Love At Last
Onyankopon x black!reader
Warnings: exes, use of n word, squirting, fingering (f receiving), eating out (f receiving)
Word Count: 6.2k
He was a little older than me. A junior, and I, a sophomore. In college, you only had two focuses: have fun and study, and truthfully it helped me. No matter what anyone told me I had control to do whatever I wanted in life and didn't want anyone's opinions on how I'd be living it.
Honestly, that's what made my other ex's love me and even some, hate me. But I mean it wasn't like he was always putting his expectations too high for me. Onyankopon just wanted to see me as my best self. When we broke up and I told him the reason as to why I couldn't do it anymore, it all really didn't make sense. I wanted to tell myself that I knew the reason as to why he was just so terrible but subconsciously I knew I didn't. And it was hard for me these past months. Really hard. I been seeing him on campus like a thousand times and he just keeps getting more beautiful and glowin like the sun.
He's the head of his team now and it never helps me that he didn't ever have any girls he just messed around with. Especially bonding and having a real relationship with his exes. Including me. And Its painful seeing him just living his life and me not hating him for any reason because he is really a great guy. So whenever I see him I make sure to shift my eyes to the complete opposite direction of where his head is at. Or even cover my face with a book or a water bottle to not have that awkward walk past. But I kind of wish he chased after me... and although I know its selfish I'm just as confused as when I left that boy. But I guess we all just have to move on.
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"The assignment is still due this Sunday at 11:59 on Blackboard. I don't want any emails, text messages, or conversations next class about an extension. Period."
I honestly think Professor Rodriguez is tweaking now. No excuses? What if someone is sick or something?
The whole class groans as we pack all of our stuff. I mean, it's just a paper so I'm not tripping or anything. I just got to make sure to do it before the Que party this weekend. There's never been a problem before so I don't think I have anything to worry about.
Me and my girls have been planning to go to one of the Que parties we keep infamously hearing about. It's always wild, lit, and memorable till you graduate. All of a sudden when you get that degree they don't exist no more because you don't want no one to know of the hoe tales.
I haven't been to one of their parties yet, but Im excited. I haven't been outside in a while especially since I ended things with Ony. A few kickbacks here and there were going on this past semester for me but that's about it. I like being inside just as much or even more than I like being out.
When I walk down the university building, I put in my headphones ready to blast some Sexyy Red. That woman music got something in it I swear.
"I'm looking for the hoooesssss" I mouth to myself while I nod my head. Shit, I forgot how hard that bass goes. As I bob my head I can't remotely hear the voice behind me trying to catch my attention.
It was Jaden, one of Ony’s teammates, and he's also in Professor Rodriquez class. He gave up calling my name and just let me go.
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When I finally left the building and head to my car I instantly switch my music over to the Bluetooth aux and look at my assignment before I pull off. You see... he assigned it to us last Friday and I for real have just been procrastinating till now. I would say my time management is usually really good but its not.
"Ok so I got to just write about 500 words. I could do this tonight no problem."
I put down my phone and start adjusting my rear view mirror only to find light grey clouds of the day turning darker grey. I really hope it don't storm when I'm on the road.
Driving out of the lot and onto the highway, I continue blasting my hoochie playlist. Shrugging at the random pain in my heart I'm feeling, I call one of my girls talking about how much I think this party gon cut all my feelings from Ony and revive the party girl in me.
Im pulling into my apartment complex excited . I haven't been this joyous to go to a party in a while. The mere thought of shaking ass is bringing me serotonin. Just a sweet release of stress. Plus, it's Friday and the party is Saturday night so I'm definitely geeking.
When I stumble up the steps right before the entrance to my residence giddy and jovial, looking for my key, I slightly looked up. The scream in my head is definitely showing me how much I'm not over this feeling in my heart.
I stopped my movement and fought the urge to back step all the way back into my car and hide. I'm not sure why hes here at this time. It's 5:30 which isn't late for real but just a bit confusing enough to make you question why the hell someone is at your door uninvited. Especially since its here. At my apartment. And it's him. With his aura and skin glistening like oil on a hot body.
He was in some black muscle shirt with matching jogger pants. Shyly smiling at me at first but then noticing my expression, he looked down at the state of his body and cringed before looking back in my eyes. Clearly embarrassed. "Sorry you seeing me like this, I just came from practice so I'm still a little sweaty"
I secretly moaned in my head. He looks so good I had to catch my breath and his voice is still captivating up to now. I still can't forget the way he used to t-
I'm getting sidetracked. Let me regain this composure.
"Is there something you need?" I quietly ask. This is no good. The whole point is out of sight out of mind. You know how you want to block somebody on everything and really go out of your way to not see them in person so you won't have to think about them or double back? Well I feel like I'm breaking that right now. It's not my fault sure but the shame still feels the same.
Ony pulls out an object from his pocket. A white, slightly long but thin figure. He looks at it for a moment before looking up at me again and holding it up.
"I came here to give this to you. Im pretty sure it's yours. At least that's what Jaden said."
I squint my eyes in confusion at what he was holding and hurriedly looked through my tote bag to find that I did not have my Apple Pencil for my iPad.
So that's why he's here.
Apple pencils are expensive so I'm not mad. I would've been more upset if I only figured out I dropped it when I got inside and tried to start my paper. But how did he even get it?
He reached his arm out as I began to walk up to him for my pencil. I thanked him for bringing it to me and awkward silence overtook the little rain droplets that noted the thunderstorm about to take place.
Our hands touched ever so slightly as I grabbed my missing pencil. I withdrew immediately and he did the same faintly after. After a few long seconds, he broke the silence.
"Jaden gave it to me at the locker rooms after practice. He said he tried to give it to you after class but couldn't catch up or something so I guess he just wanted me to carry out the deed especially with some paper he mentioned."
I grinned and slightly nodded in understanding, quickly glancing at his eyes before staring at the Apple Pencil. It's strange. He can't really look me in the eye. I mean, I can't either but he's 6'2" so my excuse is good. On top of that, the nonchalance in his tone doesn't sit right with me. It's either he's forcing it or a part of me wants to believe he is just to delude myself that he still cares. It's unfair of me, especially since I probably broke his heart, but it's the real.
"I'll thank Jaden when I see him next class. Thank you for bringing it to me." I quip and walk past him to my door, beginning to find my keys in my bag with the pencil still in hand.
Damn when did I get this shy?
Onys attempt at being nonchalant somewhat was breaking. He stared at the pencil smiling as he spoke and pointed.
"I'm surprised you still have Chowder on there".
I turned my head around, mid-hand in bag. He was referring to the little sticker I had on my ex-missing item. The one that would help me differentiate my pencil from everyone else's so no one would take it. The one he gave me as a funny gift for the love of our mutual favorite childhood show.
I'm surprised he still remembers these little details about me. About us.
"Well it's still my favorite show. I don't think that's ever going to change." I giggle looking back for my keys.
It's hard to do this. To face him. How do people talk to their exes? This isn't even my first but damn. Now my minds all over the place with him and us all over it. All those memories we share. Good and bad.
I stop fiddling in my bag and spoke under my breath with the same thought, caught up in the idea. "I'm surprised you still remember." I mumbled to myself.
I can feel his presence and his eyes on me, not exactly sure what his actions are. But his voice speaks up with a small sense of fervor in his tone. Something undeniably him. The tone I always craved since it left me.
"Y/n, you can't tell me you don't call to mind how Ive remembered every single thing I've been blessed to learn about you"
I still my hands from roaming once again after I found my keys. At this point, I don't know what's going on. But as I motion my mouth to find what to say a grand lightning bolt flashed down from the sky, hitting somewhere nearby. Thunder that sounded like an earthquake erupted, immediately pouring heavy rain down with it. With that, we instantaneously saw lampposts shut off. All electricity in the area immediately being gone in an instant.
"Ain't no way" I groaned. I can't believe this. I look around at all of the dark areas surrounding the complex except for the emergency lights powered from the generator. Putting my keys in the door, I heavily sigh opening up my residence.
Slowly walking in to the dim natural light from the blinds I turn around to Onyankopon, standing still at the doorstep, and tell him he can come in.
"Are you sure? My car is all good and everything I can still drive."
"In this storm?" I ask raising my eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, "You not gon get nowhere the way this storm going right now. It's fine. Plus, your place is probably out of electricity too."
He nods, "Well thanks, I really appreciate it" He awkwardly steps into the 3 bedroom apartment. My girls usually have class during this time last I checked so we're the only ones here.
I grab some candles to light across my home hoping for some sort of spark to brighten up the place.
Once I withdrew a breath and looked around, the rooms seemed to be lit up enough comfortably outside of the insanely romantic essence it gave off. I stood up from where I was crouched by the living room table where I made eye contact with him sitting up on the couch.
"Soooo could I get you anything?" I awkwardly stand there and he's just sitting... menacingly.
Ugh who am I kidding he looks so geeked out right now.
"It's honestly fine. Once the storm passes I'll be right out forreal you don't have to go through any trouble." He laughs.
With that in mind I obliged and went to my room setting up my laptop and iPad with my now found Apple Pencil. Since the electricity's gone that means I shouldn't have any distractions on focusing on my work.
"Right y/n, focus on the goal. It don't matter that your ex is in the other room. Get on your zoom!" Mumbling to myself as I type in my username to blackboard to view the rubric.
"What the-"
Shit. Of course blackboard and the wifi is down too if all the electricity is out.
As I groan and leave my room to get a glass of water, I'm getting Ony one too. Seeing him roaming on his phone and placing the glass in front of him on the table I sit on the sofa opposite of him.
He looks up from his phone, "You did not have to do this", he began to grin to himself as he lifted the cup and started to drink.
As I began to speak we both got a notification.
ALL UNIVERSITY STUDENTS: ELECTRICITY IS DOWN ON CAMPUS AND ON AND OFF CAMPUS HOUSING DUE TO A SEVERE WEATHER STORM. MORE UPDATES WILL COME SOON. CURRENTLY, AN ESTIMATION OF 3 HOURS WILL BE NEEDED TO REPAIR DAMAGES TO ELECTRICAL UNITS.
"Fuck" I groaned.
"You're not gonna be able to finish that paper huh?" He questioned.
"No and it's due Sunday. I was hoping to knock it out today before the weekend really starts. I don't need to procrastinate anymore than I already have."
"Oh trust me I remember." He laughed. "I can help yknow. There's nothing else we can do here."
"On what though? Blackboard is down."
"Not google docs or notes app though." He smiled, "As long as you know what you're supposed to write about you're set."
"But I like looking at the rubric when I write to make sure my grades solidified"
"I'm hearing a lot of excuses misses honors student. If you wanted to do it you would at this point. Plus, my specialty is writing papers so I can definitely help"
I remember oh so well. This reminds me of when I procrastinated on a paper last semester the weekend before it was due just like this one and we stayed up till 3 AM writing it. So many laughs and double shot espressos from that time. His specialty really is writing essays and all sorts of papers. That assignment was 5000 words and we started the Saturday and still got an A.
"Shit, why not. It's only 500 words anyway" I joke.
He smiled and we got to work. The first hour went by like nothing. It felt like old times. 200 words were typed but the only thing holding us back was that I actually need to have proper cited sources. Professor Rodriguez do not play around either so it's been a painstaking amount of time trying to find anything with no internet and a on and off personal hotspot.
As Ony and I sit next to each other working on the paper, he lifts up his glass and it accidentally slipped out of his hands onto the table.
"Ah damn I'm so sorry. Let me-"
"No it's cool." I put down my laptop and got up to get a paper towel. When I sat back down and handed the paper towel to him our hands touched again. That once jovial, funny and somewhat relaxed mood we had was now gone. We're exes. This isn't what exes do. We're not friends.
But shit we were . That was exactly what we were like before we started anything or knew there was something there. Even during our relationship we felt just like this at times too. Where the hell did we go? Why did I let us go?
The awkward touch we had became more intimate as I decided to gently grab his hand. The eye contact he made was confused but willing. It spoke "why haven't you done this all this time while I'm right here?" Or at least that's what I think.
