason. You chuckle and start ordering drinks for everyone. "How's Trent doing? You guys loving the married life?" She sarcastically asked. You rolled your eyes, and just smile. "He's actually husband material." Lucia nods in agreement because she has been around you and Trent long enough to know that the two of you were perfect for one another and that Trent loves you so much. Feeling yourself getting sad at that thought, you ask the bartender to hurry up so you can drown your thoughts. "If he was to ask you to marry him would you say yes?" You stare at Lucia as she waits for your response. She raises an eyebrow, expecting you to respond immediately with no hesitation. "Is everything ok?" she asked, becoming suspicious of you. Just when you were about to let her know that you have doubts, the bartender slides your drinks in place. "Have fun ladies," he winks causing Lucia to laugh. You sigh in relief and pulled all your friends to the dance floor.

"OMG!" Lucia shouted, causing you to turn to where she was pointing. Walking through the door were Marcus Rashford, Jude Bellingham, Bukayo Saka, and a couple of their friends. Everyone in the club looked star-struck as they stared and cheered at the sight. Many girls were already running up to them, whereas your group was frightened and trying to sneak your way out of sight. The guys that had joined your group were also star-struck and talking about wanting to get photos. You awkwardly dragged Lucia along with you as the other girls also tried to sneak away. But before you guys could leave through the other door, Marcus and the boys surrounded you and glared at you. Lucia sloppily waved at her fiance, and he pulled her by his side, whereas Saka tried to help the other girls that were super drunk. Jude stares down at you with his arms crossed, looking bored and annoyed simultaneously. "When you guys said girls' night, I didn't expect to be surrounded by drunk horny men!" Marcus shouted through the music. You rolled your eyes at him, and security approached you guys because the crowd was getting rowdy. "Oh, come on, you know this is what boy's night looks like too." Marcus glares at you and motions for Jude to hold on to you because you are getting a little tipsy too. You cross your arms before Jude can touch you, and he grins down at you as you give him a dirty look. “I don’t need your help,” you said. Marcus looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “You have no choice; Saka and the others are driving your friends home.” You turn to your friends, who are all about to pass out, and then you turn to Lucia, who is now lying on Marcus's shoulder, nearly sleeping. Frowning, you nod for Jude to lead the way, and all of you start walking out as cameras flashes everywhere.

Trent calls you a few minutes later after you guys squeeze out of the club's parking lot. "Yeah, the paparazzi were everywhere after the boys decided to come," you said bitterly. Jude glances at you and smirks. Rolling your eyes, you go back to paying attention to your boyfriend. "Yeah, Jude is taking me home right now," you said, although you know the street that he just turned was the opposite of where you live. Trent then continues to talk about his trip, and you continue to look ahead, thinking of the awkward situation. As you listen to your boyfriend talk, you feel a warm hand linger on your thighs. You glare at Jude, only to see him smirk as he continues to trail up your dress while looking ahead. “I missed you, baby,” Trent says with a frustrated sigh like he was stressed from work. “Me too,” you breathed out. You tried to move Jude’s hand out of the way, but he was way too quick and pulled your panty aside and immediately spread your center with his fingers. “Just a couple more days,” Trent says as he continues to talk about his plans for the two of you after he gets back into town. You breathe heavily and hums a couple of time to remind Trent that you’re still on the line. Jude smirks as he inserts his middle finger into you, causing you to lift your hips a little. Your breathing increased as Jude continued to mess with you, and the sound of wetness was pretty intense, but you muted your phone, only unmuting it to respond. Jude wasn’t the slightest phased by the way his finger worked you.

When he felt you getting tight, he would pause, and you couldn’t do anything because you also had to focus on Trent. It was like he was trying to prove a point, trying to remind you how good he could give it to you. Jude glances at your frustrated form as you try to roll your hips on his finger; he wasn’t moving his fingers because he knew you were close, and he wanted you to beg for it. “Baby, are you still there?” Trent asked, and you quickly unmuted the phone. “Yes, babe, I’m listening.” You hear Trent chuckle as he continues to speak. Jude smirks and quickly starts fingering you, and you have to cover your mouth from moaning. You glance over at him, and he looks ahead, his other hand fisting the steering wheel and his dick bulging through his jeans. You quickly mute the phone after realizing that you are close to cumming. “Jude,” you whispered, noticing his mouth twitching. “Please,” you begged. He smirks and finally twirls his middle finger causing you to moan out his name. “I love you, baby,” you heard Trent say on the phone as you make a mess in Jude’s car.

Next Morning

Fans suspect something must be going on with Jude Bellingham and Trent Alexander Arnold’s girlfriend. Although there were several other people, she left alone with him while her friends left in a separate car.

You groaned as you tried to block out the background noise. This must be another dream where you get caught hooking up with your boyfriend’s best friend.

Arnold, who is doing a shoot in LA, has been getting Instagram comments saying his best friend and girlfriend are fooling him. Although this is an accusation, fans are determined to have Arnold’s back.

Realizing that this was probably too specific to be a dream, you immediately jerk up from the pillow causing your head to explode in pain. “Fuck!” You shouted as you clenched your forehead. You weren’t dreaming because now the tv has moved on to other soccer updates. “Good morning,” a well-recognized voice says. You tilt your head back to see Jude sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand. Immediately, you pulled the cover off and were startled after realizing you were in nothing but his t-shirt. “What happened?” You asked. Jude just lifts an eyebrow and watches you stumble out of bed and sit on the edge. “You think I would do anything while you’re unconscious?” He asked in a defensive tone. You don’t respond, causing him to look disappointed and continue to drink his coffee. “It’s all over the news, you know,” he mumbles. You look at the screen to see another news anchor reporting on the scene from the nightclub.

