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Thanks to @shelobussy for giving me the idea for this little one shot! You didn't think I was serious, did you? But I was, oh, I was.
Desc: Hugo and Varian run into a problem while helping at VBS (vacation Bible school for those unfamiliar. It's literally summer camp but Christian). Warning for minor cursing, past homophobia.
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"And... it's locked." Hugo sighed and slid down the door of the closet. "Who designed this thing? Why would a door auto-lock when you close it?"
"Why wouldn't it?" Varian had already sat down. "If you hadn't dropped the key we would be out of here."
"You're always blaming me for stuff. This isn't even the right closet! This is the damn communion supply closet, and I told you the cleaning supplies were down the hall, but no, Heaven forbid I be right."
"I got turned around! Half the hallways out of the sanctuary look the same anyway." At least they wouldn't starve, though Varian might rather starve than subsist on grape juice and crackers that looked and tasted like Styrofoam. And would it be heretical to eat and drink communion elements outside of the ceremony? Surely God would understand, like that story with David and the sacred bread.
"Uh, earth to Freckles," Hugo's annoying voice cut through Varian's thoughts. "How are we gonna get out of here? The VBS has, like, four chaperones for the middle schoolers including us, we need to get out."
"Can't you pick locks, Beanpole?" Varian had never seen Hugo lockpick, but he looked like the type to know how.
With his long undercut blond hair, piercings, alternative clothing style, and flamboyantly gay demeanor, Hugo wasn't really the sort of person Varian would expect to be a youth group leader, but West Ingvarr Methodist Church prided itself on diversity and inclusion. Varian couldn't help but think, though, that even if it wasn't a sin, Hugo didn't need to make being queer his whole personality. Varian certainly managed not to.
"I can't pick this kind of lock. I don't know the inside mechanisms of the automatic doors. And I'll thank you not to use that tone when asking. I don't why you think you're better than me-"
"I don't think I'm better than you-" Varian began.
Hugo snorted. "Could've fooled me. Anyways, I could maybe figure out how to disassemble the lock, but I don't think Pastor Robin would be very happy with me."
"So we're stuck here," Varian groaned.
"Until someone comes along and sees the key on the ground, yes. Don't look at me like that, Freckles, I'm not pleased about it either. You're stuck in a closet with someone you hate, I'm stuck with someone who hates me."
"I don't hate you. You're annoying as- as heck, and loud, and honestly I don't think you should curse around the kids-"
"They're middle and high schoolers, they've heard the word 'shit' before. Besides, I know what it is. You don't like the way I dress, the way I talk, you don't like when I talk about my homosexuality-" Hugo said the last word like he was an old man deeply offended by it.
Varian rolled his eyes. "That's not it. If it makes you feel better, I'm literally bisexual. I just don't think you need to talk about it as much as you do-"
"Freckles, what would your life be like if you had had an openly queer leader in the church when you were those kid's age? Because I'll tell you right now, mine would have been a hell of a lot better. You can keep your internalized homophobia to yourself, but I'm going to be who I am. And I'm going to be for those kids what I needed." Hugo finished and turned his head away, arms crossed.
Varian couldn't think of a thing to say. He tried not to think about it much, now that he was out of Old Corona, and two years into college, but he remembered growing up in a church very different from West Ingvarr. Forget it being unsafe to be queer, Varian had dyed a streak of his hair blue when he was fourteen and been looked at like he was the devil's child into he finally broke and dyed it black again. Eventually, fifteen-year-old Varian had decided he couldn't take it anymore, and ran away. It'd quickly gone wrong, and he'd fallen in with a very bad crowd before his father found him, and promised they would move away after Varian tearfully confessed the reason for his rebellion.
All that to say, Hugo was right. Varian cringed thinking it. But Varian had been unfair in his judgment of him, and it was the right thing to do to admit that.
"I'm... sorry." Varian finally said. Hugo didn't turn his head, but his eyes flicked over and his eyebrows rose slightly. "I think... I let my biases color how I judged you, and that was... unfair and not very 'Good Christian' of me. I... really don't hate you, Hugo."
Hugo turned his head, and Varian could see him holding back a smile. "Thanks for the self-awareness. I forgive you, I guess."
Varian scoffed. "Thanks, 'I guess'."
"Well," Hugo began, obnoxious grin on his face, before pausing. "I think I hear footsteps! HEY? IS ANYONE THERE?" He yelled, forcing Varian to cover his ears.
"Yes, ominous voice? Wait. Hugo, is that you?"
"Yep!" He replied. "Varian, we're in luck! Okay, Yong, there's a key on the ground. I need you to slide it under the door, alright?"
"I don't see a- oh! There you go!" A second later, the bronze key appeared by the door. Varian and Hugo stood up, and unlocked the door.
"Feels good to be free!" Hugo declared, stretching.
"We were only in there for twenty minutes," Varian commented, grinning.
"Yeah, but twenty minutes stuck with you? Basically twenty years."
"Shut up, Beanpole," Varian pretended to punch Hugo's arm. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
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gyuzgrl · 19 days
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off the market ||csc||
summary- You have a crush on your favourite customer. He's big and kind and pretty and god the things you wanted to do to him were unholy. Little do you know, he feels the exact same way.
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"welcome!"
That's all you said. All you could say. All it took for Seungcheol to fall hopelessly in love.
He was a regular at your pet daycare center. Him and his puppy Kkuma were there virtually every day, either to pick up a treat or to drop her off in your care for the day.
It was safe to say they were you favourite customers. Sure the dog was cute, but lord, Seungcheol had you acting like a schoolgirl whenever he came around. With his deep voice, his charming smile and god those arms- how could you resist?
You were almost certain however, that he wasn't interested. Sure, you'd caught him staring at you a couple times, sure it was a little odd how he'd tip you a small fortune every now and then, sure his hand lingered on yours for longer than necessary when paying, but there was no way, you were sure. No way a man like him was still on the market.
So you loved him from afar.
Well, as far as he'd let you go, at least.
"Kkuma!" you beamed, reaching out to take the eager fluff ball from Seuncheol's arms.
She snuggled into you, tongue lolling out as you scratched behind her ears.
"spoilt little princess, this one"
You look up to find Seungcheol's gaze fixed onto you.
"y-yeah, she's a little diva, aren't you baby?" you coo, "dropping her off again, Mr Choi?"
He hums, reaching closer to ruffle her fur, "work's gotten a bit much these days- timings are crazy y'know"
Your breath hitches at the sudden proximity. His hand was aimed at the dog, sure, but it was so close- ghosting over the plush skin of your upper chest.
Sucking in a sharp breath, you steady yourself.
"I can uh, I can imagine, sir. I'll keep her safe, don't you worry"
You say it out of duty, but something about that title has Seungcheol fighting demons in his head. Sir. Sir, you call him, like it's the simplest, sweetest thing in the world. Little do you know, behind the crescents of those pretty doe eyes, his thoughts are nothing but pure filth.
Hesitantly, he pulls away, clearing his throat.
"I'll be back in a couple hours, shouldn't be too long... thanks for keeping her"
"it's my job" you laugh, "you're paying me aren't you, sir?"
He coughs, eyes darting all over. Sir. There you go again.
"I'll um- I'll get going. Bye, y/n"
He turns around too quickly to see the crimson hue diffusing across your cheeks. God you loved the way he said your name. It rolled off his tongue so easily.
"bye-bye!" you call after him.
All your interractions had been similar to this. He'd stop by, make polite conversation and leave. But still, still your heart thudded in your chest at the thought of him. He was just so perfect.
A couple of hours later, you hear the door open. It's late at night, so your first instinct is to grab something sharp before you make your way to the cash register out front.
Meekly, you tiptoe outside, clutching a pair of kuromi scissors in your fist.
"y/n?" a familiar voice calls.
It's just Seungcheol. Good.
You breathe a sigh of relief, walking out right away as you greet him with that million dollar smile of yours.
"welcome!"
"hope Kkuma wasn't too much of a mena-" he pauses, glancing down at your hand, "what's up with the scissors?"
"oh- uh, nothing nothing, just as a safety measure- I didn't know it was you so..."
He tenses, unsure of how to feel. On one hand, you insinuated that you felt safe around him, while on the other, you think you're unsafe in the store.
"can I walk you home?"
You're stunned. Your legs feel like jelly and you can barely process his words.
"can you what"
"walk you home. If you feel uncomfortable walking alone this late, that is. I live a minute away, and it really wouldn't be a hassle to step out for a seco-"
"I couldn't ask that of you sir," you interrupt, "it's not that big of a deal either way"
"you aren't asking. I'm offering. and it is a big deal, y/n. I want you to be safe, to feel safe."
Oh that one went straight to your cunt.
"I-" you hesitate.
"look, I'm here almost every day anyways- if that makes you feel any better. if you're gonna refuse, don't do it 'cause you think I'd be inconvenienced. I won't." he says, now gently prying the scissors out of your grasp, "but if you honestly just don't want me to walk you home, I'll back off"
"no it's not that-" you add, urgently.
"how 'bout we try it out today, and you tell me if you wanna continue, that okay?"
You nod, lowering your head in a lame attempt to hide the furious red glow of your cheeks. Seungcheol seems to have noticed already, though. He places the scissors onto the register beside you, and turns to look into your eyes.
When he finds you staring up at him already, he's pleasantly surprised. There's a long silence- a pause in time- and the air around you stills. It's just you and him, gazing into each other's eyes, gauging what the other feels.
He must not know how intimidating his stare is, considering how he refuses to look away. That is until, of course, he spies movement in his vision.
Your hands are shaking. You didn't know they were, until Seungcheol's gaze leaves your own, dropping to your trembling hands.
He steps closer.
"your hands are all jittery today" his voice is low and gentle, "why're you so nervous?"
The space between you lessens as he moves closer, his hand reaching over to hold your trembling one, interlacing his fingers with yours.
You suck in a sharp breath, letting it go in a staccato shudder.
"do I make you nervous?"
Your eyes, wide and round, dart across the room, opting to look anywhere but at him.
"do I?" he pushes, squeezing your hand.
"I-" you start, "I just um- it's a bi-"
Your words are cut off by a shrill bark.
Fuck. Kkuma. You forgot about Kkuma.
"Kku-Kkuma," you stutter, ripping your hand out of his grasp, "I gotta get her out"
He groans, his arm chasing after you as you whip your head around and scurry into the play room. He was so close- he almost got through to you.
His frustrations subside instantly, however, when you return, carrying a sleepy Kkuma in your arms. How the little puppy nuzzled into you, so safe and comfortable, made Seungcheol's heart ache. Kkuma's instincts were never wrong.
"c'mere princess," he coos, and you look up at him with wide eyes. Did he just-
His eyes are on you, knowingly. "missed me, didn't you Kkuma?"
Oh. Right. The dog.
Seungcheol's gaze remains fixed on you, a teasing smirk playing at his lips as you draw closer.
"you're all red" he grins, "here lemme take her" Before you manage to protest, his hands graze the skin of your forearm as he scoops Kkuma out of your embrace and into his.
It was brief, the contact, but you felt something akin to electricity when his fingertips touched your skin. The glow on your cheeks only brightened in response and he bit back a laugh.
"I'll- I should lock up"
"mm you go do that,"
Even with your back turned, you can feel his eyes burning into you, an attentive stare watching all your actions- how you locked up the register, switched off the lights, reached up to pull your shutters closed.
It was endearing to him. You worked so hard everyday, did so much all alone. All he wanted was to help, really.
So he does.
As you nod towards the door, signalling that you're ready to head out, Seungcheol follows.
You pull the main entrance closed, reaching up on tiptoes to yank the outer shutters down, struggling to hook your fingers into the handle. He notices. Of course he does.
Silently, he brushes up against you, his chest dangerously close to your back. His arm extends above your own and he pulls the handle down with ease.
Your brain short circuits.
"what are y-" you gasp, turning around to face him. The air he breathes out fans across your face and his eyes are set on you. This was dangerous. The proximity between your bodies, the warmth of his breath, the way his eyes darted down to your lips- it was too much.
"y/n,"
"yes?"
There's a pause. Seungcheol's brows scrunch up as if he's trying to find the right words to say.
"you don't have to think so hard, Mr Choi," you offer, staring up him with wide eyes.
"Seungcheol." he states, "call me Seungcheol"
You're so taken aback you miss the desperate "please" he adds in at the end of his sentence.
"Seungcheol,"
"sounds so pretty when you say it"
There's a pull between your bodies. It's gradual and painfully slow, but you both feel it. He leans in, eyes darting to your lips, and your eyes flutter closed.
Hot breaths fan your face as you wait for him to kiss you, each exhale burning against your skin.
"is this okay?" he murmurs.
You try to say yes, to say something, but all that comes out is a shaky exhale. Lips parted, lashes fluttering, you looked so pretty. He couldn't resist the way you drew him in.
Slowly inching closer, Seungcheol presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It's tentative, hesitant, almost, like he doesn't want to scare you away. His plump lips cradle yours so gently, it's like he's barely even there.
You draw back, breathing hard. "we shouldn'-" you start, turning your head away, before he cups your jaw and pulls you in once again.
This time he works urgently against you, sucking at your lower lip so fervently, it leaves you breathless. Any semblance of doubt leaves your mind, and you pull him closer, fisting his shirt.
It takes everything in you to hold yourself together when his tongue licks at the seam of your mouth, demanding entrance. While he explores the hollow of your mouth, your hands roam the expanse of his broad shoulders, feeling each hard-earned muscle tense under your touch.
Your lungs burn for air, pleading for sustenance, even for a second, but his grip on you stays firm, holding you in place. Feeling woozy from the lack of oxygen, you have to push him away, almost, fisting his hair with one hand and tugging him back.
Finally, you breathe.
"woah, there-" he grins, when your knees buckle, causing you to faceplant into his chest.
You groan, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
"c'mon, let's get you home, hm? we should probably sit down and uh, talk." he mutters, motioning between you and him, "about this, I mean"
"yeah let's- let's go home"
The walk is surprisingly pleasant. Any expected awkwardness, any uncomfortable tension, seems to have vanished.
You chat as you walk side by side, Seungcheol holding Kkuma's leash while you hold onto his free arm. It's painfully domestic, honestly. Your heart thuds violently in your chest with every step you take with him.
"...and then she told Hansol to call her his cutie sexy baby- you should've seen the look on all our faces, I wanted to quit my job then and there-" he shivers as he narrates an incident to you, and you giggle away like a schoolgirl. The way Seungcheol made you smile so effortlessly was commendable. No matter when he showed up, what he said, where he was going, he always made you smile.
"poor him," you offer, sympathetically, grinning from ear to ear as you neared your apartment. "this is me,"
"if you're tired from today, we can talk sometime else, oka-"
You interrupt him with a tiny peck on his lips, earning a look of disbelief in response.
"god help me"
Which is how you've found yourself here- stumbling out of the elevator with his lips pressed on yours, hands grabbing feverishly at the flesh of your hips.
"wai- Seungcheol hold on-" you giggle, fumbling to thumb in your house code.
He backs away, pouting and looks down at Kkuma apologetically.
"come in"
There's a hint of tension in the air now, with everything becoming far more tangible than before. This is happening. This is real.
You beckon him over to the couch, letting Kkuma settle on a rug somewhere in the kitchen, slowly drifting to sleep.
He sits beside you, leaving respectful distance.
"I uh, I don't want this to seem like I'm just fucking around- I don't usually do this,"
"do what?"
"this" he motions between your bodies. "I've been wanting this, wanting you, for so long you have no idea"
"oh-" You feel the breath knocked out of your lungs. Seungcheol felt the same way you did? He's wanted you for all this time, just like you've wanted him?
"I'd like to take you out on a date. Properly. I really like you, y/n-"
It's a miracle you don't melt into a puddle of mush then and there.
Choi Seungcheol. Hot customer. Has feelings for you.
"and it's okay if you don't feel the same way- really- I just uh, didn't wanna kiss you and leave things unspecified"
"I-" you start, staring up at him as you searched for the right words to say, "I like you too"
His face softens, a soft smile taking over his lips. You feel an all too-familiar heat growing between your legs.
"I'm glad"
The distance between your bodies is bridged by his hand- a galiant soldier crossing borders into foreign territory. It slides over yours, interlacing your fingers in a firm knot.
A sharp breath puffs out your lips, and all you can do is say his name. You aren't sure why, you aren't sure what you're asking for, but you call him- your voice airy and desperate.
"Seungcheol,"
"hm?"
Words escape you. There's nothing you can find in yourself to say. You stare into his eyes, watching the way the brown of his irises hold your picture within them.
"oh, sweetheart..."
And his lips are on yours.
Seungcheol guides your hand to his shoulder, sliding his own to your waist as he draws you closer. The way your lips mold against each other is nothing short of perfect, like you were made for eachother.
He nips at your lower lip, dragging it as he pulls back ever so slightly, and you can't help but moan. He grins. Your face grows beet red and you pull away, panting, embarrassed.
"you're adorable, y'know that?"
"shut up"
"you've got a lotta attitude for someone who can't handle more than a little teasing"
"I- I can handle more" you argue, brows furrowing as you shuffle closer to him.
"oh?"
Your eyes widen.
"n-no I didn't mean it like tha-"
"like what?" he smirks. "how'd you mean it then?"
You lower your gaze, opting to stare instead at the fabric of his trousers. Seungcheol hooks a digit under your chin and tilts your head right back up, forcing you to look at him, cheeks burning.
"who're you hiding from, hm?"
"m'sorry," you breathe, looking at him through your lashes.
"I wanna make you feel good," he mumbles as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. "may I?"
It's a simple thing- asking for permission- but it has your heart fluttering. He asks you 'may I?' like he's at your mercy. Like you have him bewitched. He'd do anything and everything you ask of him, now more than ever.
You nod, leaning in to kiss him yet again, before he lifts you off the couch and into the bedroom. His strong arms hold you steady, and all your worries fade away. All the questions in your head dissipate, until all that's left is him.
Only him.
"this okay?" he murmurs, placing you on the bed.
"more than okay"
"I'm gonna take this off now, hm?" Deft hands slide up your torso, lifing your shirt off to reveal the lacy bra underneath. He has to pause for a moment to compose himself at the sight.
"so pretty,"
"Seungcheool" you whine, tugging his hands to your breasts, "touch me"
Any resolve he'd built up, to control himself for you, comes crumbling down.
Like a man starved, Seungcheol devours you, placing hungry, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach as he trails his lips to the cup of your bra.
He kisses the swell of your breasts, while his hand slides under your back, unclipping the garment with ungodly precision. You gasp when your nipples brush against the loosened fabric, sensitive and hard.
"fuck," he drawls when he tosses your bra aside to reveal your bare chest. Seungcheol kisses the tender skin, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while his hand caresses the other, pinching at the sensitive bud.
His actions elicit a whine on your part, back arching into him with every swivel of his tongue, every pinch of his fingers. There's a dark grin painted across his handsome face when he pulls away, looking down at you.
"look so pretty under me, sweetheart"
You turn away, bashfully, feeling small under the weight of his stare. It's hot, how Seungcheol's self-assurance radiates off of him. He's confident but not pushy, not arrogant like the other boys you've been with. The prolonged eye contact feels more intimate than anything you've ever experienced- just you and him, gazing at each other like the world outside is a problem for another day. Right now, nothing exists but the two of you.
A hand travels down the valley of your breasts to the hem of your pants, teasing the skin right under the waistband. He wants to savor this, to savor you. But god you're so desperate he can't bear the thought of dragging this out any longer.
"gonna make you feel good, yeah sweetheart? would you like that?"
"please" you whimper, rubbing your thighs together.
Anticipation swells in your belly as Seungcheol crawls down to face your cunt, keeping his eyes fixed on yours with each sultry motion. He grasps the button of your pants with his teeth, tugging it open before his hands slide them down your legs, fingers ghosting over the smooth flesh of your thighs.
"pretty, pretty girl"
Shamelessly, he spreads you open, rubbing along your slit through your soaked panties.
"fuck baby- you're dripping" he groans, pressing the fabric into your folds. Your body jerks at the touch, and you let out a pathetic whimper.
"all of this 'cause of me? such a good girl" he coos.
"all 'cause of you Cheol- fuck- only you"
That was it. Seungcheol considered himself a patient man, usually, but tonight? God, he wanted to rip those flimsy panties off of you and have you cum on his tongue again and again until you were crying.
In one swift motion, he leaves you bare, shoving your panties in his back pocket like some kind of trophy. His tongue finds your hole, dipping in just a little to collect your arousal before dragging it up to your clit.
"oh-"
You feel him grin against you, lapping at your clit slightly faster now. Your hands fly down to hold him in place, back arching as loud moans flood the room. You can't recall the last time a man has made you feel this good. Heck, you can't recall if they ever have.
"please- fuck don't stop don't stop," you whine, hips rolling up to match the rhythm of his tongue.
He groans when he realizes how you're using him for your pleasure, sending tingles across your skin.
"that's it, sweetheart- fuck that's my good girl" he mumbles against your cunt.
You feel your high approaching with the expert flick of Seungcheol's tongue, and you pull him closer in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm. He senses you're close with the way your thighs begin to tense and quiver under his hold, so he slyly slips a finger into you, without warning, sending you straight over the edge in seconds.
Your voice breaks as you moan, head tipping back into the pillows as he pumps his finger in and out of your heat, working you through your orgasm.
"there we go, pretty- just like that, shit"
Seungcheol licks you clean, sending sparks shooting up your spine, before drawing back up to your lips to pull you into a messy, sticky kiss.
You taste yourself on his tongue, moaning as he licks into your mouth like he'd die if he didn't. The friction against your bare skin draws you back to reality, and you realize he's still clothed
"w-wait-" you pant, planting your hands on his chest.
He pulls away, eyes fluttering back open in confusion.
"what's wrong? d'you wanna sto-"
"no!" you interrupt, eyes widening. "not at all- I just..." you trail off, tugging at his shirt.
He chuckles.
"you just?"
"y'know" you reply, coy as ever, grasping his shirt once again.
"words, sweetheart, gotta tell me what you want" His voice is teasing, playful.
"your- your shirt..." you pout.
"mhm what about it?"
You glare up at him, brows setting into a deep frown. "don't be mean c'mon,"
"say it and I'll stop, promise"
"t-take your shirt off," you mutter, blushing wildly, "wanna see you"
He cocks a brow at you and you hastily add in a desperate "please", leaving him satisfied. Without wasting any more time, he settles back on his knees for a moment, yanking his shirt off to reveal his sculpted form.
Your mouth hangs open.
Sure, you figured he was fit- those arms were a dead giveaway- but this took the cake. Hard, chiseled muscles greeted you, sculpted by the gods themselves, and you felt your mouth water.
"oh wow" you breathe, reaching up to touch him and feel those muscles for yourself.
He grins, hovering back over you.
"perv"
"have I told you how much I like you?"
There's a pause, before you break out into a fit of giggles, grinning at each other like two lovesick teenagers.
Seungcheol shimmies his pants off too, kicking them away, leaving only his boxers on.
"are you gonna-"
"eat you out again? yes. yes I am."
You smack his chest, rolling your eyes.
"you can do that tomorrow- I wanna... wanna feel you," you whisper, "wanna feel you in me"
He mutters a quick "fuck" under his breath, hastily shoving his boxers down as he balances his weight on one arm.
"are you sure, sweetheart?"
"mhm"
"anytime you wanna stop jus-"
"just tell you, yes sir" you quip, rolling your eyes yet again, only this time, you take notice of the way his gaze darkens at your words.
Oh this is going to be fun.
"sir," you whine, rolling you hips up into his, "please- please fuck me I've been good, haven't I?"
You're unsure of where this sudden boost of confidence has come from, but Seungcheol's blown pupils and parted lips spur you on.
"I'll be so good for you, sir- promise," you pout.
"do you even- fuck do you even know what you're doing to me right now?"
"mhm"
"brat-" he snarls, dragging his cock against your folds. You moan, losing whatever semblance of power you managed to build.
"that's better,"
You're about to bite back, say something mean, but he interrupts, pushing his dick inside you, slow but firm.
"you're- fuck you're so big" you whimper, eyes welding themselves shut at the stretch of your walls. "it won't f-fit"
"I'll make it fit, I promise baby I won't hurt you, hm?"
You nod, tears welling up in your eyes when he pushes further. He was huge. Your toys had nothing on him. Nothing.
"shh sweetheart you're doing so well for me," he coos, pressing in until he bottoms out.
Your eyes brim over and you sniffle, trying to accomodate his size. It takes a minute, with him kissing your tears away and mumbling into your hair, but you finally give him the green light.
Automatically, his hips draw back and snap into you, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. His size was overwhelming, almost. He hit your g-spot effortlessly with each inward motion, and your brain fuzzed over with pleasure.
All you could think, all you could say, was him.
seungcheol, seungcheol, seungcheol- you chanted his name like a prayer, any notions of god, of a higher being, leaving your mind with him taking their place.
He held your life in the palm of his hand, commanding metaphorical deaths with his body. You'd be happy to die in his arms every night, and rise like phoenixes with the sun- souls unified after the previous night's escapades.
The steady but firm edge to his thrusts have you sobbing, crying on his dick, begging for something even you aren't sure of. Your cries echo through the room, followed by the sound of skin on skin. Your neighbours won't like this one bit, you'll definitely be in trouble tomorrow, but you can't bring yourself to stop.
He just feels so good.
"s-seungcheol I- please m'so close please please ple-" you sob, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.
He leans into your lips, capturing them between his own. It isn't a kiss. Your mouths hang open, moaning and sighing into each other with breaths so hot you feel like you're on fire. Like you're alive.
Distracted by the heat generated by your enmeshed breaths, you fail to notice how his hand creeps down to your clit. You cry out when his fingers make contact with the sensitive flesh, rubbing tight circles into you as his thrusts increase in speed.
"m'gonna- sir m'gonna cu-" you moan, cutting yourself off when you feel your body slip into pleasure. Your throat has gone bone-dry, like the last time you touched water was when you were in the womb.
"shit-" he curses, using you to finish himself off, before quickly following suit and finishing on your thighs.
"you're so beautiful- you're so goddamn beautiful" he rambles, collapsing on top of you.
Your throat hurts, and all you can do is wheeze as you try to soothe your burning lungs.
He notices, and grins to himself, ripping his body off of yours- "wait here, I'll be back".
He's gone for a minute, before returning with a towel and some water. "here" he says, holding the glass to your lips as you shuffle to sit up, "drink."
While you do that, he crawls back between your legs and gently wipes away the mess he made on your thighs.
It's basic decency, you know it is, but you can't help the way your heart flutters at how caring Seungcheol is.
"thank you" you murmur, cringing at the sting in your throat.
He looks confused for a moment.
"f-for cleaning me up"
God you were so cute. He couldn't bear it any longer.
"I always will, you don't need to say anything, sweetheart"
You blush, for the nth time that night, grinning from ear to ear as you're hit with realisation.
Choi Seungcheol is officially off the market.
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seventeenpins · 8 months
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bad girl
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
word count: 4.1k
summary: you're staying in your hometown for a couple of months with your mom and relatively new stepdad. he walks in on you masturbating, and is surprised at the sort of porn you've been watching. no outbreak. very smutty. 18+
warnings: ooh god where to begin??, reader is kind of a detached menace but in a fun way?, masturbation, porn watching, infidelity, choking, pussy slapping, pussy eating, unsafe piv, dirty talk, big dick, daddy kink, bit of breeding kink, age difference (unspecified, but reader is late 20s, joel mid-40s or whatever you like really), begging, slight dom/sub vibes, readers mum is a ho, somewhat degrading language (probably other warnings????)
a/n: honestly don't know what happened here. one minute i was working on what i intended to be a lil daddy kink drabble and then it turned into a whole other beast. also--i'm a recently out nb person but feel most of my writing has focused on fem readers. any nbs out there who'd want smut more tailored to us??? doesn't come up in this fic, but in my heart joel miller is bisexual and would make for some gr8 gender play ahhhh
you had only met your stepdad twice before he married your mom, and only a couple of times since, and you could never quite get a read on him. he seemed quiet and gruff. upsettingly hot with his salt and pepper hair, and his biceps, and his little bit of tummy, but seemingly entirely unattainable (how your mom pulled him, you'll never know). your mom didn't have the greatest track record as far as not cheating on her husbands, and you didn't know how much or how little he knew about her past, but you were incredibly curious how long this one'd last.
he's polite. enigmatic. a man of few words. he had two kids, who you hadn't actually met yet, but they were a few years younger than you and away at college--one daughter from a previous marriage, the other adopted when he was a single dad.
you'd only been staying here for a couple of weeks, usually only home for two months out of the year to do some freelance work and catch up with friends, but since your mom got remarried (again) you're adjusting to the new dynamic. you didn't have the best relationship with your mom, but you didn't argue. didn't fight. didn't have enough interest or passion to try and make her angry. you had a mutual understanding--you'd stay here for a couple months of the year, rent-free, and you wouldn't get into it with her about how her four husbands and a dozen boyfriends in between them in the nearly thirty years you'd been alive had simply made you impassive towards most men, knowing they'd never be able to stick around, and instead you took what you wanted and then ditched them before they could ditch you. to say you had daddy issues was just the tip of the iceberg.
there's only been one family dinner night since you've been back, but calling it awkward was an understatement. you were sat in almost total silence, as your mom scrolls on her phone and joel scoops up some mashed potatoes and slaps them onto his plate.
"so, uh-," he begins, clearly not sure how to start a conversation, "how's your work been going? guessing it's pretty slow these months since you're able to take the time away? your freelance stuff going well?"
"sure," you agree, "it does get slow this time of year. freelance has been good. got a couple of projects i'm enjoying working on."
there's another silence.