Our hands interlocked letting go of the paper towel at this point. Eye contact on something serious as we ask questions to each other with them. As I began to lean down on the couch, Ony couldn't stop staring between my eyes and my lips. He eventually and quickly took the dive, trying not to lose the moment. Embers burned and flowed through the air as he began to shift from my power to his. He embarked on leaning my back onto the couch rather than his. Hands splayed in my locs and taking small breaks to breathe before going back in.
Small moans escape my mouth as he's working me. Kisses pressed on my lips were coming down my chin... then my neck as he suckled on my skin. His hands roamed my body slowly. One on the side of my stomach nearing my ass and the other beginning to feel my breast under my shirt. At this point, he's starting to get more vocal, groaning and whispering sweet nothings along my body.
"You know how much I've missed you y/n. How much I've missed this pretty face... this pretty body... and this pretty pussy" he hissed one kiss after another. "Is this all ok? If you're not fine with this of course I'll stop. Tell me what you want."
His asking for consent was always so sexy and those words... damn I missed him and this.
I looked at his lust blown eyes as he looked up to mine from my stomach as he briefly stopped from going lower and lower.
"I want you Q. I'm all yours." My composure is definitely done at this point. He's got me right now.
"Don't worry. You know I will always take care of you." He slurred, slowly sliding my bottoms and panties down and kissing my inner thighs before locking them in his arms. It's been a while since I've been in this position and I've missed it since forever ago.
Slow pecks from my thighs came closer and closer to the apex of them. He must could tell how nervous I was since his thumbs gently rubbed where they laid at to comfort me. Im in love with the way they feel on me.
"So as you can see I do have some hair ri-"
He side eyed me. "Y/n I'm a grown ass man. You know I like my peaches with some fuzz on it. Now can I have my dinner please?"
He can get so forward like this it's making me shy. I rolled my eyes and laid my head back. I never thought I'd be in this predicament.
"Good girl. Just stay just like that baby."
He nestled his lips on my bundle, wrapping them on to gently suck at a slow and smooth pace. His rhythm was gradually fastening and shortly, his lips unattached from my clit to lap at the bundle once more flicking his tongue. He remembers. He always remembers what I like.
Beginning to close my legs from the sensation, he parts me once again lapping at my cunny fervently. Like some undying need that he can't let go. As a "punishment" for me not taking it, he inserts a finger and then a second to make me break even more than I already am.
I plead and moan, "Ony, baby, I'm leaking"
I can barely control my body now. My breath getting fainter as I breathe heavy.
"Good. You know that's what I want." He keeps pumping. Squelching ensues as he becomes infatuated with his doing. "Look at that shit. All for me huh" He asks looking at my fucked out face.
I disappointedly moan when his fingers leave me but he swipes my essence from its trail and sucks his fingers while maintaining eye contact with me. I whimper and squeeze at the sight.
I guess he wanted to finish the job though. I tried to reach over to slip my hand in his boxers just for him to grab my wrist and pin both of my hands down to finish what he started.
It's always like a switch in him when he's like this. So different from the sweet Onyankopon from everyday that everyone knows. So nasty. I love it. I miss it.
He mischievously watches me. "You feel this?" I moan as he pumps his fingers back in me. I roll my eyes to the back of my head and he chuckles. "I'm gonna take that as a yes. Let me make you cum, princess."
He lowered his head down again as he continued pumping into me. Licking a stripe up my honey and continuing the mess he was creating previously. Languid strokes of his tongue were hitting me just right and my moans started turning to desperate whimpers.
Building me up for a while, he then dipped his muscle into my pussy and interchanging with his fingers, curling them with each stroke. His other hand left my thigh and his thumb began rubbing my clit. Faster and faster he went I started to find my stomach tensing and the air becoming hard to breathe.
In between heavy pants I slip out "O, stop, I'm gonna make a mess!" my eyes rolling to the back of my head and legs lifting and coming together.
He didnt stop and pinned me down pressing on my lower stomach. My moans became octaves higher and higher. He lifted his head from my cunny, "you gon take it and make a mess all over my face. Don't hold back nothing."
With that, he continued his ministrations. My grip on his hair became as tight as it could as I could feel my voice go weak. My legs began to shake as clear liquid lightly sprayed out onto his face and a white ring began to form on his fingers. My pants were beginning to rapidly slow down as I came down from my high, un loosening the death grip I had on his head.
He came back up kissing my cheek then licking my essence off his face and fingers, "Always taste so good." Proceeding to take a rag from my bedroom to clean me up and carrying me to my bed.
Before we even got the chance to speak about what happened, my eyes fell. A nap took over both of us and hours that felt like minutes rolled by.
His arm around me as we slept on our sides felt like old times. Like something right that I just ripped away from my body. It's so comfortable.
After a dream I couldn't remember, I wake up in a daze, looking behind me to see him knocked out and his arm still around my waist.
Gently moving it off of me, I slowly get up and walk to the bathroom.
"Shit I might as well take a shower"
To be honest, none of this has settled in my head yet. My ex boyfriend who I'm clearly not over in my bedroom after being nasty on the couch is sleeping on my bed... crazy. Real fanfiction kind of shit.
Pushing the light switch up, I notice the bulb illuminate the room. Thank the Lord almighty. I put on my shower cap and get in. I feel myself let go of a breath I didn't know I had when the hot water hits my skin.
This is insane. I shouldn't be hooking up with my ex. I cut it off for a reason... I think. It's gotta be this way for the both of us so nobody gets hurt.
"Bitchhhh" I think to myself in the shower holding my head.
Leaving the bathroom with my towel on, I see my ex looking over at me from his phone, arm now holding his head up to stare me up and down in awe.
"It's been a while since I seen this view"
I cut my eyes and stand in front of him on my bed. "Look we need to talk- " and my head turned immediately when I heard the front door of the apartment open. Thankfully, my room doors closed, but my girls walked in the apartment gossiping when they called out my name to have our daily debrief of the day.
I cuss at myself and know they probably see the cups of water, candles, and his shoes at the door as they fell silent. Whispering to themselves with words I couldn't make out, I eventually hear a knock at my door.
I looked at Ony, mortified with a finger to my lips, then took a deep breath, opening the door so they can only see me still in my bath robe.
"Heyyy" I greeted with the awkwardest get out and don't make this weird smile I know.
"Hey mookie, we just wanted to check on you and see if you're good with the electricity going off and everything earlier." One of them said, clearly peeking inside my bedroom to see who's here, eyes widening that it was him before he could move himself. She gave me a look and I gave her one back like we telepathic or something.
"Girl yknow I'm good, just trying to finish this paper" I say hoping she takes the message that I know she's getting from me right now.
"Yeah I'm sure it's realll hard" She said acting like a real smart ass.
With a few more exchanges they go to their rooms to settle down for the night. After hearing both of their doors close I rush back to my room.
"Yeah, you gotta go" picking up his clothes and pushing them to his chest.
"But-"
"Look, I wish there was a better time to talk, but you have to go. This... is strange. We broke up. There's a reason why this ended. I know it was probably stupid of me to let you stay here during the storm, but this wasnt my intention." Pointing at the both of us.
I picked his arm up before he could get a word out to reason with me, clothes just tussled onto his body. If he sweet talks me again I really might not double back this time.
We get to the door and with the least amount of strength he has, he turns his body towards me and gently grabs my hand before I could open the door placing it back by my side.
"Y/n...why are you letting go of us... again? This still doesn't make sense and you know that."
I still. I remember this feeling... this sense of regret. But just like last time, I can't tell if it's the wrong choice or because I don't want to let go.
In truth, Ony feels... familiar. He'll always feel like a memory and I don't want to get too comfortable in his light of nostalgia. He brought such a level of solace in my life that I never wanted to replace. It was even more so after we became official....I don't want to become stagnant because of it. I have my own dreams, my own endeavors, and my own goals that I want to reach. It would be so easy to be a trophy wife to him... and he'd gladly let me. As a woman, I don't want that to be the tell all be all of my life when I know that I had a life before him. I didn't know if I could escape from it then and I definitely don't know now. That's the real reason why I keep shutting him out and probably why we broke up... but he can't know that.
"Because I know we won't end well. We're two different people Ony and this idea that you can just up and think everything is picture perfect for us has to stop now"
He looks in my eyes with such disappointment, then slight anger as his eyebrows pushed together. He opened his mouth to speak again but thought about it and decided not to, closing his eyes in the process. With a heavy huff from his chest, he looked at my eyes one last time for the night before turning away and leaving the complex.
When I shut the door, My girls came out immediately like paparazzi.
"You were over him huh?" One of them snarled at me. "It don't seem that way to me love. Maybe you shouldn't even go to the party tomorrow."
I looked down at the ground and they both took notice of my state. We all went to my bedroom and I explained everything that happened tonight. Their eyes looked at mine with frustration and awe. I held my head knowing their reaction just like they've been telling me for the past 3 months.
"You are not over that boy y/n"
"I think you're confused"
And they're right. I am. But I tell them the same thing I told them every time.
"But when he makes it to the league, what am I going to do? Wag my tail like a dog after him and have niggas tell me that I want his money or that I don't have half his talent for anything like them bitches was saying when we were together? And what if he cheats? He gon have hella girls at his disposable and I'll be feeling stupid like "I really wasted my time on this nigga". Y'all know how much I love Ony and I was just getting over him too. This is for the best for me right now y'all know that"
They gave each other a look and got up to hug me.
"Whatever decision you choose to make girl you know we got you. Just remember to listen to your heart sometimes"
With that, we said our little goodbyes and retired for the night. Ony on my mind, I went to bed.
Waking up, he is still on my mind. Getting my laptop, I tried to continue the paper but had no will power to do so. The whole morning and afternoon felt like that... no volition and all a blur. Wasting away in my bed after the three different times my girls checked up on me throughout the day I just can't escape him. It doesn't help having the daydream engrained of what could've been present with our past. In that same thought, I hear a buzz on my phone, too in tune with the delusional reaction thinking it could be him.
I look at it to see the ticket for the party tonight that one of my girls sent. I groan and get up, finally deciding to start my day and also prepare myself for tonight.
Hype hoochie music is playing on my speaker and I hear Looking For the Hoes again. I'm thinking of how good everything was before all that happened yesterday. Do I even regret it? Am I blocking my blessings?
I can't let a man distract me from my life though. There's a life before and after him and I have to remind myself of that.
Finally finished with my look and it finally being an hour after the party started, me and my girls head out for the wild night we been planning for months.
What I didn't know was that the line would feel like 3 miles long and realizing we need our ID when we're finally 5 feet before the security. Why are parties this complicated? I don't know. But luckily we all at least have pictures of our ID and got in.
When we step foot into the party, the first thing we see is purple lights illuminating the entire venue. People are scattered everywhere and in every other corner we see the Ques barking and hopping to their stroll.
"Lawd have mercy" one of my homegirls say in love with the ques. Me and the other laugh and roll our eyes.
After some time just standing, we decided to find a small table and sit down with our small get ups. Our drinks from the pregame were starting to kick in after 10 minutes and we were laughing our ass off drunk when we hear "Girl the way you move it got me in a trance-", and that was it. All of us pulled each other to the dance floor and start to turn up. I'm throwing ass on my home girl and catching from the other.
I needed this. Seriously. I forgot how fun it is to be outside in the streets. Seconds later, we hear a scream and laugh from a girl and gasp from the crowd. One of the Ques picked up a girl and started acting like he was eating her out.
We all looked at each other with our jaws dropped. Ain't no wayyyyy. They were not lying bout it getting wild.
Right behind where I see the spotlight shining, about 30 feet away, I saw a face I didn't think I'd see at all. Just as his eyes set in on the scene before him he also saw my eyes and we made eye contact for a brief second.
I turned my body so fast that I almost knocked my home girl over. In the middle of her fussing me out she asked what happened. Naturally, I told her that Ony is at the party.
"Why is a nigga at a Que party is the real question though?"
"Girl unimportant can we please move somewhere else"
We all move to a separate section of the party venue. This can not happen. I'm drunk and I been dancing? I can not see or be around that man right now.