You fist the corner of the t-shirt after the news anchor says that everyone believes you and Jude are hiding something. Jude looked unfazed, like his friendship with Trent wasn’t in line. “I need to speak with my boyfriend,” you muttered and saw the slightest frustration on Jude’s face. Ignoring him, you reach for your phone only to see tons of missed calls from Trent and numerous messages from your friends. You sighed, excusing yourself to the bathroom, and dialed Trent’s number. This isn’t how his trip is supposed to go; he shouldn’t have to deal with this. He doesn’t deserve this.

The person you’re calling is not accepting calls right now.

It’s obvious the way they’re looking at one another shows there some tension 🤨

Oh fuck no! Trent deserves so much better

Ewww what do they see in her?

Y’all remember that TikTok theory that suggested something going on between Jude and Y/N?

Going home alone with your boyfriend’s bestfriend….Ahum yeah no.

Lol Trent is now Joáo Félix #2

You scroll through the comments under the article suggesting that you’re cheating on Trent with Jude. Everyone, literally everyone, was blaming everything on you, and some even went as far as threatening you. Jude has also been on the phone all morning, talking to his mother and his manager about what to do. He was also getting heat from BVB and England fans, but he wasn't displaying any anger; he was more worried about you than anything.

"My team plans on realizing a statement that says I was just taking care of you per Trent's request," Jude says after getting off the phone. You nod and stare at the photo of Trent getting crowded at the airport. You found out that Trent isn't able to pick up your call because he is on the plane right now and is coming home. Trent knew you went to the club and got picked up by Jude, but he didn’t realize you had spent the night at Jude’s place. Your house also has security cameras, so by now, you assumed he has checked whether you made it home and is disappointed to the point where he has to come back early. You have so much explaining to do, and there isn’t much you can do besides tell the truth. Trent didn’t deserve this, and you would never be able to forgive yourself if he was to get blamed for something you did. “Hey,” Jude says and sits down next to you. “I’ll handle this,” he says as he cups your cheeks and examines your tired eyes. You look at him, and he is as exhausted as you were, slightly shaken by the event that unfolded quickly. “You..you were with another girl, and I-” you cried in your hands. “I feel so stupid. If I hadn’t let my feelings get the best of me, this would’ve never happened.” Jude pulls you into a hug immediately and pats your head. “Baby, everything will be ok,” he whispers. “I’ll handle it.”

The house was cold and quiet when you arrived. Jude reassures you that he’ll release a statement and solve any misunderstanding. When he dropped you off, you were nervous, almost scared to go into your house, but he kissed you to calm your nerves. You’re sure he wants you to fix things with Trent before he speaks to him. You should’ve known that this wasn’t going to end well. “Trent!” You called out, but no response. You walk into the kitchen, and he isn’t there, but then you hear something from the basement. Calming yourself, you walk down the basement only to see the place looking like the FBI raided it. On the giant tv screen was the news of you and Jude and theories that tiktokers made up. “Omg,” you muttered when you saw Trent on the couch that was half torn, his hands bleeding from punching the wall. “Trent!” You screamed and ran over to him and grabbed his hand. He doesn’t respond; he lets you have your way.

You gently bandaged his hands as you felt his cold glares trailing up your face. He was quiet, unresponsive, unconscious, almost like a dead soul. “What happened to you?” You asked, panicking at his bruising fist. Trent doesn’t respond; he tilts his head back on the couch and raises the volume of the tv. It was another video of someone explaining your secret relationship with Jude and how it must’ve been going on for a while. Trent stares at you as you try to think of ways to explain the situation to him. He needed the truth, and you were not ready for the consequences.

“Care to enlighten me, baby?” Trent asked. You gulped and reached for his hands, but he stopped you before you could. “Don’t fucking touch me.” His cold tone causes you to shudder, and you almost break down in front of him. You’ve never seen this side of him, and you hate it. “How long?” He asked, already knowing the truth. Without looking into his eyes, you said, “Before Bora Bora.” He closes his eyes, heart-shattering at your answer. He was in so much pain, and he wanted nothing more than to hurt you, but he wasn’t going to. He loves you so much, but what you did was beyond forgivable. And nothing was ever going to solve this.

“Did you ever think of me?” He asked, voice cracking along the way. “You let the two years go like it was fucking nothing.” Your heart breaks at the mention of that, and you slowly start tearing up. “I’m so sorry, Trent. There is nothing I can say that would justify my action.” Sighing, he stands up and looks down at your trembling form. Both of you stare at one another, looking into each other’s eyes, the last two years flashing between one another. “I loved you so much,” he sighs; closing his eyes, he places his forehead on yours. You cried as he caressed your cheeks, wiping the tears along the way. “It could’ve been anyone, Y/N. It could’ve been someone else, but it just had to be Jude. You could’ve cheated on me with my coach, my rival, or anyone, and I wouldn’t be as fucked up as I am right now. Please tell me the reason; tell me why,” he cries. You pulled him into a hug, comforting him as he breaks down on your shoulder, whispering how much he hates you, and how much he wanted to hurt you. But he couldn’t because he loves you.

The rest of the night ended with you packing your things and Trent locking himself in the guest room. He didn’t want to see you leave, but he didn’t want to be near you. You fucked up his brain, his heart, and his pride. If he could have it his way, he would have taken his revenge by fucking every one of your friends. Just to hurt you, but he was Trent. He loved you and still does, and the last thing he wanted was to stomp down that low. The two years' worth of memories were still alive in his mind, and he wanted nothing but to tear them up. You still haven’t given him answers, but one day he knew he would hear it, but right now, you guys needed to distance yourself. He feels so betrayed. So used, so tired, so hurt by your action. And the devastating thing was, he couldn’t confine in his best friend that he trusted. It was not an end to one relationship, but two, and he paid the price for two people's mistakes.