"your momma said you'd been dating someone you met at your work? how's that been going?"
you laughed, thinking back to one of the only guys you'd mentioned to your mother, less out of a closeness to him and more because you wanted your mom to get off your case, "honestly, that ended a while ago. he was a pretty terrible lay."
joel clearly wasn't expecting that, and you smirked at him as he choked on the beer he was sipping, coughing and trying to cover up any spittle. your mom gently pats him on the back, still staring at her phone, not even listening. typical.
not sure how to follow this up, joel just shrugs and puts on a stoic face. "sorry to hear about that, sweetheart. what a shame."
you'd be lying if you said that didn't make your heart flutter just a little.
you've attuned to the general framework of home again. you've noticed a few other things, too. first, your stepdad seems to be taking a whole lot of evening shifts. second, your mom seems to be out when he's out, too, but always manages to slip in just before he gets home. finally, if there's one thing you know about joel, it's that if he's working an evening shift, you can pretty much guarantee that he's gonna be at least an hour later coming home than he says he'll be. more often than not, two. you've been here for sixteen days, and in the eleven days he's worked late, he's been late late. and this morning, joel said he wouldn't be home till at least 9pm.
it's only 5pm, so you think absolutely nothing of it when you pull up your favorite porn site, careless about keeping your bedroom door closed.
sometimes it takes you a long time to decide on what porn to watch. sometimes you want the release, and just need something that'll get you there quick. and then there are some days where you know exactly what you want. you know exactly how you want it, and you know just where to find it.
you've got an incognito browser up as you scroll through the page till you find the section you're looking for. click open a couple of videos in separate tabs. skip the ads.
place the laptop beside you, choose one to start with, and watch as the scene unfolds.
you need this. it's only been a couple of weeks since you've gotten laid, but you and your most recent fuck buddy have more or less broken up and you are extraordinarily horny, with no outlet besides your hand (and, technically, your trusty magic wand, but you forgot to bring your charging cable and she's only got so much life in her).
you focus on the scene, slowly dragging your fingers along your pussy lips, your other hand pinching and twisting at a nipple. you listen to the moans on screen as you tease yourself, dipping a finger into your tight, wet heat, and then adding another. the friction begins to build, and the pressure you're putting on your clit is just right.
"fuck", you let out a breathless moan as you start finger fucking yourself in earnest. your hips are stuttering and you feel it building so deliciously and you absolutely don't hear the knock on your door and the slight clear of a throat.
and then you register it, a couple of moments later.
you look up from your laptop screen and towards your door and you see your stepdad, cup of coffee in hand, and he's staring at you with an expression you can't parse, one eyebrow raised.
you buffer, taking a moment more for you to react to him, and you manage it in the worst possible way.
"fuck!!" you shout, slamming the laptop shut and practically flinging it away from you, pulling your hand from under the sheets and not-so-subtly wiping your slick on your duvet, and pulling your top back down over your tits. it's all done in a split second, and it was neither low-key nor quiet. you know your face is growing more flushed by the moment, and you can swear joel is actually smirking.
you stare each other down before you finally speak, "what are you doing home so early?"
"i live here," joel shrugs, takes a sip of the coffee, and then realises he might sound like a bit of a dick. "just- uh. just found out some... shitty news. decided to take the day off."
you almost forget the situation, quick to voice your worry--"are you okay joel? what's going on?"
he snorts. opens his mouth and closes it, as if he's decided better of it, and then opens it again. "just found out your mom's been stepping out on me. well. thought it was true for a while, but my brother just saw her with some guy. guess that's all the confirmation i need." he laughs, wryly, and his smile is dangerous.
"well shit," you say. it doesn't surprise you in the least, but you're not sure if it'd be better or worse to acknowledge that, and then you immediately remember your newest stepfather just caught you masturbating and you're deeply self conscious again.
"i'm really sorry, joel, but you've clearly-" you clear your throat, "caught me at a bad time. is there something i can help you with?"
he looks you up and down for a moment, and you can swear he's looking at your mouth for a second longer than you'd expect.
"well," he says, "i'd come up to see if you wanted anything for dinner. i was gonna order takeout."
there's a long pause.
"but now i'm curious about what i interrupted."
your eyes widen.
"let me see your computer. i wanna know what you were watching that you're so embarrassed of."
you immediately grab your laptop close to you and shake your head. this is something joel cannot see. "absolutely fuckin not," you tell him, and his smile gets sharper.
"i wasn't askin', sweetheart."
there's something dangerous about him now, and even though it frightens you, it's somehow exciting, too. commanding. persuasive.
he puts his mug down, and you barely think about what you're doing when you hand him the laptop, type in the password, and turn it around towards him.
you can't bare to look at the screen at the same time as him. it's fucked up and weird and he'd have every reason to avoid you forever after this, but there's a small (but persuasive) part of you that's telling you that this is a line he's willingly crossing, and there's a charge beneath it, and maybe you could get from him exactly what you want.
you study his face as he scrolls down the page. you hear him click, but no sound starts playing--he must be looking at the other tabs.
his eyes widen, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding as you watch his face.
you want him to say something. you need him to say something.
he hits play on one of the videos and the room is immediately fills with the sounds of slick flesh and moans and cries of "oh, daddy, oh daddy please--"
it's only then that he looks at you.
"well aren't you a filthy girl, hmm?" joel ridicules, "and don't think i don't notice the trend with these little videos of yours."
it's humiliating. you almost expect to die out of embarrassment right on the spot.
"look at some of these titles," joel continues, "stepdaughter gets fingerfucked by stepdaddy, stepdaughter's pussy pumped with daddy's cum ASMR, jesus christ girl-" he laughs, incredulous, "letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole".
joel's staring you down and you still haven't said anything, and that just won't do.
"these the usual kinda thing you like to touch yourself to? or is this a new subject now that you're home, spending time around your stepdaddy?"
"i-" you start, "i don't know, i-"
it's not an act, you're pretty fuckin frazzled, practically cocooning yourself in your covers and you shrink back in shame, and this seems to amuse joel to no end
"how's this, sweet girl," he says, and you realise he's been getting closer and closer to you and now he's seated only inches from your bare legs and pussy, still covered up with your blankets, "you tell me to stop, and i'll leave this room right now and close the door and we can pretend i never saw anything here-"
"no!" you cry out, and then slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide at yourself while joel starts to chuckle.
"or," he continues, "you can let your stepdaddy make you feel real good."
"yes-" you cry, and not a moment later, the blankets are being pulled back and he's stroking two thick fingers along your cunt.
"there's a good girl," he says, and actually groans as he dips into you, collecting your slick, "so fucking wet for me. it is me you've been thinking about, ain't it?" he asks.
"yes joel," you say, because it's the fucking truth. you've been thinking about him nonstop for a while now, thinking about how his muscled arms look in those stupid threadbare t-shirts, thinking about the sigh he makes when he's had his first sip of a cold beer, thinking about the silver of his hair, the brown of his eyes, and the mere idea of what his cock might taste like. "i've wanted you to fuck me since i first met you."
he lets out a fuckin growl and presses his fingers into you. "such a cute little pussy, already dripping for me, huh?" he moans, and it's two digits pressing into you, but you've been working yourself up for a little while now and you're already swollen and wet and they slip right in. he finger fucks you for a moment before turning back to the laptop.
"which one's your favorite?" he nods at your screen, "which one do you watch and wish it was happening to you?"
you swallow and click back to another tab.
"letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole?", he snorts, "you really are a dirty girl, aren't you? get up off the bed." he commands.
you obey, standing up and kicking off the panties still around your ankles.
"and take that top off," he commands, and you do, pulling your top up over your tits and melting at the sound of his groan at seeing you bare for him.
he sits down on the bed with his legs spread, jeans still on. "you come sit here by daddy's lap," he says, and you do, sitting in between his thighs, inching back ever so slightly until you could feel his hard cock straining against his pants.
he runs his fingertips down your body, down your breasts and torso, dipping into your bellybutton, before drawing little circles on your hips.
'hit play," he says, and you grab the laptop next to you and resume the video.
he copies the video, rubbing one hand along your pussy and the other holding your thighs open.
"that's it," he coaxes, "keep those legs open for me, yeah?"
you're about to agree, when he starts stroking little circles around your already stimulated clit and the ability to speak leaves you. all you can do is focus on trying to keep your legs open, but your thighs are already almost quivering and he only chuckles.
"barely even touched you and you're already stupid."
you tried to nod and let out a sad whimper, tipping your head back and resting on his shoulder. he keeps his thumb pressed on your clit while he pumps his middle and index fingers in and out of you. it's so wonderfully, deliciously wrong. it feels addictive.
"you're doing so good, sweetheart, fucking on daddy's fingers like that," he praises, and it sends another spark of electricity building in your centre. encouraged, you start rocking your hips towards him, meeting each thrust of his fingers. "ready for another one?" he asks, and you nod vigorously.
he takes a moment to hold open your pussy and lean over you to look at it, stroking his fingertips along the outer lips, gathering some of your arousal, and prodding back your hood to get a little direct contact with your clit that leaves you writhing and gasping. he's smirking again, and presses a third finger into you. he curls them upwards, fucking the digits into you so nicely, and you enjoy the sensation as your arousal builds and builds and builds and-- as you come, you white out for just a moment, and as you come back into reality you can hear him speaking to you, "oh you're clenching so tight on my fingers, messy girl, look how you're dripping so nice down my fuckin' wrist. you're a nasty little slut, just like your momma huh? but i know you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, ain't ya?"
you continue to grind on his hand as his fingers stay buried in you, as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. only when you still does joel pull his fingers out of you.
as if hypnotised, he examines the arousal coating them. then, quick as anything, he pops his fingers in his mouth and sucks off your slick, immediately looking sheepish as though this was the only line he'd just crossed.
as quickly as he had become shy, he switched back to overt confidence. "y'just taste so good, sweetheart," he says, and then starts stroking your pussy again. "you're gonna let me have a proper taste, aren't you honey?"
you nod helplessly. it's so fucking good, it's too fucking good.
he scoots out from behind you and you buckle a little, toppling back onto the space he left. he's in front of you now and presses your thighs apart again, dropping to his knees on front of the bed's edge. he runs his tongue up your inner thigh, chuckling at your whimpers as he bites and nips at the sensitive skin. he takes a tentative lick, drawing his tongue towards your clit, circling it gently, and then dipping back before pulling off you for a moment.
"y'taste so fucking nice," he breathes, and his exhale on your slick pussy is exquisite. "i could just drink you up."
he presses the hood of your clit back once more, leaving his thumb there, applying perfect pressure as he flicks his tongue directly on that bundle of nerve endings and you feel like you're on fire.
"fuck, joel, yes-" you cry out, but he pulls back and shushes you.
"shhh," he says, "you don't call me joel right now, baby."
"i don't-?" you say, taken aback by the sudden lack of contact. then it clicks. "daddy-"
he smirks, "that's a good girl, sweetheart. wasn't too hard, now, was it?"
"no, daddy," you agree, and he's already diving back in, pressing his tongue into you in long strokes, letting you grind against his nose, his lips, the scratch of his cheeks, every movement he's making is so fucking perfect.
as he devours you, he presses his fingers into you again, and then you can't help yourself. you rut up on him, totally unable to practice anything resembling self restraint. in between strokes of his tongue, he pulls back and tells you, "i'm gonna need at least one more from you, baby, before you even get to think about sitting on this cock."
you let out a crazed whine, feeling joel's chuckle as he dives back in, eating your pussy like he was made to do only that.
he continues to build you up and up and without warning, you reach your peak again and come all over his face, your wet pussy drenching him and he closes his eyes and eats you through it like a man starved.
"fuck, baby," he says, "you taste so damn good, i could do that all day long."
you're splayed out, totally bare, the slick on your thighs cooling with the lack of contact. joel's looking you up and down, admiring your flushed body as he starts to undo his belt and drop his pants, your stomach flipping at the soft thunk of his belt hitting the floor.
you could feel, through his jeans, that his cock wasn't small, but you sure as fuck didn't anticipate just how thick and heavy it would hang between his wonderfully muscled thighs.
"you'd better get over here and fuck me, old man," you tease, and he snorts, before pulling you towards him by your ankles and landing a smack on your bare pussy.
"watch your manners, girl," he sneers.
"fuck!" you cry as you ride out the sensation, and he moves to slap you again, but your thighs are so slick his hand slips when he makes contact and accidentally presses you just right on your overstimulated clit, and to the surprise of both of you, you come again instantly.
he watches you, wide eyed, as you scream and your pussy clenches around nothing.
"you're just too easy, sweetheart," he laughs, "can't believe that little boyfriend of yours was such a bad lay when you're so goddamn easy. barely have to touch you and you're coming again and again for me."
"he'd just put it in, give it a couple thrusts, groan, and roll over," you snorted, loving the way joel's jaw clenches at your words, "besides, i prefer an older man."
"that's a damn shame, honey," he growls, "but i'm sure we can get ya taken care of."
you both realise at the same time that the video is still playing, as some particularly loud moans come through the speaker. you look over, and you swear you can see joel's eyes dilate as he watches.
that's a good girl, the man in the video croons, taking all of daddy's dick. wanna breed you full of me, fill you full of daddy's cum, you'd like that, huh?
you swallow and look back at joel. he looks ravenous.
"you love watching such dirty shit, don't you, baby?" joel asks, and starts teasingly rubbing your swollen clit again with his forefinger.
"yes daddy, please-" you agree, trying to chase the sensation, "please, i need your cock daddy, fill me up just like that-"
he lines himself up, notching the head of his thick cock at your entrance, and you're practically vibrating with need. it's not a want, it really is a need, if you don't have his cock right now you're probably gonna die and you need it you need it you need it so fucking badly
he laughs, and you realise you said all of that aloud, but you don't even have the capacity to feel truly shameful right now, you just need to feel him.
"c'mon, jo- daddy," you whine, "gotta feel you-"
"uh-uh, sweet thing," he chides, "i think you need to beg for it. you've got no manners, and knowing it's your momma who raised you it's pretty clear why, but you need to learn how to be a good girl. daddy's gonna teach you how to behave right here and now. got it?"
you let out a sharp exhale. "yes daddy."
"now beg."
two words shouldn't have such an ability to wreck you, but they do, and before you know it, you're rubbing your drooling pussy up against his cock head, rutting against him, begging and pleading-
"please, daddy, please fuck this wet pussy, you know how wrecked you've made me, turned me on so good, made me drip for you, made me come again and again on your fingers, i just wanna make you feel good, wanna take that cock, take everything you have to give, fuck me hard and fast and please, daddy, please--"
he cups your chin for just a moment, stroking a thumb along your jawline.
"that's better," he soothes, "what a good girl," and then he's slamming into you.
good fucking god he's huge, and you can swear you can feel every ridge, every vein, the swell of his shaft, the notch of his head, he's stretching you out deliciously.
you tilt your head back, leaving your throat bare, and let out a rough plea of, "choke me, daddy," and he doesn't need to be told twice, wrapping his hand around your neck and putting pressure in exactly the right spot. you can already feel the haziness building, and his thrusts keep coming fast and deep and you can feel the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.
"jesus christ, girl," he whines, and his thrusts start to falter a little, "you're gonna be the death of me. letting daddy use this nice little pussy just so he can feel good-"
his words begin to tip you over, and you know what you want-
"come inside me, daddy," you choke through the pressure around your throat, "fill me up, make yourself feel good, give it all to me-"
that does him in, and he lets out a strangled moan, coming inside you right as you come one last time, walls clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.
he releases your throat, and you both lay there for a minute, both totally fucked out.
after a minute, joel gingerly pulls out of you and lets out a weary groan.
"gonna be the death of me, woman," he snorts, and walks to your bathroom to clean himself up. he comes back a minute later with a cloth. you're expecting him to wipe you up, but first, he takes a moment to examine the cum that's dripping out of you.
"look so pretty like this, sweetheart," he smiles, presses his cum back into you, and then wipes down your slick thighs with the cloth.
"shit, joel-" you say, "who'd have thought you had that in you, old man?"
he rolls his eyes but he's still smiling, and then you sit together for a minute in comfortable silence. joel stands up after a while and grabs his coffee mug. takes a sip that you know must be cold by now, but he seems unbothered.
before he can leave, you stop him. "so-" you ask, "is this a one time thing, or?"
he shrugs, seemingly indifferent. "no reason i need to let your momma know what i know yet. and i reckon there's a lot more fun we can have before that happens."
you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and your shoulders relax.
"good." you say, and joel smiles.
"good," he repeats. "now, i know i've worked up quite an appetite and i'm guessing you might have, too. you pick the takeout, i'll go pick it up."
"thanks, joel." you smile, and you're already thinking of the next time as you scroll takeout options on your phone.
that's it. you're fucking addicted, and goddamn you can't wait for your next hit.
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i have another toji idea but this time he’s your bodyguard!
readers dad is a really rich businessman or something and reader is basically serena van der woodsen! she’s always out partying doing drugs and sleeping around so her dad hires toji to keep close eye on her. she’s not happy about it obviously!
reader is in college and toji is like i dont know in his late 30s!!
Bodygaurd!Toji x RichBrat!Reader
contains: fem reader, legal age gap, drug use, non con/dub con (not from Toji), voyeurism, exhibitionism, choking, dacraphillia, restraints, rough sex, so much dirty talk, daddy kink (sorry), teasing, sexual tension, brat taming, multiple orgasms, size kink, Toji has a big dick and knows what aftercare is :3
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The club music around the two men was blaring, Toji could feel a headache coming on. "That her?" Toji asked, pointing to a girl who was laughing at some college boy's joke by the bar, swatting his arm playfully. "She's uh.. that one there." Your father spoke, almost too quietly to be heard under the music. He pointed to you, you who were currently adorned in a skimpy black nightgown-esc dress, the fabric being pulled over the curve of your ass and exposing your lacy black thong without a care in the word to the room around you as you sat on a boy's lap, ruffling his hair as you sucked on his tongue, his hands leading your hips as he ground you down on top of him.
Toji turned his head back to your father, an unreadable expression on his face. Your dad held up his hands in the air, waving them in front of him. "S-shes a good girl really, just a little.. misguided." He said defensively. You loved your father, he was the only man in your life who acctually cared about you and didnt use you for your status or body. The two of you had a wonderful relationship, the only problem was you were an only child, and your mom had died early on in your life, resulting in him spoiling you a little too much.
So when you started acting out, wearing skimpier clothes, doing drugs, staying out late, frequenting parties, and bringing a new stranger home to fuck on his couch every night, you didn't exactly take to his words telling you to 'maybe calm down' in the best way. It's not like he had been strict about it when he talked to you, he had been very sweet and understanding when you said you were 'going through something'. Your father's lack of disciplinary skills combined with how much love he had for you and the constant mindset to always keep his sweet little girl happy had resulted in your behavior getting worse and worse.
Which is where Toji came in. You had just finished up a new photoshoot for a major modeling brand and it had brought you even more attention than you had been getting before, meaning you were going out more, and frequently engaged in unsafe sex and use of drugs. Your father couldn't stand to see you like this, so he hired you a body guard without consulting you first, someone he had worked with in the past, someone he knew wouldn't take your shit, because he sure as hell wasn't going to stop you.
Toji stayed quiet, watching your body sway and move in a way that was clear to him you were under the influence of something. The man beneath you looked too sober, and the way he had started to manhandle your drugged out body made his eye twitch. Toji had known you since you were a kid, he started doing business with your dad when he turned seventeen, and he saw you around sometimes too, although you looked quite different back then. "Do whatever you have to do, I just cant stand to see my little girl like this." Your father said, placing his hand on Toji's shoulder before he checked the time on his expensive wristwatch, clicking his teeth.
"I have to go, please don't leave her side, don't let her bring anyone home, and don't let anything enter her mouth that isn't food or water, alright? I'll be back in a week." When your dad had mentioned not letting you ingest anything that wasn't food and water—referring to substances—he couldn't help but think that might include other people's genitals too. He just had a hunch from the way you had started to palm at the man's crotch underneath you. "Right, is it alright if I use force if I gotta?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
"Yeah that's.. that's fine.." Your dad answered hesitantly. Toji averted his gaze from you, turning his head to look at your father, he smiled. "Have a good trip, sir, Don't worry about your daughter, I'll stick around and whip her into shape for as long as you need me to." He reassured, before starting off in your direction.
Upon closer inspection, he could see your eyes were all out of focus, you looked like you didn't even know what was going on around you as the blond-haired boy roughly kissed your neck, starting to slide his hands down your ass, slipping his fingers underneath your panties. God, you really did look so much different from when he used to watch you lay on your stomach on the floor of your living room, watching your cartoons.
This new look didn't suit you quite as much, white powder on the table in front of you, girls and guys alike touching your skin wherever they could get in, drinks scattered around you, your bra peeking out of your dress as the strap slipped down your shoulder, your eyes rolled back in your head. He doubted you even knew the name of the man who was marking your neck. Hell, he doubted you knew any of the people around you. The people around you were too high off their asses to even notice Toji's presence as he stood right behind you, he was so close he could practically feel the heat radiating off your skin.
The boy under you looked up at him, pulling his lips away from your neck. "You wanna taste, get in line old man, 's how this shit works." He giggled, talking about you like you were some disposable inanimate tool. Toji grit his teeth, grabbing the boy's hand and stopping it before he could dip it any lower in your panties. "She's not even fucking here right now, you don't see anything wrong with that?" He asked, referring to how high you were. The boy was taken aback at Toji's sheer strength, "What the- let go of me man-" He tried yanking his hand away from Toji, but to no avail.
"Look- she fucking loves it its fine, ain't that right baby~" He asked, grinning as he took his other hand to grab your jaw, nodding it forcefully. You smiled drunkenly, your eyes all out of focus as he manhandled your head. "Alright, I've seen enough." Toji sighed, leaning down he picked you up with ease from underneath your arms and threw you over his shoulder, your ass being exposed even more—if that was even possible.
"What the fuck~" You slurred, eyes trying to focus on the constantly moving ground underneath you as Toji kept one hand on the small of your back, walking you out of the building. You felt dizzy and sick, the music was too loud, but you still felt the need to kick and scream at the man who was taking you away from the chaos. "Who the fuck are you? 'was fuckin' doing something back there.." You slurred, weakly struggling in his grip.
Toji stayed silent until he reached the exit, pushing the heavy wood open he took in the cool air of the night, the ice-cold oxygen feeling refreshing in both of your lungs. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, shooting a quick text to one of your drivers who was nearby to pick the two of you up, ignoring your 'hey- answer me''s in the backround. He slipped the device back into his pocket, plopping you down on the ground in front of him, making sure to keep a hand on your waist to insure you didn't fall over.
"Was it you I was kissing?" You asked, squinting your eyes at him as you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes you placed your hands on his solid chest to try to get a good look at his face. "I don't think he had black hair.." you slurred, losing your balance on your tippy toes, and falling back onto flat feet. Thanks to Toji's grip you didn't fall flat on your ass. "You don't even care do you?" He asked incredulously, keeping his tone steady as he let you grope his chest.
Toji took the opportunity to fix your appearance up a bit, pulling the strap of your dress back atop your shoulder so your bra was fully covered again; not like it made a huge difference thanks to how low the dress was, but he still wanted to give you some dignity; he used his large hands to slide down your waist, smoothing out your dress so it rested on your thighs once more as it should. His touch felt so good, it was a lot softer than the touches from the college boy's inside, you could work with this.
"Mmm, not really." You smiled up at him, biting your lip between your teeth as you looked him up and down. "You takin' me home to fuck me?" You mumbled, giving him a doped-out grin. "Not exactly." He replied. Seconds after, the car approached, and out came another middle-aged man who walked to the curbside and opened the door for the both of you. Toji held your waist as he walked you towards the open door. You stopped in your tracks, holding the top of the car door when you got close enough to see the driver's face.
You looked at him closely, narrowing your eyes. "Wait.. you're my driver.. why are you here? I'm not going home yet," you said confused, tuning your body to look between the two men. "Yes, you are," Toji replied, using a strong hand to manipulate your weak body as he pressed your shoulder down, pushing you into the car. "No- no wait- what the fuck? You said you were gonna fuck me." You slurred, watching the blurry picture of Toji slide into the car after you, the driver slamming it slut promptly.
Toji gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, "Don't think your dad would like it very much if I fucked his daughter while she was high on coke." You blinked at him, trying to make the fuzziness in your vision go away, "'m not on coke, it's jus' molly, and why the fuck are you bringing up my dad?" You asked, trying to jerk your head away from his hand. "Your father hired me to be your personal cockblock, hope you're ready for rehab," Toji smirked, releasing your face as he bucked you into the seat, your body jolting when the driver pulled out into the street and started driving the two of you home.
You woke up with a headache, stomachache— honestly it would take longer to list what wasn't aching in your body. You groaned, stretching your limbs under your own sheets as you tried to wake yourself up. Wait, these are my sheets? How did I get home last night? you wondered. "Fuck.. water." You sat up, sitting on your ass as you curled your legs up to your chest, laying your forehead on your knees. Your throat was dry- like you had been stranded in the dryest desert for months, you tried to swallow, but it just felt like swallowing sandpaper. You didn't care as much about how you got home, too focused on trying not to throw up as you tried to gather the strength to stand.
You always regretted the morning after you went so hard like a night like the last. You always felt like a shell of yourself the morning after, no amount of drugs or sex could make that feeling go away until the next night, but it wasn't awful enough for you to break this little cycle you had going. "Need some water?" A voice rang in your ears, making your body jolt as you held your hand over your chest, scooting back on the bed as you looked in the direction of the voice to the large figure standing in your doorway.
A tall, balck haired and well build man who looked to be around your dad's age walked into your room holding a glass of water, you swore he looked familiar but you couldn't pinpoint where you had seen him before. You sighed, chalking it up to another unwanted one-night stand who had overstayed their welcome, although you didn't quite feel sore down there.. maybe his dick was just small? It's not like you could remember if you tried anyways. "Don't you know you're not supposed to hang around after we fuck? It's called a one-night stand for a reason." You said sharply, rubbing your temples with your fingers.
"Good thing we didn't fuck." Toji smirked, flipping on your light switch, making your face scrunch up in displeasure. You had no time to be confused when the light hit your eyes, making your headache worsen tenfold as you hid your face in your knees once again, pulling the sheets over your head. "Dude, what the fuck! Turn that shit off." You yelled, your voice coming to him muffled as you spoke into the sheets. "Its almost 2pm, you're not going to rot in bed all day, promised your dad I would take care of you, so get up." He said, uncrossing his arms as he started towards you, setting the water down on the bedside table as he stood at the side of your mattress, looking down at you.
His words made a flashback shoot through your brain, one of last night, the two of you in a car together, and this man had just told you he was your bodyguard. You turned your head to the side, squinting your eye at him as you tried to gauge if he looked like the same man in your flashback--unfortunately for you, he did. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." You groaned, half of the word being muffled when you turned your head back to your knees. "Remember me now, princess?" He asked, his deep, usually soothing voice meeting your ears in a grating, annoying way.
You pick your head up, giving him the best snarky smile you could manage while your body fought with the aftereffects of what you did to it last night. "You really think you're gonna stop me from doing what I want?" You raised your eyebrow challengingly at him, keeping your eyes on his darker ones. "I'm not as nice as your daddy, so yes, I do." He said, ripping the comforter off of your frame he grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him on the bed, your night shorts and t-shirt he had dressed you in last night riding up, showing more of your thighs and midriff.
You stared at him in disbelief, your chest heaving at the sudden manhandling. "Don't touch me." You yanked your foot out of his grip and sat up, sliding off the bed hastily you made quick work of walking past the man, towards the bathroom. Toji winced when you slammed the door shut to the bathroom behind you, the sound echoing through the entire house, he was sure even the neighbors heard it. He sighed, sitting down on your bed, his big hand coming to rub his forehead in annoyance. "He better be paying me fucking good to put up with his little brat," Toji mumbled under his breath.
When his hand dropped into his lap, his vision was unobstructed once more, and under the illumination of the bright lights above your bed, and the absence of your presence distracting him, he could clearly see the bag of white pills on your dresser. "Jesus christ.." Toji whispered, his lip curling in disgust. He stood, pocketing the bag of substances to promptly flush down the toilet later. Something in the back of his head was telling him to check in your bedside table.
The man didn't exactly have the strongest morals, so he didn't think much of going through a college junkie girl's drawer. Just as he expected, when he pulled the drawer open he found three bright orange pill bottles, all labeled with different names. With a curt laugh, he pocketed those as well, he would make sure they were delt with appropriately. Once the drugs were in his pocket, he noticed the bright pink vibrator next to them, along with a baby blue dildo, some condoms he doubted you used, and panties with the crotch cut out.
He laughed, "Your good girl is actually pretty naughty.." He said under his breath, directed to your father. He didn't want to look too long, not because he was afraid of you finding out, he was sure you were going to the moment you came back in here, looking for something to take your pain away from the day before. He didn't want to look too long because he didn't want to imagine his boss's daughter sprawled out on her bed, legs wide as one hand pinched her nipples and the other used the vibrator on her sensitive little clit through the gape in the crotchless panties.
He heard the shower turn on, snapping him out of his thoughts as he shut the drawer, averting his gaze as he did so. He flicked the lights off in your room as he left, making his way down to the living room where your chef was preparing your breakfast, rich people. The old woman behind the counter who was cooking something that smelled devine, looked happy to be there though. He knew how genuinely nice your father was, and he figured you must've treated them with the same kindness for them to stick around.
He must've been sitting on the couch watching the old woman cook for quite some time because your figure emerged from the hallway leading into the open room, adorned in nothing but skimpy panties and a tank top. You were ruffling your hair in a pink towel, trying to dry it the best you could before you discarded the towel on the floor and jumped up on the expensive-looking bar stool in front of the kitchen. You sat on your knees, your ass poking out towards Toji, he watched as you twisted back and forth on the chair, showing off your body like you wanted him to see.
He was grateful you had come down here in a better mood than before, you must've not checked your empty dresser drawer yet. "Good morning" You spoke kindly to the old woman, to which she replied her own 'good morning' with a smile. He liked seeing you like this, this was the you he recognized. He could barely tell you were the same person who was letting yourself get manhandled on the lap of a stranger in the middle of a disgusting club high on drugs.
Toji just couldn't help but break the peacefulness of the morning with his deep voice, "Where are your clothes?" He asked, "You have company." You sighed, sitting your butt down on the stool you brought your foot up on the cushion, resting your chin on your knee as you tipped your head as you looked at him. "You're just my handler, right? So why are you talking right now?" Your face was scrunched in disdain, the girl from last night making an appearance, he had a hard time telling which of the two of you was real.