Before I could even get the nightmare out my head, I hear a "Y/n" near my head. I turn around mouth slightly agape to see him once again. Even finer in his put together party get up than his athlete clothes from yesterday. My mind all caught up in him just like last time I'm in a blur of what he's actually saying to me.
"Y/n, why are you here right now?" He whispers yells in my ear from the loud music blasting from the speakers.
I look to my left and right and my homegirls dashed off like the road runner... traitors.
Looking at him once again, eyes low from the drink in my system I ask, "Ony, why would it matter to you? I'm not your girl and you not my man. We single. The real question is why you're at a Que party." Remembering what my homegirl had said to bite back at him.
He fixes his face, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek looking at me clearly frustrated. Just looking at his face he can't leave me alone. Sorry that's just drunk me talking I don't know whats on his mind.
"Y/n, why the hell you been drinking so much? Don't you got a paper to finish?"
"Ony you are not my daddy get up out my face!" I yell at him. "I'm out here having fun with my girls trying to get over YOUR ASS so why can't you just mind yo business!" Oops. My eyes widened, that last part wasn't supposed to come out. Fuck.
Shit, how did he react to that?
Without time for me to look up and see his face or even hear him utter a word, he has my hand in his and leading me somewhere and fast. I'm trying to keep up but it's kind of hard to have good foot and direction coordination in a party like this and off my ass.
With all of the movement feeling like a blur, I found both of us outside of the party venue from some back door. It's slightly raining by the building and the night sky showed a bright orange street light that was our only light source.
He takes off his jacket and puts it over my shoulders to warm me. It's a bit cold. What a gentleman.
"Y/n ... what did you say?"
He stares directly in my eyes with a sense of fervency and hope. One that I can't deny now.
Part 2?
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Authors Note: Hi y'all! I haven’t written fanfic in soooo long but never stopped reading lmao. I loveeee this one so much. It’s Literally the best fic ive done period thus far. I’m trying to think if I should start writing again fr esp for my fictional anime men.
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hii idk if I missed it but did u ever expand on the sakusa perfume ad thought 👀
YES please let me do so (sorry this is so late)
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“yes, that’s perfect. right here,” the photographer snaps another shot, clicking sounds echoing through the small set as sakusa lets out an exhale.
really he’s not sure why he agreed to this. some new perfume line contacted the team a few months back, talking about some sort of collaboration to boost each others popularity. a few phone calls later and now, most of the teammates have had their turn behind the camera.
sakusa was last. he really didn’t want to. he was flattered, a little flustered that they thought he would be good for a perfume ad. he’s seen them this whole life, casting movie stars and other famous athletes. the mere fact that he’s now at that level is mind blowing enough.
but now that he sits here, uncomfortably warm and sick of the attention, he’s thinking maybe it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
until you call him.
you’re in your local grocery store, picking up things for the week after work. thoroughly worn out, you grab a magazine from the racks while in the check out line to pass the time. your fingers flip through aimlessly, completely unaware of the contents of the glossy pages, until you are.
staring back at you is sakusa kiyoomi. head rested in his palm, in a partially unbuttoned black silk shirt, with a bottle of cologne to his lips.
you almost shut the magazine. your body feels warm, your head spins. almost ripping it open again, you stare right back at the photo. his jaw is sharp, and his milky skin glistens behind the shiny bottle. and his eyes, they feel like he’s staring right at you. before you can think twice you’re shoving the tabloid onto the belt, and begin to try to catch your breath.
“hell-“
“kiyoomi,” your voice sounds apprehensive, strained even.
“what? i just got back from practice, i need to sh-“
“we’ve been friends for over ten years and you forgot to tell me that you were in a fucking cologne ad?”
sakusa about chokes before he slams the mute button on his phone. he completely forgot, he hadn’t even been told by the marketing team that the ads were out. he feels embarrassed, suddenly worried about everyone in the entire world seeing a completely different side of him than normal.
but he’s also curious.
part of him wished this would happen. while he was staring down the lens of the camera, the thought did cross his mind about how you specifically would react.
he can’t help but find out.
“it slipped my mind i guess, i’ve been busy,” he sets his phone on the kitchen counter. “kinda cool, huh?”
you don’t even know what to say. the most beautiful photo of the prettiest man you’ve ever met is in front of you, and his raspy voice is coming through your phone, making for an incredibly distracting combination.
“you look so irritated,” your voice is quiet. sakusa smirks, only slightly.
“i was. i was there for hours,” his smirk grows for a moment. “i think there’s going to be a short video ad, too.”
you rub your temples. your mind is blank. you’ve always thought sakusa was handsome, but not like this. your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, and you can’t stop staring.
“a-and what do you think of it? what did your mom say?”
sakusa shorts at the desperate conversation change attempt. “she had a fit, you know how she is.”
the thought of how could she not crosses your mind, and thankfully you don’t say it out loud.
“well, it’s really something. congrats, omi,”
sakusa smiles. “thanks,” he can hear you sigh on the other end. “everything okay over there?”
no. “y-yeah, yeah, just fine,” you shut the magazine and toss it onto the coffee table.
“staring at my picture?”
“n-no!” you’re quick, and sakusa laughs.
“miss me that much? jeez, want me to come sign it for you too?”
you pause. he laughs out loud. “shut up, omi,” you groan. “i’ll see you friday anyway, for motoya’s dinner,”
“okay, see you then.”
he hangs up, and he can’t help but snicker to himself. he can’t wait to see you on friday now. and, he even has the shirt from the shoot.
he decides he’s going to wear it, just for you.
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Rickety-Rickety Wrecked
Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader Smut
Summary: After recently getting a job, the illusion that high school status quotes and popularity truly mean nothing. You've been re-evaluating things that once made you bubble with excitement like sneaking out and partying. That being said, your younger sister informs you that she's going to Summer Smith's house party. Starting to feel like a senior citizen, you tag along and encounter Rick Sanchez.
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(!This is a smut fanfic, you’ve been warned!)
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As you walked out the doors of the nursing home you worked at. Your hand was lazily searching for the keys that were undoubtedly buried at the bottom of your bag. After opening the car door, you let your body fall into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t just being physically but mentally drained as well. Tossing your purse into the passenger side and start the car. It was Friday and you were excited to finally have an entire weekend off. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any time to yourself. Pulling into the driveway, you weren’t surprised to see that your mom’s car wasn’t home. She works nights but will take every double shift she can get her hands on. You dropped the purse on your bed and immediately went over to shower. Even though you’re a Med-Tech you still will help residents with toileting among other things. While waiting for the water to get hot, you let your dirty scrubs drop onto the floor. The water was scorchingly perfect, you could feel your muscles loosening. Using your nails, you scrub your scalp almost moaning from how nice it felt. The smell of the ‘honey crisp apple’ scented candle was only adding to the relaxation. Unfortunately that all came to a halt when your younger sister barrelled into the bathroom and turned on the harsh fluorescent lights.
“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed.
“Well sorry, you’re the one hogging the bathroom,” your sister remarked.
“If you were patient and knocked I would have told you that I’m about to be done,” you said.
“No time, Morty invited me to a party that Summer is throwing,” she said which made you throw the current open.
“You’re going to Summer Smith’s party?” you questioned.
“Yeah, I thought you were going to. Morty mentioned that Summer asked you. And plus I kinda already told my friend that you would give us a ride..” she said.
“Girl what the fuck, why would I go to a party after working every day after school all week. Yeah she invited me but I wasn’t planning on going,” you huffed.
“Well, can you still take me?” she asked.
After you got out of the shower you thought about the fact that even your younger sister was going to be at this party. Even though you were still tired from school and the work week, you felt like staying home would just make you feel… pathetic. As soon as you got out of the shower you started getting ready. You haven’t done your makeup in so long that you almost forgot how to apply your lashes. You straightened your hair and threw on a jean mini skirt and a black long sleeve. It was weird looking in the mirror once you were all done up. You liked it though, it made you miss when you didn’t have to worry about work. When you went downstairs to see if your little sister was ready to go, she was equally as shocked at your appearance. After her friend arrived you guys took off to the Smith house. The entire house was completely lit up with lights, teens that were smoking on the roof, and of course, unknown species of life that were slithering and flying around. Your sister pestered you for 20 bucks then ditched you. You entered the house and immediately got greeted by the smell of weed and tobacco. It didn’t bother you too much though, you walked into the living room and immediately saw your old group of friends. They all screamed and ran over to give you a hug. You could tell they were all a little intoxicated.
“What are you doing here, we had no idea you were coming!” Maya said.
“Yeah I had the weekend off so I thought I’d come out,” you said.
“Ever since you started working, I feel like I haven’t seen you in like forever,” Anna said.
“Yeah I know, but it’s nice being able to save money. Especially because I could take some of that responsibility off my mom,” you said.
“Don’t you miss going out though? You were literally about to get asked out by Brad. I mean like, you practically lost your status when it comes to school,” Maya said in a condescending way.
“If my status was based purely on me going to parties and hanging out with girls who are pretending to be drunk then I don’t think I want it. Too obtainable for someone like me, sounds perfect for you though,” you said, giving her a warm smile as you watched her smirk fade from her face.
Now you remember why you stopped going to house parties like this. As you walked around you couldn’t help but notice all the sophomoric conversations going on. Things like bragging about having a roach from their dad’s ashtray. Or boasting about getting to second base with their girl. Honestly, it made you feel a lot older than you are. Making your way into the kitchen, you saw Summer standing there with Trisha. They both greeted you and complemented how you looked, which really lifted your confidence.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, stranger,” Summer said, giving you a red solo cup filled with an unknown liquid.
“Girl you know I started working,” you said, smelling the cup and trying to identify what type of liquor it is.
“Same, honestly ever since I started working at my mom’s shop, I feel like my childhood is officially over,” Trisha laughed.
“God I’m glad I’m not the only one,” you joked back.
“We were about to go up into my room and smoke, you wanna join?” Summer asked which you immediately agreed to.
Her room was really nice, with pink coral walls and a bunch of different posters that covered them. Trisha and you sat down on her bed and Summer walked over and grabbed a bong from under her desk. She grabbed her desk chair so that she could sit in front of you guys. Trisha surprised you and pulled a blunt out from behind her ear. They thought this was your first time smoking but it wasn’t. When you work in a nursing home, sometimes the only thing keeping you sane is your wind-down time at the end of the day. After puffing on those for a bit, Summer pulled out a tray that had a couple of purple almost violet crystals. Without saying a word to each other, the two girls crush up one and then snort it. It took you back at first, the brazenness of how casually they were doing lines was a little jarring, to say the least. When you asked what it was they explained what kalaxian crystals were and what the high was like. Even though it was embarrassing, the factor that sold you was when Summer said they couldn’t be picked up on a drug test. Trisha was holding up the tray and Summer was walking you through what to do.
“So like, when people do lines for the first time, most don’t fully sniff because they are obviously like, intimidated by it. But if you take a small bump then it’ll just burn and you won’t get the full high. So just go full throttle,” she said handing you the straw, the fact that the whites of her eyes were now blue made you nervous.
However, the mix of alcohol and weed in your system was making you ballsy. You close your eyes and take the full line, dropping the straw on the tray and bringing your hands to your nose. As if that would’ve helped the burning sensation. Both girls were giggling as they watched you react, asking every now and then if you were okay. Your entire sinus cavity was not only burning but giving off an unpleasant taste in the back of your throat. The effects were immediate and you felt like you were defying gravity. Like if you really tried you could start floating away. You looked over at the two other girls who were dancing to the stereo Summer had in her room. Without them even noticing, you walked out of her room and made your way downstairs. You felt like everything was moving in slow motion and you were taking in every detail of everything you laid eyes on. The music was so loud that it felt like a heart beating in your ears. Panic and sensory overload were taking over and you could feel your heart began to quicken. After accidentally bumping into a girl, she turns around and tries to snake her arm around your waist. Obviously having a stranger try to grind on you in the midst of a panic attack was the last thing that helped. You broke away and made a B-line to the nearest door. You yanked it open and slammed it shut behind you. You were using your hand to cover your mouth in a sad attempt to stop your hyperventilation.