3 months later

Trent Alexander Arnold is left out of England squad. Southgate has named a 25-man squad for the Three Lions' upcoming Euro 2024 qualifying matches with Italy and Ukraine, and Trent is not in the lineup. People believe it is due to the scandal three months ago, where Trent announced his breakup with his long-term girlfriend because she was accused of cheating with his best friend, Jude Bellingham. Bellingham, still in the England squad, released a statement three months ago clarifying the misunderstanding and stating that he has a good relationship with Y/N and they’re still friends despite her break up with Arnold. Arnold did not further comment on the topic and ignored the media's questions regarding his relationship with Bellingham.

You turn off the tv and stare up at the ceiling. It has been three months since you quit your job and hid from the world. After Trent announced the breakup, you deactivated your social media and turned in your two weeks' notice. You knew the consequences were severe, and it would take years before anyone moved on. But this was all your fault, so you can’t blame anyone but yourself.

Looking at the bookshelves to your right, you sat up from the couch and decided to read a new book. Jude brought books every time he visited because he felt terrible that he couldn’t always be with you. The private secluded house he rented for you was far from the outside world, and no one knew the location. It was the perfect getaway house, but you get bored quickly.

Looking through the bookshelves, you see a gray cover book that seems slightly out of place. You pull it out and examine the cover; it is blank, with the initial J on the bottom. It doesn’t look like an ordinary book but a notebook or diary. Sighing, you were about to open it when you heard the door open, suggesting that Jude was here. You smile as he walks in with a bag full of groceries, and he is still in his practice clothes. “Hey,” he says and places the bags down on the floor. “Hi,” you mumbled and looked down at the book. Jude walks towards you and quickly grabs the book in your hand and tosses it on the couch. “How’s my baby?” He asked. You smile and look down at your stomach, which has a little bump already. He grins and slowly gets on his knees, and places his head on your belly. You smile and caress his hair, smiling at the sight below you. You knew what you did was a mistake, and it should’ve never happened, but things turned out a lot different than you expected. You didn’t think Jude would be there to pick up the pieces, but he did; he took you in and protected you from the outside world. You know you have unfinished business with Trent, and once the world sees you again, they’ll be quick to judge, but that was the price you had to pay for, but at least you have Jude and the baby growing inside of you.

Jude smiles as he watches you look through baby clothes that he purchased. He was happy, so pleased that things turned out for the best. He thought he would lose you, but instead, you agreed to let him protect you and hide you from the outside world. He picks up the notebook you were holding and goes to his office. Locking the door, he opens the notebook, and drawings and pictures of you appear on every notebook page. He grins as he sees his plans written out perfectly. One by one, he tears them and tosses them into the fireplace. You didn’t need to see any of these. You would never understand and would freak out. From the beginning, ever since he tasted you, he has become obsessed and planned everything. He planned the incident where Saka was drunk and told Trent to take him home even though Harry suggested he did. He suggested Marcus' birthday be at a private club so he could spend time with you. He suggested the team bonding at Bora Bora to see you again. He even hired a model to be his date and act slutty so you could be jealous and triggered. And he called the boys to raid Girl’s Night and also made sure paparazzi were called so you could be photographed. And he didn’t mean to go this far, but he planned all along to get you pregnant so you wouldn’t be able to leave him. Smiling, he watches as the notebook burns, hiding his deepest secret.

The End

Note: Trent deserves better, and I’m thinking of writing from his pov. Jude and Y/N got a happy ending, and it’s not fair that Trent is left suffering. But Y/N doesn’t know who Jude is, and although she did Trent wrong, I think if Trent finds out about Jude’s obsession, he will help her. But he also deserves his own happy ending.

Trent's POV Final

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deirdre-belle · 1 year

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That Laugh - Jerome Valeska x Reader

Summary: Y/N shows everyone what happens when they mess with her ginger. Warnings: Swearing, violence, and pls tell me if I forgot to add anything. A/N: Part 2 to Itsy Bitsy

She was fuming.

What started off as another day in Arkham, locked up with her favorite person, turned into a day of revenge. Against who? She was going to find out.

"Who did this to you?" She interrogated Jerome as she examined the purple bruising around his eye and imagined all the horrible things she planned to do to the person responsible.

"Who do you think?" Jerome scoffed, gently slapping her hand away from his face when she accidentally pressed her thumb a little too hard on his bruise.

Y/N followed his line of sight to the inmate talking loudly on the other side of the dining hall.

"Ryan?"She questioned, her eyes flashing with something akin to anger. She made a choking gesture with her hands and said with a humorless laugh, "I'm going to strangle him."

"Yeah. I'm sure he'd love that," Jerome spat, which Y/N raised a brow at. "Come on, doll. He's been drooling over you since he got here."

"Really?" She perked up, sneaking a peek at the inmate who was indeed staring at her as though she were a piece of meat, before looking back at her friend who scrunched his nose in annoyance. "Relax, J. Gingers are more my type."

"Ha. Very funny," Jerome laughed.

He thought she was joking, but he failed to notice her expression fall for a split second before faking a smile and laughing along with him.

They continued to talk for the remainder of lunch until the guards sent them back to their cells to wait for the next mealtime. Y/N kissed Jerome on the cheek before bidding him farewell and telling him she'll see him at dinner.

Looking back on it now, Jerome's not sure he should have believed her.

Dinner began nearly ten minutes ago, and Y/N still hadn't shown up. It hadn't escaped his notice that Y/N wasn't the only one who hadn't shown up for dinner. Ryan was also missing from the cafeteria, which didn't sit well with Jerome who could only imagine the kinds of things they were probably doing.