"Just sayin' it's unbecoming for a young lady like you to have your ass out so shamelessly." Toji retorted. "This is my house, I'll do whatever I want old man." You bit back, spinning around as the chef pushed your plate towards you, the colors of the different foods on your plate stimulating your brain that was dulled from last night's drugs. "Oh ma'am, I would be lost without you." You whispered to the chef, placing your hand ontop of her wrinkled one gratefully. You thought the conversation between you and your babysitter was over, so you were shocked when you felt his chest bump against your back, his large hand reaching over yours to grab the other plate the woman had made for him.
"Your daddy spoiled you too much, now you're just a stuck-up brat. You should listen to your elders y'know?" Toji scolded. His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, maybe this could be something, you always did love a good hatefuck. The warmth of his chest was gone as soon as it came as he took the plate back to the sofa, kicking his legs up on the coffee table as he started shoveling the food into his mouth sloppily. "When you stop treating me like a kid, I might." You answered, keeping your back to him to he couldn't see the blush that had spread across your face.
The two of you ate in silence, you were the first to get up, walking your plate over to the sink to clean the food off, when your phone started buzzing on the counter. You abandoned the plate in the sink, walking back over to see who was calling. Toji watched your eyes light up as you answered the phone, probably some college boy you were fucking with at the moment had called you to hook up. It was the middle of the day, students these days were relentless. "Tonight? Send me the address and I'll be there~" You cooed into the receiver.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize you had just been invited out to another party. Toji acted quickly, when you faced your body away from him, leaning against the fridge as you listened to the boy speak, Toji appeared behind you once again, snatching your phone out of your hand, "No she won't." Toji spoke for you, letting him know you would absolutely not be going to any parties under his watch before hanging up the phone. "Stop fucking doing that!" You yelled, your body jolting in surprise as you turned around, glaring at the man just inches from you.
You grabbed his wrist that was holding your phone, with your other you ripped the device out of his hand before digging your sharp nail into his chest and giving him a death stare from under your lashes. "Touch what belongs to me again Ill-" "You'll what? Fire me? Your pretty drugged-up brain keeps forgetting your daddy hired me?" He smirked, crossing his bulging biceps over his chest. You took a step back, shaking your head. "You won't tell me what to do, fucking watch." You spat, walking off to your room. Toji brushed it off as an empty threat, what could you possibly accomplish when he was watching your every move like a hawk?
When you reached the comfort of your bedroom you slammed the door shut, hoping Toji would hear from his place downstairs. Who the fuck was he to come into your life and order you around? And your dad had hired him too? Seriously? These old men needed to stop fucking intervening with you, you didn't need any help. After that thought ran through your head you made a path straight for your drawer, looking for a pill or two to at least make you feel like you weren't cooped up at home if you couldn't actually leave.
Curling your fingers around the handle you pulled it open and- what the fuck? The familiar orange bottles you kept next to your sex toys were nowhere to be seen. Even on your most fucked up nights you had never neglected to put the bottles back where they belonged in your drawer. There was only one person who could've done this. "OLD MAN!!" Toji heard your voice echo, your footsteps getting louder as you marched angrily into the living room. A grin spread across his face when your figure came into view, his feet still kicked up on the coffee table as he barely spared you a glance before he went back to watching his show.
"Do you really not know my name, or are you just being a brat?" Toji asked, keeping his eyes on the screen. You were fuming, you had spent your hard-earned money on those (not like you had a shortage of cash or anything, but you hated your drug guy, he was so pushy and not at all cute.) "Toji, you had no right to go through my drawers like that, seriously, you're more fucked up than you think I am!" You yelled, your face growing hot, veins pumping with adrenaline. Toji decided you were worth the time of day, tilting his head back against the couch cushion he looked at you.
"Your daddy said I could do whatever I wanted, he also said to keep all that nasty shit out of your pretty little body, so that's exactly what I'm going to do." He replied, raising his eyebrows as he looked you up and down, pausing on your crotch, still only clad in those skimpy panties he couldn't stand. You blushed at him calling your body pretty, his words making your brain forget its track of thought for a moment. "W-what I put inside me isn't any of your business." You retorted, placing your hand on your hip.
"It is when your father specifically tells me it is." Toji laughed. "If you want something inside you so bad why don't you put those toys to use? That'll give you some kinda high for sure." Your face heat up even more. You figured he had seen your toy stash in the process of him throwing your pills away, but you didn't think he was going to use them against you like this. "Did my dad tell you to harass me like this too? Fucking pervert." You spat. "You're calling me a pervert when you're walking around in front of me with just those little panties on? There practically fucking see-through."
You were feeling hot in a different place now. You still wanted to punch him so hard he threw up, but another part of you wanted to climb over the cough and straddle his hips, pull his cock out and sit on it, letting him fuck you dumb. You'd never fucked someone his age before, it sounded fun, you bet he had loads more experience than the college guys you were sleeping with. "Why are you looking?" You retorted, your voice losing its edge. "Don't you want me to?" Toji replied. The two of you kept your eyes on one another, the air around you thick, making it hard to breath as neither one of you dared to break the eye contact.
The doorbell ringing snapped you out of it, both of your heads turning to look at the massive entrance doors. Toji stood to get it, but you beat him to it, running over to the door. "I got it." You told him. He stood behind the sofa, watching you open the door in your slutty attire. Pulling open the door, a handsome man around your age came into view, his arms sticking out for a hug as he stepped inside. "Absolutely not," Toji spoke, making haste for the door to shove him out. "Relax, do you think I'm fucking stupid?" Toji raised his eyebrows like you knew what he was going to say, before he crossed his arms and let you finish.
"He's gay, nothing is going to happen. You won't let me go to this fucking party, and I am not staying here alone with you all day." You hissed. The boy behind you nodded, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. Toji stayed quiet for a while, the boy hadn't said or done anything yet to contrast your words, so even though he was hesitant, he stepped aside, letting the two of you pass as you held his hand and dragged him in the direction of your room. He heard you giggle as you pulled him along with you, his eyes squinting before he shook off the feeling, finding his place once more on the comfortable sofa.
About an hour had passed since the boy had arrived and he hadn't heard anything suspicious yet. For having such a massive and expensive home, you sure had some thin fucking walls. Toji was starting to doze off, his show having long ended and now some drama had taken its place, droning on in the background. His eyes were fluttering shut, arms crossed over one another, and that’s when he heard it.
“Ahh!” His eyes shot open, scanning around the room as he tried to figure out if what he heard had been a figment of his imagination or not. “Fuck! Baby~ ngh!” There it was. All he needed to hear. You had fucking lied. He heard your moans echo through the walls, you were so loud it was like you wanted him to hear you. “This fucking bitch.” Toji mumbled under his breath, uncrossing his arms he stood and made haste for your room. The moans and crying began to be accompanied by slaps and squelches the closer he got to your closed door.
"Yeah~ give it to m-meee" you moaned between his thrusts. Truth be told, he wasn't fucking you well at all, you only invited him over because his looks rivaled Toji's, but even then he fell short. His thrusts were sloppy and felt more like he was jabbing around your cunt with a thin stick, but you wanted Toji to know you were in charge here, he wasn't going to come into your home and tell you what you could and couldn't do, so if it took a bad fuck to get that through his head, so be it, it's not like you were going to see this boy after today anyways.
You had a smile on your face, which the boy took as him fucking you good, his annoying moans filling up your ears, "Yeah? You like me fucking dick?" He whined, emphasizing his words with a thrust that made you yell out, not from pleasure; not like he would be able to distinguish the difference anyway, "Love ittt~" You faux moaned, fighting to keep a yawn from spilling through your lips. The boy kept jabbing his dick into your walls, and you got so immersed in listening to your own moans to get you through this, that your soul almost jumped out of your body when your door swung open.
Toji stood in the doorway, the vein on his forehead protruding out from under the skin as he took in your position. You were ass up, face down in the sheets, and he could tell right away you didn't like it as much as you were leading on, he saw right through your little game. It only took a couple steps for Toji to get from your doorway to standing behind the man at the edge of your bed. Faster than you could comprehend, Toji had yanked the boy back from the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the bed and out of you as he stumbled on the floor, awkwardly tucking his cock into his pants.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelled, turning your body around you crawled towards them on the bed, reaching out for the boy like you wanted him to stay. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you wanted to rile Toji up and show him you could do whatever you wanted, but you didn't know he would storm in here and throw the boy out forcefully. You should've known he was the type of guy to pull something like this. "You know you're way out right?" He said to the confused boy you had dragged into your mess.
He held him up by the collar, bringing his face close to his own he tipped his head, waiting for the boy to answer. He nodded in fear, still trying to wrap his poor aroused head at what was happening. "Good, be a good boy and let yourself out, would you?" He whispered, throwing him forward and out of your room. The boy stumbled on his feet, trying to grab the wall so he didn't fall over before the door was being slammed shut in his face.
"Fuck! You asshole, Fuck!" You were behind Toji, grabbing at his shirt as you tried to get him to face you so you could yell at him properly. While he was throwing out your fuck, you had slid on your panties and pulled your tanktop back over your tits poorly, the hard buds of your nipples poking through the shirt. Toji wasted no time in turning quick on his heels as he grabbed you by the throat, your hands coming to grip at his wrist as he choked you out, pressing just hard enough that you could barely manage to get a stream of air through your esophagus.
He leaned his face close to yours, looking at how messy you looked with your tangled hair and smeared lipstick. "You really think you can get away with shit like that? Huh?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes at you. You whined, trying to give him a pout, "Aww, don't act like you wanted him to stay, he wasn't even fucking you right, was he? If I wanted to hear someone fake an orgasm I would've gone to pornhub." He said, looking between your glassy eyes and your swollen lips from the boys sloppy kissing.
"You're such a slut you know that? You can't go one fucking day without having a cock inside you, even if it's bad, huh?" He chastised, slowly walking you backward towards the bed, so slow you barely noticed it. "He get you high too? Hmm?" He asked, his other hand coming up to pull your eye down to get a better look at your pupils. "N-no." You whispered through his hand squeezing your throat. "No?" His eyes everted to the side table, where a few white pills sat atop the wood, waiting to be taken.
"But you were gonna let him get you high, weren't you?" He asked, following your face when you yanked it away from his hand that pulled down your eye. "None of your fucking business." You spat through your teeth. It was only then you realized you were back at your bed, your calves bumping into the mattress taking you out of your trance. "How is it none of my business when you were moaning like a pathetic slut just to get my attention?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he slid his massive thigh between your own, his knee pressing against your crotch.
You kept silent, pouting at him as you kept your pretty eyes locked on his, waiting for him to do anything. "You sure you ain't high right now?" He asked, to which you quickly nodded. Toji smirked, huffing out a smile at your unapologetic display of lust, "Ur' pupils that big cos you're horny then?" Your arousal spiked tenfold when he announced your need. You licked your lips, nodding at his words as you shamelessly let your eyes fall on his plump lips, dragging between them and his dark eyes.
Toji was feeling conflicted. On one hand, he could think of no better time to put you in your place and fuck the brat out of you, showing you who was really in charge here, you were sober and so clearly wanted it after all. The more rational side of him was telling him this was his boss's daughter, who was twice his age, so he absolutely should not fuck her. Unluckily for the rational side of his brain, your hard nipples poking through your shirt and the smell of your arousal that was still evident in the room was more than enough to sway him, the primal side of him winning as he listened to his urges.
"You wanna find out how it's supposed to feel to get fucked?" Toji whispered, like if he said the words too loud, your father who was currently in another country might hear. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation before he pressed his lips to yours, the pair of you instantly groaning into the other's mouth. You don't know if you've ever felt this aroused in your life. Even his kisses made you feel something you've never experienced before, was every kiss supposed to feel like this?
Toji slowly pushed you back on the bed, keeping his knee between your legs as he hovered over you, releasing your neck and instead using one hand to pull your panties off, his other resting by your head so he didn't crush you. You wrapped your hands around his strong neck, whimpering into the kiss. He heard you giggle when you threw your panties somewhere in the room, sliding his hand up your waist as he situated you on the bed, pulling your thighs around his hips. "Whats so funny?" He asked, pulling back from the kiss as he watched you smile underneath him, tilting your head as you loosened your arms around his neck.
"Jus' wondering what my dad would think if he saw what the bodyguard he got to protect his little girl was doing to her right now~" You giggled, biting your lip. Toji shook his head, keeping his eyes on yours as he wordlessly dipped his fingers down to your pussy, teasing up and down your soaked entrance. "Yeah, what would he think about you fucking someone twice your age? Fuckin' brat." He spat, watching your smile fade and your expression be replaced with your slacked jaw and raised eyebrows as your eyes fluttered when he dipped his large fingers into your hole, pressing into it teasingly before pulling away.
"I know he's used to seein' you slut yourself out to those dumb college boys, but this might shock him.. huh?" He cooed, pressing his fingers into your cunt slowly, your walls greedily swallowing up his thick digits. "F-fuck-" You cursed, your eyes falling shut, tipping your head agaisnt the pillow. "That feel good baby? You like feelin' this old man's fingers in your pussy? Fuckin' into your sweet spot?" He whispered, bringing his lips against yours once more, hovering them against you as he inhaled your reactions when he curled his fingers, massaging your g-spot with precision.
"Right there-" You gasped quietly against his lips, wiggling your hips down onto his fingers. "Right here? Yeah? When's the last time someone actually touched you right here, hmm?" He asked, softly kissing your lips before he went back to hovering his lips over yours. "I-I don't know." You whispered, trying to kiss him back but he kept his lips just far enough away from yours that you couldn't manage. "No? That why you're so fucking insatiable huh? Jus' waiting to find the guy who will actually fuck you right?" You were dripping around his fingers. His soft teasing words were a stark contrast to his fingers that now pistoned in and out of you, wet squelching noises bouncing off the walls and echoing into your ears, driving you mad.
"Mhm- mhm-" You replied, nodding your head rapidly, feeling your orgasm come on quickly. "You're not gonna find that with these fuckin' college boys sweet thing, 'ya need a man for that, someone a little.. older." He whispered, making you whine against him as he curled his fingers into a particularly sensitive spot. You abandoned one of your arms around his neck, reaching between you to grab his wrist. Your eyes cracked open, staring up at him as you breathed heavily. "All it takes is a couple fingers and you're a good girl, isn't that right?" He asked, feeling you squeeze around his fingers.
He continued to drill his fingers into you, your back arching against him as moans fell freely from your lips, your nails digging into his wrist as you felt your orgasm creep up on you. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Toji asked knowingly, smirking when you nodded against him. You felt it, it was right there, well within your grasp when- suddenly the stimulation stopped, your orgasm fizzling out. Your eyes peeled open, eyebrows scrunched together as you looked up at him with a crimson face. "You sure?" He asked, his smirk growing.
Toji abandoned his fingers from your pussy, pulling them out with a pop as he sat back on his heels, replacing his lips with his fingers soaked in your cum as he pressed them against your lips, watching while you eagerly took them into your mouth, moaning around them as you tasted yourself on your tongue. Of course, you were mad Toji had pulled away right before you came but with the way he had rubbed inside your walls so nicely, your brain couldn't think of anything bratty to say as you sucked on his fingers, watching his eyes watch your lips as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.
You moaned around his fingers when your eyes made contact with his girth, it was massive, way bigger than anything you had taken before, even bigger than your dildo. His was prettier than other dicks you'd seen too, a pretty flushed and tripping tip to contrast against a slightly darker color of his length. He jerked his cock steadily, pressing his fingers deeper into your mouth. "You like what you see, brat?" Toji asked, grinning when he felt your tongue slide over his fingers, mimicking the way you sucked a cock.
Toji groaned through a smile when you grabbed his wrist tighter and pushed his fingers into your throat, bobbing your head around them. "Someone trained you before me, huh? Who taught you to suck fingers like a dick?" Toji asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You swallowed your arousal and saliva in your mouth before pulling his fingers from you, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers. "I don't remember." You smiled drunkenly, making his cock twitch as he didn't let up his strokes on it. "Such a slut." He said, shaking his head.
You whined at his words, spreading your legs around his thighs to make more room, you dropped your hands down to his cock and wrapped both your hands around the tip, jerking what you could while he kept up his own ministrations on his cock as well. "You gonna slut yourself out for me too? Show me how good you are at taking cock?" He asked, releasing his hand from his dick he leaned over you, placing his forearms around your head as you stroked the entirety of his cock in your hands, wrapping your legs around him.
"Yeah~" You answered, looking between the two of you as you pressed his fat tip against your entrance, his cock leaking against your pussy. "You gonna fuck me raw, daddy?" You whispered against his ear. Toji swore his brain stopped working, his cock throbbed in your hold at the name. He audibly groaned, pressing one of his hands over your mouth, "Don't do that." He warned, swallowing hard as his smile faded from his face, his arousal plastering itself all over his features.
Toji felt a new need, a rawer, more primal one. He knew he shouldn't have felt as aroused as he did when you called him that, but he couldn't fucking help it. He kept replaying your words over in his head, one of your hands came up to pull his down off of your mouth, while the other stayed between your legs, his tip pushing past the ring of your cunt, making the both of you gasp. "You like it when I call you that, huh?" You whispered, watching his jaw go slack and his eyes roll back as he slipped deeper and deeper into your cunt. "Fuck- you're so- haah- so big-" you whined, his cock pressing agaisnt your sweet spot ruining your attempts at being in control for even a second.
"Yeah.." Toji moaned, his eyes peeled open again to watch your expression as you took his cock, "Let's see if you're still runnin' that fuckin' mouth when I'm done with you." He finished, thrusting his cock to the hilt unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you. The older man started up a brutal pace inside your cunt, his eyes rolling back at how tight and warm you were around him. Both of your hands came down to push against his pelvis, trying to get him to slow down, "Fuck! T-toji w-wait wait-" You whined at the painful stretch.
"Nah, what happened to 'daddy' huh? Though you liked callin' me that shit." He asked, not letting up his hips, ignoring your hands trying to push him away. "Stop fucking whining, you can take it, ur' such a big fuckin' girl who can take anything, right?" Toji smirked, biting down on his teeth when he felt you squeeze around him. Incohearant moans were being fucked out of you, one of your hands starting to circle around your little clit in small circles as you felt yourself rapidly approach your orgasm.
He gripped both of your wrists together, stopping your motions as he pinned your hands above your head, watching your head thrash back and forth against the sheets. "Answer me brat." He spat, picking up the pace of his hips. "Fuck f-fuck D-daddy please-" You wined, letting him hear exactly what he wanted to hear. You've never called anyone other than your father that name; really only calling Toji the nickname in the first place to tease him; so it felt foreign calling Toji that in this setting, but seeing how worked up it got him made you aroused as well.
He groaned once again at the nickname, his hand that wasn't pinning your arms above your head came down to rub at your clit, finding it with pinpoint precision and rubbing it in circles just how you liked it. "Oh fuck me-" you groaned, your eyes rolling back, head tipping back in the sheets, revealing your still marked-up neck to him. He hated the sight, he wanted to lean down and replace the ugly purple marks with his own, darker ones, so that's exactly what he did.
He found the bruises with his eyes first, then made sure his lips were covering them before he started sucking the skin into his mouth, making you gasp. "When's the last time someone touched your clit for you?" Toji asked, noticing how tight you got around him when you rubbed the little bud, your legs squeezing his waist simultaneously. "I- I don't know I- Fuck!" Your head pushed further back into the sheets as Toji kept sucking on your neck. "Feels soo much better when someone else does it huh?" Toji asked knowingly.
Your moans were raising in pitch, the noises coming less frequently as your high crept over you, your breath stuttering in your chest as you came hard, all over his dick, moaning out his name and broken cries of 'daddy' as you did. "Oh- fuck yeahhh~ Cum all over daddy's fucking cock princess, that's fucking right~" He leaned back from your neck, pressing your wrists into the bed harder as he fucked you through your first orgasm, your walls squeezing him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. You came down, gasping and crying in overstimulation as Toji kept fucking you, the squelching louder now thanks to your orgasm.
"That feel good baby? Wanna feel that again?" He asked, laughing at how tears had started to fall down your cheeks. "P-please fuck- Your cock feels so- fucking- good-" You praised through his rough thrusts, his hips making your body slide up on the bed from how hard he was fucking you. "Yeah? I bet it feels good, you're fucking shaking." Toji laughed, slowing his thumb against your clit so as to not overstimulate you to the point of passing out, as validating as it would be to see you literally pass out from his cock, he didn't want to deal with that right now.
"You like my p-pussy?" You asked, smirking at him, noticing how his grip on your wrists tightened when you asked him that. His cock twitched as he watched your tits bounce from under your shirt, your nipple occasionally popping out from under the fabric. "Who taught you to speak like that? Such a filthy fucking mouth." Toji chastized, picking up his thumb on your clit once more, wanting to see you fall apart one more time on his dick before he came.
"Y- fuck T-you didn't answer-" You wined, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach once more. Everything about this man was making your entire body feel like it was on fire. How confident he was, how he knew your anatomy like the back of his hand, how he seemed to know every little button on your body that made you twitch and whine, all of it was driving you crazy. "You want me to tell you how much I love fucking you little pussy? Huh?" He stared, groaning against your lips as he leaned down, kissing you between words.
"Want me to tell you how I almost came when I got inside you? How good it feels when you twitch around me?" He whispered, kissing you hungrily, swallowing up your high-pitched moans as his hips lost rhythm. "That what you wanna hear? How you have daddy losing his mind in your tight little cunt?" You pulled off of his lips, practically screaming his name as your high crashed over you once more, his words being the final straw that got you there.
Toji dropped his head to your neck, biting the skin there to keep his groans at bay. "Fuck- fuck- where do you want it?" Toji rushed, hoping you were able to respond through your orgasm, or he was going to cum inside you anyways. "I-inside daddy f-fill me up!" You slurred through your high, riding your orgasm out on his dick as he continued to pull his cock almost completely out before bullying it back inside you. "Yeah? Want me to cum inside you? God- you drive me fucking crazy-" Toji continued to thrust inside your tired cunt, fucking you once more into overstimulation as he groaned loudly into your neck; he never was one to be shy about being loud in bed.
"Fuck- It's coming- gonna fill you up baby, 'n you're gonna take every last fucking drop, right?" He asked. He desperately needed to hear you say it. "Yes baby yes- g-gonna take it all- c-cum inside me pleasee~" You slurred, the pulsing of your walls working him over just right as his breath hitched at the first rope of his hot cum shooting inside your cunt. His teeth dug into your neck when he came, his hips stuttering as he humped them against you every time his cock shot out his cum. "Yessss~ Fucking give it to me daddy~" you slurred against his ear, giggling.
He stilled against you, the aftershocks of his orgasm wracking through his body, his grip had tightened around your wrist almost completely cutting off your circulation, you were sure to have bruises there in the morning. The two of you panted when he finally came down from his high. He sat up, slowly pulling his cock out of your sore and red pussy, his eyes watching as his thick cum spilled out of your hole and down the curve of your ass. "Take a picture if you wanna~" You said, squeezing your calves around his waist.
Toji shook his head, "You should be careful with that, you know who you are, don't you?" Toji said, scooping up his cum he stuffed his fingers back inside you, keeping it all in. You didn't know what to say back, guys usually jumped at the opportunity to take a picture of you all ruined like this, was it weird to say you were almost charmed by Toji looking out for you? "Your legs alright?" He asked, his voice breaking the silence when he noticed how shaky they were.
You weren't used to someone asking how you were after sex either.. this Toji.. he was weird. "Uh, yeah, just a little sore." You said, uncharacteristically shy. His eyes glanced up at your bashful face, before they found your wrists, seeing bright red marks imprint on the skin there, he admit the sight was erotic, but that shit look like it hurt. "Shit, sorry," Toji mumbled, his hand reaching up to your hands on your tummy to rub your wrist softly in his hands. "Didn't mean to fuck your shit up so bad." He laughed. You giggled at his choice of words, "It's fine, it felt good." you replied.
Toji had started to climb off the bed, tucking his cock into his pants a he laughed, walking towards the entrance of your room. Right, he was going to leave now, just because he was a good fuck doesn't mean he was going to stay now. "Don't move," he instructed, making you snap out of your thoughts. You watched Toji exit the room, you heard the skin in the bathroom turn on briefly before the water stopped, soon after the large man entered the room again.
You hadn't moved, just like he told you to. You watched him crawl back on the bed, a damp rag in his hand as he wiped your legs down, starting from your ankles, "I would carry you to the shower, but you wouldn't be able to stand anyway." He laughed. You pulled your leg back, out of his grasp, "What are you doing?" You asked. Toji looked at you like you were dumb, "I'm cleaning you up?" He said like it was obvious, roughly pulling your leg back towards himself so he could wipe you clean again, kissing your ankle before he threw it over his shoulder, scooting forward to wipe down the underside of his thigh.
"You're weird, Toji fushiguro." You said, blushing at his sudden soft treatment of your body. The man laughed, reaching your sore cunt he dragged the towel through your folds, cleaning the mess the two of you made there as you groaned in distain. "Okay, baby." He replied.
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aeshiiteiru · 10 months
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soo could you write about dazai, chuuya and tecchou's red green and beige flags?
…My Flags?
— Their green, red and beige flags ft. O.Dazai, N. Chuuya, S. Tetchou
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— Warnings & Notes
sfw | Mix
|| thx for the request, made me have an unwanted reality check lmao
|| kinda angsty but also fluffy and funny, those are based on my own thoughts and opinions!
m.list | writing rules
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— Dazai
The green flags
He tries his best to be a good boyfriend. Of course it takes time and effort, but he really tries to give his all for you and you notice it (most of the time). He just tries his best for you (even though he has his moments)
He showers you with compliments. He wants you to know what he feels for you every step of the way. Some compliments are actually just so ridiculous it’s funny
“Mh, ‘bella! You’re so beautiful I would definitely steal your photos, make a fake account, and impress other people online!”
“That’s, uh….creepy but cute, thank you love…”
Conversation with him are never boring! He will find thousands of stupid topics just to talk to you about them! He wants to hear you laugh and see you smile as you state your opinions on all these weird things. (He probably doesn’t want to do his work smh)
The red flags
He tends to gaslight you…a lot. Mostly about that you’re just paranoid that he gaslights you. He doesn’t do it on purpose most of the time, it’s just how he is.
Unfortunately he still flirts with other women. He isn’t cheating, but the sweet words and looks still happen sometimes. He does it unintentionally, but it’s there, it happens. He says he tries to get rid of these habits, but you’re doubtful.
 Dazai runs away from his problems. Always. Whenever there is a conflict between you two he tries to brush it off and act like everything is okey. That is until he notices you’re genuinely upset with him, then he just leaves. He leaves and returns after a few hours or days of no contact and acts like nothing happened again.
The beige flags
 When he notices that he accidentally made you cry, he will jump on top of you to aggressively suck the tears off your face like some human vacuum in order to make you laugh and feel better. It’s ridiculous but it works.
Whenever you ask him what he wants to eat he always, always replies with “you” or “nothing”. No in-between, no specifics. It was funny at first, but at some point you just started to sigh and shake your head at it.
He keeps his undies that have holes in them so that he can surprise you by walking out the bathroom and tearing them off his body only leaving the waist band. He calls it the “grand reveal”. Always whenever you least expect it. Makes you question many things.
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— Chuuya
The green flags
He notices the little things. You have a sparkle in your eyes whenever you see a flower you like? Expect a bouquet of these flowers on the table the next day. You pick out a vegetable from your food because you don’t like it? He noticed, and he made sure that that vegetable never appears in your house ever again.
Yeah so he is always trying to impress you with things. He often makes a fool out of himself because of it, but it brings a smile to your face so you let him do his thing.
Chuuya loves to gossip about people with you. You know the second he says “you won’t believe what happened.” Means you’re in for the hottest, spiciest tea spill in history. His gossip is always so juicy it leaves you gasping with every sentence. You love how he trusts only you with it.
The red flags
The way he expresses his anger makes you feel unsafe sometimes. You never know when he will accidentally harm you during one of his anger outbursts. It’s very worrisome to you and actually him too.
He is an alcoholic already a separate red flag, so stuff happens when he is wasted (which is often). Chuuya often tells you hurtful things during that time. It’s things he would never, ever allow to leave his mouth while sober, but we all know drunk Chuuya is not your Chuuya anymore.
Always needs to know where you are and what you’re doing. He is very, very controlling. Is it because he is worried? Possessive? Obsessive?? No one knows. But he is, and it’s suffocating sometimes. You basically have no privacy. (It’s probably because he has trust issues that you’ll leave him at some point just like others ekhem Dazai )
“So, where are you going? Who will you be with?”
“….to a bar, with just some friends..?”
“Is that so? What friends? Actually, I’ll have some of my men go with you to be sure you’ll be fine.”
“……”
The beige flags
Whenever he spills the hot tea of the day in the mafia, you’re no longer “love, dear, doll or baby” etc. No, no, that’s when you become “dawg” or “bro” and you deal with it. He is not aware of it and you never tell him. You are dawg. That’s final.
Whenever he misplaces his belongings, the first thing he does is ask you “what did you do with my (insert item)?” It doesn’t matter what it is, his phone, his hat whatever, he thinks you took it.
When you guys go to bed he scoots closer and closer over the course of the night in order to cuddle you, except he always scoots a little too much and you always end up falling off the bed, and then when you try to get him to move back a little he will complain that it’s late and you should be sleeping instead of waking him up. (He is only half awake the whole time, forgive him for being a bitch)
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— Tetchou
The green flags
He respects your boundaries. When you say no, it means no, and he understands.
He never flinches when you order something no sane person would eat. That's because he also does that. (It should be a red flag that his taste in food is horrendous, but he will never judge you sooo forgiven)
He always listens to you. He might not understand a thing you're talking about, or might not get why that thing is so exciting but he will listen, and agree with everything you say to show you he is interested and is paying attention.
The red flags
Puts his job above you. You always come second. He loves you, but if the job required him to break up with you, he would without a second thought. I’m sorry, justice above all.
He is lacking in emotional intelligence. He doesn't really know how to comfort you or empathize with you which leaves you to mostly deal with the emotional distress yourself.
Sleeps with his socks on during summer. Thats all, that’s the reddest flag.
The beige flags
Whenever he's hungry and you're not he will starve himself, because he refuses to eat when you're not eating. It makes him feel bad and you don’t get why.
Whenever you ask him a question he will answer without elaboration. —
"How was work?"
"Good. As usually."