“Medical emergency detected, blood pressure 148/96 and rising; Medical intervention advised,” a monotone woman’s voice spoke throughout the room.
“Oh my fucking god, I’m fucking hallucinating… I’m overdosing I-I’m about to fucking die,” you have cried have muttered to yourself and you covered your ears.
“You -buhrup- you’re not dying yet, what did you take?” a male’s voice asked. When you looked up, a blue-haired man was standing over you. Wearing brown slacks and black shoes.
“You deaf? What -buhrup- did you take?” he asked again, taking your jaw into his hands and making you look up at him. Your eyes were still blue from the crystals and your jaw was now chattering. You were still crying and breathing heavily.
“I told Summer to stop letting people take bumps of kalaxian. I have something, hold on.
“No- I don’t, I just needed a-a few minutes to catch my breath,” you explained, wiping your eyes and standing up, still leaning against the garage door for support.
“Whatever, you’re lucky I’m trying this whole nice thing,” he said, going back to working on whatever it was sitting on his workbench.
“Sorry,” you said, walking over to his bench and asking if you could sit on the bench. He ignored you but also didn’t protest when you hopped on. Setting your purse down, grab your dab pen and take a puff.
“You sure about smoking that?” he asked.
“Weed is a vasodilator so it probably wouldn’t be the best thing for me right now but it can’t be the worst either,” you said taking another hit.
“Did WebMD teach you that?” he asked.
“No, I learned that from my CNA teacher,” you said.
“HAHA, do you enjoy wiping shit off of saggy balls?” Rick said followed by a fit of laughter.
“Yeah, kinda hot,” you said, taking a drag. He looked at you with his eyebrow cocked which made you burst out into laughter, “you should have seen his face!” You said you are unable to compose yourself. He squinted his eyes, tilted his head down slightly, and scowled at you.
Maybe it was the drugs but the look he gave you made your stomach feel like it was boiling. He again went back to tinkering with his invention. His side profile was strong, his lips were in a frown and he had liquor dripping down his chin. His hands were huge, making a screwdriver look like a pencil. His posture was horrible, practically hunching over the workbench. The blue long-sleeve he wore was slightly tucked into the top of his pants. You were watching his lower stomach rise and lower as he breathed at a very steady rate. He had dark under-eye bags that only added to an angst vibe that radiated off him. You wanted to make a move to indicate that you thought he was attractive but felt insecure. Taking a deep drag from your pen to give you a bit of courage, you kick off your heels.
The sound of them clattering to the floor made Rick look over, he didn’t move but instead shifted his eye to the side to watch you. When he didn’t give you the attention you were craving, you uncrossed your legs and let them hang in front of you. Rick set down what he was working on and turned to face you. Pressing his back into the workbench and just watching you. Biting onto the tip of the pen you take another big drag and blow it between your legs. In turn, he took a swig from his flask, almost like that was his move in this little game you were playing with each other. You set your pen down and pull your skirt up so that the jean material of your skirt was no longer touching the tabletop. Revealing the hip bands on your baby blue thong, he chuckled and walked over to you. He stood about a foot away from you and even though there was still distance between the two, it felt closer. You were intimidated by him and you couldn’t tell if it was turning you on more or not. Extending your leg out, you use your foot and untuck the front of his shirt from his pants. Exposing his happy trail that to your surprise was also blue.
“So the carpet does match the drapes,” you giggle, which quickly turns into a gasp as Rick grabs your ankle and holds it up slightly. He was squeezing it so tightly but this only ignited a need that you didn’t know existed.
“Should have asked if you were so curious,” he said, pulling your leg so that your ass was almost falling off the edge of the table.
He loosened his grip on your ankle and ran his calloused hand up your leg. Once he was close enough, he snaked his hand around your waist. The feeling of his hand touching your lower back made your back arch involuntarily. His crotch was pressed lightly against yours. You were so nervous that your teeth were chattering. His hands were now running up and down your lower back, almost like he was getting off from watching how sensitive you were to his touch. When you looked up, he was already looking down at you. This was something that was new to you and you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands. Trying not to think too hard about it, you dip your fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. You pressed your nose against him, letting your bottom lip rub against his gently. You start pulling on the end of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. He shook his head in disagreement, so you pull away slightly and take your top off. He laughed and then took his shirt off as well. As if he had a look in his eye that said I’ll show mine if you show yours’. The fact that neither of you had to speak to communicate made you want to throw yourself at him. There were scars littered across his body, you traced one that was on his chest. Moving your fingertips to his arms, still admiring his old battle wounds. He was still watching you even though you weren’t making eye contact with him.
When you finally broke away and looked up at him and couldn’t help but admire him. His frown lines, how dark his eyes were, and how his hair was sticking out in all directions. You smashed your mouth against him, unable to bear waiting any longer. He was such a good kisser, not messy and sloppy like the ones you’ve had before. He was aggressive but not overbearing, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Running your hands through his hair and around his neck. He moved his hands to his hips and began grinding against you. Your lips were starting to feel raw from how long he’d been biting and kissing. Moving your hands down to his pelvis you try unbuckling his belt. When he pulled away from you, a trail of saliva connected by the both of your bottom lips followed. He pulled down the front of his pants, exposing his dick. You pulled your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time reaching down to feel how wet you were. He let out a hoarse moan, and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder. At this point you were aching with anticipation. Unwilling to take his teasing anymore, you reach down and line up his tip with your entrance. He takes the hint and moves his hands back to your hips for support. Slowly he started pressing into you, his mouth was slightly hung open. There was a slight stinging from how big he was but because he was starting slow, that feeling soon faded. He took a step forward once he was fully pressed into you.
He kept himself buried inside of you for a while while kissing your neck. Sucking hickies and leaving bite marks all the way down to your shoulder. He slowly started rocking himself back and forth. You attach yourself to his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck and moan as he slides in and out. You were trying to buck your hip up in order to meet him halfway with his thrusts. Watching his facial expressions as he pounded into you was making you feel euphoric. Everytime you tightened around his shaft you could see his face scrunch in pleasure. At this point he was pounding viciously into you, your walls were becoming sensitive. You were sure that he was getting close because he was getting more aggressive. His thrusts were getting more sporadic, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of your hair. Forcing your head back, exposing your neck allowing him to continue marking you up.
You were whimpering every time his length pressed completely inside you. His face was red from how much he was exerting himself. Your arms were wrapped around his neck so he grabbed you from underneath your knees and pressed you against the wall. The change in position was enough to send you over the edge, going limp slightly as your pussy spasmed around his cock while you came. He let his entire body weight press against you as he came inside you. As you were cumming, you could feel his throbbing member spurting inside of you. When he pulled out he took his shaft into his hand and rubbed his tip up and down your folds. Enjoying the feelings of your warmth and swollen core. He set you back down on the top of his work station. You were still cross faded and don’t think you could walk even if you wanted to. Barely being able to keep your eyes open you use your arm as a pillow to ‘rest your eyes’ for a few moments.
Rick zipped his pants up and went to leave the garage, knowing you’d probably leave once you woke up. Maybe it was the recent encounter with Unity that made him feel like a douche. As if having careless sex with you was only proving her point that you were a bad guy. He took a deep breath and stood in front of the door for a while before turning around. Grabbing your purse, he took your wallet and looked for the address on your ID. After punching it into his portal gun and creating the green entryway to your house. He picked you up bridal style and carried you through the portal. He used his foot to move the covers over and set you down on your bed. Leaving your purse and shoes on the floor next to you before leaving.
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— little love | l.hs, s.jy
synopsis: there you are in between of the two of your favorite people, so caught up in comfort that they gave after a long, tiring month. well, feeling your holes getting filled by them wasn't a bad idea either.
pairings: bestfriend!lee heeseung x reader x bestfriend!sim jaeyun
warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! twisted little story thus, twisted heejake. reader is sleeping at first. somnophilia as a consented fantasy. threesome, oral s*x, penetr*tion, kind of has corruption k*ink.
AUTHOR'S NOTE — !
since it's heetober and soon to be jake-nover (?), i decided to write polysmut (? not sure if that's what its called). lol, who am i kidding? It doesn't have any connection with hee and jake's birthday month. i just want to lessen the growing number of this blog's drafts. this smut has been accumulating spider webs since last year so i decided to finally continue and release it. well, i hope you enjoy it and pls let me know what you think. i need feedback so MUCH
There's this unknown wet yet slippery feeling that was constantly pulling you out of your dreamless sleep. Your mind was somehow groggy, your head filled with empty spaces but it's rather heavy.
The wet thing travels all over your body until it stops on top of your nerve endings. As the heavy feeling in your head was slowly but surely lifted up while you woke up so were your senses.
You felt a pair... no, not just a pair but even two sets of hands stroking your body. One has you down there while the other dominates the uppers.
A thin line between pleasure and distraught was drawn. You can't help but sigh in comfort, doing so as if it were the signal that finally blurred the said line.
You huff, eyes trying to slowly open on their own, seemingly alarmed by the new fiasco inside your head. One can even feel the dust formed on your cornea from the long sleep you just had. Slowly, albeit surely. As though, you were afraid that this fine affection would vanish as soon as you woke up.
Oh, but you were wrong.
The room was dark and silent. Still, it has a familiar inkling. There's an opened yet volumed TV in the corner thus, it was the only one that lightens the room though in a minimal manner.
Right, you remembered. It's Friday night. Heeseung and Jake decided to visit you for another movie night of the month. You recall how you laughed at Jake's corny jokes with Heeseung while all of you had your favorite food and drinks on hand. How Jake pouted, complaining you forgot about them. Of course, you responded with a peer smile, which you don't want to admit despite it being true for some reason.
You're so busy these days with your college life that you don't have the time to worry about other matters. Thus, this arrangement also takes a toll on your health. And as much as you like spending time with both of them, you can't help but fall asleep. Being in between the two of your favorite people helped you be lulled into the arms of sleep. Completely oblivious about what comes next.
As your mind processes the daily events, you hear a moan in front of you. Looking down at the sound, you saw Jake wholeheartedly sucking your breast. The sight caught you off guard though, in a good way, your lips can't help but release a mewl.
The sound causes Jake to open his eyes, looking up to meet yours, something that makes your breath shake.
The darkness and lust lurking in his eyes fight in contrast to how fluffy his black hair comes undone just above, covering a little portion of his eyes. And, the way the moonlight shines brightly just behind him, makes him look more ethereal.
Jake smirked before releasing your right breast with a pop, "Little love was finally awake! I thought you were gonna miss the party just like what you always do"
You wanted to ask, but suddenly —
A chuckle was heard from behind— at the same time, vibration rolled over your back, "You're awake, y/n?" Heeseung whispered lovingly in your ear before sucking it.
"Wh-what?" You managed to let out, demented blood flowing in your veins as the two men before you released low laughs at your reaction.
"Are you loving it? Does it feel good, love?" Jake coo-ed, humming at the end of his sentence before licking your bare nipples with his soft tongue, eyes boring into you.
"We didn't forget about the promise we made last time, little love" Heeseung whispered, taking in your scent with his eyes closed, rubbing his hands lovingly on your sides.
"We told you that we're gonna take care of you and look how we're doing well" Jake cheered while still assaulting your breast. He said those phrase unconcerned, as if there's nothing wrong to begin with.
You didn't say anything but Heeseung felt your doubts and he's determined to blur it down. "Y/N..." Heeseung whispered, and you felt like heaven just stumped on you.
Why is he calling you by your name? It should be little love, right?
You hummed in protest, courage wasn't enough for your voice to come out. Despite this, the older of the two understands it without problem.
Heeseung smiled when his eyes meet with yours. Hesitation was nowhere found everywhere on your orbs. Not one bit.
Unconsciously, you put one of your hands behind his head pushing heeseung onto yours as both of you share a messy kiss. Tongue on each other, exploring every cavern of your mouth.