He couldn't describe the anger he felt at the idea of the two of them together. Y/N was his friend. Not Ryan's. Y/N belonged to him. Not that pathetic ass who was only pretending to be insane just so he wouldn't have to go to Blackgate. Well, it wouldn't be much better here. Jerome would make sure of that.

His thoughts of vengeance were interrupted when he heard the screams. It was nothing like the screams he heard in any horror movie he'd seen nor has he heard any of the other inmate let out such blood curdling screams.

The guards immediately ran towards the sound, and the other inmates ran towards the gate hoping to get a good view of whatever was going on. Jerome stayed seated. He had a feeling he knew who those wails belonged to.

Then he heard that laugh. It was gleefully maniacal and absolutely hysterical, and would probably scare the socked off most people, but it made Jerome feel a certain way. It was as though her laugh was a drug and he was addicted to the sound of it.

It wasn't long before Jerome found himself cackling too.

Everyone watched as half of the guards struggled to get Ryan away from the source of his terror and the other half dragging a still-cackling Y/N towards the gate. While Ryan had to be carried off, Y/N was forcefully shoved into the dining hall by a very angered orderly.

Y/N's eyes met Jerome's and she gleefully sauntered over to him and sat in her usual spot across from him.

"After dinner, I'm being sent to solitary confinement," She beamed.

She looked up when Jerome didn't say anything and her smile grew despite mistaking his besotted expression for pride. If only she knew, Jerome thought, though today he was content knowing that he didn't have to share her with anyone.

Eventually, two orderlies arrived to escort Y/N away. As usual, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, bid him farewell, and asked him to take care of Bitsy until she returned.

"Oh, and you don't have to worry about Ryan. He won't be bothering you again," She smirked before leaving.

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GITJ Post 333: A Saturday at Melissa's, p8 (6pm, Lakshmi)

“Hi there,” I said, watching his eyes go wide and his mouth drop seeing me, standing there in Melissa’s downstairs bathroom, my leggings pulled down past my bottom. Instead of screaming and panicking like I would have done just three months ago if a boy walked in on me changing, I just stood there. I was calm, and I let him look at me. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I was proud of my body, and how it was changing, what it was becoming.

“Oh my god I’m s-sorry!” he blurted, but I stopped him with a word as he moved to close the door again.

“No, stop,” I said, and immediately he did. He froze in his tracks for me. “It is okay, I am just changing.” I stood there longer, I did not move. His eyes went back to my behind, I watched him, and I smiled. “You can stay and watch if you want.”

“y-yeah no…I was just trying to…but I don’t have a suit…” The poor thing sounded confused and lost. He obviously needed someone to help him again, but even after what we had done together this week, he was still shy.

“You were trying to find a place to change, too?” I asked patiently. He nodded, and I knew I should not laugh. I could barely believe that this was Dr. J, my boss for these past years, and this was me. And it had come to be like this. He was like a little boy who just walked in on his mommy’s friend in the bathroom. He looked so embarrassed. “Why don’t you go find the other ladies, they are in the pool. They can help.”

He looked at me - not my bum, haha, but in my eyes in the mirror this time - and left. He had listened to me. Good boy.

We were going swimming! Like many of the others, I had not known this house had an indoor pool and did not come prepared. But after a few glasses of afternoon wine from the cellar we figured it would be fun! With Dr. J, now awake and fed I had the chance to pick out an old swimsuit of Melissa’s from the stash we had found in storage, in the basement. Her mom had kept bins of them from Melissa’s teen years. I chose a pretty blue one-piece that looked like it might fit around my bust (now that I am so much bigger up there than I was haha) but oh my goodness the buttttt….

…

“C’mon in Lakshmi we’re teaching him to swim..!”

It was so nice, Melissa’s mother’s house. I mean, my family’s home was nice too, my father had made good money since coming to the United States. But it was not like this, not this big, not this modern and elegant. And we certainly did not have an indoor pool! Melissa’s mother must be very wealthy and successful to afford this house, much more so than my father. She kept everything perfect and beautiful, and this pool area was not an exception. It was a large, glassed-in enclosure, with plants and furniture and nice lighting. A big rock formation took up one part of one wall, bringing an earthy, natural vibe to the whole environment . It was warm, even in November, and above the chlorine I could sense the girls had already filled it with our perfumes. Melissa hadn’t arrived yet - she said she would be coming with Shanette when they were done shopping - but there were many of us here already, both on the pool deck relaxing, sitting on the pool’s edge, and in the water itself.

I smiled in greeting at the group drinking wine in the lounge chairs as I made my way into the big indoor pool room. I caught myself laughing, seeing it. Some girls were on the pool deck, relaxing, but Josie, Randi and the two desk girls Bobbi and Brittni had Dr. J in the pool, in the deeper end. They were…giving him swimming lessons?

“He says he used to be able to swim?” Brittni said. She was wearing a brief yellow bikini. “But look-“

I took my first step into the pool and watched as Brittni, who had been holding Dr. J under the armpits, pushed him away from her. She was in water shallow enough for her to stand, but apparently too deep for Dr. J. He had become smaller, recently, the poor thing, while Brittni and Bobbi were each probably 5’8” at this point., just like me. We all watched as he started to flounder, beating awkwardly at the water with his hands and arms. I felt my own heart flutter in a protective reflex, and took another two quick steps down the pool stairs, but he was quickly rescued by Bobbi, who took him underneath the arms again. Her bikini matched her friend’s; the two looked nearly like twins, and their hair looked darker than I remembered.

“Tell Lakshmi what you told us,” called Randi, who was treading water in the deepest area of the pool. Her smile was really big, really white. She looked to be wearing a black bikini, big breasts buoyant.