— A man of few words, but you need him to spill the details, right now.
He can't use emojis. He thinks “🙄” is someone looking up, not an eye-roll. It makes texting more difficult than it should…
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miguel-ohara-lover · 6 months
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Kinktober day 10 - Ghost!Miguel
Prompt list
CW: nsfw, ghost, ftm!reader, kinda creepy, “pussy”/“cunt” used, squirting, eating out
Note: Tonight is gonna be a bit short because uh yeah depression fucking sucks ass… anyway- I like ghosts :] (🎶if you have ghoosssttt you have everythiiing-🎶)
Ps don’t question it it’s fictiooooonnnn…
Creepy stuff never bothered you before, and hey creepy generally meant cheaper. So when you heard of this really nice house that was half price do you a murder that took place, fuck yeah you wanna buy that shit. A little murder didn’t hurt especially when it meant you get cheap shit and it’s not like you committed the crime sooo…
The random noises and random moving objects was all easy to explain away. You probably forgot you moved it or it was probably the wind. Easy shit to explain. Though… seeing a figure of a man in the hallway was weird… You thought someone had broken in but as you got closer he disappeared.
This started happening more often, you’d see him, try to approach, and he’d vanish. He didn’t run and hide, he just went poof. Eventually you learned to not approach him, and instead would wave. After a few times he waved back, and that surprised you. Before it didn’t seem like he knew you were there, and know he’s acknowledged your existence.
He started sticking around more, started to acknowledge your presence more. He was very handsome for whatever the fuck he was. You figured he was a ghost, a spirit trapped in the mortal realm after his untimely death.
You noticed he would hang around more often, watching what you did or what you had on the tv. It didn’t bother you, and it was kind of nice knowing you had friendly eyes on you. At least you thought he was friendly, considering he hasn’t tried to possess and or murder you by now.
Some quick research told you what you were curious about. His name was Miguel O’Hara, his murder was unsolved. Perhaps that’s why he hung around, unfinished business and all. You tried to get him to open up to you, but he never spoke a word to you. He would just watch you and vanish before any progress is made.
One day, you were getting dressed in the morning when you noticed out of the corner of your eye he was standing in the doorway. He was watching you, but you didn’t feel unsafe.
“You have scars. Did someone hurt you?” He spoke for the first time since you met him. His voice surprised you. It sounded soft and distant, almost an echo to it.
It took you a moment to realize what he was referring to. “Oh.” You looked down at yourself, then back at him. “No, they’re just from surgery.”
“Ah. Okay then.” He nods and looks around your room.
“Do you have to stand there while I get dressed?” You chuckled a little. You didn’t entirely mind, what could he do he’s dead. He didn’t respond, and instead stood there like he had been.
You shrugged and continued changing, removing your pants and underwear. You bent over looking at your dresser for some panties. He looked over and would have blushed if he had blood. Your pussy looked so perfect to him, so wet and just asking for his attention.
“I can feel you staring.” You spoke up, still bend over. Suddenly, cold hands grabs your bare hips. You let out a small gasp as the freezing touch. He moves a hand from your hip to your pussy, dragging a cold finger through your slick folds and sending shivers through your body.
He stayed silent as a finger slipped inside you, making you shudder and moan. Part of you wondered how this was possible, how was he able to touch you if he’s dead. You weren’t complaining, but the wonder was still there. The thoughts were immediately forgotten, however, when you felt another finger circle your clit, drawing louder moans from you.
Miguel seemed pleased with, and pulled his hand away. It was silent and still for a moment, and you started to wonder if he had walked away. That was until you felt something else against your cunt, something hard.
You bit your lip as you felt his cock push into you, stretching your already tight pussy. Fuck he was big. How could anyone wanna murder a guy with THAT in his pants. He held onto your hips, guiding you down his shaft until your pelvis was against his. Miguel’s hands moved upward, under your shirt as he felt your body, his fingers eventually finding your scars and touching the flesh.
He turned his attention to your nipples, lightly tugging and teasing, earning little grunts of pleasure from you. He enjoyed that sound, it made his dick twitch. Your pussy contracted around him and he groaned slightly, starting to thrust his hips slow at first.
Miguel steadily picked up the pace until he was slamming into you at an inhuman speed. You cried out and moaned into the palm of your hand as this spirit ravaged your cunt. You were dripping wet just from the initial touches to your pussy. A hand went back down and played with your clit, gently tugging and rubbing circles as you whined.
It was so overstimulating, everything was pulling you closer and closer to the edge. The warm knot in your gut formed quickly, with all this pleasure it wasn’t hard. He was eager and ready to please, ready to pleasure you in any way he could, you were gorgeous to him.
You let out a loud moan as you came from his fingers and cock. His pelvis and lower torso were drenched from you squirting on him. The sight made him unravel immediately. He groaned and grunted as he spilled inside you, ice cold cum filling your pussy as his fingers moved faster, drawing more squirt juices from you and making you cry out.
He pulled out and released your clit from the torment. You panted and leaned against your dresser to stay upright, clit twitching from so much stimulation. He couldn’t help but admire you even more, so soaking wet from cumming, it drove him made
Miguel moved onto his knees and licked your pussy, making you moan and whimper slightly. He loved those sounds so much. His mouth wrapped around your clit and he sucked gently, making you cry out once more. He was so eager, happily pleasuring your clit all over again. He pushed his cold fingers into your pussy and finger fucked you roughly as he licked and sucked your clit, hoping for another shower.
You whined and rocked your hips a little, rubbing your pussy on his face as the pleasure overtook you. You saw stars in the air as reality melted away, and all you could think of was Miguel’s mouth, pleasing your cunt so perfectly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you against his face, eating you out as if it were his last meal.
His grip tightened and you could feel another orgasm building up inside you. It wasn’t long before you came a second time, squirting once more and giving Miguel that shower he wanted. He didn’t stop going to town on your cunt, however. He just couldn’t get enough, holding your trembling legs as he feasted.
Eventually he did stop, after making you cum a third… fourth… and fifth time. By then you were gone, thoughts incoherent and words just a mumbling mess, unable to keep yourself up anymore. He helped you into bed, wiping up any mess left on you and tucking you in.
“That was fun.” He spoke up. In your sleepy mindless state all you could manage was “mhm”. He didn’t mind, smiling down at you as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
He’d watch over you of course. Always.
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goldeunoias · 7 months
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Decisions.
A/N: I like writing for Jay stans the most because they give me the most reblogs and comments instead of just only leaving likes (which doesn't really do much darlings) soooo here's a Jay fic for you amazing guys <;33333333
Summary: Yandere! JayX Female Reader (it shows bit by bit the more it goes on)
word count: 3,1k i think idk
Warnings: this literally has my favorites, horse cock Jay, teasing dom Jay, like multiple orgasms, just like....horknee thoughts bc it's me....upon proofreading there is like...anal fingering look I'm....a whore okay.
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10 years ago~
Jongseong sniffled as he sat down with his lunch, once again eating alone. Had he known the kids here would be so mean he would've begged his parents to let him stay back where he was from with his grandmother, but to no avail.
"Hello! I like your glasses! They make you look smart. Are you?" the girl who stood in front of him curiously asked. She was the first person who had even bothered to stare in his direction, let alone talk to him.
"U-Uh I don't know. Maybe?" he cautiously replied, waiting for a cruel punchline to follow.
Instead, she giggled, sitting with her lunch in front of him.
"You're cute," she laughed, opening her lunch.
Jongseong looked down shyly, feeling his ears turn into shades of peonies.
From that point on he'd always thought you cuter.
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You stood outside the club, wondering what the hell you were thinking.
You'd never been in a proper relationship.
Never been on a proper date.
And yet here you were, outside a BDSM club with an appointment that you'd made.
"Well, I'm sure women have made dumber decisions," you muttered to yourself, shaking out your sweaty palms and walking inside. The establishment looked excellent and pristine, which was expected since it was your city's nicest and safest S&M club. So at the bare minimum, your impulsive decision was backed by somewhat sound logic.
When you went up to the counter you found a petite lady wearing a mask, though you saw the corners of her eyes turn up as you approached.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" she said in a soft voice. You nodded and told her your name and appointment time, thankful the receptionist seemed professional and not judgemental like your anxiety had expected.
"You're gonna be in room 305, with Jongseong Park as confirmed in our phone call. We recommend that you shower for hygiene, and there are bathrooms located in each of the rooms. If there are any accommodations missing such as towels, soap, or anything else feel free to use the phone to call and a staff member will bring items as needed. If you feel scared or unsafe at any time there are red buttons in our rooms which can be pressed and staff members will rush to aid you. Our doms go through different training and extensive background checks so rest assured you are in safe hands," she informed you gently, giving you a brief description of how to find your room.
You gave her a sincere "thank you" and walked off to find your room, finding it easy enough thanks to her directions. As expected, when you opened the room no one was there since you were informed on the phone that your master doesn't show up until you've pressed one on the phone, to make sure you have ample time to prep if needed.
From appearance, it looked like a normal hotel room, though upon further inspection you found many BDSM items in the drawers and cabinets. You wrote on your profile and informed me on the phone that you needed someone who would ease you very gently into all of this. You took a shower and got into the bathrobe that was complimentary, still keeping your underwear as you were too nervous to go completely naked just yet.
Taking a deep breath you went over to the phone and pressed one, sitting on the bed and twiddling your thumbs until his arrival. There were three knocks on the door before it slowly opened, the man keeping his head down as he stood at the threshold.
He asked you for your name and you told him, Jongseong raising his head once he had confirmation it was you. His voice was deep and warm, causing goosebumps to rise on your freshly washed skin as he slowly walked over to you.
He knelt down at the foot of the bed where you sat, grabbing your hands and massaging them gently.
"Mm, you're even prettier than the photos they gave me kitten. Is it okay if I call you that?" he inquired sweetly, the gentle command he held in his tone making your spine tingle.
"T-that's okay," you stuttered out, the cotton bathrobe feeling 10x hotter now. "Do you have a preference on what you like to be called?"
You watched as Jongseong cocked his head to the side in playful thought, the shadow of his jawline becoming more prominent as he did so.
"Why don't you call me 'sir'. Or you can call me my name if 'sir' feels too intimidating," he added on, squeezing your hands when he felt your erratic heartbeat through your wrists.
"That works," you rushed out, feeling stupid in his presence. "Sorry you probably have way more experienced clients and better ones than dealing with someone like me," you apologized.
Jongseong shook his head and pulled your hands so you were even closer to him, his lips only centimeters away from yours as he spoke.
"Never feel bad for lack of experience kitten. That's what you're here for isn't it?"
You nodded.
"Exactly. And I'm here to make you feel good. Can I kiss you?" he asked gently, smiling slightly when you nodded. His lips were soft in a way that made your toes curl, your hands clenching the material of your bathrobe as you didn't know what else to do with them.
Jongseong sensing your slight discomfort moved your hands around his neck, gently moving you so you were on your back and he was on top of you.
"When was the last time you were kissed kitten?"
You tensed up at the question and told him through bashful stares that it was freshmen year of college, and you weren't even sure that that counted.
"Sorry, can you tell I'm not the greatest," you muttered out, biting down on your lips in nerves. Jongseong avidly shook his head and pressed his thumb against your bottom lip to prevent you from biting it, cooing at you gently.
"You're just tense is all, holding back. If you came to a place like this that means you have at least some curiosity in kinky sex no?" He teased, holding your chin when you tried to look away from him.
You gulped and nodded.
"Words for me kitten, I gotta have your verbal confirmation on things no?"
"I do." you meekly replied. "I just thought well, um...I'd get more satisfaction if I went to a place like this," you explained to him, your body melting when Jongseong started leaving open-mouth kisses on your neck.
"Mmhmm, tell me more," he urged on, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them above your head.
"I've only had minor sexual experiences in high school and had "real" sex early in college and they weren't good so I gave up on relationships and sex since I didn't-" A moan left your throat as Jongseong's tongue swirled around your pulse.
"Continue kitten," he teased, noticing how you started melting into his touches versus tensing up at them.
"...I d-didn't get good experiences. But I recently got curious and so here I am," you finished. Jongseong came up to your face with a smile that held sinister intent, leaning in close to you.
"Don't worry kitten, I'll make you feel good..." he trailed off, biting your ear gently. "So good that you'll come back to me every time..."
Before you could answer his lips pressed back against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth with ease. His mouth felt hot and the texture of his tongue against yours made you whimper, feeling droplets of his saliva trickle into your mouth.
When he pulled back you instinctively reached for him and Jongseong couldn't help but smile internally as he let you pull him back in, letting you set the rhythm you wanted.
Your skin was so soft against his callused hands, better than he'd imagined as he slid his fingers underneath your robe and undid it. Before you could cover yourself he pinned your hands to your sides and took an erect nipple into his mouth, letting you feel the texture of his tongue as it swirled around delicately.
You bit down on your tongue to keep what you thought were embarrassing noises in your throat, Jongseong huffing and coming up to stare at you.
"Why aren't you moaning kitten? Are not feeling good?" he inquired sweetly, circling his warm finger around your saliva-laden nipple. You were caught off guard by it and let out a yelp, rushing to cover your mouth before lowering it.
"It's um, not that...I just won't sound like those girls in hentai or porn and I don't know what I am supposed to sound like...is all," you finished weirdly, following Jongseong's movements as he went to the other pert nipple, delicately flicking it with his tongue.
Your breath hitched and Jay chuckled, his finger tugging at the bud.
"Oh but a kitten, I want to hear you," he drawled slowly, coming up so he was speaking teasingly against your lips. "I want you to have lost your voice by the time I'm done with you. For you to even be heard through the hotel walls," he pushed on.
You gulped at how sultry his voice sounded, your body burning as his calloused hand came in between your thighs. You scrunched your face up and let out a moan at the contact, wondering if he could feel the slick that covered your underwear.
"Thatta girl, show sir how good you're feeling," he praised gently, kissing your jawline.
"Can you...," you stopped yourself at your own nerves.
Jongseong stopped and perked up, his carob eyes making you feel extra shy. "No no what is it, tell me kitten."
You swallowed thickly. "I've never really, well never actually had a guy eat me out andIwantedtoknowhowitfeltlike," you managed out, unable to make eye contact with him. You didn't need to because he was already inching down your body and tugging down your underwear before you could even say anything.
His grip was strong on your calves as he firmly held your legs open, Jonseong's breath getting heavier as he saw your arousal-coated core.
"You wrote in your profile that you don't like it when it's shaved so I didn't," you muttered gently, feeling embarrassed from how intently he was staring.
"Shit kitten~ your pussy's so goddamn pretty, I mean you're dripping onto the sheets already," Jongseong groaned, the tone of his voice causing you to clench around nothing.
You didn't even realize a guy could get so turned on by you, let alone from a region that you found rather embarrassing.
"D-don't just stare at it," you whined, your chest rising as he dragged a digit down the center, gathering up syrupy beads of arousal.
"Of course not kitten...," he trailed off, flattening his tongue against your core and you let out a moan. You didn't realize how textured someone's tongue could be and how warm and wet it was until was circling around your swollen clit, your head lolling off to the side as you gripped his hair.
Jongseong could hardly contain his excitement as sweet honey coated his tongue, spelling out his name with his tongue against your folds.
"You seem to like the letter "o" of my name don't you kitten," he cooed as he slid a single digit in. He raised his brows at the amount of resistance that was met and your reaction, your hands gripping the pillow tighter.
"Do you not finger yourself at all sweetheart?" he inquired as he left open-mouthed kisses on your aching core, curling it in an area that you'd never reached. You shook your head and felt your stomach contract at the feeling, feeling your head get lighter at the sensation.
"It never felt good when I did it and then when a guy did it it just hurt a lot," you whimpered out, your voice breaking at the end as he slid a second digit in.
You never knew that having your core stretched out could feel so good, the squelching noises coming from you making your face burn in bashfulness.
Jongseong on the other hand was reveling in it all, doing his best to not push you to your very limits: he wanted to make you cry and blubber out his name, paint your walls white with his cum, and other sinful things.
Your whimper of "jongseong" snapped him out of his thoughts, the innocent and expectant eyes you gave him almost making him cum right then and there.
"S-sorry I didn't mean to call your name when you said sir but you were lost in thought," you answered, flinching slightly when Jongseong came up face to face with you, shoving his fingers in knuckle deep.
"Shit, I knew there was a reason you shouldn't have said my name," he panted out, pressing on the spongy spot on your walls at every chance he could.
"Why is t-that," you yelped out, legs closing around his hand as you felt a tight knot form in your lower belly. You also felt something else building up as he alternated between pressing down on your clit and scissoring your core, your hands meekly attempting to push his wrist away.
"Because if you say my name I won't be able to hold back," he groaned, his breath hitching as you moaned his name out again.
"I think something weird is going to come out, waitwaitwait," you croaked, your nails leaving claw marks down his tan skin.
"Shhh it's okay kitten just let it out, I got you I got you," he pushed softly in your ear.
Your legs tried to clamp around his hand to stop his movements but his reactions were quicker, situating himself so you could only close your legs around his waist.
"Don't be scared sweetheart, make me proud yeah? It'll feel really good, promise," he cooed at you as he put more force behind his movements, wanting you to unravel from the seams.
Your eyes fluttered for a second as the knot snapped. You were still pushing his hand away as liquid gushed from between your legs, tears forming in your eyes as you felt a pleasure so intense it felt like your body would give out right then and there.
"I-I got your robe wet," you said through panted breaths, trying to say anything to divert the attention away from the liquid that soaked your form and partially his.
Jongseong smiled to himself at the attempt, undoing with with ease and tossing it somewhere in the room. You couldn't help but stare at the erection that was practically forcing its way of his briefs, Jongseong lowering the waistband so you could see him fully.
There was a trail of hair that led from his lower abdomen to his erection, your eyes glued to the area like you were in a trance.
"You can touch it kitten, it doesn't bite," Jongseong purred, gently sitting you up so you could reach him with ease. You wrapped your hand around his length and were surprised at the warmth and weight you felt against your hand.
You gave it a gentle squeeze to see how he'd react and were surprised to hear him hissing through his teeth, his abdomen clenching at your timid movements.
"Why don't you get it nice and wet so it can go in easy yeah?" Jongseong cooed, his dick already twitching at the thought of pushing past your gummy walls.
You gathered up courage and wrapped your mouth around him, hollowing out your cheeks and relaxing your jaw to the best of your abilities. Maybe it was because his intoxicating smell but you were salivating to the point of having droplets trickle down your chin as you got greedy to take more of him.
"Easy there kitten, don't force all in at once," he cooed through a hissed breath, head swimming at how hot your mouth was. You nodded and pulled off of him to circle your tongue around his tip like a popsicle, a sheen glossing his member as you coated it with your saliva.
"That's a good girl~ making me so proud. See how deep you can take me hm?" You nodded and took a deep breath before slowly relaxing your throat around him, the intense groans and pants leaving him giving you more courage.
You weren't able to get down to the base but you were pretty damn close, Jongseong pulling you off of him before he came down your throat.
The cool demeanor Jongseong had started with was gone: his cheeks were rose and there was a sheen of sweat across his body, a ragged "get on your stomach" leaving him as he stroked his member with your saliva.
You did as you were told and gripped the pillows anxiously, Jongseong chuckling and bending over you.
"Don't worry princess, we're gonna make it fit," he taunted against your ear, raising you up by your hips. He grabbed a condom and ripped it with his teeth before pulling down on himself, stroking his base languidly.
You felt the air get knocked out of you as he forced his mushroom head past your walls, your legs kicking from underneath him as you felt the push.
"Jongseong it's not gonna fit, it's not," you pleaded with him, fat tears rolling down your sweaty cheeks. It was a mistake to show him your crying face because it only egged him on more, a saccharine-sweet smile coming onto his lips.
"A good pussy takes any cock that it's given, kitten. Don't you wanna be my good girl?" he emphasized, forcing in another couple of inches. You nodded through your tears, shaking when Jongseong grabbed your hand and pressed it against your lower belly.
"Look kitten, you can feel where I'm going inside you. Do you think I'll be able to touch your cervix?" he almost taunted you, a muffled moan leaving you as he bottomed out.
"I-I don't know" you whelped out, feeling your inner thighs get sticky as cock his pushed out more droplets of syrupy essence.
Every breath you took caused your stomach to press against his member, Jongseong enveloping his large hands in yours on either side as he started moving. You couldn't even moan as you felt your head get lighter, only able to process how his member was stretching you so much.
Jongseong swore as you clamped down on him like a vice, pulling back some so he could see you leak around his cock. "Oh sweetheart, wouldn't you look stunning like this in Polaroids," he mused, his cock twitching inside of you at the thought of having black and white photos of your cum leaking out of your core and bite marks littering your soft skin.
He chuckled when your walls fluttered around him for a moment at the thought, burying your head in the pillow in shame.
"Oh? Seems princess would be into it?"
You hesitantly nodded.
Jongseong pulled your chin from your pillow and turned you around so you could see his darkening eyes, that same saccharine smile coming onto his lips.
"Next time yeah?"
"Next time....?" you repeated, gripping the headboard when Jongseong snapped his hips into you, trying to ease yourself away from the full feeling.
Jongseong only chuckled at your pathetic attempt to flee from his length, pushing your hips back against his as punishment for even attempting to get away.
He smiled, watching as your other hole twitched before letting a trickle of saliva from his mouth seep into the area. "Of course kitten next time. What, did you think you were gonna leave me?" He cooed, rubbing the area before sliding his middle finger in. Your legs spasmed underneath his at the intrusion, burying your mouth into the pillow as you groaned heavily.
"No, but don't you have other clients?" you inquired as he curled his finger and moved his member at the same time, your hands reaching back to meekly push his waist away.
He pouted and kissed your ear gently before using his weight to pin your body down, his hips starting to pick up faster.
"Not anymore."
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Jongseong walked outside the hotel room, giving the guy who waited outside the wad of cash as promised.
"Can't believe you looked everywhere just for one girl," He said in amusement, flicking his head to the room where you slept. "Think she'll find out you don't work here?"
Jongseong smiled and leaned against the wall. "Doubtful. And we're gonna keep it that way," he warned, putting on a soft smile as he walked back into the hotel room. He leaned over your restful form and kissed your cheek, his hands rubbing over the beautiful marks he'd left.
You rustled in your sleep but still lay there, Jongseong playing with the hem of the t-shirt he let you wear.
"You're all mine now kitten, all mine."
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Say You’re Mine (Good, Good, Great pt 2)
Ghost x Fem!Reader
[nsfw] cw(s): rdr is being a slut again, jealousy, possessive undertones, SEX, rough sex, oral (m receiving), throatfucking lol, p-in-v sex, ghost getting called ‘big boy,’ unsafe sex oops.
4.7k words In honor of 200+ followers (wtf guys thank u) & by the request of many, I present to you: Good, Good, Great pt2 :) This is just shameless porn with an egregious amount of plot. Enjoy my lovely dovies <3 (Also Ghost has a short refractory period for uh,, plot reasons).
A few months after his jealousy at Myth, Ghost gets sent on leave. When he arrives home at 12 AM on a Friday night, he promptly decides to pay you a little visit at work. You, however, are once again testing his patience (and he doesn’t take particularly kindly to that).
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Roughly three months later, you’re working a busy Friday night at Myth, and damn it, you’re making sure that you’re making good money tonight. Flirting was easy; men were easy. Just making them think you were the least bit interested did wonders for your tips. Sure, you didn’t make as much as the girls on stage, but it was pretty damn close to it.
You made your way downstairs after taking a few orders from assorted tables upstairs, going to the servers closet to ring them into the system when the hostess scurried over and told you about a party of 8 at Center Table 3 before skittering on back to the stand to greet another guest or five. After putting your tables’ orders, you began to prepare yourself for the nightmare that this 8-top was about to be.
It was only 10 PM, and you had hope they wouldn’t stick around until closing. As you make your way through the sea of customers on the first floor, you spot the table; even better, you spot the perfect person to flirt-till-you-die with.
He was rather young, maybe 21 or 22, and looked like he would see white if you even smiled at him. He came in with some sort of bachelor party, and you were expecting the worst sort of groom-to-be and his just-as-bad groomsmen. Your target looked the most frightened to be there, like if he said the wrong thing he would be thrown to the curb; which meant he was the perfect man to squeeze some money out of. The men around him would probably cheer him on for getting special attention.
You walk over to the table with a smile etched onto your face, swaying your hips just enough to be noticeable, and put a small bounce into your steps. You stop next to the man at the head of the table and wait for the group to quiet from their unnecessarily in-depth conversation about their favorite actresses.
“I’ll be taking care of you guys tonight,” you introduce yourself. “Can I get you guys started with a bottle or are you looking for something by the glass?” You look down at the man you’re next to, tilting your head a bit.
He looks up to you, not even bothering to hide the stare he gives your tits. “What beers do you have here?”
You nod a bit, launching into the list. “We have Budweiser, Guinness, Foster’s, Carling—” The man put his hand up to stop you, making some sort of interrupting noise.
“I’ll take a Foster’s,” he says blandly. He gestures to another one of his friends to order, head swiveling back over to the stage as a dancer makes her way on. If you didn’t want to take a glass and shove it up his ass at that moment, the following hours of their presence would definitely make you want to.
You stretch your lips into the kindest customer service smile you can muster and look at the next man. When you get to the last drink of the table, the poor man you were planning on hitting in til’ he couldn’t see straight, you step closer.
“And what can I get you?” You make your voice just a little bit sweeter and lean down a bit.
His eyes dart from your face to your breasts, then dart back up. “A whiskey sour,” he blurts out, tacking on a quiet ‘please’ as a second thought.
“Of course,” you smile at him, then look up to the rest of the group. “I’ll be right back with those drinks.” You turn away, and as you’re walking towards the servers closet, you can hear some cheers and a catcall from the table.
Once you’re in the server's closet, you drop the painfully plastic smile and fish a coworker’s Elfbar from the pile of check books and pens on the table below the kiosk. As you enter drink after drink, you take a hit from the vape, letting the nicotine take the place of smacking your head against the wall repeatedly.
You send the final drink, a fucking whiskey sour of all things, and groan. Another bottle girl comes speeding into the server’s closet, a sour look on her face.
“What’s it today, Mel?” You ask, eyebrows raised as you lean against one of the walls.
Mel looks at you disgruntled, like she was about to lose her shit. “My table just tried to order five espresso martinis and then got mad at me when I said we couldn’t do them tonight.” She taps a few buttons of the kiosk rather aggressively. “Then proceeded to ask for an extra strong vodka cran, but to only be charged for a single.”
Mel taps on the mixed drink button, then on the vodka button, then cranberry, then double. “Fuck her,” she hisses, taking the Elfbar right out of your hands.
It’s only after she takes two hits from it that she asks whose it is. You don’t know either.
The night continues like that, with Mel being perpetually pissed off at a table and you staving off the urge to bash your skull in with a vaguely blueberry smelling vape.
When the clock hits midnight, you don’t have the Cinderella moment that some part of you wishes you could have. You don’t get to rush home, fall asleep, then wake up to your prince charming searching for you. No, of course you don’t.
Instead, you get the worst hit from someone’s cart that leaves you fighting for your life and, much worse, the nightmare bachelor table waving you down.
“What can I help you guys with?” You look around the table, waiting for someone to speak up.
One of them takes one for the team, finally. “We wanted to get a bottle of something, but Nick here decided to wave you down before we figured out what to get.” He jerks a thumb in the direction of the man you decided to target.
So your victim's name is Nick, huh?
You put a hand to your mouth and force out a laugh; a man likes it when you laugh at things he says. “It’s alright, I don’t mind waiting for you to decide.” Your eyes flicker to Nick, meeting his for a fleeting second.
It was almost too easy.
You smirk at him, putting on your best charm. “Since you gave me the false alarm, how ‘bout you buy me a drink?” A few of the guys at the table chuckle, as expected. You take the opportunity to walk up to him, getting closer.
You put your hand on the back of his chair, leaning your body weight into it, your fingers facing him. Nick looks up at you like a girl looking up at some ugly guy she’s giving a blowjob to, and it takes everything in you to give him a simple, sultry smile in response instead of a fit of laughter.
You look over to the groom-to-be, waiting for him to decide on the table’s bottle. And then you see a familiar jacket in the corner of your eyes, with a familiar build and a familiar surgical mask covering half of a very familiar face.
God damn, Simon Riley might just be everything you needed tonight.
Once again, he didn’t even bother to call to tell you he was coming home. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long, though. The rational part of your brain blue-screens, leaving only the work-oriented brain and the stupid slut brain left. And the work-oriented part of your brain wants to make good money, so that’s exactly what you’re going to continue doing.
There’s something about fucking with Simon that thrills you. Maybe it’s the fact you know you’ll get something good out of it, or maybe you’re just a little messed up in the head.
You look away from Simon and swivel your head back down to the poor soul you’ve chosen to pay off your car insurance. Your hand shifts so that your fingertips rest gingerly on Nick’s shoulder, and boy does it do wonders.
His look of ‘blowjob innocence’ morphs into ‘holy shit a woman is interested in me’ and some of his friends croon oohs, another whistles. You peel your eyes away from Nick and look to the groom, “have you decided on a bottle?”
He looks over at you from the bottle menu with unfocused eyes. “We’ll do, uh, a bottle of Jameson and,” he squinted back at the menu, then looked at a friend. “What vodka did you want?”
The friend looks up from his lap, his illuminated face darkening. “Oh,” he leans over to look at the menu, then looks at you. Or, rather, he looks at your tits. “Grey Goose.” You fight the urge to raise your eyebrows and question him, but manage to smile politely and nod.
“I’ll bring those right down for you boys.” As you leave the table, you let your fingers trace Nick’s shoulder lightly. Your gaze slowly finds Simon when you turn away, and he simply stares at you, his usual bourbon nestled in a hand.
With a cheeky smile on your face, you skitter over to Simon to greet him.
“Hi there,” you croon, “what’s a big boy like you doin’ here?” Simon gives no hint at a change in attitude, you don’t even see a single hint that he’s smiling under the mask. You pout at him, “at least say hi.”
His eyes are unusually steely, like they had been months ago during his surprise visit. “Stop touching him.”
Your faux pout melts into a grin, “jealous?” You ask, stepping forward. “Again?”