"Fuck, this is the hottest scene I've seen in my life" Jake whispered causing you to cut your connection with heeseung ang look at the man who just talked.
You were sitting so well-behaved on his hyung's lap, like a pretty canvas displayed for someone with artistic eyes, waiting to be worshipped. And that someone is Jake, the one who's vocally appreciating every curve and flaw you have with deep fascination.
Heeseung's tongue brought you back to the reality of land. His clapper traveled on your neck, right hand etching fine circles on your clit. His left hand prodded on your hips keeping you intact on his lap while Jake deliciously suck on your breast, his right hand playing with your left nipples whilst his left hand caressed your body lovingly leaving you breathless.
It was fucking crazy. You were going crazy. Perhaps, that's their unsaid vow and it is definitely effective. You just can't help but want more.
"hmm— S-stop..." Both of them stared at you further observing your reaction though their hands continuously doing it's god-given work.
"Oh, really?" The younger asks, "Do you really want us to stop?" You felt him pinching your buds painfully yet surprisingly, it just made you yearn for more. "Do you really want Heeseung hyung to stop playing with this?" He whispered, putting his finger inside you. His eyes held a mischievous glint at the sound it released.
You didn't answer but the way you swallowed your objections was enough for Jake to continue his rendezvous. He smiled at you, so sweet, so innocent. A smile he always gives you on a daily basis. It made you feel safe, made you melt in their arms.
"Do you trust Seungie?" Heeseung suddenly asked peeking from your side, his eyes bare an innocent hue. "Y-yes..." A flick was felt on your clit, making you flinch in pleasure.
"Then, do you also trust jakey?" He asked once again, and this time your voice came back in an instant, letting you shout a frustrated, 'Yes!'
Both of the perpetrators chuckled, humming with their honey-glazed voices while gazing at you with lust-filled eyes. Jake lick your nipples goodbye one after another before standing up. Heeseung then pulled his hands on your cotton shorts before lifting you up like a bride.
"Let's continue this in your bedroom, little love" Heeseung whispered pecking your lips.
The next thing you knew, the older of the two gently laying you back flat on your bed.
Jake immediately abolished your stubborn cotton shorts, panties still intact while he disregard the way your tight tank top curled on top of your boobs, which he causes because of Jake's lazy antics to push it up onto your chest to soothe the burning flame on his mouth a few minutes ago.
A pair of hands folded your legs up, not sure who it is as you keep your eyes closed feeling the comfort from every soft touch they did.
"Just like that, love... relax for me" You sure it's jake pecking your forehead his hands gently pinching your nipples, his mouth working on the sweet spots on your neck.
On the other hand, heeseung affectionately caressed your thighs. leaving soft kisses from inside and out, purposely not giving your pussy the attention it needed. You're despairing, from their touch and from the fine dust of lust they wanted you to feel.
There's no doubt that the two men hovering above you, want nothing but you begging for more. And their antics just proved effective.
As heeseung's soft lips travel on your right thigh, jake was taking his time leaving feathery kisses in between your breast. You had enough, whimpering to them as your hips unknowingly lift up.
Unbeknownst to you, so did they. The two of them know how to play this game. They can be patient as long as they need it, but the wet patch on your cotton panties was getting harder and harder to ignore.
Heeseung chuckled, "Someone's impatient..."
You opened your eyes, braving yourself to look straight at both of them. "Please..." As if on queue, a single tear slid down your face then came another staining your naturally blushed cheeks.
That made the men melt on top of you. Spewing nothing but affectionate words in your ears in an attempt to coo you. They wanted this. This is the moment they desire so bad and it's finally here.
You don't know how relieved you are when Heeseung slowly pulls your panties, leaving you with nothing and completely bare. One might feel vulnerable and weak if they're bare and the other party isn't. But surprisingly, Heeseung and jake ensure that you will never ever feel that.
A soft light lighting up the room, soft sheets around you building a soft wave together with your dark brown hair. You felt like an ancient goddess, ready to be filled with love from your loyal devotees.
Heeseung part your legs apart, like someone who's parting the sea. The cold wind made contact causing you to shiver, but heeseung doesn't faze. After all, Jake's up there ensuring your warmth.
"Delicious...", he whispered looking at your folds glistening with your juice. he brought his finger slowly entering you. "And, hot as fuck"
As heeseung did his business, so did jake. He released your lips, looking so proud of how swollen they got while you lay there with your head on the edge of the bed... waiting. Jake then steps back, eyes still on you or rather on your lips. "I want to feel that little mouth you have, little love." Jake whispered, unbuckling his belt. His cock springs out, the tip slapping on his navel with pre-cum oozing out of its head. It looks angry and pink.
"You have a pretty dick, jakey..." You absentmindedly said. That made the two of them chuckled.
"Then, can you help me out with my pretty cock?" You released a shaky 'yes'. "Open wide, little love" And, you did. You opened your mouth as Jake pushed inside. He was so thick that you gag immediately even before his tip reached your throat. And when it does, you feel like you're floating somewhere.
He started slowly, pumping his veiny and thick cock in and out with affection as if he's scared it might scare you. That made you relax. You didn't know having a dick inside your mouth can make you float somewhere.
But then, someone has to pull you down to from the heavens. You flinched when suddenly you felt a tongue on your sensitive clit, teasing it.
It's heeseung, practically torturing you and your pussy from the other side of the bed.
You were so focus on pleasuring jake that you forgot heeseung had you down there. Nothing to worry about though, it's part of the plan. You just didn't know it yet.
Heeseung then had enough, you felt his presence standing up towering over you. The clanking of metal on his belt was the next thing you heard aside from the groans jake was voicing.
"Hurry up, hyung. I can't take it anymore."
The older one didn't bat an eye, instead he immediately brush his cock on your folds tainting it with your love juices. Heeseung even got cocky when he decided to slap your clit with his dick, sending waves through your body.
"A little patient, Jake. I'm still having fun..." Upon hearing it, you softly tap jake's thighs that were still rutting in your mouth. Thankfully, he understands it as jake slowly pulled out.
You lift your head, gazing your eyes to heeseung. "Please, seungie. I need you inside."
The way you fucking beg. "Fuck. Alright, love. Can't say no to that"
Heeseung then, without a word sink deep inside you. "Ugh! Fuck, heeseung!" You moaned in pleasure.
"You're so tight, little love! So. Fucking. Tight." He groaned hovering over you before taking your lips.
"Okay, you guys. I'm gonna get jealous if y/n wouldn't give me her attention now." Jake complained as heeseung released your lips. "You're such a baby, jakey." You teased looking at him as you lay your head back on the bed, your hand taking his length and pumping it before opening your mouth.
The next thing you knew, both of their dicks buried inside you. They started slow and light then gradually picked up their pace. The way heeseung thrust deep inside you made your legs quiver. Jake wasn't letting you go, either. His pretty balls slaps on your nose every thrust making your breathing limited as the tip hits your throat and his free hand travels to give your nipples some attention.
"Fuck, y/n! You're taking me so well." Jake groaned, tracing the bulge from his cock that formed on your throat.
"She's clenching me so well. Our little love is such a slut." Heeseung added. "Are you gonna cum, love? Do you want to cum?" He asked, anticipating an answer from you even though Jake's cock was buried deep inside your throat.
You didn't need to answer though, heeseung knows. That's when he started putting pressure on your lower abdomen, feeling you clenching and moaning even though jake occupied your mouth. You moaned like you didn't care. The pleasure was intense. It feels so fucking good and you can't even scream. So, you moan even if Jake hits your throat with such precision. It sends continuous vibrations to his cock that made him a moaning mess on top of you.
"Naughty" Jake whispered, his hands making it's way on top of your throat giving it a little squeeze.
The pleasure then doubles as the sounds of groans, moans, skin slapping, and cussing gets louder and louder. The room practically smells like sex. You're getting dizzy from the intense pleasure their cock was giving to you. You're getting crazier, you even swear like passing out. The pleasure on your pussy and your throat meet at the center of your body. It didn't take long to feel the bubbling feeling inside you.
"You're gonna cum, love? Cum on my cock, y/n" Heeseung groaned still putting pressure on your lower abdomen as he mercilessly thrust inside you.
"Shit!" Jake cursed feeling your throat tightening more than ever. And before you know it, you let go. It didn't took long before the two men on top of you released their frustrations inside. Jake deep on your throat while heeseung deep inside you, mixing his cum with yours.
Jake slowly pulled out before letting his body fall beside you, giving you the chance to swallow his cum before trying to stabilize your breath. Heeseung on the other hand is still buried inside you, afraid that a drop can be wasted.
You tried to keep your eyes open and your mind alert. But, your body was the one complaining. There are black dots travelling across your vision and it didn't took long before you finally black out.
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You didn't know how long you sleep, you're still tired but you're also loving the comfort. You silently opened your eyes, as your throat unconsciously released a hum that you regret after.
You looked around, you're still in your room but everything was changed. Your sheets are new. You don't feel sticky or sweaty just like what you always feel after sex. You're on your favorite clothes which is heeseung's clothes, which is also very big compare to you.
The door on your room opened, revealing two men walking closer to you.
"Hey, little love. How do you feel?" Heeseung asked, taking a seat on your bed beside you while Jake took the part behind him as both of them put all their attention to you.
"I-m... fine" You tried to say but your throat still hurts. It's not a surprise though knowing how intense the evens earlier. So, instead of your full voice, you just tried to whisper it, trying not to irritate your throat more.
Heeseung then look at jake with sharp glares albeit jokingly, "Why are you so harsh and intense?" He questioned the younger one before hitting Jake's thigh that was place on top of your bed. The poor man yelp, screaming as he didn't anticipate the action of his hyung
Jake then pathetically put his arms up, "I'm sorry! Can't help it. And, beside..." But then, he put it down. His face now full of mischief with that teasing smirk, "Y/n loves it. Right, little love?"
You blushed but nodded otherwise. The two men chuckled, cooing at the way you got shy.
"You did good, little love" Heeseung whispered kissing your lips and Jake with your forehead. They both smiled at you as they started to take care of your needs. That's when you realized they have a food with them this whole time.
Breakfast in bed, just for their little love.
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FEW MOMENTS BEFORE YOU WOKE UP
"You think we pulled it off, hyung?" Jake whispered, eyes focused on your sleeping face.
"Yeah" Jake thought the Heeseung will say something afterwards but silence wrap the room.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure so."
"This wouldn't drive her away from us right?" Jake once again, asked. His voice suddenly filled with worry at the thought that they might've scared you away. They still haven't had the chance to propose to you the idea of that relationship, so what if you run away before they do that?
Heeseung clicked his tongue, finally meeting his younger friend's gaze, "Jake, relax..." he said patting the man's shoulder. "She's the one who request this from us. She love this as much as we love it."
Jake hummed recalling how you literally beg them to fuck you at the same time.
So, we're not the only one feeling this?
You don't know how long they've been waiting to make you sit there and just beg on their knees to allow them to fuck you at the same time. How relieved and happy they are when you're thinking the same thing.
Well, The only thing is that you're drunk when you said that. But that doesn't matter. As long as they give you what you need then that's what matter the most.
"... I just know this wouldn't be the last time we're doing this with her so, your worries shouldn't be welcome here" Heeseung said, now looking at your sleeping figure.
Jake smiled, tucking your hair behind your ears. "We're ready when that happens."
"Yes, we are. We always are."
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since it's heetober and soon to be jake-nover (?), i decided to write polysmut (? not sure if that's what its called). And, who am i kidding? It doesn't have any connection with hee and jake's birthday month. i just want to lessen the growing number of this blog's drafts. this smut has been accumulating spider webs since last year so i decided to finally continue and release it. well, i hope you enjoyed it and pls let me know what you think. i need feedback so MUCH
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彡 Red sweater - Park Gunwook
Pairing. Park Gunwook X reader
Genre. Fluff | classmates to lovers ig
Warnings. None
Wc. 1616
You opened your eyes with difficulty as you contemplated the idea of going back to sleep. A part of you wanted to ditch today because it was the last day of school before Christmas holidays but the other part of you also wanted to go because it was the last day...