Now secure in Bobbi’s arms, Dr. J looked sheepishly over at me as I slowly waded into the water. “Y-yeah I used to be able to, but now I can’t…” he said, his voice so delightfully reticent, like an embarrassed little boy.

“Yeah he’s lost the ability to swim,” Randi purred, in her smoky voice.

Coos and clucks greeted that, coming from all over the big warm room. “That’s sooo adorable, isn’t it?” burst Aubrey, who was sitting on the pool’s edge, quiet to this point. Her long legs kicked lazily into the water, and a black one-piece clung to her surprisingly dramatic, elegant curves. She looked at Dr. J with a warm, protective gaze that made me feel a nice attachment to her. In response, Dr. J had hid his face, tucking his chin to his chest.

Oooo!

Was he giving us the impression that he was a weak, vulnerable man on purpose? Did he want to look like someone who needed the protection of women? The way he clung to Bobbi’s arms, a young bosomy girl who held him out of the water for his safety, certainly made it seem that way. Maybe it was our perfumes that were doing this to him, or maybe he wanted us to pamper and parent him like a crowd of swimsuit aunties. Because if that was what he was trying to get us to do…he was doing a pretty good job of it!

“Let’s see him try again, He’s so cute when he struggles,” <video link, sound on!> Katie said, leaning over the pool in her blue bikini. I watched his eyes go up to her, from down below in the pool. He looked stunned, and I could not blame him. She is so pretty, with her blonde hair and makeup perfect even on a casual night like this. All the girls, in fact, looked amazing. I could not believe these were my friends. “Go ahead, sweetie, try to swim,” she urged, “you’re going to do great.”

I watched, we all watched, as Bobbi held him, and then talked gently in his ear, readying him to try to paddle across the pool again. Brittni held her arms out, expectant. “Come on, little guy, come on…” she cooed, “Come to Brittni.”

Another chorus of ‘awwwwwws..!’ came from the group of us as he tried the best he could to doggie-paddle his way to the curvy dark-haired girl. He panted and struggled, and after Brittini took a step or two closer, he finally reached her. We all cheered.

“Yayyyy..!”

“So good, sweetie!”

“Oh my gosh you’re swimming!”

“Maybe we should get him some floaties,” drawled Amelia, who was inspecting her nails at the pool’s edge, seated on a lounger.

Everyone watched, and chatted, and talked and drank wine and I joined in on the lesson, helping him when he needed to stay afloat. From time to time he would cling to me. His little muscles would tire from all the exercise, and I held him so he could have a rest. His skin felt so good against mine and I could feel his ribs press against my breasts. I made sure to talk gently to him, as I could tell he was still embarrassed. At one point I let him go, to hold onto the wall in the shallow end so I could take a glass of wine from Katie, who offered me one from across the pool.

“That suit look sooo nice on you, Kiki,” Josie complimented me...

”The color is really pretty? That nice blue?” said Bobbi.

”Don’t you think so Dr J?” asked Brittni.

I could feel his eyes on my bottom as I was reaching for the wine glass. My butt had gotten so big that I knew it must be bursting out the behind. Melissa had been a curvy teen, I am sure, but my butt was obviously way bigger than hers when she fit into this suit! Dr. J was having a hard time looking away from me, but soon his attention was torn elsewhere. Looking up, I saw that Katarina was at the glass door which led from the main living area's great room into the pool. Someone had maybe locked it and she was knocking, and pressing her big boobs into the glass, trying to get in. A big smile was on her face, and her breasts looked enormous in a bikini of midnight blue, pancake-squashed up against the slider. “Let me in..!” she called, voice muffled by the glass. She then planted a big kiss on the floor-to-frame pane.

“Haha okay okay hold on you impatient Polish milf!” said Randi as Katarina pulled away a bit, leaving a huge pucker lipstick mark where her kiss had been, “Those milkers might just bust right through!” Randi had moved to unlock the door and finally Katarina stepped back, to allow it to slide open. Two big, moist mammary-marks remained for a moment, before slowly fading.

“Oh my god Katarina look at you!” Josie laughed, as she stared at the blonde’s overly ample chest.The tall, Eastern European woman stepped into the pool area, sliding the door closed behind her.

“Sorry, I had call husband, at home,” Katarina said, apologizing for having stepped away, “He nervous with babies.” She was thin, but as a new, nursing mother her breasts were humongous and she knew it “Yes Josephine, I pump earlier. I fill all bottles I bring. But look, so swollen again! It like they know someone hungry.”

I could not help but look over at Dr. J who, from the side of the pool, starred up in awe at Katarina. The poor thing. We all know how he is, and being surrounded by a bevy of us like this must be so hard on him. Everywhere he turned there was something or someone curvy. His employees, his assistants, his secretaries and helpers, here in weekend mode, relaxed and casual and all in swimsuits must have been quite the test.

Brittni and Bobbi, in fact, looking like twin sisters in their matching bikinis, were moving back across the pool to him. It was cute, watching his eyes bulge, and then them squish him between themselves…

Maybe it was all the wine, or something in the air, but the girls (myself included haha!) were all being so affectionate with him. And the best thing? He was letting us! It was like he had given in, relaxed, and just let himself enjoy the attention. There was no sense of jealousy among us, there was no thought that we were doing something we shouldn’t. Melissa loved us, she loved him, we all loved one another. There was a new feeling of family that had grown strong and warm. I watched him smile awkwardly, sandwiched between the B-girls, and felt my heart open tenderly. He is ours to protect and care for, I could feel it, and we could do such a good job!