He looks away from you, eyes flicking to the dramatic scene of some random movie playing on one of the bar TVs. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
You lean into him, breasts pressing up against his bicep. “Come on, big boy,” you goad, “no need to act nonchalant.”
He lifts his arm to push you off, not even bothering to look at you. “You heard me,” he says, “don’t touch him again.” His words only push you to question him further, if anything, they make you want to get more handsy with — what was his name? Nate?
“Or what?” You press, cocking your head to the side to catch his eyes again. “You gonna kill him?” Simon’s eyes flit to you, flashing with some sort of challenge.
His eyes bore into yours, “maybe.” His gaze moves away from you again and his free hand slips up to pull down the surgical mask and take a sip of bourbon.
His lackluster response leaves you itching for more. You huff at him and slink away to the server’s closet to put the two bottles on the bachelor party’s tab. You trudge up the stairs to the second floor, eyes sweeping over the chattering people at tables.
You grab the two requested bottles from the upstairs bar before visiting a few of your tables on the second floor, checking in with a sweet smile before heading back down to the bachelor party. You give your poor cheeks a rest as you bounce down the stairs, your face falling into a bored resting face before it stretches right back into that damn customer service smile that you managed to perfect over the years.
You pass by Simon on your way back to the bachelor party, his eyes give you a brief warning before they flick back to the TV screen. It only makes you want to make him mad.
After you’ve set the bottles on the table and brought over new glasses (including a few shot glasses) for their liquor, you go right back to flirting with whatever-his-name-is. Your hand rests fully on his shoulder as you chat with the table, paying special attention to Nigel (or was it Nico?).
You can practically feel Simon’s eyes burning a hole through you as you do so, and it makes you wonder just how much he really cared about this little stint of yours. Nevertheless, you let your victim of the night continue to think he’s special, you even get roped into feeding him a shot of the Grey Goose.
Nick (you were reminded of his name by one of his friends goading him into taking shots) starts to get more handsy with you, to which you kick it up a notch. As you gently hold the shot glass up to his lips, his hands snake up and rest on your hips, keeping you in place as his friends count down until he has to take the shot.
You lean forward with the shot glass after someone shouts ‘zero,’ basically shoving your tits into his face as he took his shot of top-shelf vodka. You congratulate his semi-decent shot taking skills in an effort to make yourself seem like you really like him.
“Good job,” you purr, hand raising to stroke his hair once before falling back to your side. “Took that so well.” When you step away, the man looks like he’s in a stupor.
You turn to look at Simon with a cheeky smile engraved on your lips, only to receive a very pointed glare.
When the bachelor party finally leaves at around 1:30 AM, after what feels like for-fucking-ever, you wander over to the table to pick up the check. Your flirting really paid off.
A tip of £200 on a bill of roughly £600 — almost a 35% tip. Making money off of men was ridiculously easy. Even better, you finally get to go the fuck home! You silently thank your manager for not giving you the closing shift and get your shit before anyone can pester you to stay longer.
Simon’s waiting for you at the door, staring straight through you as you make your way to him with your work bag slung over your shoulder. He doesn’t make any effort to speak, and you’re frankly a bit too burnt out to comment on it. You pass him your car keys, unwilling to drive after your nightmare shift.
The drive home is quiet, not even the cheesy radio music breaks the silence despite the volume being on level 30.
As soon as he pulls into your parking space of the building lot, he turns the car off and flings your keys back over to you. You amble into the building,
Simon’s hands are on your waist before you can even put your keys down, you barely register that the door shuts behind the two of you as his fingers dig into your hips.
You snicker at him, “you weren't jealous, huh?” Simon doesn’t respond verbally, just hoists you into the air and puts you over his shoulder like you weigh absolutely nothing.
His reaction is nothing he hasn’t done before, but there’s a heat in your abdomen that tells you that you’re going to call out of work tomorrow. Well, that, and the fact that Simon’s had a hard on for the entirety of the drive home and you really wanted to fix that problem for him. Bottom line is, you’re horny, he’s horny, it’s going to be a long fucking night.
It’s what you needed after around 7 months without being stretched out by Simon. It’s what he needed after watching you get touchy with someone who wasn’t him. If you didn’t end up sprawled out on Simon’s bed, incoherently moaning words as he fucked you dumb in 30 minutes, you were both going to have an issue.
As expected, when he got to the top of the stairs, he turned right instead of left, going into his room instead of yours. His room was mostly untouched, the comforter a little crumpled from the time you passed out on it after taking one too many blinkers a few weeks ago (you’ve found you really like being in his room when you aren’t sober).
He shuts the door behind him and drops you on the bed on your back, further disheveling the dark gray comforter. You push yourself up onto your elbows, encouraged by the rustling of Simon’s belt coming undone.
“Get on the floor,” he tells you, “on your knees.” You make an absentminded noise in response and shuffle to the end of the bed, sliding off with relative ease. He tells you to do something else, but you’re too absorbed in your own world to hear him.
Simon walks towards you, hand resting atop your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he sits down on the edge of the bed in front of you. “Not fuckin’ listening to me anymore, huh?” His grip on your hair tightens and he moves your head back and forth.
“You’ll fix that tonight, yeah?” He eyes you like a man starved, you can’t find the words to speak, nor can you move your head under the grip he has on your hair. He seems to take your silence as a ‘yes.’
Your eyes roam to his torso, to which part of you is disappointed by the presence of his shirt. Then, you look further down to the very obvious tent in his briefs. Your head goes to move closer on instinct, but Simon holds it back.
You struggle against his hold for a few seconds before sighing and giving up, looking up at him with a frown. He looks down at you, a cocky smirk adorning his lips.
“You need to learn patience,” he grumbles, pushing your head to the side and retracting his hand to move the waistband of his underwear.
Your head returns to its original position almost immediately, anticipation coursing through your body. You’re basically salivating at the thought of having Simon down your throat.
In all honesty, Simon should be grateful you were taught manners at a young age, because otherwise you would’ve slapped his hand away the second his head popped out of the dark fabric and taken him all for yourself.
In substitute, you shuffle closer to him, knees scratching against the carpet.
Simon pulls his cock out, finally, and gestures for you to have your way. You pounce on the opportunity, hands flying up from your sides. One settles on his thigh as a support as the other slips down, thumb pressing against the tip. You can feel Simon jerk under you from the contact, and it only makes you dart forward and press your closed lips to the side of his cock.
You part your mouth and flatten your tongue against him, dragging it upwards until you reach the head again. You let your mouth part further and take him in slowly, teasingly.
Simon’s hand grips your hair, pushing your head further down on his cock. A low groan escapes his throat as you take him in your mouth and his fingers twitch in your hair.
He bucks his hips up, watching as you take all of him in diligently without even so much as gagging. He doesn’t expect anything less from you. He keeps an even pace until the need gets to him, until the haze ends and he remembers why he has you on your knees; why he’s not supposed to be nice and even.
He picks up his pace, rutting into your mouth quicker than you can take, leaving you gagging on his cock as he holds your head in place. Your moans turn staccato, the sound of Simon’s balls slapping against your chin falls behind your stifled gagging. It’s a rhythmic disaster, but fuck, it’s music to his ears.
At some point, he stops thrusting into your mouth and simply pistons your head up and down his cock with a hand. You’re nothing but a drooling mess, looking up at Simon’s face through your eyelashes, blinking through tears. He appears to be the polar opposite of you. His eyes are calm and his lips are settled into a thin line; the only thing that lets you know he’s relishing in this is the twitching of his cock down your throat and the low groans he lets out occasionally.
That is, until his jaw sets and his grip on your hair gets tighter. His other hand takes a fistful of your hair as well and holds your head in place again, his hips thrusting forwards and retracting faster than you can even react to. Your hands fly to his thighs, nails digging into the denim as he ruthlessly ruts into you. You’ve given up on trying to breathe.
Simon’s mouth opens slightly, a shuddered breath tumbles out and your lips quirk up ever so slightly. “Fuck,” he hisses, dull fingernails scratching your scalp in a mind-numblingly good way. He bucks into you harshly, then again, and a groan feathered by pants fills the air as cum drips down your throat.
His cock is heavy on your tongue as he pulls out and you’re quick to dart back to it and lick small beads of cum off head. His torso spasms at the action and his hands yank you back by the hair. You whine, trying to wriggle loose of the iron grip the man has on you, but stop once he lets go.
Through labored breathing, he tugs you off of your knees and pulls you up to him. He falls back onto the bed, taking you down with him. You quite enjoy straddling over him, breasts dangling below you as your hands press into the mattress on either side of his head.
You give him a stupid smile, “out of breath, big boy?”
He scoffs at you, the only evidence that he just came in your mouth is his lack of a boner. “Don’t say things you’ll regret, love.” The pet name sends a swarm of butterflies to your stomach, (rather, your ovaries). His hands come out of nowhere, grabbing your wrists and holding them behind your back, suspending you in the air over him. “Don’t think I forgot what you like,” he muses, “what a slut.”
His eyes gloss over you, when he gets to your skirt and fishnet tights, he frowns. “Told you to take ‘em off,” he mutters, moving so that both of your wrists are held in just one of his hands. It’s both a blessing and a curse that he’s built like a tank. His free hand snakes down and tugs on the edge of your skirt, making you splutter out a few words of warning.
“Let me undo it,” you plead, “you’ll break it.” He looks at you unimpressed as you try to get him to not ruin your favorite skirt. He relents, miraculously, and maneuvers you to straddle over his thighs. You don't bother trying to take your time as you undo the inner clasp of your skirt before unzipping it. Your right hand grips his as you shift your weight onto your right knee while the left hand pulls the skirt off of you, then vice versa.
Simon’s patience runs thin when it comes to your fishnets, and pushes you down onto his chest by the shoulders. With your ass in the air, he simply rips the fabric until he’s satisfied. Now you’re even more horny, but you also have a giant hole in the crotch area of your only pair of fishnets.
He makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and an appreciative noise. “Better.” His fingers brush over your underwear, letting out a quiet laugh at the damp fabric. Your hips jerk against the ginger touches from his hands, making him pull his hand away.
A whine breaks through your throat, your lips pulled down into a pout. His eyes flick to yours, the look sending shivers of ecstacy down your spine.
“You don’t deserve that,” he murmurs. “Come on, you know the rules.”
You give him a pleading look, eyes straining to see his from your face-down ass-up position. “Please?” You know it won’t work, his resolve is entirely too strong to be folded by the likes of your begging.
You get your answer as he grabs you by the waist and tosses you to the side. Faster than you can even make a remark at, he’s looming over you, hips trapped between his knees, dog tags dangling down.
“Don’t try to beg,” he chastises, voice low. A hand moves your soaked underwear to the side and he gently presses his tip against your pussy. It’s nothing but a tease, but it has you squirming for more, and there’s a vicious little grin on Simon’s face that sparks something in you.
He doesn’t bother to warm you up, and, really, you would’ve been frustrated by having his fingers stretching you out rather than his dick. Is that a safe sexual practice? No; but right now, you didn’t care about that, you just wanted to get dicked down.
After what feels like an eternity of teasing (in reality, likely just about five minutes), Simon finally pushes the tip of his cock into you. He pauses, then slowly pushes inch after inch into you until he’s balls deep in you and you’re damn near rolling your eyes into the back of your head from the feeling of him.
It had been too fucking long since you felt him inside you, since he stretched your insides to fit his cock so perfectly that he mumbles compliments into your ears when he feels like being nice.
He stays buried inside your pussy and looks you in the eye, another challenge. “You wouldn’t let him do this, would you?” He asks, arms lifting off of your body to cross over his chest. “No,” he responds for you, his hands darting back down to grab your waist. “You’re mine.”
And, oh, that admission sends waves of giddy excitement through your body.
“And I’ll prove it.” It’s a rather ominous statement, but he doesn’t even give you the time to register that before he pulls out from you and slams right back in. Then again. Then again, and again, and again until a rough, even pace is set.
Even, however, is not what you wanted. You wanted rough, fast. You could mumble for him to go faster all you wanted, but Simon wouldn’t budge. If he wanted to, he could go as slow as he possibly could just to keep you frustrated.
But even Simon is only human, and he can’t resist the urge to rut into you with reckless abandon.
His hips jolt against yours, a muttered expletive turns into a pant of ‘fuck’ and barely contained groans as Simon all but slams into you. The sound of skin hitting skin accompanies the noises falling out of your mouth, Simon’s hushed tones, and the bed frames occasional creak to create a melody of pure lust.
You find yourself unable to hold yourself together any longer, thighs twitching and abdomen getting tighter as Simon continues to pound into you like there’s no tomorrow (would it technically be ‘no today?’ It is 2 in the morning, after all). You can’t even bring yourself to form the words before you’re cumming on Simon’s cock while it’s thrusting in and out of you.
A whine builds in the back of your throat, your legs tighten around Simon’s waist, trying to pull him closer into you as the heat builds in your abdomen. One of his hands lifts from off of your waist and runs through your hair.
“I can tell,” he manages to get out through almost undetectable grunts. “You’re barely hanging on, huh?” He’s taunting you. “Go on,” he mutters, shifting just enough for him to rub against you in an entirely new angle.
You make a collection of noises, a moan that devolves into a whimper, and eventually squeaks as Simon continues to fuck you through your orgasm until he eventually starts pouding into erratically, an uneven pace that only gets more and more mind-numbing until he’s pulled out of you and you can feel your lower stomach be painted with his own orgasm.
It’s just seconds later that he leans his head down and presses his forehead to your. A simple, but oh so damning gesture of intimacy. His breath puffs against your face, warm and quick, but you can’t help but lean into the touch.
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Could I Pay You... Another Way? ;)
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You guys know those memes where it's like the delivery driver aggressively shutting down someone's attempt to turn the pizza delivery into some porno? Like "looks like I don't have any money..." "Why the hell did you order a pizza then?" Anyways that's so Josh but he doesn't even realize that the person is trying to fuck him he's just genuinely confused
Pairing: Josh Futturman x female!Reader
Word count: 2.8k
Summary: in his newest mission, Josh has to try and get information about Kronish's work from one of his closest friends. He fakes a pizza delivery and weasels his way into a conversation with her, but she seems to be under the impression that he's there for a... Different reason.
Tags: Josh Futturman in a crop top and skinny jeans, you're welcome, consumption of pizza with pineapple on it, misunderstanding trope, kissing, hickeys, smut, handjob, unsafe penetrative sex, praise
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It's very cold out here. He has to walk pretty far down the street, because Tiger and Wolf dropped him off a couple blocks away from the motel. For some reason. They have their reasons, he figures. If only they would clue him in.
He grips the pizza tighter, keeping his head down as he speedily walks towards the motel room. This was the only outfit that fit him. Some tight crop top and low-rise skinny jeans. It's not just physically uncomfortable, it feels like a blow to his dignity. He's never felt more exposed.
The cold air nips at his skin, and now he really wishes his hands weren't full, if only so he could wrap his arms around his uncovered abdomen and provide himself some much-needed warmth. If only he was allowed a jacket or something. Tiger said she didn't want to risk stealing another article of clothing. He thinks they didn't have to steal a single article of clothing; he could've just worn his regular T-shirt, jacket, and straight-leg jeans combo. It's literally just a pizza delivery. Wouldn't it be more convincing if he weren't wearing some risqué outfit?
This pizza is taking a ridiculously long amount of time to arrive. There's no way it's still warm by now. That's what I get for ordering from some random sketchy small business with zero reviews, huh? I just wanted to enjoy a night to myself in a motel room with a warm pizza and some shitty reality TV show drowning out my thoughts. Now I'm going to have a cold pizza and no TV, because the remote is dead and I can't be assed to phone the front desk and ask for replacement batteries.
He sees his destination over the horizon. He's excited because this means he's one step closer to finishing this mission and getting out of the cold night air, but he's also a little stressed. He's supposed to deliver the pizza and find some way to strike up a conversation, and then get information about Kronish and the super-cure out of you. What if he can't find a way to start a conversation? What if he says something weird? He doubts he, Tiger, and Wolf can re-create the miracle that happened earlier when they had to incapacitate the real delivery guy and replace him with Josh. They barely got out of that scot-free.
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At this point I'm just staring up at the ceiling, counting down the seconds until this damn pizza gets here.
A knock on the door! Finally! I get up from the bed, trudging over to the door. I feel exhausted. Change of plans, I'll probably just end up scarfing down this lukewarm pizza and then promptly conking out. I open the door, brows immediately raising in surprise.
Second change of plans. There's something up with this guy. He's dressed in an outfit that's definitely a little slutty for pizza delivery, and he's looking around all shifty-eyed like he's trying to do something illegal.
Did I accidentally order from some sort of fucking prostitute pizzeria? That must be why the pizza was so damn expensive. And the business is so sketchy.
...Fuck it. I'll play along. Maybe the Lord is smiling down upon me tonight.
"Uh, hey," he says, scratching the back of his neck. "D'you order a..." He turns the pizza around, opening it. "...Hawaiian..." He shakes his head slightly, clearing his throat. "Did you order a Hawaiian pizza?"
This guy's a bit nervous, huh?
"Yeah. Come on in, I guess."
This is going far, far better than he anticipated. She invited him in! This is his shot to get the information he needs! She takes the pizza box from him, laying it on the bed and opening it.
He seems confused, but pleasantly surprised that I invited him in. He walks through the door, seeming relieved to be out of the cold.
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"This thing is huge. I don't think I ordered a large."
"Oh, uh... Th- we must've accidentally made a large," he says sheepishly. "Uh... My bad, I guess."
"It's cool. Wanna split it?"
He scrunches his face up. Seriously? Hawaiian pizza? But he needs to stay in her good graces, so... He'll have to do it.
"Yeah, sure," he mutters reluctantly.
The two of them sit down on the bed. She grabs a slice and he mirrors her, taking a bite once she does.
"What's your name?" She asks.
"Oh, Josh."
She shoots closer. "Cute name."
He's caught off-guard. "Oh, uh, thanks?"
She tilts her head, studying him. "How did you... End up in this... Business?"
The pizza delivery business? He doesn't know, he probably just... Applied after seeing a 'we're hiring!' Sign.
"Well, I lost my old job at the lab, and desperate times call for desperate measures, so I just applied here."
She nods, seemingly amused.
"The lab? That's nice. A friend of mine works at a lab."
Hell yes! He got an 'in'!
"Really? What do they do?"
"He's researching herpes."
"Herpes, huh? Interesting. What exactly is his research about?"
"He's trying to find a cure."
He nods his head, his brow furrowed and his hand on his chin in intrigue. He might be over-doing the whole 'look like you give a shit' thing, but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact, everything he does, she seems to find... Endearing? Like he's a cute dog or something. He won't complain, though. As long as he gets the info he needs.
"That's some pretty commendable work. How's that research going?"
She laughs. "You seem awfully interested in my friend's work."
Shit. Is she catching on?
"Oh, I just... Really like science, you know?"
"What'd you do at your old job at the lab?"
"I was... A... Researcher," he stammers. "Yeah."
"Researching what?"
"Uh..." he pauses. "...Possums."
"Aww, that's adorable," she says, resting a hand on his thigh. He bristles slightly in confusion, but he doesn't do anything to stop her. The conversation is going very well, he can't fuck it up now.
This guy is a real softie, huh? Works Worked with possums? That's adorable. Almost seems a little... Too innocent. Like he's putting up some act and pretending like he doesn't know exactly why he's in my motel room.
"Y- Yeah, I guess it is," he laughs awkwardly.
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We continue chatting. He seems really intrigued by what Elias does for work... Whatever, I think it's cute. He's all excited every time I give him a new piece of information. He almost doesn't seem to notice my hand slowly creeping up his thigh. But I know he notices in the way his speech gets more stuttery. And his eyes get more nervous.
He doesn't seem to notice that I haven't paid him yet. Maybe he's just relieved that I didn't do the whole 'oh, no, sir, I don't have enough to pay for this pizza... Is there any oooother way I could pay you?' Bit.
We finish the pizza, much to his obvious chagrin. He seems to think he's good at acting like he doesn't hate pineapple on pizza, like his face didn't cringe up every time he took a bite. It's like he's never done this before. Is he new? Am I his first 'client'? Feel like someone along the way would've told me that. Right? 'Hey, we're sending you a newbie. Have fun!'
He's slowly getting more comfortable on the bed, his muscles relaxing and his words getting more natural. We're sitting up against the headboard now, the pizza box draped over our laps. He's actually a really fun guy to talk to. Am I allowed to ask for his number after all is said and done?
I'm laying on my side now, running my fingers over his thigh. He's clearly nervous, but trying not to show it.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Is this girl trying to fuck him? She's totally coming on to him. He's panicking. He had no idea this would happen. Should he go along with it? He could get more information. Right? And she's... Definitely really pretty. He closes his eyes, sighing. Her hand feels really nice on his skin.
Fuck it, I move my hand to his exposed abdomen, rubbing my thumb back and forth on his soft skin. He turns over, laying on his side and facing me. He seems a little more relaxed now, humming contently and closing his eyes, letting out a sigh.
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She's so nice. He wishes he weren't... Manipulating her. He's not manipulating her. Right? He's just... Trying to get information. That's all it is. And he's feigning interest in everything she says in order to get said information.
But at this point, he's not even sure the interest in question is being feigned. She's really cool. And nice. And pretty. Emphasis on that last thing. The more she touches him, the prettier she looks. He gets lost in thought, not realizing how long his eyes were closed.
"Falling asleep on me?" She giggles, moving her hand up to his cheek.
"Huh? Oh, no," he smiles sheepishly.
"Good." She throws the empty pizza box on the ground, moving closer to him. He feels so much warmer now. The skinny jeans feel even tighter, for some reason. His eyes dart down. Ah. That's why. She smiles at him, moving even closer. She's so pretty...
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" She mutters.
He swallows. "Um..." His mind goes blank. "P... Possums?"
She slowly walks her fingers down his chest. "Are you really this naïve, or is this all an act?"
"I just... Uh... I don't want to seem... Presumptuous..."
He doesn't want to seem presumptuous? He's literally here at my motel room for the purpose of having sex. Whatever.
She wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close. He tenses up, before quickly wrapping an arm around her back. Gotta act natural. Even though this is far from what he thought would be happening to him tonight.
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I trace his face with my eyes, taking in all of the details. He's so cute. "You're so cute," I say, and it's honestly genuine.
"Like in a cute animal way or in a 'this guy is so cute' way?"
"Hmm. The latter."
He seems giddy at my answer, smiling from ear to ear. God, he's adorable. I use my free hand to play with his hair, which seems to calm his nerves.
"You're so pretty," he whispers, his hand around my back moving to my hip. "In a 'this girl is so pretty' way."
"I didn't really need clarification for that one," I smile. I'm sure he doesn't really mean what he's saying, but it still feels nice to hear that from him. I'm sure he's supposed to say stuff like that.
He blushes. "Yeah, I guess 'pretty' is pretty much unambiguous, huh?" He fiddles with the hem of my shirt, eyes darting down to my lips. He's very eager.
"Go ahead," I whisper. He closes the distance between us, holding my face in his other hand. He sighs into my lips, like a cosmic weight has been graciously lifted from him. I push his head closer into mine, kissing him fervently.
"You're so pretty," he says again, like he forgot he said it the first time. It really feels like he means it. I pull away from his lips, instead attaching mine to his neck.
"I'm... Fuck... I'm really... Sensitive," he hisses, squirming as I nip at his skin. I shouldn't give him hickeys or anything. Right? Is there a rule against that? But he's not telling me I can't, so...
He whimpers as I bite harder on his neck, writhing like I'm torturing him. I pin him down underneath me, determined to mark him up. I sit up, straddling him and admiring my work. His neck is stained purple, but it's what's going on above his neck that's even better. He's panting, his hair is a mess, he's looking up at me like I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him.
I lean back down and begin kissing him again. I try to use one hand to pop open his fly, sighing in frustration before moving my other hand to help.
He holds my face in a vice grip, kissing me like he's starving. When I dip my hand into his pants, he gasps, pulling away in surprise. "Oh, God," he whispers. "Please."
I wrap my hand around his dick, pumping it a couple times, and he immediately sighs in relief. "Thank you," he mutters, burying his head in the crook of my neck. He peppers kisses onto my shoulder, taking shaky breaths as I jack him off.
After a bit, he seems to be getting antsier. His hands grasp at my waistband, silently asking for permission to take my pants off. I nod, kissing him on the forehead and he eagerly slides my pants down. I pull my hand away from him and he looks at me in dismay. I roll over on top of him, pulling his pants all the way down.
"You want more?" I whisper, kissing his neck.
"Mhm, please," he whines.
I grind my underwear-clad hips against his dick, and his hands immediately go to grab my hips. He pushes me down against him, panting like he's running a marathon. "Fuck," he hisses, leaning his head back into the pillows. "Please, f- fuck me."
How could I say no to a face like that?
I take my underwear off, throwing it to the ground. He bites his lip anxiously. I line him up with my entrance, beginning to sink down onto him. He breathes out a string of curses. "Oh God, you're amazing," he groans. His hips move up to meet me halfway, burying himself in me. He throws his arm over his eyes, his other hand digging into my hip.
I give him a few testing rolls of my hips against his, which he greatly appreciates.
"Please, keep going," he whines, bucking up into me. I heed his request, beginning to slowly ride him. He needs more. I know that because he won't shut up about it. I brace my hands on his chest, speeding up my movement. He pulls me down on top of him, kissing me passionately. He's basically treating me like I'm a deity. If he's new to this job, I probably ruined all future clients for him. Poor guy.
"You're a fucking angel," he whimpers. "Literally straight from heaven. Fuckin' perfect."
He stares up at the ceiling, catching his breath. Hooooooly shit. That was fucking life-changing. Too bad he's not from this timeline. He has to leave, fast. He's spent way too long in this motel. Tiger and Wolf probably think he died. He jumps up from the bed, glancing at the clock. Thirty minutes?? He was supposed to be here for, like, ten! Just get the information and leave!
I'm moving basically lightning fast, every noise he makes encouraging me to go faster. He shudders, and I can tell he's close. Very close. My orgasm triggers his, and we both collapse into panting, sweaty messes.
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He throws his pants back on, looking back at the woman on the bed.
"I'm so sorry... I need to go. I'm... I'm so behind schedule... Thank you so much, I'll never forget you, you just changed my life. Seriously. I... Goodbye!" He stammers, rushing out of the door before she can respond.
He runs down the street, beelining for the parking lot where he was dropped off half an hour ago. The air is a little less cold, now, at least. He sees the car in the distance, thanking the Lord above that they didn't abandon him.
He throws himself into the backseat, panting. "I'm... Sorry... I didn't mean to... Be there for so long... Got caught up in... Conversation," he says between breaths.
"Yeah, because I always leave conversations with my pants unzipped and hickeys on my neck," Tiger mutters, starting the car.
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Mini Me
Summary: Mike having major baby fever..
Warning: probably won’t sound like Mike at ALL. Sex, p in v, swearing, impregnating (funny word), unsafe sex, fluff. MDNI
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Mike can admit, you guys were NOT in the right financial situation to have a kid. Abby is enough already, but there was this deep want of a little baby wrapping its tiny hand around his much larger one. It having his face and your attitude.
This thought didn’t just come to him randomly, well it did, but it was a developing desire. The idea came to him back when he was working at the mall. A little boy that was too cute for his own good, waddled to him with tears welling in his eyes, crying for help to find his dad.
Mike at first was a bit unsure how to help, but when the little boy reached his small hand to grab his finger, Mike automatically felt this wave of protectiveness over the little boy.
Mike eventually found the little boy’s father, and reluctantly had to give him back, but that was the spark that lit the flame.
Mike had came home and saw you chasing Abby, yelling at her to stop running so she can eat her dinner.
Mike sighed, his dream of a mini him wasn’t going to happen if they kept living like this.
So! For a couple of months, he set aside money, looked for a new job, and was now finally confident enough to spring up this idea to you.
You both were currently making out in his room, both high off of the want of each others gifts you both bring each and every time you fuck, that being what y’all were born with.
You both undressed, and Mike slowly slid in, suppressing the loud groan he wanted to let out.
He started thrusting into you, gripping and rubbing every inch of your body. He loved having you in this position. He loved being able to grab your ass, but also kind of see your face.
“Fuck, y/n, don’t know what I’d do without you.” He leaned over you and kissed your cheek.
Soon enough, you were crying about how much you loved him and how you were going to cum.
With what you said, he remembered why you both were doing this right then and there.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He flipped you over, still inside so he can see your face.
“Uh huh! Please let me cum!” You whined, grabbing his face and kissing him.
He started pounding into you, smiling at the screams you let out.
“Fuck! I’m gonna put a baby in you. Gonna have you swollen and round with my baby.” He started babbling, not realizing what he was even saying, he wanted to talk to you first so you wouldn’t feel forced into this, but honestly, he found baby trapping hot too so, what can he say?
“You want that? You want a mini me running around the place, Huh?” You didn’t even make a sound, you had already came and he was now using all he had left to make you feel good as long as he did.
“Make you a mommy, make you officially mine.” He started to whimper in your ear, making you reach a second orgasm.
“Mike! I can’t!” You moaned, he kissed you, and you came again.
“I’m cumming!” He groaned, cumming inside of you. He laid there for a few moments, before he slowly pulled out.
Fingers crossed you’re throwing up in a couple of days!
This was dog shit, just wanted to post something to pass time by!
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He's a Needy One (Denji x afab reader)
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Pairing: – Denji x afab!reader
Summary: He wants to try something new and much to your delight he's so good at it
Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, oral f!receiving, penetration f!receiving (fingers, tongue, dick), unsafe sex, m! ejaculation, f! ejaculation, overstim
Word Count: 2.5
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His eyes still lit up every time you hinted about being in the mood, even after the first dozen times you realized his expression would turn to that same one of excitement and lust no matter how many times he got the chance. Sometimes he’d be satisfied just to fondle you a bit, wanting to put his hands on you and squeeze your breasts, rub himself against your ass or hip and just look you over with pure wonderment as his hands explored every inch of you. Sometimes you could see the greed in his eyes, the boyish joy behind his grin as he touched you and grew harder beneath his pants before he would coyly ask for more or tell you what else he wanted from you. 