A simple 'ding' coming from your phone resonated in your room and you had no choice but to stop this fight against sleep.
You took a look at the screen with drowsy eyes only to find a text from your best friend saying 'i hope you're coming today and not ditching bc its the last day
This made you smile internally and you finally decided to get up from your bed after wasting almost 10 minutes between sleepness and awakeness.
˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Breakfast was the last thing in your mind as you hurriedly left your house and made a run to the bus stop. If only you got up from bed immediately after your alarm rang...
You made it to the stop just in time as the bus just arrived and you mentally thanked the universe for not ruining this friday (which is often the worse day of your week along with monday)
You let out a sigh and took a sit in the first empty seat you could find. Thankfully no one decided to sit next to you today.
Putting on your headphones you let your mind wander along the music but a weird feeling engulfed you. It felt like you had forgotten something...
You quickly checked your bag to verify if you forgot your pencil case, notebook or lunch but no, everything seemed fine.
Except eating breakfast what could you possibly forget? You had no idea and just decided to shrug it off as one of those random feelings you can't explain.
After a good 20 minutes ride you arrived at your high-school and walked through the gate, looking for your best friend.
"Y/n!" Your head snapped to the other side and you finally saw her, leaning against the wall and waving at you.
As you walked closer to her you could see her eyeing you weirdly. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion "What?"
She stifled a laugh "Nothing" she answered with the fakest and most sarcastic smile you've ever seen on her which made you roll your eyes.
"Whatever. We have an hour before classes start, what do you want to do ?"
"Let's go to the library, i didn't do my science homework !" She dramatically said as she grasped your wrist and started to drag you along with her.
As you both are making your way to the library, you hear your name being called from behind you. You stop in your tracks, recognizing the owner of the voice. You turn around, trying your best to keep your composure. Before you was none other than your classmate but also longtime crush, Park Gunwook and his dear friend Kim Gyuvin.
They were both dressed in red
Wait.
You look between them and your laughing bestfriend who was also wearing a red top and that's when it hit you.
Today is the last day before Christmas holidays and your whole class agreed on wearing something red, except you didn't.
That's what you forgot this morning.
Your eyes widened as everything started to make sense
"Why didn't you show up in red Y/n ? Don't you have anything red ? Not even a lipstick??" Gyuvin whined half-jokingly, half-annoyed.
Your lips formed an awkward smile at his whining
"I completely forgot it was today ! I knew i was forgetting something this morning..."
you tried your best to justify yourself but the pout on Gyuvin's face only became more prominent as you spoke.
You looked at Gunwook who still hasn't said anything about your choice of outfit (which was literally a white pair of jeans and a black sweater, nothing close to red even in the slightest)
"Am I the only who forgot in the class ?" You asked panicked at the idea of being the one to mess this whole thing up.
Gyuvin simply nodded at your question which caused your eyes to almost jump out of their sockets.
You turned to your bestfriend and grabbed her shoulders. "You have to have something red you can give me for the day. A red ribbon or something!"
The amused look that was resting on her face from the situation quickly vanished away as she looked into your desperate eyes and realized that she didn't have a solution to your problem
You immediately understood her expression
"No.. you better be kidding me ! You always have spare clothes with you and the only time i need it, you don't ?!" You dramatically ask, hoping that she was just messing with you.
"I swear i d-"
"Y/n"
Ah yes, you almost forgot that the pair was still here watching you desperately shake your friend's shoulders.
You looked back to Gunwook, mentally cursing yourself for making a scene in front of him.
"I can give you my hoodie if you want"
"Huh" that was not supposed to be said out loud... "I mean ! You won't be fitting the theme anymore, i don't want-"
"It's okay I have a red shirt underneath it" he smiled
Fuck, you need to find something else to decline.
"But you'll be cold-"
You cut yourself as he started to take off his hoodie as if you didn't just reject his offer and that's when you realize that you can't do anything to change Park Gunwook's mind, the most stubborn man you've ever known.
He quickly put his messy hair back to it's original styled way before handing you his hoodie which you obviously refused again.
"No no its fine Gunwook i don't need it plus you'll get cold-"
"Don't worry about me" he grabbed your arm and hung the hoodie on it, fully aware that you wouldn't accept it if he didn't take action.
"Uh- Are you sure ??"
"Absolutely" he nodded, giving you the sweetest smile
"Well..Thank you"
He sent you another smile in response before your bestfriend hurried you to go to the library for her science homework.
You both bid farewell to the other two before parting ways
"And you better wear it Y/n ! Don't ruin the class spirit !" Gyuvin yelled and you could hear Gunwook hushing him with a "that's enough" which made you laugh.
Today is not that bad after all.
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The last bell rang signaling the end of school but also the beginning of holidays.
Today was... something.
Yes Gunwook gave you his sweater (which means you spent the whole day with his scent lingering on you) but this action had consequences : girls.
Did I mention how Gunwook is extremely good looking and charming and, well, extremely popular among girls ?
Well you wearing his sweater made a lot of noise. Some girls were envious, other jealous and of course a lot of people thought you guys were dating.
Needless to say you were flustered the whole day, mostly when Gunwook sent you all-knowing looks and small smiles from time to time.
You were happy but you also felt sorry for Gunwook. I mean, you don't think that his name being associated to yours would be a good thing for his reputation...
You walked around the school, frantically looking for Gunwook but you couldn't find him anywhere. Did he leave already ? How were you supposed to give him back his hoodie ?
In the distance you spotted one of his friends, a mutual friend, and thought he might know where Gunwook is.
"Ricky !"
"Y/n, Hi!" He warmly smiled
"Hi um do you perhaps know where Gunwook is ? Did he leave already ?"
Ricky smirked at your question and you know he was up to something mischievous
"Why are you looking for him?" He asked, his smirk expending
You deadpaned and showed him the hoodie you were wearing
"I just need to give this back to him, so do you know where he is ?"
He let out a laugh before going back to his serious self, "When i saw him, he told me he needed to check his locker"
You sighed in relief "Thank you Ricky, have a merry Christmas !" And you left before even hearing his answer.
You made your way to the locker area, by now the school was almost empty so you really wished he was still here.
As if the heavens heard your prayers, you saw him standing by his locker.
"Thank god" you sighed out
You quickened your pace until you reached him, startling him in the process
"Gosh Y/n you scared me" he laughed, his hand flying to his heart as a response to fear.
"Sorry" you laughed
You started to take off his hoodie, something you should have done at least 15 minutes ago but you honestly didn't want to take it off.
A hand reached to pull it back down and you looked at him confused
"Keep it"
"What?" You let out
"I said keep it"
"What why ? Have you not heard all these rumors spreading around-"
"But i kinda like the way they sound"
If it was possible your jaw would literally be on the floor right now.
What is going on?
Gunwook only smirked at your reaction
"What do you mean?" You tried your best to sound normal but the blush on your cheeks betrayed you
He messed your hair and laughed
"I'm taking you out on a date soon, let's make the rumors become reality" and with that he walked away and left you standing there, processing everything that just happened in a span of three minutes.
And it all started with a red sweater.
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Pleasant Interruptions
A/N: Hiii! This is my first smut fic and I decided to write a slightly niche category. As a big tiddy squishy woman, I can’t wait for people like me to have a fun fic to enjoy! Please let me know if you like it with some comments, and feel free to suggest new ideas as well! Thank you so so much to @non-binary-frogking , @tacobyell , and @zephyr-is-tired for helping me edit it means so much!
Larissa Weems x big tiddy squishy reader
Summary: Reader has some alone time after plans change and Larissa opens the door to an unexpected surprise.
Warnings: smut, dominant Larissa, submissive Reader, fingering, oral, sex toy, masturbation
You previously emailed your coworkers and boss that you would be out of town from Friday afternoon until Sunday night, as you wanted some time to relax and maybe explore Jericho. You planned to stay at the small motel in town, but upon seeing storm clouds form while you taught classes, you sadly canceled your reservation. The final bell rang, signifying the end of your work day. You pack up your things and return to the staff dormitories. Similar to the student rooms, your door opened directly into the bedroom. The only differences are the living space and kitchenette, identical to a studio apartment, and the attached full bathroom.
Grading the last assignment your students turned in today, you stand and strip off your work clothes. Pants, a shirt, and undergarments plop into the hamper and you sink into the center of your bed. Fridays typically offer plenty of alone time, so you decide to indulge in something you’ve needed all week.
Reaching over and opening your bedside table drawer, you grab your rabbit vibrator. Once you are comfortable laying against the pillows with your legs spread and a blanket to cover your lap, you move the vibrator between your parted thighs.
Switching it on with the hold of a button, you graze the tip against your clit. With a jolt and hitch of your breath, images of a certain woman begin taking over.
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Larissa stands in front of her desk while picking up paperwork to drop by your room. She remembers the email detailing your absence on campus for the weekend, deciding on placing the papers personally in your room. She thinks back to when she ran out of coffee creamer, and you kindly offered her your own.
“Hi Larissa! Oh wow, you drink black coffee? I always have creamer handy in my fridge.”
Larissa looks up from the outdoor picnic table, a lovely fall day perfect for enjoying the quiet morning before classes. The slightly chilly air is opposed by sunbeams shining through gaps in the clouds.
“Good morning y/n, I seem to have run out of creamer so I resorted to foregoing it today. Maybe I will have to keep an extra just in case.”
She can’t help but smile at how you stand facing her, the sun hitting your hair and skin, causing a slight glow to your features. She is abruptly ripped from her trance by your voice.
“Oh don’t worry! I leave my room unlocked often since the staff wing is already behind lock and key. Feel free to stop by my room and help yourself to however much creamer you need!”
You secretly hope Larissa will come by and spend time with you. Deep within your heart, you long for the beautiful woman to see you as more than a coworker. Her sweet personality, gorgeous body, caring nature, and so much more leaves you completely and utterly infatuated with her. But she hadn’t a clue.
On the other hand, Larissa felt the same. She is your superior, but you treated each other respectfully and don’t see each other as worker and boss. You regard each other with equality and helpfulness, always doing favors for each other out of kindness. Like when you rushed to her office after lunch to bring her coffee she forgot in the break room. And when Larissa popped into your classroom to give you the freshly printed packets you left on her desk.
Larissa smiles at you gratefully, setting her cup on the table and beginning to rise from her seat.
“Thank you darling, that is quite sweet of you. I might have to take you up on that offer. I must be heading back to my office now but I will be sure to stop by in case I ever need to borrow some creamer. Have a lovely day y/n!”
“Since you will be out of town anyway, leaving the papers on your kitchen counter or living room table would be appropriate,” she muses.
Larissa’s signature heels clack against the floors, giving the woman even more height to her 6’3 figure. She enters the staff wing, walks down the long hallway past her room, and stops in front of your door. She notices your adorable name tag; a small flower is drawn on paper next to neat handwriting spelling out your name. Smiling to herself, Larissa turns the knob and pushes the door in. What she sees stuns her into a frozen state of shock.
There you are, lap covered in a plush blanket, thrusting away with something under it. Your head is lolled to the side, expression blissful with your eyes shut tight and mouth open. Larissa realizes that you are too lost in pleasure to notice her or hear her enter the room. Wet smacks of the vibrator echo throughout the air, your whimpers sending heat straight into Larissa’s face. Your breasts are slightly visible, the blanket hiding most of your skin from her view, but she can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples and the way they bounce mesmerizingly. Highly aroused, Larissa brings the papers to cover her mouth which is agape in awe. A throbbing is felt between her thighs and wetness begins to gather there.
The pace speeds up as your arm visibly quickens, and Larissa can tell you are close to orgasm. What she hears next causes her to lose all self-restraint.
“Fuck, Ris- Rissa I’m close-”
As you chase your high, you release stuttered gasps, pants, and whines. Larissa’s lust for you now outweighs all control. Any embarrassment she has from walking in on you masturbating is gone. Long, creamy thighs clench together to offer relief for her aching center. With a hushed voice, Larissa mutters to herself,
“Fuck.”