The girls played with him in the water some more, giggling, and Josie and I sat together in the hot tub and poured each other wine. Josie was making fun of how frizzy my hair got, around the pool -

- so mean haha! After some time there was a buzz in the air - an actual buzz! - and we could tell Melissa was soon to arrive. We all became giddy and when she appeared in the doorway, the glass sliding open, many of us gasped

She was so beautiful.

“Oh good, Mommy’s home!” Josie sang.

She stepped in, casual as can be somehow, even as all eyes were drawn magnetically to her. Looking tall, taller than I ever remember seeing her from my seat in the tub, she was absolutely the queen in this castle. If all the girls looked pretty in their swimsuits, Melissa was no less than a bikini goddess built of pure curves that boggled minds. She strode in wearing ribbed swim top of navy blue with a thin, white towel around her womanly hips, ready to swim. Her legs were long, shapely and muscular, her waist and abdominals trimly and impossibly fit.

“Jesus Missy, look at you,” Amelia said, uncharacteristically stunned. Melissa’s curves, her musculature, her long limbs and perfect skin seemed to call to mind something more than human.

“Wow Miss,” Katie said, echoed by Randi. Others - Aubrey, Katarina, the B-girls and myself - were speechless. How could a human be so perfect?

Melissa smiled and her eyes sparkled in the dim light, but that was all the acknowledgment she gave us. She seemed focused on one thing. “How’s my baby?” she spoke, eyes on Dr. J where he was held up in the far end of the pool by Brittni and Bobbi. As Melissa slowly stepped in, towards the pool steps, her gaze was fixed the whole time.

“We measured him today,” Josie called out from beside me, “he’s lost a couple more inches.”

We watched as, casually, Melissa loosened the towel and let it drop from her hips to the floor, just before the steps. Some of us gasped again as now she was fully on display, with brief bikini bottoms baring bountiful hips. From our angle in the hot tub, Josie and I had a view of her bottom, which was huge and magnificent.

“Is that right, sweetie?” Melissa asked him, as her first toes entered the water, “You got measured?”

“Yeah puppy tell her how tall you are now,” Randi spoke, as she walked over towards us, approaching the hot tub. ‘Puppy’? That was a new term. I liked it!

Eyes in the room were now on Dr. J, still held up between the B-girls, their big breasts squashed into either side of him. His jaw was ajar, and his eyes glazed.

“C’mon spill it,” Amelia groaned, feigning her typical disinterest but brilliant blue eyes full of intelligence. We all felt it, how primal this moment was. “Tell us all your height., we forget. And Missy needs to know.”

Melissa started to wade into the pool taking one step and then another as she slowly walked towards him. Her eyes were gleaming now and still locked on his, keeping his gaze with her crooked smile. But she didn’t say a word, letting us urge him to speak.

“Tell her, Dr. J,” Aubrey teased.

“Yeah sweetie it’s okay,” I heard myself say.

“I’m 4'10”,” he blurted, voice cracking adorably but carrying enough for Melissa to hear. Her smile widened as we all sighed, and then deepened as she began to close the distance between them. The water parted for her, making way as her large body pushed waves to ripple across the pool’s surface. Three-plus feet of water came barely up to her bottom, but every step she took brought her deeper.

Just then, aside me, Josie spoke up. “ooooooo and chocolate mommy too!”

“‘Chocolate Mommy?’” said Shanette, who had just stepped into the room, “for real?” Greetings were called out, and Shanette slid the door closed behind herself, sealing us all in once again. She, too, was in a swimsuit, and had breasts that rivaled Katarina’s in size. She said hellos, smiling at us each as she set a new bottle of wine down on a poolside table. Then she looked at Dr. J, still in the B-girls’ arms. The platinum blonde Katie had drifted alongside them. “So it looks like someone here has a little harem, doesn’t he?” Shanette asked.

That brought a titter of giggles from the girls in the pool, hands brushing his thin chest.

“A harem, hm?” Melissa purred, one brow cocked as she still approached the little group in the deeper water, closing the distance slowly, “Who else is coming?”

“Oh, a few more people, I forget,” Josie answered, “We invited most everyone.”

“Angie? Cici?” someone asked.

“Does they even still work here?” Randi posited. It was an honest question; no one could remember seeing them, recently though in fact neither had missed a day of work,, “Who’s Cici again?” Some had even forgotten their names.

“Well, you have lots of girls tonight,” Melissa concluded, “What a lucky little man.” She sounded amused, tolerant, advancing on them. From behind her I watched as she took a moment to gather up her thick dark hair, pinning it up. I admired the musculature of her back and shoulders. “Well, that’s nice honey, I’m glad all my friends are here,” she said, having come close enough to reach out to him, “but Wifey’s home now.”

The girls all giggled again.

”Come here,” she purred, a deep satisfaction in her voice as the B-girls gently let him go, as Melissa’s hands reached under his thin arms and took him from their curvy bodies, “Mommy wants to say hello to daddy.”

We all, fixated, cooed and clucked our approval, watching Melissa bring him to herself, as the girls stepped back. She tucked him onto her side, settling him on her left hip, smiling tenderly. He found his legs curled around her waist underwater, his arms thrown about her long, graceful neck above. Their gazes were locked into each other, and the moment was so romantic! She started to slowly walk him around the pool.

“Oh, Missy, this is so adorable,” someone said.

It gave all of us a deep satisfaction to see them together, like all was right again in the world. Something in the air - not just the warm water - heated our blood, brought pleasure to us. His erection pushed into her side; it was like we could all feel it.

“Mmmm what are you wearing, honey?” we heard her purr. Her eyes were heavy lidded, enjoying the moment herself.

“I, uh, didn’t have a suit…” he answered sheepishly.

“We let him swim in his boxers,” Aubrey offered.