Today it was your pussy that got him feeling some kind of way. He had been out all day and busy and when he got home he had a smirk on his face, coming directly to you to tell you he needed you. You had started unbuttoning your shirt, assuming he wanted to kiss and lick and suck on your breasts for a while like he usually did, but he spoke instead. 
“Well, those too, but uhm,” He blushed, eyes eager as they watched you undo the middle button on your shirt, pausing to eye him curiously. 
“Uh,” He looked away, toying with the back of his hair for a moment before his eye lit up again, turning back to you with a big grin now. Always with excitement. “I want to eat your pussy,” He said and at first you were taken back. He could be pretty impatient when it came to sex and usually did everything he could to get himself inside of you, usually with you on your back and his hands on your hips, titling them up for him so he could keep hold of you and thrust into you deeply. He always wanted to watch your tits bounce when he fucked you that way and he’d lick his lips as he felt himself driving into you, enjoying it the same as if it were the first time. 
“Okay,” You said and for a moment he looked proud of himself, his eyebrows went up a bit and his lips curled further, teeth showing in his smile now as he nodded fast and motioned for you to keep undressing. You laughed softly, undoing your shirt and tossing it back off your shoulders, exposing your plain black bra. His hands were on you immediately, firm on your waist as he tugged you from the chair you sat in, pulling your body against his. Lips were on yours suddenly as well as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning up onto your toes to try and match his stance. His hands trailed up and down your bare sides, winding around your back and feeling the curve of your lower back before he trailed them down around the globes of your ass, lifting you suddenly and holding you beneath your thighs. 
“Bedroom right, do you want a towel, will it be messy?” He was talking between heavy kisses, lips sloppy as he did so and you trailed your tongue along his bottom lip. 
“Bedroom,” You confirmed, thinking about the latter questions with amusement. You often did use a towel when you fucked, him usually releasing a heavy load somewhere and you often making a mess as he fucked you so wildly. “Towel is fine,” You said and his lips moved to your neck, hungry and fast as he held you with one arm now, keeping your body tightly against him as he fumbled around with his other hand to reach into the bathroom door as you passed it on the way to the bedroom. “Messy for sure,” You said as he kicked open the bedroom door, stumbling a bit but not dropping you until he got to the bed. 
“Good,” He mumbled, climbing over your body as he started to undo his own shirt, tugging at each button quickly and letting you shove it off of his shoulders and arms, trailing your hands over his skin, feeling the worn muscles up his arms and across his back. His lips were moving down now, tongue trailing across your collarbone as his hands roamed up your hips and stomach and to your chest. He rubbed his thumbs beneath your breasts before taking them in his hands, holding them for a moment, squeezing a bit roughly as his big hands completely covered you, a little sigh falling from his lips. You grinned, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you wound your hands into his hair, feeling him kiss and lick softly between your breasts, practically laying his face into you before he started sucking on your nipples. He toyed with them with his tongue, wanting them to stand for him so he could teasingly bite. 
He was lucky you were so happy to let him do this, what if he had found someone who wasn’t as sensitive as you? Your toes curled when he flicked his tongue over your nipples, a little moan escaping you as you felt his grin against your skin, his hands squeezing gently before he started working his way down. He was a bit gentler across your stomach and hips, kissing slowly across your navel and his tongue dragging gently across your hip bones. His hands held your hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles across your skin as you played with his hair, combing through it with your fingers and enjoying the sensation of his hot tongue. He eagerly started to undo your pants, hooking his thumbs beneath your pants and panties to tug them down, his lips trailing along as he did so, leaving no skin untouched as he delicately trailed his hands over your thighs and calves and then back up again. 
You felt yourself blush a bit, head tilting to the side so you could hide half your face in the sheets. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him but you quite liked it. There had been a few times he went a bit slower with you but usually he was in a hurry, forgetting himself as he worked his way into you. You shivered as his lips grazed your inner thighs, his hands a bit rough but so gentle as he pushed them apart and his eyes lit up when they saw your pussy. He looked hungry, eyes a bit wide but still hooded as he bit his lip, taking in the sight once again. You were wet, just a bit as he hadn’t parted your folds to see more yet. When he did you felt yourself tremble a bit, his two fingers trailing from the top of your vulva down to your pussy, parting your folds and exposing your needy clit and dripping pussy. 
“Oh fuck,” You heard him mutter and you peeked down to see him leaning in, eyes falling closed as you felt his tongue press against you, trailing down between your lips before dipping into you, lapping up everything there was. You shivered, hands gripping the sheets beside you as you watched him for a few moments. His face was relaxed as he worked his tongue over you so slowly, tasting every inch as his fingers suddenly dipped into your sex. His other arm wrapped around your leg, pulling it open for him as his fingers brushed a sensitive part of your inner thigh, making you twitch. His eyes fluttered open for a moment before he took his lips to that spot, sucking on it and making you whine before he went right back to toying with your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub over and over again. 
You couldn’t hold back from letting out little whines and moans, tugging on the sheets as his two fingers spread inside your pussy, feeling your walls grip onto him as he fingered you. His tongue worked perfectly between your folds, teasing your clit as he licked and sucked every part of you that he could. You gasped when you felt him nibble a bit at your vulva, sucking you into his mouth and biting down gently. His eyes shot open and he peered up at you, worried he hurt you but overjoyed when he saw the pink on your cheeks and the way you were biting your lip. He grinned against your lips, continuing to toy with you as you let out little whimpers for him. He was quite proud of himself really, starting to lose himself suddenly in your taste. 
“Aah-!” You gasped, back arching, tilting your hips perfectly for him to hook his arm tighter, locking you closer to him. He had curled his fingers a bit inside you, pressing against a special spot on your soft walls inside, your pussy squeezing against him as he grinned against your clit, tongue lapping over it quickly. He felt like he could do this all day, just drink you in and watch you squirm. He liked looking up at you with your back arched that way, your tits forming perfect mounds on your chest as he ran his tongue up and down you, his fingers moving a bit quicker inside you now. 
“Denji!” You gasped out, suddenly gripping onto his hair again as you jutted your hips against his face. He loved this feeling, you held him close and fucked yourself on his fingers and tongue, getting closer and closer as he realized he had dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed and not laid it out beneath you before he threw you down. The thought left his mind quickly when he felt your legs start to shake and your moans became more desperate. He closed his eyes again, drinking you in as you came on his face, making exactly the mess he had wanted. 
“Fuck yes,” He groaned, feeling the tightness of his pants straining him a bit. He wanted to relieve the pressure but the way you were fucking his face he couldn’t dare move away. His fingers kept pushing into you, dragging out more and more of your cum as he kept his other hand firm on your thigh, his tongue almost getting sore as he moved it faster, helping you ride out your orgasm. The way you pulled his hair hurt just a bit but it only spurred him on as he pulled another orgasm from you, your whimpers and cries so sweet as they filled the room. 
“Denji! Fuck-!” Your back arched again, your hips rolling onto his tongue as he was practically drunk on you now. Your body twitched and you closed your legs tightly suddenly, his eyes peering up at you as you threw your head back and let out a long moan. He grinned, tugging away from you for long enough to undo his pants and let himself out of them, his cock leaking and practically aching as he had to stroke it a few times to relieve the pressure he had felt building. Your arms had trailed up the bed, moving up beside your head as you support yourself while your body squirmed, even without him touching you you could feel the overstimulation. He had no intention of stopping though. 
“Hn!” You gasped, eyes shooting open when you felt his hands spread your thighs, both of them wet from your own juices as he let his heavy cock press against your lips, parting them and letting his length run across your clit. You gripped the sheets beside your head, curling your hands into them as you eyed him, face pink and covered in lust. Your lips were parted slightly and your eyes were hooded as he looked you over. His own face had a similar look, his lips shiny and wet as his eyes scanned your body, loving the look of you like this beneath him. 
“Y/n,” He breathed out, hands firm on your thighs as he kept them open for him, rubbing himself against you and causing pleasure to shoot through your body, making you jerk a bit beneath him. 
“Hmm,” You hummed out, eyes rolling back as he gently stroked himself against you, letting his cock become soaked with your cum. 
“I’m gunna fuck you now,” He said and you nodded fast, needing it just as much as he did after that. He grinned, the same boyish grin he always had, but your eyes were closed and your body so close to another orgasm you didn’t see it this time. His tip entered you easily, sliding in with your slick and his fingers having already stretched you a bit. You still whimpered, tilting your hips for him so he could reach in all the way, stretching you with every inch as his length filled you. He couldn’t hold back his own moans, hands moving to trail up your body, squeezing your breasts again before resting beside your waist. He steadied himself as he started thrusting, not giving you time to get used to the feeling of his cock inside you at all, but at this point you didn’t care. You needed him to fuck you, immediately. 
“D-Denji,” You whimpered, your hands trailing up his arms and he leaned down a bit, giving you the space to grab onto his shoulders, tugging his body closer to yours. You wrapped your arms around him as he thrust into you, your body jolted with every smack of his hips against you, your moans loud in his ear as you wrapped your legs around him to tug him closer, his cock reaching deeply inside of you each time. 
“Fu-” You kissed him suddenly, his words lost in your lips as you felt his hips jerk and his body stiffen for a moment. He was able to cum too. You let him pull himself from you as you twitched, your own orgasm already having started squeezing his cock. He was sad to pull from you, letting his twitching cock lay heavily against you as he shot himself out between you both. 
“Fuck,” He muttered again between kisses, your lips hungry as you felt yourself shaking a bit from the multiple orgasms, your pussy still pulsing as you tried to let your body relax. He laid his head on your shoulder and you could feel the bit of sweat from his forehead on you now but you didn’t care. You ran your hands over his back slowly, his lips soft as they kissed across your shoulder. 
“I want to do that again,” He muttered and you weren’t sure if he meant the cunnalingus or the sex. You giggled though, kissing his temple softly and running a hand through his hair. 
“Give me a minute,” You breathed out and he laughed, nodding as you felt yourself relaxing beneath him. 
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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥
𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟳: 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁
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📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: witch!reader and potions master!pierre run a cute little shop to fulfill anyone’s magical needs. it’s nearing valentine’s day, and the shop is bombarded with desperate humans looking for love charms & potions, even though there’s no magic spell strong enough to replicate true love. oddly, news travels from a few villages over that there’s a potions master who managed to make a real love potion. pierre has to get his hands on it—for the bit, obviously. there’s no way it will work.  📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. not beta read. witchcraft. familiars. cunnilngus. aphrodisiacs. inherent dubcon. vaginal sex. unsafe sex. sudden orgasm? desperation. coming inside. vague structure and explanation of magic. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: pierre gasly x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: need to know • doja cat
𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: inspired by amortentia. what can i say at every fanfic writer's core, they’ve read an unhealthy amount of hp ff’s, i don’t make up the rules. we know pierre is a fiend, but uh, i do not even feel like i truly tapped into his true unhinged power with this. n joy, loves !!!
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the shop has been open for fifty-five minutes and it’s already been overwhelmed by desperate humans. valentine’s day is tomorrow; and every naive soul is scrambling to get a love charm or potion. the problem with that is: there’s no magic spell or potion able to mirror true love. however, nobody coming into the shop appreciates that answer. 
after the third time a customer hysterically screamed at you for saying there’s no such thing as a ‘love spell,’ you made a slight tweak to the doorbell. now, every time the door opens a bass-boosted audio of you screaming, “LOVE POTIONS, CHARMS, OR SPELLS DO NOT EXIST” echoed through the shop. unfortunately, that message did not seem to help. you had to change the way you welcomed customers when they stepped up to the counter.
“good morning! welcome in to runes and brews; if you’re looking for a spell of true love, it doesn’t exist. nor does a potion or charm. the most i can offer is a hyperfixation charm, which makes the subject pay more attention to you for twelve hours. this charm doesn’t affect their emotions, you still have to make them attracted to you with your, hopefully, natural charm. are you interested in one, they’re buy-one-get-one free for valentine’s day?”
your customer service grimace smile is stained across your lips as you parrot the same words to each customer. you’ve become an npc. the customers try to interrupt your spiel, but you act as if it’s a piece of unskippable dialogue. if they’re going to come here and harass you over their inability to rizz somebody up—they’re sure as hell going to listen when you speak. at this point, you’ve adopted the ‘it is what it is’ mentality. you’re selling a record number of hyper-fixation charms, you think you might run out of your entire supply hours before the store closes. 
at first, you felt a little guilty about selling these charms to the desperate souls. all they want is true love and you can only offer a temporary fix. but after you’ve been screamed at countless times for telling these non-magiques that you can’t supply them with what they’re asking for, the guilt quickly transforms to ‘idgaf.’ with a twitching eye, you kindly told the customers inside the store to wait just a few seconds while you adjusted the door’s charm. 
you grab the outer doorknob with a hand covered in lapis powder, and imbue it with your aura to edit the current protection spell. thankfully, you remembered to meditate this morning, so casting comes easily. you breathe deeply, before releasing the handle and you make your way back towards the customers. and suddenly, the amount of people entering the shop decreases dramatically.
you have such a manic grin on your face that the customers inside the building stare at you in mild terror. one of the humans swallows their fear, and asks the question they’re all afraid to hear the answer to, “w-what did you do to the uh- to the d-door?”
the lights brighten around you as your grin grows larger, and you nonchalantly answer, “the door reads your intentions before you step inside. if a customer plans to come in and harass me over what is magically impossible, they get cursed.”
the humans gasp in fear, and you’re eyes widen in realization, “oh! no-no, don’t worry, it’s nothing bad! it’s just a floating rose that screams out ‘i have no rizz’ to every person they talk to for the next forty-eight hours. they’ve ruined their own valentine’s day with their terrible manners,” you state proudly.
the mass of customers inside thins out pretty quickly after that. 
thankfully, the door charm seems to do the trick with keeping out unruly folks. you’re able to start working on requests from your usual customers—the barkeep needs her rune for a bottomless keg replenished, the butcher needs his new set of utensils charmed with sharpness, the baker’s assistant needs your help working on the heating charm for the warming-tables, and so on and so forth. you get a new vampire customer today, requesting a sunshade potion—they indulge in telling you that they’re planning to spend valentine’s day outside with their human partner as a surprise. you coo at the vampire adorably as you check them out, and you see their cheeks faintly tint with pink—they must have fed recently. this is why being open for valentine’s day is worth it to you; customers like this remind you that true love still exists.
you wish him luck with his surprise, and hand over the potion, which was made by your true love, pierre. who was supposed to be helping you in the shop about thirty minutes ago. he claimed to have to run out and get a few extra supplies to be able to fulfill all of his orders, but that he’d be back before the shop opened. when he shows his face, the true love between you two may not exist anymore. because you’re going to kill him for hanging you out to dry. you sigh, and make your way into the back storage closet to get a fresh box of dried peonies for the new batch of hyperfixation charms, when you hear the doorbell scream the warning message.
you call-out, “give me one moment and i’ll be right up to help you out! feel free to look around in the meantime!” you summon the box of peonies forward, and spell it to float after you as you make your way out.
turning the corner, you automatically begin your npc introduction, “good morning! welcome in to runes and brews; if you’re looking for a spell of true love, it doesn’t exist. nor does a potion or charm. the most i can offer is a hyperfixation charm—oh, it’s just you—ohmygod—how did you pick up my door curse??”
pierre stares at you in a mixture of bewilderment and amusement, as the rose screams “I HAVE NO RIZZ,” at you. you can only laugh, and summon your phone to your hand to take a video. pierre laughs in reflex, still not sure what’s going on, and suddenly he’s being climbed over like a cat tree by your familiar.
“aha!” you exclaim. “i’ve been looking for you all day, ma’am. what pocket of the universe were you hiding in? you always disappear when the non-magiques come around instead of defending me, cat. what kind of familiar are you?”
pierre struggles to wrangle cat off of his head from where she’s fucking up the rose hanging over him. he side-eyes you heavily when he still sees you recording the whole interaction, and you put the phone down before you step over to get cat off of his head. “madame catalytic converter!” you yell with the force of your ancestors.
yes, you named your familiar catalytic converter, cat for short. it makes perfect sense, she improves your efficiency and decreases the chance for any harmful side-effects when you do magic; just like the car part. pierre says that’s why she never listens to you, for giving her a terrible name. when you asked him what he would’ve named her, he said, “probably, escargot, or something.” you said that’s probably why she hates him more. 
you remove the curse from pierre with a quick touch of your hand to his forehead, and the rose poofs away. madame catalytic converter, hops away quickly, uninterested in either of you again, and struts away to sit on top of the box of peonies you brought up. you narrow your eyes at your familiar, “oh—so you’re not even going to explain yourself? where were you?”
cat stares at you dead in the eyes, before she looks away and starts licking her calico fur clean, dismissing you. you scoff, rolling your eyes, and turn to pierre, “and where were you, monsieur?” you ask, poking a finger to his chest. 
pierre presses a kisses to your cheek in greeting, and raises the one bag he has in his hand as part of his answer, “i told you i was running errands, remember?”
you purse your lips at him, and he smiles at you, wrapping an arm around your waist to try and pull you in for a kiss. you smack your teeth disapprovingly, gripping his jaw with your hand, and holding him back, “yeah, you told me you were getting extra supplies. plural. and, that you’d be back in time to open the shop.”
pierre avoids your eyes, chuckling anxiously. 
“i’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but, you’ve only come back with one item, and it’s well past the time the shop opened,” you pause, letting pierre simmer, “explain yourself.”
“okaysoilied,” pierre rushes out, and you hum in shock sarcastically, gesturing for him to continue, “but—but! mon amour, i’ve come back with something that could potentially level up my potion making skills!”
you stare at him unamused, “oh ok—well, show me, what is this wonderful thing?”
pierre shifts on his feet, and you are suddenly afraid to know what he’s bought. if his confidence is faltering, you know whatever’s in that bag cannot be good. 
“so, you remember how people were saying the potion shop a few towns over has actual love potions,” pierre starts eagerly, you nod in resignation, already knowing where this is going, “i bought one! well, two actually. i tried to bug the potion maker into telling me what he put in it, but he was so shifty about it. which is completely understandable, if i made a new potion as great as this, i wouldn’t tell anybody my secrets either.”
“okay, pierre,” you sigh, rubbing a hand across your face, disappointed, “why did you buy two of them?”
“oh,” pierre begins, his usual ludicrous smirk returning to his expression, “one for me to study, and one for me to take! the best way to see if it works is to test it out myself.”
you tug his hand off your waist, and step away from him, pointing at him in vindication, “that’s why my curse worked on you! you’re harassing me with this goddamn love-potion shit—you snake, we both know it’s not real!”
pierre groans, following after you as you storm back to the front counter, the peony box floating over as well, cat yowling at the sudden movement. 
“oh, come on, mon amour,” pierre pleads, brandishing the love potion at you, “where is your hunger for magical breakthroughs? aren’t you curious to learn how it works?”
“pierre, babe, it doesn’t work! that’s why i don’t care! and, why would it work on you? we’re already a true love’s match. we’re soul-tied!”
“so, there’s no harm in me taking it,” pierre claims, like he’s found a loophole. 
“pierre, you shouldn’t,” you warn him. the potions master deflates at your words, and you sigh at the sight of his point. you take a few steps to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, and your aura swells with pierre’s love passing to you.
“if you do end up taking it, which you probably will anyways, at least take the time to properly study it. you don’t know if they’re any weird side effects,” pierre perks up, his blue-green eyes losing their saddened look immediately. he happily presses a few more kisses to your lips, and pulls away before pressing a kiss to your hand.
“i will! i’m going to go to the back now and start studying it—“
“uhm, no you are not! you still have to help me run this store, sir! i have plenty of things for you to do. starting with cleaning our cauldrons!”
pierre groans in disgust and whines like a child, “mon amour! please, you know i hate doing that. you can do it with a snap of your fingers, why do i have to do it with manual labor?”
you arch a sharp brow at him, and gently remind him of his behavior, “you shouldn’t have lied to me then, hm?” pierre sulks, and moves towards the back to get started on cleaning the cauldrons.
“don’t look so sad—i could’ve had you collecting the eyes of spiders!”
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pierre cringes when he accidentally slams the drawer of his desk closed, pausing cautiously to listen for any movement in the house. it’s late, and you’ve gone to bed hours ago; he’s stayed up trying to identify what exactly this so-called love potion is made out of, and what order of processes it was created with. the frenchman is certain that there are at least seven ingredients in the brew: mature peonies, smashed pearls, crushed dates, powdered rose thorns, rose water, and a potion base of moonstone and lapis. it’s odd, because to pierre the potion smells like warmed vanilla, shea butter, a dash of espresso, and a brush of peppermint—but with every extraction he makes from the potion, there’s no sign of those ingredients. in addition to that mystery, he can tell that this potion took a few weeks to prepare and that it needed constant stirring. he can figure out when ingredients were added to the potion based on how much affect the cooking and heat had on them; the dates and pearls were first, followed by the rose thorns, and it seems like the peonies were added last—he just can’t figure out how they were integrated in the brew. were they added in batches, all at once, did they need changes in stirring motion, etc.. 
putting aside all the unknowns, there is one thing that pierre is sure of: none of the ingredient combinations in this potion would cause any harmful side effects. the powdered rose thorns and crushed pearls are a rare sight in potions but, they create the base of hyperfixation charms and he hasn’t heard of any reports of strange or harmful reactions from these two ingredients. so, the only responsible option for the potions master is to drink the concoction and see if it lives up to be the ‘true love’ potion everyone is claiming it to be.
pierre knocks the draft back quickly and hums pleasantly at the taste, a curious eyebrow raised at how it doesn’t mirror the scent at all. the flavor is sweet and tangy, with a lingering dash of saltiness—it’s delicious. he finds himself wishing he didn’t waste the first potion with experiments so he could taste it again. 
the potions master rocks back and forth on his feet impatiently, he expected the brew to take immediate effect, alas, he feels nothing. pierre shrugs, the potion may take longer to kick in if it’s replicating one of the strongest emotions. he leaves his study and makes his way to the bedroom, and right before he enters the bedroom, he stumbles over cat. your familiar looks at him reproachfully, before she pauses and comes over to sniff at pierre. in the dark, he can see the calico’s eyes shrink into pupils and suddenly she hisses up at him, before she apparates into thin air. pierre scratches at his scalp in a confused manner; cat hissing at him and then disappearing, is not out of the ordinary (it reminds him of the you first brought him home and he tried to charm her with a laser pointer—the familiar stared at pierre like he disparaged her family name), he doesn’t know if that was a reaction just because of him, or if it was a reaction to the potion. 
he continues with his usual nightly routine before he joins you in bed, dressed in a pair of old sweatpants alone. you pout in your sleep, pierre can feel your aura calling to him, unhappy that he’s not curled up against you. he tucks you into his chest when he settled comfortably on his back. he feels your magic calm, the air relaxing when the force of your influence fades. 
the potions master tries to stay up for as long as he can to see if he notices an effect from the brew, but deflates when he doesn’t feel any changes. he knows the chances of this potion working was slim to none, however, he kind of hoped it at least had some effect on him. pierre’s eyes flutter shut as he drifts to sleep, and his last conscious thought is that you were probably right, the potion may not have an effect on true love’s matches.
you squirm awake. it’s boiling hot under the sheets and it shouldn’t be, you placed a cooling charm on the bed. as the fog of sleep unfortunately fades from your mind, you notice that the heat is radiating from pierre. turning around in worry and slight annoyance, you check in on your boyfriend, and the annoyance disappears when you examine his state.
he’s still asleep, but he’s drenched in sweat. his brow is furrowed in what must be pain, and his body squirms across the bed in discomfort. you press a hand to his forehead and hiss at the burning heat from his skin. you groan, already knowing what happened to your dumb potions master—he should be stripped of his title after this. he was working on the damn potion before you went to bed, and he fucking drank it, ignoring your warning, and now, he’s suffering the consequences. you take the same hand that was on his head, and bring it to his shoulder to gently shake him awake. pierre, on the other hand, awakens dramatically, jackknifing upright like you’ve poured water all over him.
the man pants desperately, chest heaving with his stuttering breaths, tongue swiping at his upper lip to clear the sweat gathering there, his teal irises swallowed by enlarged pupils, and his hair is matted and curling against his forehead from the mixture of sweat and heat. his eyes are glazed over, you can tell he’s not quite aware of what’s going on—that’s probably thanks to the incredible fever he’s running—but there’s a hidden glint to them that you can’t puzzle out. 
“oh, pierre,” you lean forward, hands coming to grasp at the sides of his face, steadying him, “you fucked around and found out, didn’t you? there’s no chance you’re capable of telling me the antidote to this, it seems. maybe a spell can alleviate the effects briefly enough…”. as you ramble on, mostly to yourself, you fail to see the look in pierre’s eyes change. the hidden intentions you weren’t able to make out are as clear as day now. the haze over his stare is still present, but the confusion has disappeared. only hunger remains.
you startle when pierre’s trembling hands grasp at your waist. you quirk a brow at him in question, but don’t receive an answer, a verbal one at least. you’re suddenly knocked flat on your back and pierre bodily shoves himself between your legs, hovering over you. and the intense look in his eyes is made aware to you; you’ve seen it before, but it’s never felt this ravenous. you press your eyelids closed and whimper under your breath at your revelation: the ‘true love’ potion is a fucking aphrosodiac.
pierre is so hot. he feels his body shivering dramatically as he holds himself on his hands above you. his muscles weaken from the strain of the fever, and he collapses on top of you. his head lands in the valley of your neck, and he moans at the cooling feeling of your brown skin against his face—he needs more of it, he needs you naked. reinvigorated, pierre attempts to wrangle your clothes off, but he’s unable to do much with his shaky limbs. he begins to anger when your sleep shirt fails to disappear, and tries to rip it down the center. you force his hands away, and tug the shirt up and away before tossing it aside, leaving you in just panties. his anger dissipates, and he presses his body against yours again, and a choked groan escapes him at the relief your naked torso gives him, he goes boneless. 
the relief lasts for less than a minute, before he starts squirming desperately again—he needs to be closer to you. he suckles marks into your neck, moaning lewdly when he feels your hand tangle in his hair, pulling at it firmly. he fights your grasp, unsatisfied with his unfinished claim on your neck and chest, but he submits when he notices you’re guiding him to your lips. 
the meeting of your lips is messy, he can’t manage to find any of his usual finesse. he pants into your mouth in between sloppy, wet kisses, if you can even call them that. his tongue fights against yours, and his hips buck forward at the feeling, which reminds him of the fact that he still has sweatpants on and you have on panties. pierre jerks away, resisting the urge to continue kissing you when you whine out for him so prettily, chest arching upwards, nipples perky and egging him to bite, the bruises on your neck blossoming with reds and purples—he shakes his head erratically, and focuses enough to tug his sweatpants off; he’s never been so happy that he’s not wearing underwear. the skin contact must have done him well, because his hands aren’t shaking anymore as they grasp at your panties. he may not have torn apart your shirt, but the cotton undergarment doesn’t stand a chance, he rips through it like water.
the sound of your shriek at his actions is muted in his ears, and he barely registers the feeling of you shoving at his shoulder in irritation. pierre can only see your pussy. a broken whimper escapes him as he stares; his eyes tunnel to your throbbing hooded clit, the way your entrances tightens and relaxes, like you’re taunting him to fill you up, and you’re soaked for him, lips shining with your wetness—he should just get a brief taste, before he fucks you. he lays between your legs, hands coming around to grip at your thighs to firmly hold you against his mouth, and he’s eating you out like he’s never had a meal before.
the potions master vaguely hears a pleasure-filled scream burst from your chest as he broadly strokes of his tongue against your vulva to collect any wetness you’ve spilled. he muffles his moan into your pussy at the taste, and shifts downward to prod his tongue inside of you to coax more of your juices out. he feels your hips try to buck him off of you, and he growls into you, tightening his grip on your thighs to allow you no escape. you leak steadily into his mouth, even as you try to run from the constant barrage of his lips, tongue, and teeth. pierre’s brow furrows with the effort he puts into eating you out—your taste is addicting. it’s a mouthwatering combination of sweet and tangy, with lingering saltiness. he has a small lapse of deja-vu at your flavor, but it’s quickly dismissed at the drag of his cock against the bed. 
pierre whimpers into you at the pleasure flaring behind his eyelids, as he begins to hump against the bed. he switches from forcing his tongue inside of you and moves his attention to your clit, suckling and twirling his tongue on the button. it sounds like he’s making out with your cunt. your thighs to clamp shut around his head, your hand scrambles to tug at his hair and hold him exactly where you want him, and you start rubbing your pussy against him. fuck, how did he not realize how hard he is. pierre sobs into your pussy overwhelmed, he wants to keep eating you out, and the friction of his cock against the bed feels so good. he knows being inside of you would be better.
the frenchman breaks free from the grasp of your legs, and scrambles back upwards, not giving you time to register the change in position before he breaches your entrance. when the head of his cock pops inside of you, he throws his head back and moans erotically at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. he starts to burn hotter. pierre struggles to hold-off from thrusting into you in one smooth motion—he’s usually cautious when he fucks into you for the first time because he’s well aware of his size and how you struggle to take it all in one sitting. he whimpers hotly, and picks his head up to look at you—and all sense of waiting for you to adjust leaves him head. a line of drool has slid down your cheek, your eyes have rolled back in pleasure, and the sounds of your squeals of pleasure from just the tip of his cock break his restraint.
the man drives his cock deep inside of you in one smooth thrust, and he shudders on top of you, humming in satisfaction at the pulsing grasp of your cunt. pierre feels how he forced the air out of your lungs, your corresponding scream still rattling in his eardrums, but he can’t help how he grinds his cock into you, one, two, three times. he groans out, and starts making proper thrusts into you—he needs to fuck you properly. one of your hands sneaks between your joined bodies and presses at his navel in a weak attempt to halt his movements. pierre knocks it out of the way, before he brings both of his hands to tighten on your waist and starts fucking you with a purpose. it’s selfish and dirty; in a way pierre usually isn’t. he uses himself as a tool to make you cum first all of the time, but you can tell tonight, this is all about him—your orgasm is just a byproduct. he gathers you up in his arms, making sure there’s no gap of air in between you, and starts pumping his hips into you deeply, not pulling out of you any more than a few centimeters.
it’s feels so pleasurable that it could be torture. he’s applying pressure against that spongy spot on your walls so consistently, that you’re legs have already started shaking. he’s fucking you up the bed with the force of his thrust, and he’s conscious enough to place a hand on the headboard to make sure he doesn’t shove you up to hit your head. pierre’s making these sweet, whiny, whimpers, that he attempts to muffle into your neck as he feels himself start pulsating inside of you, dancing along the edge. he feels your nails claw into his back, and it’s like his senses are suddenly returned to full strength from where they were clogged with fuzz. he can hear you try and moan out for him, but his thrusts are so powerful that you keep choking on your words.
he catches the ending of your warning, “pierre-oh—m’ gonna cum! oh, fuck!”
the clenching of your orgasm pushes him into his own, and it’s the most intense crash of pleasure he’s ever felt. his vision whites out and it feels painful in a way only too much pleasure can give. his whole body shakes through each wave of pleasure, and he feels lightheaded at the feeling. pierre can’t even do anything more than jerk his hips forward to pump through the aftershocks, he falls limp on top of you, pinning you under him. his skin feels raw and blown open, and there’s a ringing noise in his ears. he whimpers against your neck, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, and then he’s pretty sure he faints for a few minutes.
when he comes back to the present, you’re humming underneath him, hands rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion. pierre brokenly moans against your throat, oversensitive. you shush him, and scratch at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes but won’t admit to. his breaths slowly even out against your skin, and in a croaky voice he starts talking, “the potion—it smelled like the shea butter of your lotion, the vanilla and coffee of your perfume, and the peppermint of your aura.”
you pause in your motions, and softly ask, “really?”
pierre shifts, hissing at the jostling of his cock still inside of you, and settles again, raising his head up to make lazy eye contact with you, “yeah,” he whispers quietly, before carefully pulling out of you and falling onto his stomach next to you.
you nuzzle up to his side and press kisses against his shoulder, before you offhandedly mention that his fever’s gone down. pierre’s fighting the call of sleep, and mumbles something into the pillow that you can’t make out, and he turns his head to the side so you can hear him, “i dunno how, mon amour, but it tasted like you too.”
you stare at him with wide eyes, neither of you are aware of an aphrodisiac of this caliber. pierre falls asleep, and you close your eyes in a quick prayer—this potion better have run its course, you won’t survive another round of that.