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Your eyes shoot open and your hand holds the power button for your toy to stop the vibrations immediately. Pulling the length out of you, your eyes catch the source of the voice you just heard.
Larissa. Of course, it has to be the one woman that you are secretly in love with. Remembering that you moaned out her name only seconds before, you panic. You cover your body with the blanket as fast as you can, hiding your breasts and naked body from her view. Tears threaten to fall upon your cheeks, the vulnerability of being caught in such a position making you feel ashamed and scared.
In an attempt to comfort yourself and apologize to the woman who just witnessed you pleasuring yourself, you quietly repeat, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.
“Hey darling, it’s okay. Look at me love, look at me.”
Your eyes find hers and that is when you notice her appearance. Her pupils are blown wide and her thighs are pushed together tightly as if soothing the ache between them. Red colors her cheeks and her chest heaves, trying to control her breathing.
“I thought you were out of town so I stopped by to drop off your papers. I had no idea you were here. I... I am pleased that you are, though.”
She sets the papers on your countertop and visibly takes a deep breath. Unbeknownst to you, she is gathering the courage to say what she is about to say.
“Please don’t cover yourself y/n- you are stunning. W-would you like me to help you? I know you probably weren’t expecting me to react this way, but I am flattered and absolutely dripping right now. Please- please let me help.”
Shock and relief fill you, along with excitement and happiness, knowing that the woman you wished to have a chance with is attracted to you. Still feeling vulnerable, all you do is flush and nod your consent at her offer.
Coming to the side of your bed, Larissa lowers herself down on your left. She lays on her side, propping herself up on an elbow and sees how shy you look.
“Darling, may I kiss you? You’re adorable like this. Look at those pink cheeks of yours! No need to be shy, you are safe with me. My sweet girl.”
You turn your body slightly, moving your face right before hers. Those bright red lips that you constantly dreamt of are now inches away from your own. Sky-blue eyes hold comfort and care, and your heart feels secure with trust.
“Please,” you plead.
She takes the hand that isn’t propping her up and delicately brings it to the back of your head, pushing your face to hers. Instant softness, warmth, and giddiness flood you. Her lips are pillowy and plump, heating your mouth against hers, and you whine faintly. A wide smile overtakes your face and she laughs melodiously when she feels it, pulling away to study your bashful expression with twinkling eyes. Suddenly, you see her focus on something else entirely. During the kiss, your blanket lowered to reveal the top of your breasts.
Larissa’s eyes darken with hunger. You start to get insecure since you have a larger chest than most, so your breasts are less perky or firm than smaller ones. Pulling the blanket to cover them in fear of Larissa not liking them, you pause with the blanket up to your collarbone when her hand covers yours, stopping you in your tracks.
“Now, y/n, why would you ever want to cover those? I promise you, there is no need to hide yourself from me. I have been attracted to every part of you for some time now darling, including your curves, and hoping you shared my interest in pursuing a relationship.”
Like a burst of hope and light, your heart speeds up at her admission, making your chest heat and confidence grow.
“I’m sorry Rissa, I am insecure about my body. All I ask is that you are reassuring and sweet with me so I can feel most comfortable. I trust you and you can pull the blanket down now. They might be bigger than you expected, I do my best to hide them away in my outfits.”
She brings her hand to your cheek and rubs her thumb over your skin, comforting you while giving you a tender look.
“I give you my word that I will go slow and show you how beautiful you are. My dove, how could I possibly dislike anything about you? My sweet girl, you just lay back and look pretty for me, alright sweetheart?”
With a quick nod to signify your consent, Larissa again places her hand on the blanket and lowers it.
Large, full breasts are revealed, making her mouth water and her heart race. Your nipples harden in the air and she stares at them, entranced. You have stretch marks on the upper sides and large areolas. They sag slightly from their weight, resting apart and looking soft like the perfect natural pillows.
“Oh my, look at these- I could worship them endlessly. So full and round- god, they’re huge!”
An instant blush takes over your face, neck, and upper chest. Larissa sees this and smirks knowingly, glad her praise made you feel reassured and flustered.
“Really? They aren’t… too big?”
Back is the soft gaze from the woman above you, although her dilated pupils betray her otherwise adoring demeanor. She waits patiently, ready to answer your insecurities with reassurance and honesty.
“My dear, there is no such thing as ‘too big’ and they are perfect. I’m practically drooling at the sight of them. You must know that although you try to cover them, I’ve found myself staring at your cleavage often while you aren’t looking. And now, finally seeing them is making me insanely aroused.”
You feel something unfamiliar, a hint of acceptance in yourself, but mostly pride at making Larissa feel so needy at just the sight of you. Puppy eyes filled with love stare at her stunning face. She notices, and with a grin, places a loving kiss on your lips.
“May I touch them, love?”
“Yes, please,” you whisper.
She turns her head downwards and gently cups your left breast, squeezing softly. Her eyes never leave your chest, almost glued to it, not wanting to miss a second. She lowers her head to your nipple and places light kisses on it, coaxing the bud to harden completely under her lips. Her hand drifts to your right breast and pinches your other nipple faintly, now both sensitive and standing at attention.
Peering at your face while teasing you with her lips, she sees how content you are with the attention you’re receiving, yet restless, wanting more. You look back and beg shamelessly, thankful that she is giving you the touch you’ve desired for so long.
“Please, use your mouth… need you-”
Larissa wouldn’t dare deprive you of what you deserve, nor would she want to tease you when she promised to be gentle, so she reaches her tongue out and kitten-licks your bud. She repeats the motion, drawing the faintest moans from you while your body squirms from the sensation. Your nerves enter a frenzy while warmth shoots down to your core, making your clit throb intensely. She takes your nipple into her mouth and sucks while rolling on the right one between her fingers. Back arching and moaning desperately, you become louder and push your breasts further into her touch. Now, she moves to the other nipple and before latching on, says breathlessly,
“You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, my love, they are positively delicious.”
Her mouth latches on, circling your areola with her tongue and suckling like she is addicted to your taste.
“Oh god- Rissa that feels so good,” You exclaim at her skillful mouth and fingers.
She releases your bud with a pop. Once she sees how impatient you are, with your face partly scrunched in pleasure and your eyes wide and begging silently, she hears you. Almost too quiet for her to hear, you mutter “please” nonstop, so sensitive and desperate that your words are hushed from focusing on how she feels.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m going to take care of you. First, let me get rid of this blanket.”
You smile, but your face drops at remembering your body. Your thighs, hips, and stomach are all parts of you that you hide, insecurity is now at the forefront of your mind, and you anxiously tremble.
“Wait- Riss I’m… I’m not sure you’d want to see me. I’ve got some squishy parts like my tummy and I am very self-conscious…”
Larissa pauses, taking your cheek in her palm, and says so sweetly yet seriously,
“Darling, I promise you that no matter how you look, you’re perfect in my eyes. Besides, I like my women with curves and everything that comes with them, I find it ravishing.”
She throws you a wink but remains genuine, making you comfortable to continue.
“Okay Rissa, thank you. I trust you.”
Tender hands grasp the blanket and pull it down to reveal a slightly chubby stomach that she instantly adores and wide hips with hip dips and stretch marks, down to thick thighs with cellulite.
“Baby, you’re beyond stunning, look at how soft and curvy you are. I can’t wait to kiss and touch every inch and show how I admire all of you.”
You beam at her and she moves to kneel between your legs with her upper body, hovering above. She kisses you, starting at your lips, along your neck, between your breasts, slowly descending your stomach, and eventually just above where you throb steadily. She runs her fingertips along your sides, hips, and thighs until you shiver. Larissa looks up at you from her place between your parted thighs and finally presses her lips on your center. Her breath heats your core, and her tongue darts out to lick between your lips. The tip of her tongue nudges your clit, and your back arches, a moan slipping from your mouth. Continuing her licks and now sucking on your clit, two fingers gather your wetness and push into your entrance.
With a groan at the stretch, you look down at her, a smirk apparent on her face. She winks and starts thrusting in and out until your head falls back again, moaning deeply. She builds you up again with flicks of her tongue on your clit and a steady pace of her fingers pushing in and out. She stops suddenly, making you whine.
“Hold on love, I can’t help but give these some attention. So mesmerizing when they bounce for me.”
Larissa leans over you again to kiss, bite, and suck on your breasts. Although you are a mewling mess, you immediately notice when something presses against your entrance, and you realize that she picked up the rabbit vibrator to hold it against you. When she sucks one nipple into your mouth and tugs, she shoves the length into your sopping hole.
You gasp loudly and grip the sheets, bracing yourself as she starts fucking you at a quick pace. Your wetness makes a loud squelching sound that drives Larissa insane. She lifts her head to look at you and feels her rough pounding should be matched with praise.
“You take it so well darling, I can hear how fucking wet you are. Such a needy girl aren’t you? You look so pretty when I fuck you, I’ll have to do this as often as I can to see what a good girl you can be for me.”
You visibly quiver at her words, and they bring you closer to the edge. Larissa kisses your lips passionately, and right as she turns the vibrator on, she whispers in your ear,
“Cum for me my love, be a good girl.”
You explode and shut your eyes tight as she fucks you through your orgasm and keeps whispering praises.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good for me.”
“Good girl, make a mess.”
“So beautiful, yes baby, just like that.”
The vibrator turns off when your breathing evens out, Larissa keeping you from feeling overstimulated. You keep your eyes closed as your body fully relaxes under her. She slowly pulls the toy from inside you, and you groan slightly at becoming empty. She places the toy on the dresser atop a towel you prepared earlier and lays again on her side, propped up to view your post-orgasm state.
Your eyes are already on her, with fondness and love shining through. Larissa smiles and kisses your nose.
“You’re adorable dearest, even when you are all messy and red. Do you mind if I stay here and hold you?”
You answer promptly,
“Thank you Riss, you look gorgeous as always. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and safe. I would love it if you stay and please spend the night if you are comfortable with that.”
“I would love to… and y/n? You have nothing to be self-conscious about. If anything, you need to be prepared for how obsessed I am with your body.”
You chuckle, and she continues.
“Let me take care of you tonight and I might need to use those incredible pillows of yours to lay on while I sleep.”
You laugh again with her and decide to turn things around.
“Why don’t you get undressed so I’m not the only one naked here? Although… I don’t know if I can resist what I’ll see...”
“Oh? That won’t be a problem at all. We have plenty more to do before we sleep,” she says with a mischievous grin.
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Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)
Rating: Teen
Tags: dinner "date", a little bit of comedy turns into a whole lot of angst, girl these bitches don't know how to process OR express their feelings, secondo is a real one, terzo's subtle matchmaking hard at work as always
Words: 2,862
Summary: You finally decide to cash in your favor.
a/n: inspired by my quest to find a book for my capstone and only being able to locate a copy in italian. copia, my heroic translator.
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“Hey Copia, I–oh!”
You realize a moment too late that you’ve barged into Cardinal Copia’s office without knocking in your eagerness to get to the man in question. Papa Secondo is standing with his arms crossed in his green and black robes (no mitre in sight) looking at you with his brows pulled together in a frown. Copia, looking like a startled version of one of his own rats, stands up hastily.
“I’m so sorry,” you squeak, backing out of the room but Secondo is already moving towards you. Every time you see him in full regalia with his paints you have a hard time equating it to the man who casually made you the best bolognese of your life. When he descends upon you, you feel so small. Out of all the papas, he is easily the most intimidating. You look up into the signature Emeritus gaze and after a beat, his withering expression fades and he gives you a slow, very deliberate wink.
“Cardinale, I will discuss our matter with you later. Piccolina…” he intones ominously before snagging your hand and raising to his lips in a brief kiss, “arrivederci.”
And with that Secondo Emeritus dramatically sweeps from the room, shutting the door behind him. Copia is standing stock-still behind his desk, looking vaguely horrified.
“Copia I am so sorry I forgot to knock, I’ve just been in my head all day and was so anxious to tell you–”
“Tell me what, cara?” He resumes his seat and gestures for you to take the one opposite him.
“Well…I suppose not really tell you. I…er…I would like to cash in my favor.”