“Yeah he was too shy to go naked,” Randi said.

“Oh we can fix that,” Melissa smiled, and then pressed her lips firmly against his own.

We saw as the surprise almost caused him to recoil but Melissa’s lips seemed to draw him in. They engulfed his mouth and took hold of his face. She was in charge of their kissing, it was easy to see, and he passively allowed her to swallow him down into it. He looked blissful, held and kissed by his lover, and it made my thighs shiver imagining what they both must be feeling. He didn’t even notice as they lazily walked to the shallows, up the stairs and then back down into the attached hot tub, to be bathed in the warmth of it with Josie and me. We cooed to them in greeting but he seemed unaware that we were even there, so consumed by her kiss he was. All he knew was that when her lips released him he had no strength left and could only let Melissa support him as she now sat on the cement bench which circled the inside of the tub. She settled his smaller body on her lap, supporting him with her strong arms.The feeling of his body relaxing on her own was obviously both soothing and exciting for them both.

Melissa released him from her kiss, and looked deep down into his fluttering eyes. I realized that none of us had said anything for quite some time.

Shanette was first to speak; she was standing on the steps of the main pool, behind Melissa. “What did we talk about, Missy?” she asked,

At that, as if reminded of something, Melissa giggled and, with one hand still supporting his back, lowered the straps of her bikini partway down her shoulders. Dr. J’s eyes immediately went to her chest and she, gathering her shoulders, bulged her enormous breasts together, causing them to balloon upwards and him to moan. They were right in front of his face, and looked big enough to swallow his head.

“That’s right, go to mama,” I heard Shanette whisper.

“oh my god…” he breathed, despite himself.

“That’s right, she’s so big, isn’t she Dr. J?” Randi purred, walking towards us on the deck.

Dr. J moaned again.

“Weekend daddy is so much more fun than work daddy,” Josie giggled, turning a bit towards the couple, from their right. I sat across the tub, just watching as Dr. J’s eyes drifted to Josie. She wore a black string bikini, tied around her neck, and looked really pretty.

“He is more fun,” Randi said, as she slid into the tub with us, behind Dr. J and to Melissa’s left, “Maybe we shouldn’t let him go to work anymore.”

“Ooo yeah!” Josie squealed.

That brought a giggle from Melissa. “Would you like that?” she asked him, bouncing him a little in her lap with her large, muscular thighs, “If I kept you here as a stay-at-home husband?” Was she joking? Or was she serious? Haha oh my god!

“Yeah he could cook and clean for you,” Randi offered.

“I’d pay to see him in an apron,” said Amelia, who had stood, strolled our way with her wine.

“Oh no no no…” Melissa laughed, jostling him again on her lap, “I’d do all that. That’s Wifey’s job. This house is too big for daddy.” She knew where his eyes were fixed, staring at her breasts as they jiggled in her navy blue bikini top. “And we can’t have him all tired when mommy gets home…”

”Yeah mommy has needs!” Josie giggled.

I watched Melissa’s hand reach down between his legs.

“Oh I do, I do…” she agreed, groaning, as if overcome by the feel of him in her grip, “Omigosh, you have no idea.” She smiled as we all watched as his whole body stiffened, for a moment, feeling her big hand take hold of him underwater.

“You’re so hard for her aren’t you, baby?” Shanette purred, from where she stood nearby in the main pool by the steps. The shallows were part way up her brown thighs.

“Oh he is,” Melissa returned, smiling, watching his face. “Josie, Randi, Ki…is it okay if I…take care of him? Under the water?” she asked, “You guys can step out if it’s-“

“No, please go ahead!” Josie blurted, as Randi just chuckled.

“yes oh my,” I agreed, nearly speechless, my eyes feeling as wide as Josie’s. Melissa was going to do it here, right now, in the hot tub with the warm water and all of us in it? Oh my god I felt my mouth dry up, my thighs tingle again like I wanted it in me.

Dr J had made some weak complaint, but Melissa’s hand was already in his boxers gripping him, pulling him free. My heart was racing, watching this as best I could; I could only see a hint of what was going on beneath the froth of the roiling water, shadows and shapes of his huge erection in her fist. He was embarrassed, we could all tell, exposed in front of us like this, but he was also already consumed by pleasure.

”shhhhh you need this…it’s okay,” Melissa was urging him, “Just relax.”

“Yeah, relax Daddy, you need this,” Josie purred, as both she and I drifted in closer, “Mommy’s taking care of you.” Aubrey had also become bold enough to slip into the tub with us, while Shanette stayed in the main pool, still turned towards us watching.

“It’s like girl soup in there, hm?” Amelia commented, sitting down on the hot tub’s edge, “I’ll put my feet in…”

“Girl soup!” Josie giggled, making me laugh too. Aubrey bobbed up and down, rolling waves through the water.

“Mmmm yum yum, right Jay?” Melissa purred, “But I think it needs one more ingredient…” At that, underwater, Melissa’s hand tugged at something and in an instant she held a torn, sodden pair of boxers above the water. She showed them to him, dripping, before dropping them into the water. They floated around the frothy surface of the hot tub, dancing with the bubbles, as her hand sunk back down between his legs.

”Oooo…” Josie giggled, “boxers and boy-juice…”

”Yeah make him come,” Aubrey then bluntly added, her eyes wide and fixed as she still bounced up and down, up and down, her own big breasts bobbing and floating, jiggling, water streaming off them in rivulets.

“Omigod please yes,” I heard myself moan, imagining the water around us briny, full of his seed. We would swim in it.

We watched as Melissa’s arm began to move back and forth. She was stroking him right in front of us! She’d tilted her chin up, mouth now open and expectant, eyes on his face. “Would you like that?” she asked him, “Want to help us make girl soup?”