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touch.
nsfw! minors do not interact
length: 2.2k words
contains: fem!reader, softdom!reader, college au
warnings: smut, under-negotiated kink, unsafe sex, a bit of exhibitionism as a treat
on campus, zhang hao is synonymous with top student. while you were not a slacker, anyone would pale in comparison to his resume. he was a double-major student who was a part of the university's prestigious orchestra on top of being a teacher’s assistant.
which was how you met, in your developmental psychology course. zhang hao has been a faithful assistant to dr. lee for the past two semesters, dedicating his office hours to tutoring students falling behind. which you were.
“how am i supposed to memorize piaget’s and eriksen’s theories by tomorrow?” you bemoan, slumping in your chair. you were currently inside an office that could be described as a glorified closet in the basement of the psychology department, sitting across from star student zhang hao.
“dr. lee did share the study guide last week,” he responds, tapping a pen on his lips. clearly unbothered by your current crisis.
“last week i had a lab report due for research methods and an exam in stats,” you reply, pushing your chair out to stretch your legs under the table. “how do you keep all your classes straight?”
“i study at least two hours each night,” he responds.
“you study even when there is no exam coming up?” you ask incredulously, sitting up straighter in attention.
“yeah,” he replies, tilting his head. “how else am i supposed to make sure i understand the concepts?”
“you cram the night before like every other college student, hao,” you pout, not understanding how the he balanced his schedule. “how do you have time for a social life?”
“studying, classes, and violin keep me busy enough,” he shrugs.
you hum in reply, tapping your pen on the table. after flipping a few flashcards, you find a particular crack in the ceiling tile interesting. hao notices your lack of focus and clears his throat.
“y/n, do you have any class related questions i can help with?” he stares with eyes slightly narrowed, appearing indignant.
something was interesting about him, which was why you sought him out his help instead of a classmate. staying this long wasn’t in the original plan, but he was cute enough to continue. you decide to make a move before he sent you out of the office.
“you know you have a reputation on the campus, right?” you respond, laying down your flashcards.
“what do you mean?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“everyone wants you or wants to be you,” you reply leaning forward, head in hands.
“oh,” he replies quietly and looks down at his hands. “which one are you?”
you pretend to think, stroking your chin. “maybe a bit of both,” you smile, trying to read his face.
“you want me?” he says, peering over the lenses of his glasses.
you nod, moving one hand to put over his.
“hao, don’t you know my reputation on campus?” you say, pushing your palm into his and toying with his fingers. “i love to play with pretty boys.”
“uh, i-” he swallows, eyes focused on where you’re touching. you interlock fingers, feeling the rough calluses on his hands.
“should we play?” you smile, watching as a blush spreads to his ears. he nods and it’s all the affirmation you need, scooting the chair away from the table to get up.
“do we need to worry about the door?” you move towards it, inspecting for a lock.
“it doesn’t lock, but you’re the only one who has come to my office hours in two weeks,” he says eagerly, looking up from where he was sitting.
you consider the possibility of being interrupted, but figure it’s likely hao was right. the basement was mainly used for grad student research, so it was hardly a busy hallway. even so, the thought of someone hearing you together sent a rush of arousal through your body. however, you couldn’t show him how it affected you.
“you really are that excited? what else is the campus golden boy hiding?” you tease before walking to his chair, standing over him. he still hasn’t lost the flush, eyes widened innocently. “you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“no,” he shakes his head, maintaining eye contact.
“good, because i wouldn’t feel very nice taking your virginity in the basement of a building that should have been demolished ten years ago,” you laugh swinging your leg around his chair to sit in his lap, arms around his neck.
you study his face closely, pink lips stuck in a perpetual pout. a small mole on his cheekbone catches your eye, causing you to press your lips to it in a gentle kiss. when you pull away his eyes are closed, eyelashes fluttering.
“you’re pretty,” you say against his mouth before pressing your lips together. he pauses before kissing back softly, still reserved.
you remove one hand from his neck to his chest, laying a palm flat across him. his heartbeat thrums quickly against your fingers as you swipe your tongue on his bottom lip to deepen the kiss. you meet no resistance as he opens wider, as if needing you closer.
when you pull away for a breath, you notice his hands balled into fists next to his legs. “you do know you can touch me right,” you say before grabbing one to place on your waist. he quickly moves his other hand on the opposite side, looking up for approval.
“are you near-sighted or far-sighted?” you ask, tapping your fingers against the side of his glasses.
“near-sighted,” he replies and you gently grab them off the bridge of his nose, placing them behind you on the table.
“i want to see you better,” you say, moving a hand to cup his cheek. he looks expectantly at your lips before you pull him into another kiss. your tongues meet as you lick into his mouth, a surprised noise escaping his throat. you take advantage of your position to grind down into his lap. his hips stutter upwards to meet the movements and you can feel him harden through his pants.
you roll your hips forward while biting his lower lip and he whimpers, the sound sending waves of pleasure to your core.
“i could probably make you come like this, you know,” you say peering down and he responds with a shudder.
“no, please,” he shakes his head furiously, full on pouting. the expression was endearing, his eyes wide and pleading. it was hard to believe how quickly he became desperate underneath you.
“you’ll be good, then?” you question, stroking your thumb across his cheek soothingly before tracing his lips. he opens his mouth to lick your finger, taking you for surprise. you press in further and he sucks willingly, eyes falling shut. a cruel part of you imagines sticking more fingers inside and hearing him choke around them, but you restrain yourself.
“you really are a good boy,” you smile before pulling your hand away from his mouth, interrupting his movements. his eyes fly open and look hazy with lust. you push yourself off of him and his brows furrow together. “don’t we need to take our clothes off?”
you watch as he eagerly pushes the sweater above his head, revealing his slim frame. moles litter his chest and abdomen, and you resist the urge to kiss every one. as he is shoving his pants down, you kick your jeans off and remove your shirt. you are both only left in your underwear before you climb back on top of him.
this time when you grind down on him, the pressure is delicious. your clit rubs against his hard cock barely separated through fabric. arousal washes over you as feel yourself get wetter. hao cautiously grabs your hips, as if to ask permission. his large hands squeeze gently after you push down hard, feeling him twitch in his boxer briefs. wetness soaks the outside of your panties, lewdly spreading onto him.
“hold on,” you still your hips, trying to get his attention as he carefully grinds up into you. “hao, do you have a condom?”
“you think i have condoms my office?” he asks, looking confused. “where would i put them?”
he was right, the office didn’t even have a desk to store things, but you were hoping he was one of those guys that carried one in his wallet at all times.
“we are about to have sex in your office,” you respond, sighing. “i don’t have one either.”
“you propositioned me,” he says, a small smile on his face. he bites his lower lip, contemplating. “i’m not.. i’m clean either way.”
“me too, but it’s ok if you want to stop?” you reply, searching his face for any discomfort.
“no, i-” he sucks in a breath, pausing. “please don’t stop.”
you raise your eyebrows, but lift your hips to pull boxers down past his knees. he hungrily grabs at the edge of your panties before you yank them off, maneuvering over his lap.
his cock was pretty, tip flushed and leaking pearly precum. while he wasn’t the biggest you’ve seen, he was thick. your mouth watered at the idea of giving him head, but you decided you didn't have the patience to wait today.
he watches as you slip your hand between your folds, collecting the wetness to spread around. it’s all the prep you plan on giving yourself before you line yourself up against him, head leaking against your pussy. you look at him expectantly.
he wraps his arms around your waist and eagerly pushes in. air is knocked out of you as you try to accommodate to the stretch.
after a few moments, you begin to move. the awkward angle of the chair doesn’t allow you to fully ride him, so you continue to grind your hips down on him with your hands linked around his neck.
you catch his lips, messy and wet. your clit is stimulated against his abs and you involuntarily clench around his cock, causing him to loudly whimper.
“what, do you want to be caught?” you murmur against his mouth and he fails to bite back a moan. “do i need to put my hand over your mouth?”
he nods and you push your hand over his lips, covering the lower part of his face. you test a small push of your hips and he cries into your palm.
there was no other way to describe him other than beautiful. his entire body was flushed as his eyes rolled back at the pleasure. you struggle to keep quiet as you bite your lip to hold in a moan.
“what would everyone think, hm? good boy zhang hao having sex in public?” you tease with a roll of your hips and he twitches inside of you, eyes wide with shock and pleasure. “you would like that? i’m not sure you’re much of a good boy then.”
he shakes his head furiously, tears wetting his eyelashes. you question if he is denying liking the idea of being caught or offended at the idea of not being good. you remove your hand from his mouth to give him a chance to respond.
“please, oh,” he cuts himself off after you roll your hips. “i’m good, y/n please.”
“i’m not sure if good boys fuck their students,” you reply with a smile. “and i don't think good boys get off on the idea of being caught. is that what you want? someone to walk in right now?”
you trail your hands to his chest, brushing your fingers against his nipples. he arches his back against the chair, desperately chasing the contact. his movement shifts you on his cock and presses against your g-spot. you fail to suppress your own moan, clenching hard around his cock. a familiar heat spreads through your body as you near your climax.
“y/n i’m so close, don’t stop, please,” he cries out, meeting your hips as you move down against him. the force causes you to fall against him entirely. wet sounds begin to fill the room as the fucks into you harshly.
one final thrust and he pushes his face into your neck, biting down harshly before coming inside you. you feel his cock empty into you, cum spurting inside.
your orgasm catches you by surprise and you cry out, a shiver running down your spine. you spasm around him, milking him dry as his mouth opens in a silent scream. you bring him in for a messy kiss, your tongue pushing against his as you ride out your orgasm with him.
as you feel him begin to soften inside you, you look around to find something to catch the cum leaking out. hao notices you struggling and reaches for his bag, pulling out a pack of tissues.
“thanks,” you say, quickly grabbing one. after cleaning yourself, you leave his lap to throw it away. you grab another tissue to swipe across his abdomen, carefully cleaning away any remaining mess before pulling his underwear back up. the moment felt weirdly intimate as he watched you move, but decide to ignore it before handing his glasses back.
you find pieces of clothes haphazardly laying on the ground and toss him his sweater and pants. you both dress quietly before you grab your phone to look at the time. hours had past since you sat down to meet with him, yet you didn’t make any progress on your understanding of the class material.
“well, i suppose i do need to study now?” you laugh and he nods. instead of feeling the pressure of the exam the next day, you felt calm. you didn’t understand a thing, but you weren’t opposed to having to take the credit again next semester. especially if it meant more time with zhang hao.
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quinloki · 1 year
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Elevator Music
Fem Reader x Eustass Kid
One Shot - 2,956 words
CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, elevator sex, rough sex, consensual, modern au, Kid has both arms. 18+ only
-:- Table of Consent -:-
Inspired by this tumblr post about being trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen.
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“Floor?” You ask as the tall, broad shouldered young man stepped into the elevator. He looked like he could be the poster boy for punk rock. Wild red hair, golden brown eyes, scars that did nothing to detract from his looks, and a confidence in his step you had to appreciate.
“Eleven.” He answers. His voice is a little like gravel but not unpleasant.
You press the button and return to your phone, stealing a few sideways glances as politely as you could. Shame you didn’t have business with him, but the elevator ride was improved at least.
Around the 8th floor there was a jolt, not a hard one, but it was unnerving in the otherwise smooth ride. You both flinched a little and exchanged glances, and you nearly said something when another harder jolt shook the elevator carriage. You can’t help the surprised squeak that escapes you, and you grab onto the bar.
The elevator doesn’t move. Smooth, jerkily, or otherwise.
You and the punk exchange glances before looking around the compartment. There’s an emergency box he pulls open and an old style phone with no buttons. He picks it up and you can hear it ringing even after he puts it by his ear. You’re still looking around for the little red button, or anything that might be useful if no one picks up the phone.
But after a few rings there’s a voice. It’s too muffled to make out, but you can hear your fellow trapped passenger.
“Yeah, the elevator’s stuck.” There’s muffled talking and he looks around and looks at you. “See anything that says what car this is?”
“Six?” You prompt, pointing to a number just under the floor button.
“Probably. Yeah, we think it’s car 6… yeah, ‘we’, there’s a lady in here too.” There’s a long silence, and he rolls his eyes. “Am I staying on the line for this, or can you call us?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sure, sure. Here.”
He hands you the phone and you make a face before taking it. “Yell-o?” You say, unsure what was going on.
“Ma’am, we need to know if you feel threatened.” The voice on the other end of the line says.
“Huh?”
“If you feel unsafe we can probably get authorization to break the doors open and getting you out before the fire department arrives.”
“Hang on.” You put the phone to your chest and look at the big guy with you. “If I tell them you’re making me feel scared they’re willing to break the rules and get us out of here faster.”
“… You’re not afraid of me?”
You tilt your head. “No, why would I be?”
He grunts. “It’s fine then, you can lie, it won’t bother me.”
You speak back into the phone. “Hello? Yes, uh, yes, I am so if you could-.”
“For insurance reasons you’ll have to officially press charges ma’am.” The man on the other end of the line explains. “My supervisor just informed me.”
“Oh. Well, no then. Just get us out of here as fast as you can. I was on my way to an interview.” You reply. “I’d rather not miss it. Did you need to speak to him again?”
“No ma’am. We’ll call once we have an ETA for you. You can hang up for now.”
“Alright, thank you!” You say cheerfully and hang the phone up. “Sorry, we’ll probably be here for a while. They wanted me to file actual charges.” You grouse, clicking your tongue. “How useless.”
He shrugs and sits down in the corner by the phone. “What’s your name, doll?”
“Anything but that,” you say with a smile, sitting down across from him, being mindful of your interview outfit. “(Y/N). What’s yours, red?”
He grunts. “Anything but that.” He echoes. “Eustass Kid.”
“Well, Mr. Eustass, my apologies for not pressing charges on you.” You say with a grin.
He grunts a laugh, and leans his head back. “Hope you make your interview.”
“Ha! Thanks.” You sigh. “I’m kind of glad to be missing it, but it won’t matter. I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.” You admit with a sigh.
“Oh?”
“Yeeeeeah, it’s my dad’s company. I could give two shits less about it, quite frankly, but I’ve been black listed.”
“Huh?” Eustass looked at you with actual interest for the first time since he got into the elevator. “Are you saying your old man kept other companies from hiring you?”
You nod. “Dad doesn’t have a son. Someone’s gotta take over, and if I don’t then I don’t get to work at all. I spent the last two years job hunting, and he pulled the plug on everything. I can’t even get a job as a newspaper boy, and I don’t have enough personal funds to get out of the range of his reach.
“Ahhh, sorry, a bunch of rich kid drama, isn’t it? I have it so hard.�� You try to laugh, but frustration makes it hard to be flippant. “If I play along for a couple years I can bounce. That wouldn’t be so bad.”
“… You don’t have to have it hard for something to suck ass.” He says after a moment. “Your dad’s a real bastard.”
You grin. “Thanks.”
A few more minutes pass and the elevator phone rings. Eustas picks it up and listens for a few moments before replying. “Sure, we’ll be fine. If anything changes we’ll call.”
He hangs up the phone and settles against the wall more. “Get comfortable, it’s gonna be an hour at least. Says the fire fighters are busy, and once the emergency calls are cleared they’ll send someone over.”
You lean back with a bit of a sigh. You weren’t sad to be missing the interview, but you also weren’t thrilled to spend an hour or more in a box, eight floors off the ground.
You take out your phone and putz around on it for a while. After a few minutes you find yourself stealing glances at Eustass Kid. Punk rock r-shirt, work boots, dusty jeans. He smells of grease and oil and metal and chocolate. In the enclosed space it doesn’t take much to notice it all.
He’s thick and muscular. Probably could do all manner of unspeakable things to you without breaking a sweat, but something about him left you feeling safe around him. Safe enough to fantasize a little, even if you felt a bit guilty. You two barely knew each other’s names, but it was easy to imagine what was under that well-fitted shirt.
It was easy to imagine the things you’d let him do to you, too, and not just because you were wholeheartedly rebelling against dear old dad, but also because he was just hot.  From the sound of his voice, to how he was relaxing right now, to - what you were sure - was a fiery personality he’d been suppressing for your benefit.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He asks, not even looking up from his phone.
“Yes.” You reply with a smile, watching a grin cross his face before he looks up at you.
“Not what I expected.”
“I get in trouble for that a lot,” you admit, letting your eyes shift down before looking back at him. “I’m reminded repeatedly that my behavior is terribly unladylike. Honestly though, who should care?”
“You sound like you’re looking to get into trouble.” He says, sitting up a little and giving you more of his attention.
“Are you offering to help, Eustass Kid?”
His grin turns toothy, you’d almost call it a smile except it was just so wolfish. “Planning on setting a date, or are you going to walk into the trap right now, mouse?” He asks, opening his arms and motioning you over.
You glance around the elevator again, checking to be sure there weren’t any cameras in the car with the two of you, and then stand up. He adjusts a little more, legs closed, slouched just a little, hands out on either side of his waist, at the perfect height to help you steady yourself as you step over him, foot on either side of his hips.
You pull your skirt up a little as you sit in his lap, a small approving hum from him as the tops of your thigh-high stockings come into view for a moment. Settling into position in his lap you shift and let out and involuntary gasp. The bulge in his pants is already pushing the zipper of his jeans into you.
“You really want this, huh?” He muses, shifting his hips into you and nearly pulling another sound out of you. Your face is hot and red, and you’re not having second thoughts or anything, but you’re surprised at your own arousal.
“Seems so,” you admit. “I’d blame you, but I’m worried your ego would fill to bursting.” You rock your hips against him and feel his straining under the denim. “Though it seems to be mutual.”
“Whatcha looking to get out of this?” He asks, hands gripping your ass and squeezing it.
“An orgasm comparable to that cocky look on your face.” You muse, causing his grin to twist perfectly.
“Ha! Alright,” he grabs your hair and pulls you close, but not quite enough to kiss. “I meant past those doors opening, but I can work with that.”
“Ask me something like that after those doors open,” you answer, biting your lower lip and pulling against his grip on your hair. You shift against the erection straining in his pants and rut your clit against the coarse fabric more than you meant to.
The sweet mewling gasp that escapes you is devoured by Eustass as he pulls you into a deep kiss. There’s no tenderness in the passionate kiss, no ode of love or promise of tomorrow, but it’s as greedy and needy as you are and you sink into it.
Your fingers fumble with his belt as heat builds between you, a pleased hum is all the consent you need as you begin to undo his jeans.
“Normally I’d say something about dinner and a movie first,” Kid teases, lifting his hips and helping to put the waistband of the jeans down a little. “I ain’t got any condoms on me though.”
“Honor system then,” you practically pant the words. “You clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too, and I’ve had IUDs since I was sixteen, so no worries.” Your fingers run along the length of his cock, still under the fabric of his boxer, and you’re already impressed. Licking your lips involuntarily you reach in through the front opening of the boxers and wrap your fingers around the hard, thick flesh and pull if free.
Eustass’ hips buck and he hissed against the sensation of it, but he doesn’t move to stop you. Your eyes go wide at the sight of the beast at this man’s disposal, and you wonder if it’s going to fit. It’s thick and long and a little intimidating, just like the punk it’s attached to.
“Jesus.” You mutter.
“Having second thoughts?” He seems pleased instead of concerned.
“Minor logistical concerns.” You say, but your voice isn’t nearly as confident as your words. You pull your skirt up and hear him swear under his breath. “Ha, thing for thigh highs, Mr. Eustass?”
“Fuck yeah,” he answers, hands sliding up your thighs, snapping the garter straps playfully. “Goddamn. What were you interviewing for with this on?” He asks, his fingers hooking around the front of the thong and tugging it up a little.
You gasp and arch your back a bit at the sensation, chuckling in a mix of pleasure and nerves. “Just rebelling where I can.” You admit as he tugs the thong aside and you push your soaking slit against his rock hard erection.
You’re so wet you slide against him easily. You both take a moment to enjoy the pleasure from the contact and you can feel him twitching against you.
“Hells you are soaked.” He licks his lips and leans you back a little, lining himself up with your entrance. “You can go at your own pace, but I want to see this.”
Your whole body twitches and your face heats up. Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed, and those golden brown eyes seem to look into your soul. You steady yourself with your hands on his thighs, slowly lowering your hips onto him. If you weren’t practically dripping with desire you don’t think you could take him without a lot more prep, but you slowly work him in and out, stretching yourself against his thick cock and reveling in how full you feel.
You don’t hold back the airy moans and needy whimpers that escape you as you work him in deeper and deeper. The elevator phone rings, and the only look you give him is one filled with lust. You shift your hips and moan as he reaches for the phone.
His right hand goes over your mouth as he picks up the phone with his left. “Yeah?” He prompts, voice steady. His eyes are still on you, and a slight shift of his hips is all the motivation you need to continue taking him in.
He smirks as your tongue slips along his middle finger. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for the update.” He replies to the voice on the other end of the phone. His middle finger is slipping against the tip of your tongue as he hangs up the phone.
You lean forward, pushing his finger into your open mouth as you take the rest of his cock into your pussy. You kiss the base of his finger lightly, before leaning back, running your tongue along his finger playfully. You put your hands on his shoulders, struggling a little to get the leverage you need to move. He’s so broad your knees don’t reach the elevator floor, so instead you hook your feet over his legs and begin to ride him.
“Got about twenty minutes.” He says, hands on your hips, helping you move once you set your pace.
“Ah, damn,” you gasp, grinning at him salaciously. “A quickie then, eh?”
He nearly barks a laugh, before giving you an amused grin. “If twenty minutes is quick in your book, I’m curious what a proper amount of time is?”
“Mm,” you grind into him a little. “An hour at least.” You muse, riding him as you talk. “Foreplay, teasing, as many toe-curling, throat-shattering orgasms you can rip from one another, aftercare. A good proper fuck in the morning should wreck your whole day.”
You can hear him growl in approval, hands tightening against your hips, dick twitching inside of you. His hips move to meet yours as you come down, pushing him into you deeper and faster. You moan for him to do as he pleases and the restraints he’d put on himself snap.
You went from being on top of him, to being under him, to being up against the elevator wall in just a few minutes. Every time you got close he’d shift to a different position. The grin on his face let you know he knew exactly what he was doing, the bratty bastard.
Pushed up against the elevator wall, legs hooked over his arms as he brings you close again. Something in his demeanor promises release at the end of this, and you’re holding onto him in need and desperation. Moans and grunts mixing with the shiver and creak of the elevator car.
The elevator phone begins to ring.
“Ah-aan-answer that – hnggh! – and I w-will kill you!” You gasp as you can feel yourself nearly there.
“Cum for me little mouse,” he growls, tongue teasing your neck.
Pleasure rushes into you, tensing your body and causing your fingers to dig into him through his shirt. He speeds up a little and the pleasurable mewling sounds coming from you turn into gasping pleas as you clench against him sending you both over the edge.
There’s a quiet moment, a couple rings from the phone the only thing marking the passage of time, shared between you both before he pulls out and sets you onto shaky legs. He’s reaching for the phone before he’s even tucked himself back into pants, practically snarling.
“What?”
There’s a moment of silence before you can hear the voice on the other side start talking. You’re adjusting your clothes, and trying to tidy yourself up a little when you feel something leaking down your thighs. Your hands go between your legs as your face turns red.
“Yeah yeah, thanks. Look just get us out of here, it’s getting hot in this box.” He grumbles into the phone before hanging it up. Zipping up his jeans he pulls a rag from his back pocket. “It’s clean.”
You take it and clean up the leak. “Thanks.” Your attention is turned away as you clean yourself up. “Want me to dry clean it before I return it?”
Eustass laughs. “Nah, keep it.”
“A memento then?” You muse with a chuckle. “Oh, hey, I never did ask - what’re you here for today?”
“Finalizing the paperwork on the shop.” He says. “Starting my own business.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh? Congratulations.” You offer a smile. “I’m sure it’ll succeed.”
“Mm, thanks.” He replies absently.
There’s a moment of silence between you and you hear people outside the doors working on getting you out. You and Eustass take turns tidying one another up, since there’s no mirror to use, and make yourselves as presentable as possible.
As the doors open, Eustass turns to you with a grin. “So, I hear you’re looking for a job?”
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Johnny Slaughter - Streetlights
This is a bit different than what I usually write, but I hope you enjoy it. Another long one, I can't help myself. Title is a WIP, let me know if you have any ideas.
As always any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome!
Warnings: Dub-con, sex work, Johnny is obsessive/stalkerish, misogynistic language, Johnny shames reader, virgin Johnny, kidnapping, unsafe sex, throat grabbing
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Her heels clicked as she made her way down the cracked street. Dim streetlights attempted to light the way, although they didn't do much. The air was unusually chilly, especially for a Texas night. She stopped underneath one of the streetlights. She started at her shadow as she pulled out a cigarette. Tonight was a long night. Endless customers. Her head hurt, all she wanted was to go home and sleep it off. Only two more blocks until she was home.
A loud engine broke the steady silence. A white truck made its way down the empty street, slowing down as it spotted her. Pulling up beside her, the window rolled down.
Her heart felt heavy, she was tired and sick of working tonight. She hoped he would just move on. He didn't.
"Hey darlin'" his voice was smooth. She squinted to get a better look at him. He was young, maybe a little younger than her. His hair was longer, framing his sharp features. His grin wide.
She leaned onto his rolled-down window and gave him a weak smile. "Hey doll, you lookin' for some company?" her rehearsed line, she can't even remember how many times she's said that line tonight. Her cigarette burned, neglected in her hand as she spoke to the man.
He chuckled a bit and nodded. "Get in" he said simply leaning back in the seat. Her eyes shifted down to his crotch, his erection very visible. She stood up fully, taking one long drag of her now-wasted cigarette, before stomping it out on the ground. She made her way to the passenger side door and got in. Not looking back once.
He stared at her the whole time. His eyes almost bulged as he licked his lips. He stared at her thighs as she sat next to him. She broke him out of his trance, "So hun, where did you wanna go?" He quickly looked up into her eyes. "Uh...right." He swallowed hard as he shifted into gear. "I know a place"
As they drove slightly out of town she stared out the window, making a mental note of every turn, just incase. The ride was relatively silent, she could hear his deep breaths beside her. She noted how nervous he seemed, his hands fidgeting slightly on the steering wheel.
After about a 10-minute drive he pulled up to some barn on the slight outskirts of town. Her heart started to race. "Is this your family's property?" she asked looking over at him. He gave a sheepish grin, "Yeah, figured it was more...uh private" with that, he got out of the car, rushing over to open the door for her.
She hopped out and looked around. It wasn't too out of town. She's been to much weirder places with a customer. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile, urging him to lead the way.
He made his way to the barn, opening the barn doors, revealing a realtively tidy area. The dirt flooring was covered with hay. There were some lights that hung from the ceiling, she was shocked it even had electricity. He led her near the back, a lantern and blanket were laid out, along with some sleazy porn magazines. "You come here a lot I take it?" she asked scanning the area. "Yeah sometimes..." his words trailed off.
She turned to him and smiled, pulling him toward her by his belt. She was eager to get this over with so she could go home, she wasn't completely dreading it. He was definitely an upgrade from some of her regulars of tonight.
He fidgeted a bit as she did this, his hands awkwardly gripping at her sides. She looked up at him and led him down on the blanket. She laid on her back as he hovered over her. His breathing picked up at his stared at her, his eyes wide.
She frowned a bit and helped him with his pants, revealing his cock. She shimmed out of her skirt and spread her legs a bit, looking up at him. She was waiting for him to just take the initiative but he didn't. He was just awkwardly staring at her, his cock in his hand.
She let out a small hum. "How about we do this?" she flipped around and laid him on his back, so she was on top. She gave him a small smile, noticing his nervous eyes. "Are you okay hun?" she asked rubbing his shoulders.
He shrugged slightly "Yeah" he looked up at her. "I...I haven't done anything like this..." he said his voice slightly quiet. His eyes shifting every which way to avoid her gaze.
It suddenly all made sense to her now. Sure, she's had her fair share of inexperienced clients but never a virgin. She felt a small thud in her heart. "Honey we don't have to do this if you're not comfortable I-" his voice interrupted her "No! I want to" he sat up and grabbed at her hips pulling her close to him. "C'mon..." he was eager, almost like he wanted to just get the whole virginity thing over with.