He groaned, as Katarina slipped into the warm water with us.

Haha was mother’s milk an ingredient too? Maybe he was thinking the same thing as I watched his eyes follow her, lowering herself and her enormous breasts down until they floated buoyantly up off her thin body.

There were seven of us now in a tub made for six. Amelia and now Katie sat on the edge, with pretty feet in the foaming water of our soup, the smell of chlorine and our perfumes making the air thick along with steam from the tub. Our legs all intermingled, hands drifted. I found one of mine cupping his left ankle. We all purred, and buzzed, and cooed.

”I’ve missed you, alllll day,” Melissa said to him, as she stroked his erection underwater, “Have you missed me too?”

”Y-y-yes,” he answered, the only answer acceptable.

”He’s had a hard day without you,” Aubrey said.

“Yes he so tired,” followed Katarina.

”Well, we’ll get him out in a few minutes, dry him off, get him inside so he can rest,” Melissa agreed, still stroking. She moved her other hand from a supportive position on his back to a position behind his sodden head and neck. “Dinner and movie night with your girls, hm? Sound nice?”

“y-y-yes,” he answered again.

“But first, more kisses…”

A new chorus of awws and ahhs filled the air around the tub as Dr J. and Melissa began to kiss again, her neck twisted down so her mouth could take his. Her right arm still moved in the same rhythm, as she tended to him below the surface, and we all saw his body first stiffen with the shock of the kiss, then start to shudder. Her mouth was so much bigger than his, and watching them kiss was thrilling. His breathing matched hers, his thin chest collapsing in on itself when she pulled breath from his lungs.

”Omigod Missy it looks like you’re sucking the life out of him!” Josie laughed.

Giggling, Melissa broke their kiss for a moment, allowing his head to loll back like a rag doll’s. “Maybe I am!” she beamed, once again taking his head from behind into her hand. She leaned back, and kissed him again, her ministrations to his manhood now taking on greater urgency.

“Take it from him,” someone groaned. Maybe it was me.

“He is look so tired,” said Katarina, whose hand had begun stroking his left thigh, her big breast pressed down onto his knee.

“He’s had a big day,” Aubrey confirmed, watching the kiss, biting her lip as he began to shake.

“So big,” I said.

“It’s about to get even bigger,” Amelia commented, from the tub’s edge,as he really began to shake, “Josie, show him.”

At that, knowing exactly what our blonde friend meant, Josie put her breasts right beside his face. As he was kissing Melissa, his eyes turned to see her chest and goggle at them as they were nearly close enough to touch his face. Melissa’s hand was now moving more urgently under water, and he would be staring right at Josie’s breasts when he-

“That’s right, come for us,” Melissa purred.

He groaned, he moaned, he spasmed and jerked in Melissa’s embrace as, obviously, under the water he began to climax. I looked down and could see the ropey fluid, the thick semen jetting from his outsized manhood, swimming into the water around him and swirling into the currents, mixing with the froth and the chlorine and spiraling around. It floated, it sank, and as pulse after pulse came from him it began to eddy around the tub, among us, my eyes glazing over as I watched and…

…and then the growth began.

NNNNNnnnnghhhh….we all groaned, as the familiar feeling gripped us. Several times last night, but now stronger as we were all so close. I felt it in my bones, I felt it in my chest and in the fertile swelling of my thighs and rear. There was pain, yes, some, but it was delicious and I could see in the eyes of everyone we were all hungry for it. His eyes, in the meantime, were fixed and staring, still pasted to Josie’s breasts and - oh my god- he was watching her grow.

Yes, it was subtle, it always was. But the swelling of her breasts in her bikini top was unmistakable. She bulged at it, strings now pulling more tightly than they had before from around her neck. Soft round flesh bubbled as she grew, as they inflated. I felt it in myself, too, as did we all. And then we heard him mutter, something small, something weak, as he stared at Josie’s breasts. It was quiet…but we heard it.

“bigger…” he said.

And Melissa began laughing.

“Oh my goodness, baby, yes!” she sang, as she shifted him in her lap. Her hand moved from between his legs, the other from behind his head. She had him by the sides of his bony chest, under his arms, then shifted a bit lower down his torso. “Look at how big we’re getting!” she cooed, turning him to face the group, “You’re giving us so much!”

At that she lifted him, slowly, with strength that was in no way normal, off her lap. His hips broke the surface, and we all gasped on seeing his cock. Then his thighs, his knees. She held him, now, aloft up and in front of us, a small but fully-grown man, and she held him like he was a toy, feet dangling into the water. He was naked, and he was huge. His penis, dropped now a bit from full-mast, seemed nearly as thick as his forearm, and it was still coming as we watched, all of us with eyes wide, mouths agog, some of us laughing. He was still pulsing, semi-thick member throbbing, releasing seed. It was slowing, yes, but he had already burst forth so much of his ejaculate it had begun to cloud the water, and now drip in heavy plops onto the surface and into the soup.

As he began to come down, his climax waning, Melissa slowly lowered him again to her lap, back into the pool of his own jism.

“Holy Lion King,” Amelia managed, as we all began to recover ourselves..

“Oh my god…” Aubrey said, from behind Josie. I saw her reach down, cup some water into her hand.

“Yeah huh?” Randi smiled, eyes flashing, looking down at him. His body was still spasmodically shaking but coming to a stillness in Melissa’s arms.

Semen all in the water, Amelia couldn’t help but kick her feet through it from where she sat on the hot tub’s edge. She was chuckling. “Watch out,” she told us, as we began to come down from our high, “you’re all going to get pregnant in there.”

Someone laughed, I think it was me, and I lowered my face to the water, mouth open, to drink the soup.

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