Her eyes widened at his sudden movement but she just nodded. She took ahold of his cock, giving it a couple of pumps. She reached over and grabbed a condom from her jacket pocket, sliding it down on him. His eyes shifted as she did this, letting out a low groan at the contact. His legs shook.
She looked up at him, giving him a reassuring smile as she slowly sank down on his cock. He groaned out loudly and held onto her waist tightly, his eyes squeezing shut. Her mind went blank as she went through the motions. She kept steady by gripping his shoulders as she bounced up and down on him. He was panting and letting out small groans as she worked him.
It didn't take long before he had a death grip on her waist, thrusting up into her. His thrusts became jagged as he let out a final moan, finishing inside the condom. He didn't last long and she was slightly thankful for that. She got off of him and smiled at him. He was still trying to catch his breath as he stared at her, sweat beading on his forehead.
After a bit, he started to get dressed again, and she did as well. They made their way back to his car as he drove her back to where he picked her up. They didn't talk much during the ride. Once he parked he opened his wallet and handed her a 50 dollar bill. She gave him one last smile before going back to her rehearsed lines "I hope I see you again soon, honey" she got out of his truck and walked down the sidewalk. He stalled a bit, watching her before taking off.
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Weeks passed and Johnny became a regular for her. She didn't mind it much, he was usually a pretty quick and easy client to deal with. However, she noted how with each visit he became more and more sure of himself, but that was expected. After all, he was gaining more experience with her. It makes sense he would become more natural with it. He was honestly a refreshing addition to her usual client list and he wasn't hard on the eyes. He was quick and didn't stick around to talk much. But tonight was different.
She gave him her number after a few visits. It made it easier to meet up with regulars. She was at her house, painting her nails when she heard the phone ring. She got up and walked up to her analog phone, sitting on her kitchen counter. She picked it up, "Hello?"
"When can I see you" Johnny's voice was quick and eager. "Well hello to you too" she laughed a bit, leaning on her counter. "I'm free tom-" his voice cut her off "No I need to see you tonight"
Her eyes widened at this, he never sounded so eager before. Sure he was a regular and saw her at least twice a week but he was always relatively cool and collected. "I...I don't know Johnny it's late and I-"
"I can give you extra" he said, cutting her off once again. She let out a sigh and rubbed her temple in annoyance. A little extra would be nice, it would mean she wouldn't have to work this weekend. "Oh alright...I'll meet you at our spot okay?" she said biting down on her lip. "Okay I'll see ya there" he hung up.
She let out another sigh and laid her head back. This shouldn't take long, it never did with him. So she walked into her bedroom and began getting ready.
A chilly breeze hit her as she stepped outside her apartment. She shivered a bit and pulled her jacket snugly, trying to savor the warmth of the furry interior. Just when she was about to begin walking the two blocks to their meeting spot, she heard the familiar roar of his truck. She didn't have much time to react before he pulled up beside her, rolling the window down.
She quickly walked up to his truck, her eyes wide. "Johnny...how do you know where I live?" she asked her voice laced with confusion and concern. "Don't get upset darlin', I saw you walkin' in one day...I just figured I could save you the walk time" he gave her a toothy grin.
She stared at him for a bit, analyzing his words. Was he lying? No, why would he? It makes sense he would've seen her enter her home at least once, it was a fairly small town. With some hesitation laced in her voice she responded, "Okay" she walked over to the passenger side door and got in, looking over at him.
She noticed this difference in him. It was hard to describe but she could just feel something was...different. He was giving her the same stare and smirk that he always gave her but this time it was, almost colder. Like something sucked the warmth right out of him.
He started the car and made his way to their usual spot in the barn. She stared out the window and tried to place the difference in him. His posture? His voice? His tone? Her thoughts were racing 100 miles per hour when the passenger door opened, revealing Johnny waiting for her. She must have been so lost in thought she didn't even notice the truck stopping.
She tried to clear her thoughts as she took his hand and followed him to their usual spot. She watched his walk, he was sauntering. It was bizarre. It was almost like he gained the confidence of a playboy in a matter of a week. She has seen him at his most nervous, hell she took his virginity, but she never saw him this sure of himself.
He stopped at the blanket and turned to her smirking. "I thought we could maybe try somethin' different" he said, his hands finding their way to her hips, swaying her a bit. "Oh yeah? Like what?" she asked looking up at him. "Ya know, like I take charge this time"
She paused for a second. Every time they've had sex so far, she was always on top. It was almost a routine for them since their first night together. It was a nice change of pace for her.
"If you're sure that's what you want, Johnny" she said simply, nervously fidgeting with her hands. He snickered a bit and laid her back onto the blanket. He stared at her for a second too long before pulling down her top, exposing her breasts. He palmed them, pinching and tugging at him.
She lay there, confused. He had touched her there before, of course, but this time it was almost like he was analyzing her. Exploring her in a way that surpassed just quick squeezes like in the past. Her eyes drifted up to meet his, only he was hyper-focused on exploring her body, every inch of it.
"Johnny...honey...can we get to it?" she said softly, trying to catch his eye. His eyes darted up to hers, narrowing ever so slightly. "I'm paying you, right? I can get started whenever I want" he snapped, his tone harsher than usual. "I mean, right" she said, staring at him in disbelief. He's never so much raised his voice at her before, now he's talking down to her. She didn't like this.
After a while of him poking, squeezing, and tugging at her. He decided to undress them both. He was gripping his cock in one hand lining himself up with her entrance. As he pushed into her he spoke up. "Have you ever watched somebody die?"
Her eyes widened at this. She was a bit overwhelmed with feelings, he just entered her and he was asking her that? Was that supposed to be a joke? She let out a nervous laugh as she stared up at him, "What?"
His right hand gripped her waist as he started thrusting steadily into her. "Have you?" he asked, a small groan quickly escaping his lips as his hips moved against hers. Was this his attempt at pillow talk? "No" she answered simply, her hand gripping the blanket beneath her, still adjusting to his thrusts.
His hand squeezed her waist and rubbed up and down her sides, his eyes locked onto hers. "I heard you're never quite the same after, do you think that's true?" his words were slow, paired with a toothy smile. His thrusts never once faltered.
"Johnny cut it out..." she mumbled, breaking eye contact, opting to stare at the ceiling behind him. She was very uncomfortable at this point, his increasingly heavy thrusts didn't help as she tried to focus on something else, desperate for him to just finish.
He didn't say anything after that, just releasing small groans and grunts as he came to the edge. Ultimately collapsing on her with heavy pants.
He lay there for a second and looked over at her wide eyes. He pulled out of her and cleaned himself up. "I was just messin' around" he said with an annoyed tone, like she was dumb for not realizing it sooner. She shakily stood up and nodded "I figured as much but honey you can't be jokin' around like that with people. Someone might take you serious..." her words trailed off as she gathered her belongings.
He let out a huff as he reached for her hand. "But you understand right? I can be myself with you?" He gave her a sheepish grin. She squeezed his hand once before pulling hers back "Of course you can" she said softly before turning to the door. "I really need to get back, it's late" He stared at her for a second before nodding. "Sure"
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She standing outside a local grocery store. Reading the newspaper. "ANOTHER WOMAN MISSING; POLICE BAFFLED" her eyebrows furrowed as a chill went down her spine. These kinds of stories worried her, she didn't have the safest job and the police didn't care to help people like her. She made a mental note to cut back on how many times she went out to work.
She was reading intently when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped loudly and quickly turned around, only to be met with Johnny. She let out a sigh and placed her hand over her heart "Johnny you scared me half to death" she said taking a deep breath.
He chuckled "Sorry bout that...." he bit down on his lip as he stared at her. Since that night she was cautious around Johnny, she couldn't help but notice his increasingly frequent run-ins with her. He was always near, she always chopped it up to it being a small town, but she wasn’t so sure now: She let out an awkward laugh, placing the newspaper back on the stand. His eyes followed her hand and he let out a chuckle, reading the headline. "Gettin' mighty scary out here recently..." he leaned against the side of the building, watching her reaction.
She let out a strained smile and nodded "Sure is" her eyes shifted as she stood there, trying to think of a way to get out of this conversation.
Before she could think of an excuse he spoke up, "Ya know I've been meanin' to ask you something for a while now" he placed a hand on her waist. "Why don't you let me take you out, like on a real date"
Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him, this wasn't good. She tried to maintain a healthy separation with her clients and letting them take her out without pay was a big boundary cross. "Honey...I'm not sure that's a good idea..." her words were soft, she was trying to avoid upsetting him.
He didn't let her denial break his stride, "We've been seeing each other for a while now-" she interrupted him "You've been seeing me, Johnny..."
He went silent, his mouth forming a straight line as he stared at her. "Now you know that ain't true, you said it yourself, I can be myself around you. Give me a chance" he said reaching for her hand.
She winced a bit and frowned. "I don't know Johnny...this doesn't seem healthy..." He let out a groan and rolled his eyes. "That don't matter to me, c'mon, one date" he squeezed her hand.
She stared at him and gave a slight nod. "Okay...one date" He chuckled and leaned down, kissing her. She gave him a half-kiss back before pulling away. His hands rested on her waist, he swayed her every so slightly back and fourth. "You free now?" he asked grinning at her.
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One date turned into many. Each date ended with him deep inside her. She didn't know why she continued to agree to the dates. He was so hard to reject. She didn't know if she felt bad or was just scared. This night was wrapping up the same way they always did, them sitting on her couch watching some channel on her TV. She sat rigidly in his lap, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist, her legs laid across his.
After a while, he spoke up. "Are you still workin'?" he asked. The question made her turn to him, her eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah" she said simply, staring into his eyes, though he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were still fixed on the TV. "I don't want you doin' that...stuff...anymore" his voice was laced with disgust. "It's not right now that we are together" he finally turned to look at her.
"You say, stuff, as if that's not how we met" she snapped back, her eyes narrowing. "I need to make a livin' Johnny, I have bills to pay" she moved off of his lap, offended at what he just said to her.
"Then get a real job, not whoring yourself out to every man. You're mine" he growled out, pulling her back in his lap. She scoffed and pushed off of him. "Johnny cut that out! How can you say that, you came to me for months. Did you forget that?" she stood up and glared at him.
"That-that was different" he said, standing up to match her stance. "Oh yeah how? Johnny, you were a nervous virgin when you first came to me, now that you've had a drop of experience you think you can just own me?" she crossed her arms, she knew that she shouldn't have brought that up but she didn't care she was angry. His eyes widened in fury as he rushed up to her, grabbing her neck, and pushing her against the wall with a thud. "You think you're the only whore I've fucked hm?" he slammed her against the wall again "You just got me started darlin', you know those girls goin' missin'? Who do you think did that?"
She gasped in pain at this sudden force, wincing out with each slam to the wall. "Y-you're crazy!" she managed to shimmy from his grip and shuffled back away from him, her eyes wide in terror.
He turned to her and slowly walked after her. "C'mon don't make this difficult baby" he tried to grab her. She hit his hands away "Johnny please just leave...I-I won't tell anyone" he laughed at this "You think the cops would believe you?" he reached out and grabbed her arm shoving her down on the ground. He kneeled down and got on top of her pinning her down. Despite her kicking and struggling he was able to overpower her.
"Now you listen to me, slut" he hissed out, grabbing her face "I ain't gonna kill ya as long as you do what I say. I own you now. I don't care how much you beg or scream, it's no use. No cop is gonna believe a whore" he snarled at her shaking her face.
She let out a loud whimper as tears streamed down her face. "Why..." she tried to look away from him but he kept moving her face so she was staring directly at him. "I got better for you baby, I couldn't be a nervous little boy anymore, I had to show you how a man acts. I had to practice, those girls were just practice but I think I'm finally prepared for you, baby, this was all for you"
He stroked her hair and stared at her. "You're gonna come back with me, alright?" he said kissing down her neck. She whined and tried to shake him off. "C'mon don't be like that...you'll fit in just fine" he nuzzled at her neck and grinned at her.
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The long days were the hardest part when she got to Johnny's place. He lived on this farm with his family but had his own small camper on the outskirts. He explained to her that he bought it so they would have more privacy...how thoughtful of him.
She sat at the booth table inside of the camper, staring out the window at the fields of sunflowers. Johnny was out, she didn't bother to ask where he was going. She could sometimes hear the blood-curdling screams from the house, she put the pieces together. She hadn't met any of his family, he didn't want them to know about her. She felt so trapped, her entire world was Johnny. He was usually always around her, she would only get a few hours a day to herself. She didn't have anything to do, she would normally just stare out the window to pass the time, thinking about what she could've done differently. She can’t even remember how long she’s been there. A couple days? Weeks? Months? Time passed at a painful pace here, she didn’t even know what day it was.
The sun was setting over the horizon. Streaks of red, orange and pink lined the sky, like paintbrush strokes. He has been gone most of the day, she found herself getting worried. He wouldn't just leave her here to rot right? He always had the door locked but maybe she could break a window-
The sound of keys jingling interrupted her thoughts. She turned to the door and watched Johnny enter, clearly agitated. He slammed the door shut and angrily kicked his boots off. She just stared at him, her eyes wide. He turned to her and gave her a look "What?" he snapped.
She quickly shook her head and looked back out the window. She heard his rustling around before he squeezed in beside her, putting a heavy arm around her shoulders. He leaned her into his chest and sighed, petting her hair. She felt like a dog.
She stared straight ahead as he stroked her hair. He smelled like grass, sweat and cigarettes. She decided to break the silence "Are you feeling okay?" she asked softly, being sure to place her hand on his chest, stroking absentmindly. He sure had her trained like a dog at this point. He grunted and shrugged "Those kids are a pain in my ass" he mumbled, assumingly referring to their victims. She just nodded in response. "But not you darlin', you've been a good girl" he kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tighter.
His hands wandered like they always did. Squeezing at her thigh as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. Whenever he got home he was always all over her, it was worse the days he came home upset, like he wanted to take his frustrations out on her. His hand slipped under her loose pajama shorts and palmed at her clit through her underwear. Letting out a small whine, she gripped his forearm.
He chuckled and glanced outside, the sun was nearly set at this point. The loud chirp of the crickets could be faintly heard. He suddenly stood up and pulled her up alongside him. "I bet you're feelin' all cooped up huh?" he snickered, taking a firm grip on her hand. "Why don't we go outside and watch the sunset?" he didn't give her time to reply as he led her outside, grabbing a blanket before they exited.
The warm air hit her in the face. She took a deep breath in as she closed her eyes. She always cherished the moments she could have outside. Though when she was outside, Johnny was not too far behind. She didn't have much time to enjoy the air before Johnny pulled her closer to the sunflower field, laying out the blanket. She knew what this meant, his chivalry was a facade.
He sat down on the blanket, his legs spread out. He patted his lap. She obediently sat down between his legs, leaning her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I missed ya today..." he said staring straight ahead at the sunset. His hands wandered down to the front of her pants, he used one hand to yank them down, exposing her fully. He rubbed at her clit. She let out a small whine and squeezed her eyes shut. He didn't waste much time until he slipped two fingers into her. Pumping them at a steady pace. "This is your reward, baby" he whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.
The "reward" was short-lived as he pulled his fingers out from her, instead opting to lay her on her back. He kissed up her chest and met her lips, kissing her deeply. After a while, his hands reached down to his belt, unbuckling it while staring at her intently. She opted instead to look directly up at the sky.
He sucked on her neck as he stroked his cock along her wet slit. "Why don't you beg for my cock, darlin'" he hummed out, grabbing her chin to force her to look at him. She whined a bit "Please Johnny...I've been a good girl..." her face heated up in embarrassment, after all he did to her, here she was begging for him.
He chuckled "You have been a good girl" he gripped her waist as he pushed into her. Her eyes widened as her back arched a bit off the ground. She always found it hard to adjust to his size, despite how many times they've had sex so far. He started thrusting at a steady space, dipping his head down to bite at her breast, giving her small hickeys all over, his way of marking her.
She moaned out at each thrust, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her eyes squeezing shut. He kissed up her neck, his eye flicking up to stare at her. “You’re driving me crazy, baby” he chuckled and moved his hand to grip her neck gently, his thumb stroking away the stray tears running down her face.
She moved her hands to hold onto his forearm. Her eyes brows furrowed as she felt the familiar warm sensation spread across her body. He groaned out “Fuck!” He thrusted harder into her, desperately chasing his high. “My good girl” his thrusts became jagged as he came deep inside of her, letting out a low moan.
She wasn’t too far behind, gripping his arm tightly as she came undone beneath him. She leaned her head back, panting as she stared at the now star-filled sky. He chuckled and kissed her forehead, pulling on both of their clothes. “C’mon baby, I’m hungry” he pulled her up and held her hand as they made their way back to the camper. She looked behind her once, she saw the faint glow of the family house in the distance.
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taylorsv3rsion13 · 9 months
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we never go out of style || c.f.
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
tw: skinny dipping- being naked in an unsafe situation
words: 2.8k
synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.
Ever since that stupid kiss everything has been complicated.
I wore the puffy dress for Susannah. The gorgeous but heavy puffy white dress.
It wasn't super hot out, but it felt like it was with this thing weighing me down. I did try my hardest to sit still for Susannah though.
"Everything okay?" Susannah asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, just warm right now." I smiled.
"Just a little longer." Susannah said before looking back at the portrait and then sighing to look at me, "Don't you just love that dress."
I sighed, "Yep, I love it."
I didn't hate it, no, I just didn't love it either.
"You excited for the volleyball tournament?"
"Yeah, I can't wait! I had a lot of time during the school year with volleyball, so I think I'll do pretty good. My only worry is Belly and Steven."
"And which charity are you representing?" Susannah asked, smiling.
"Oh um, the same one you support." I said nodding, "The homeless women's shelter."
She chuckled softly, "That's sweet of you, Y/N/N. Thank you."
I nodded before messing with my dress again.
"Now sit still, I just need to add some more of those frills." Susannah said.
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I began making my water, adding in electrolytes and everything.
My shirt had a "Team Y/N" name on the back and it had purple 3/4 length sleeves. I roughly put my hair in a ponytail.
"Hey, Y/N" Conrad said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Oh hey." I said, giving him a quick smile.
"What's that?" He asked.
I looked up to him. "Drugs." I said jokingly.
"Mm delicious." He responded, laughing a little. "Feeling good about the tournament?"
"Yeah, I'm ready." I said, nodding.
"You know, if you stay ready, you won't have to get ready later."
I laughed softly because of how dumb that had sounded from him. "That was, an interesting statement."
"Yeah." He said, laughing a little as well.
I continued with my water in front of me.
"Y/N" Conrad said, yet his voice dropped to seriousness.
"Mhm?" I hummed.
"I'm sorry."
"For what? Being cheesy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I looked up at him.
He sighed, "For being a jerk the other day, and pretending like I didn't remember, when I remember everything. I've been just replaying it over and over again in my head for the last couple of days."
I shook my head, "Conrad, I just don't know what you want me to say"
"I know, Y/N. It's to late, I get it. Um..."
I looked down awkwardly, not really understanding where Conrad was trying to go with this.
"Can I take you to the ball?"
I looked up at him strangely, "What?"
"I mean, I already know all the dances. It's no problem."
The doorbell rang, "Uh, I'll-I'll think about it."
As I opened the door, Taylor stood there.
"Taylor?!" I asked in surprise.
"Y/N?!"
We both hugged each other as Belly came down.
"You guys have some catching up to do." I said as I smiled.
"Y/N, don't think I didn't hear everything!" Belly called out as I walked up the stairs.
"Wait up!" Taylor called as her and Belly followed after me into my room.
Taylor put on her shirt as she asked my multiple questions and Belly answered them how she saw it.
"He was begging." Belly said.
"He was not begging" I said.
"He should be begging." Taylor said. "And this makes things so much more exciting because you get to tell him no."
I didn't answer as I looked through my phone.
Belly turned to me. "You're going to tell him no?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't have a date for the ball-"
"Okay ask Jere. It's not like you guys didn't kiss yesterday.
"You guys kissed?!" Taylor asked.
"No! It's not like that."
"Yes, it's totally like that!" Belly laughed.
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Taylor was on my team, and Cameron was on Belly's team. I was pretty happy. But Cameron and Belly were a good duo, it made me more nervous.
The games started and Taylor and I went through the process.
Also with a random hand shake we had somehow made up on the spot.
"Play sharp, play smart." We both stated as we stood in our spots.
The whistle blew and the ball was thrown. The first round we had won, luck?
The second round against this team began again as I dived to get the ball with one hand.
"Nice!" I shouted as Taylor hit it over the net neatly.
Taylor fell hard on the ground as she attempted to get the ball. I ran quickly over to her.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked.
"No, it's just... ugh, my ankle."
"Here, let me help you." I said as I grabbed her arms.
"You okay, Taylor?" Jeremiah called out from the stands.
"Yeah, I just like twisted it."
Taylor turned over to Jeremiah, "Can you sub, please?" She asked, taking off her shirt and throwing it over to him.
And here, the games began again, as I stood playing next to Jeremiah.
I practiced the handshake with him and he immediately got it.
I wouldn't say he was the best at volleyball, but he wasn't the worst. Yet he was better the first couple of rounds that he did play. The more we played, the worst his game got.
I ran into his arms as he gave a good throw. "Yeah!" I shouted.
Because of that, we were able to make it to the second game.
The second game was harder. The girls took it much more seriously than the guys we played against before.
Jeremiah had missed the ball as it went under his arms.
One round, the ball didn't even go over the net and he was flung into it.
I grew a little more frustrated as each round happened. I had to win.
"Okay, don't look at me, watch the ball." I stated.
"You got it." He said as he looked at me and the ball passed right by his face.
"Jere focus!" I yelled.
The score was now 10 to 2. And I wish I could say that we were 10.
I sighed as I looked at the score board. Now 17 to 7. "Ref can we get a time out." I said as the whistle blew.
I looked over, seeing Conrad staring straight at me from the side lines.
"I'm so sorry, Jeremiah, but I have to win this, okay?"
"Yeah, I get it." he said.
"Conrad, can you sub in." I asked.
Jeremiah took off the shirt, tossing it over to Conrad.
"Where do you want me?" Conrad asked.
"The start up." I said.
"All right, let's do this." He patted a hand on my back.
I definitely made the right move. Conrad knew how important this was for me and he definitely helped. I should've picked him as my volleyball partner all along, I justt forgot how could he was.
I smiled and laughed with Conrad as the ball was just inches away from being out when he threw it over. He ran to me and hugged me, lifting me off the ground a little.
The semi finals were hard. We were going up against Cam and Belly. I did a quick handshake with Conrad before getting in the zone. It was a close match. Closer than all the rest that happened today, but Conrad and I still beat them.
It was now left to us versus Shayla and Steven.
The game went back and forth as our scores were always almost tied.
"That was it. You got it." Conrad said as we stood in the middle of the court, doing our small handshake.
I hit the ball and watched as Shayla and Steven were too far, not being able to run after it. It fell to the ground on their side.
"Oh!" Conrad exclaimed as we both started jumping up and down in excitement.
He hugged me and now fully lifted me off the floor as we celebrated our win.
Susannah had made it to the mic quicker than I anticipated as she shouted, "And the winners are Y/N L/N and Conrad Fisher!"
"Nice game." I said to Shayla and Steven as they congratulated us.
Susannah came running at us with the large trophy, giving me a hug.
"You guys were amazing." She said, "Oh, you two make such a great team. Did you ask her yet?"
"Ask me what?" I asked.
"To be your escort." Susannah said, smiling. "I told him he had to ask you, since, you know, you haven't decided yet."
"Congratulations!" Laurel said as she hugged Conrad and I.
I avoided making eye contact with Conrad. He was forced into asking me to be my escort. He didn't want to.
"Nice ankle." I said laughing as I pushed Taylor lightly into Belly.
"Hey, Y/N." I heard Nicole say from behind me.
"Oh, hi Nicole." I said.
"Um, so my dad's boat just came up from Anguilla and I was wondering if you'd like to come and have some pizza and a rosé in a few hours? It's just something fun to end the day. And you all are welcome to come." Nicole said as she motioned to Belly and Taylor besides me.
"Will Kayla be there?" Taylor asked.
"You mean Shayla, and no, she has plans with Liam and everyone." Nicole said.
"Oh yeah, we'll be there." Taylor said, giving her a smile.
"See you later, Nicole!" I said as Belly dragged me with her and Taylor.
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We walked n the dock. Taylor wearing a blue cropped tank top with jean shorts and two fishtail braids, Belly wearing her hair curled, with a bright pink top and blue jean shorts, and I was wearing a black and white tube top with a pair of low waisted jean shorts.
The girls were talking about boy drama and school stuff as I walked besides them. On a large boat stood 4 girls and one in a red crew neck.
"Girls."
"What?" They both asked before their eyes lay on the large boat.
"Y/N!" Nicole yelled as she waved from on top of the boat.
"Fuck me." Taylor said as Belly said, "Oh my god."
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We did many things before the sunset, but once it got dark, we started saying truths and putting a finger down each time we had done something.
Belly had most of her fingers still up, and I had most of mine as well, not budging for most of them.
"Put a finger down if you've ever made out with Jeremiah Fisher." Taylor said, smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes as I put down one of my fingers.
The girls gasped as Gigi acted as if her heart was just shot.
"Wow, I'm sorry Gigi." I laughed.
"No it's fine, take my man." She said as she laughed as well.
"It wasn't anything. I didn't even mean for it to happen, nor did I really want it."
"I always thought there was something going on with you and Conrad, I guess I had the wrong brother though." Nicole said.
I hummed a 'mhm' to her, not really knowing what to say.
"Put a finger down if you've ever gone skinny-dipping at Hopper's Cove." Nicole said.
"Is that a dare?" Taylor asked.
"Oh absolutely." Nicole responded.
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Taylor, Belly, and I were the first to hop in as we all splashed each other with the cold water. Yeah, it was kind of awkward just being naked, but it also felt freeing.
"Hey! Watch out for Jellyfish, I don't want to have to pee on any of you guys." Gigi exclaimed as she ran down the dock.
"The other two girls are missing out." Taylor said as she laughed.
Nicole agreed, "Yeah I was expecting them to come as well.
"Nicole." Gigi called out.
"Yeah?" Nicole asked.
"Conrad's texting you."
"Okay, coming." Nicole said as she swam over.
"I actually like them." Taylor said from beside us, which made us laugh.
The lights of the cars shown brightly before us.
"I knew they were bitches." Taylor spat.
"What's happening." Belly asked.
"Fuck." I mumbled as I swam closer to the dock.
Taylor got to the dock before I could.
"They took everything." She said. "Except for Y/N's phone, which has a really incriminating text from Connie..."
"Wait what? What does it say?" I asked as I swam right beside Taylor.
"My mom did ask me to ask you to the ball, but that's not why I did it. I did it because I wanted to." Taylor read out.
"Oh my god." Belly and I both said in unison.
Belly and Taylor both began questioning what to do, trying to make the best out of the situation which only made me laugh.
"We can not walk home naked." Belly said.
"What about that?" I asked, pointing to a boat cover.
I could see Taylor tense up from beside me.
"No." She whined.
We began our walk home, draped in a boat covering. It was cold, and we smelled like a boat, which didn't make anything any better.
"I don't know what I'm going to do." I said. Taylor seemed to understand.
"Pick Jeremiah duh." She said from beside me.
"But, Susannah told me to give people second chances. We didn't know anything when we first dated. It's different now." I said.
"Y/N, I'll support you, I just don't want you to get hurt." Belly said from beside me.
"I still think about when Conrad and I were still dating. How safe he made me feel." I said.
"But Jeremiah is head over heels for you." Taylor said from beside me.
"Okay? What If I don't know if I like him." I stated, puffing out a sigh.
I don't know when, or how, but we had somehow gave up on walking home as we just prayed and sat on the curb.
Two bright car lights came and all of us sighed.
"God, they're going to lecture us." I mumbled.
"Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?" Jeremiah asked.
"What are you doing here." Taylor said, venom lacing her voice as she looked at Conrad.
"Nicole... she had told me um..." He motioned to the covering on us.
"I hope you told her to watch her back." Taylor said.
Conrad nodded as we took the plastic bag of our clothes.
We walked to the lights of the cars as we told them to hold the covering up as we began to redress ourselves.
"Are you going with Jeremiah or Conrad?" Belly asked me.
"I don't know. I guess, Conrad." Was all I could say.
"Crazy night." Conrad said as I hopped into the passenger seat of his car.
"Yeah, it didn't have to be though." I said, staring at him, "Quit playing these stupid games with me. I don't know if you want me or not, but I want a clear answer."
He didn't say anything has he drove.
"I'm sorry, but I've made my decision, and I'm asking Jeremiah to be my escort." I said.
Conrad's emotion didn't change much, but I could see the way his hand grew tenser on the wheel and how his other hand was stiff around the gear shift.
I didn't want the drama. And if I brought Conrad as my escort, there would be more drama than I needed.
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That night, I slept in Belly's room, having a sleepover with Taylor and her.
I scrolled endlessly on my phone, not being able to fall asleep.
And of course, Conrad just had to text me.
"U up?" was all he asked.
I sighed as I got up quietly from the bed, walking out of the room without waking any of the girls up.
I walked out onto the dock, seeing Conrad's figure.
"Hey." was all he said, his voice deep and raspy.
"What the hell do you want from me? You're so fucking confusing Conrad! I can't figure out what you want or what you don't want. I don't want to deal with your stupid goddamn texts either. Everything bad happens when you text me." I yelled at him.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I really am. I feel like I keep doing the wrong things when it's about you." He stumbled over a few of his words before digging into his pocket.
"This is yours. Uh, you don't have to keep it or anything. I just..."
I took out the moon necklace. Which wasn't even mine. It fit him. It was him. I was the sun, he was the moon. I was a hot headed girl and he knew how to calm me down.
"What?" I asked.
"I just..." He moved closer to me. "I just don't want to lose you."
Conrad's hand was touching my arm, and we were inches apart again.
"I've given you chances. I just don't know what to do anymore, Connie." I said.
He nodded.
I didn't have much to say anymore. I left him on the dock. I didn't want to deal with him.
I was the sun, and Conrad was the moon. We were two very different people.
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