The cardinal’s interest is immediately grabbed and he scoots forward in his seat to lean his elbows on the desk and intertwine his fingers. There’s color high on his freckled cheeks and he seems breathless when he finally speaks.
“What–” Copia clears his throat when the word comes out embarrassingly high pitched, “what do you have in mind?”
You take a deep breath. “Okay so. Imperator gave me permission to use Ministry funds to purchase a very rare, very important book for collections research, right?”
Copia nods, unsure of where this is going.
“The thing is…it’s entirely in Italian. And there are quite literally no available translations anywhere so I was wondering if you…could assist.”
The cardinal deflates a little and you’re slightly perplexed.
“Are you…are you sure that’s what you want to use your favor on?”
Oh, you know exactly what you’d really like to use your favor on. Something involving those plump painted lips and gloved hands spreading you open and—
Anyway.
“Yeah well I figured it’s going to be quite an undertaking having you read me this book while I transcribe notes. Not something I’d bother you with under any other circumstances. And if you don’t want to do it that’s fine, I can always ask one of the Italian speaking siblings or–”
“Naturalmente, I’ll do it,” he says quickly, completely banishing the idea of seeking outside help from your mind, “eh…when would you like to begin?”
“Oh the book won’t be here for a couple of weeks still but maybe we could use our Friday game night? You can just read to me until you’re tired of it or we’re both tired of it.”
Copia nods slowly, and you still sense a level of disappointment from him. Odd.
“I’ll um,” you say, fidgeting with a pen on his desk, “I’ll cook for you.”
Your attempt to sweeten the deal earns a snort of laughter from Copia, which causes you to pout.
“What? I can cook!”
“You burned the bruschetta for the dinner we had with the Papas.”
Your cheeks light up as you frown deeply at him.
“Okay, now that you’re such a doubting Thomas about it,” you smirk, leaning back in your chair, “I’ll make you anything you say. Name it.”
Copia looks almost impressed as he considers your offer.
“Eh…alright. Cacio e pepe.”
You smack your palms flat against the worktop of his desk. “Done. Just you wait, you’ll show up and I’ll have dinner, maybe a little chianti…”
“Sounds awfully romantic, cara. Do you perhaps have other intentions?”
His eyes are glittering mischievously, clearly teasing you, but your cheeks heat up all the same. Okay, so maybe you did have other intentions. Yes, you need him to translate this book for you but also…it sounds nice. Just the two of you, sitting on your couch eating pasta and reading about the creation of infernal art in Baroque Rome. When you realize his mismatched gaze has been staring at you for several moments, you laugh nervously.
“Copia, I promise I don’t have any designs on your…uh…virtue.”
He chuckles at this, leaning back and folding his hands over his stomach.
“Cara, I would be a poor Satanic cardinal indeed if I had any virtue left.”
“I don’t know, you’ve been awfully patient with me during this conversation. And you’re so diligent about your work. And incredibly kind. I think you’re still redeemable.”
When he scoffs and waves his hand, cheeks red, you stand up and make for the door.
“I’ll keep you posted about when the book arrives okay?”
“Sì, sì,” he says, straightening in his chair and shuffling paperwork.
“Looking forward to our date,” you say with a smirk, making sure to catch a glimpse of his eyes going wide and face going red as you flounce out the door.
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Eleven days pass when you delicately unwrap the book from its secure packaging in your office. Holding it in hand, you use your dark red fingernail to trace the embossed title. After a moment, you set it down and pick up your phone to text Copia.
Book’s here. Tomorrow night? 6:00?
Looking forward to it, mia cara.
C
The endearment still makes you warm and fuzzy inside and you take a moment to revel in the feeling before the weight of reality comes crashing down on you.
You have no fucking clue how to make cacio e pepe.
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Catching Secondo away from his brothers or outside of Ministry duties is a difficult beast. You have one chance to time it right and snag him in his office before his confession duties start and he is waylaid by siblings wishing to share their sins and desires with him. Lurking around the corner, you watch as another cardinal you are unfamiliar with leaves Secondo’s office and once he is out of sight, you bolt for the door. It hasn’t even fully closed yet when you’re knocking rapidly on it, waiting in the threshold. Secondo whirls around behind his desk and when his eyes land on you, he smirks.
“You’ve learned to knock before entering rooms now, I see,” he says, placing his hands on his desk and leaning forward.
“Uh…yeah. Sorry about that. Great to see you and all but I have a big favor to ask of you. Huge.”
Secondo leans back and his face relaxes into a neutral expression.
“Don’t you usually ask il tuo cardinale for favors?”
Your Italian is shit but you pick that up loud and clear. Your cardinal.
“Haha yeah see the favor is sort of about him, you know?”
When he gestures for you to continue your tale of woe the words spill out of your mouth at an alarming rate, “I promised him I would make him dinner and I can’t cook for shit and he requested cacio e pepe and I was wondering if you could teach me?”
He looks both stunned and impressed by the speed at which you relay your request, but after a moment his face schools into a soft smile.
“Piccolina,” he begins, walking over to you, “I’ll do you one better, I’ll make it for you. Our little secret, no? When is this engagement with the cardinal?”
You want to cry, you're so relieved and thankful and without thinking, you throw your arms around him, squeezing tight. He stumbles backwards a little from the force with which you have flung yourself at him, but he pats you on the back all the same.
“Secondo, I could kiss you right now,” you sigh into his vestments before pulling back. He’s looking at you with a peculiar little knowing half smile.
“Normally I would take you up on that offer but,” he pauses, bringing his hands together, “I am not who you are destined for, sì?”
You start to ask what exactly he means by that little cryptic comment when he’s ushering you out the door and into the hall.
“It’s at six, tomorrow night. Secondo thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re a reputation saver.”
He steps out too and begins to walk into the direction of the chapel while you blow an abundance of air kisses at him, which he catches with the most stoic of faces.
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As promised, Secondo delivers the still-hot pasta at 5:45, just in time for you to put the pot on the stove to make it look legitimate. You texted Copia earlier, telling him to dress casual. You’ve put on one of your nicer pairs of black leggings and a cut up shirt from the Ghost project, which you’ve recently acquired from Terzo. The book is resting on your hastily tidied coffee table, along with your laptop. You’ve got the chianti, as promised - a good bottle too - another gift from Terzo. Nervously you uncork the bottle and set it on the counter to let it breathe while you wait for his arrival. When his knocks sound on your door you nearly jump out of your skin before padding over to open it. You fling it open and there he is, il tuo cardinale, and you can’t help but smile at his outfit. You’ve never in all your months at the abbey seen him dress casual, and his version is perfectly delightful. He’s wearing a matching loose red tracksuit with a black t-shirt on underneath, gloves still on his hands and his pristine black dress shoes on his feet. You’re so incredibly charmed by his appearance you forget to move aside to let him in until he makes a nervous noise and gestures into your quarters.
“Hi! Sorry! Please come in!”
You pull away to go “check” on the pasta as he shuffles into your space and closes the door behind him.
“Smells good,” he comments as he moves towards your small kitchen space.
“Doesn’t it?” you preen, pouring a generous amount of wine into his glass before handing it off to him. He swirls it around and leans his perfect pointed nose into the glass to inhale, before pulling back looking impressed.
“Terzo gave it to me,” you comment, pouring yourself a glass, “You like it?”
“Very good,” he says, looking at the bottle, “how kind of Papa Terzo to give you one of my favorites.”
You halt your pouring and look over to him. Once again you are struck by Terzo’s preternatural ability to steer you in Copia’s direction in one way or another. Honestly, it’s getting to the point where you should write him a thank you note every time it happens.
“Please, go take a seat, I’ll dish you up some pasta,” you say, ushering him over to the small living room while he takes both glasses in his hands. Taking two plates from a cabinet you make sure to scoop the pasta and twirl it artfully on the white porcelain. A little sprinkle of pecorino romano, as per Secondo’s instruction, et voila. Perfection. You dish out your portion and grab a couple forks and walk over to the couch, presenting his plate with a flourish.
“Cacio e pepe, as promised,” you murmur, taking a seat on the other end of the sofa and sitting criss-cross. You don’t take a bite until Copia has, watching him slowly chew and contemplate the meal.
“Bellissima,” he finally says as he gathers another forkful, “I take back my unkind words about your cooking skills. Although, I do have to say there is something…familiar about this dish.”
You stop mid chew and look up at him silently with wide eyes before swallowing and laughing nervously.
“Old family recipe,” you comment, before hastily adding, “not my family recipe I mean, but…someone’s certainly. Right?”
You’re not lying to him, technically but you make sure to dodge eye contact with him throughout the rest of the meal. Some time later when the two of you finish and you gather your plates to put them in the sink, you miss Copia smiling to himself knowingly as he sips his wine. You return with the bottle, refilling both your glasses before situating yourself comfortably and pulling your laptop over.
“Ready?” you say, firing up your word processor.
He nods, and picks up the old book, handling it with great care before opening it and settling on the first page. Listening to him is…wonderful. He intersperses his English translation with bits of the original Italian, and the way his tongue wraps around the words and the extra flourish with which he rolls his r’s makes you sigh dreamily. At times, you get so caught up in simply listening to him speak that you forget to type out your notes and have to ask him to pause so you can recalibrate your brain to the task. The bottle of wine goes quickly, and the contents go straight to your head. You can feel your cheeks and chest flush and you know your filter is gone when you interrupt him to speak.
“I love listening to you talk,” you smile, leaning your head onto the back cushion of the couch.
Copia looks flabbergasted, face heating up to match yours and it takes all your willpower to not move your computer aside and climb into his lap. You can think of no one else who deserves to be kissed more than he. Always so patient with you, so kind. You know you’re looking at him funny because he nervously looks away as if he’s afraid of what could happen next.
“Eh…I think I should go,” he says, closing the book and rising from the couch as your smile slips. Now look at what you’ve done, you think bitterly, you’re scaring him off. The liquor is making your head spin and you want to cry at how stupid you’ve been. This is how it always is with the two of you, you always talk a big flirtatious game but when he comes down to it, neither of you will pull the trigger. Imagine how you would have looked trying to kiss him, the voice in your head laughs, your wine-stained lips clumsily searching for his. He’s a satanic Cardinal, get real. You have to dig your fingernails into the meat of your palm to keep yourself from crying as you stand up and follow him to the door.
“Thank you, cara,” he murmurs after you open it for him. “I am…I am very tired all of a sudden. The wine, you see. Very powerful stuff.”
You nod in agreement with a stiff smile, looking past him. He seems to pick up on your shift in mood, and gently takes your hands into his gloved ones.
“Dolcezza,” he begins, gazing at you earnestly, “ragazza meravigliosa. I…”
He falters, unsure of what to say or perhaps, how to say what he wants to tell you. Be brave, you think, be fucking brave and do something for once. Before he can stutter out anything more you place your hand softly on his cheek and hold it there for a moment, content to feel the warmth of his skin. He exhales deeply and shakily as you run your thumb over his freckled cheekbone. Before any other voices inside you can tell you to do otherwise, you lean in and press a sweet, lingering kiss to his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted, you have after all done this exact thing before in a drunken state, but this time feels…different. When you finally pull away, your breath ghosts over his lips and he lets out a miniscule noise.
“For being you, Copia,” you say, “thank you. For everything, always.”
He looks as if he could burst into tears at any moment and you look away, allowing him time to gather himself. When he clears his throat and claps his hands together, you look back at him with a bright smile. The moment is gone and you both return to playing pretend about your true emotions.
“We can…uh…finish this later, sì? I hope what we’ve done so far helps.”
“It does, thank you Cardinal. I’ll see you later, okay?”
He nods, still wearing the mask he so carefully puts on in moments like this.
“Bene. Goodnight, cara. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Copia,” you say, heart sinking as you watch him walk down the corridor and you shut your door. Sighing, you lower yourself to the floor with your back against it, looking around the small apartment.
Bravery does not come easily to either of you, it seems.
But that doesn’t mean you’ll stop trying.
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I'll Know
Tendou Satori x Female!Reader
Warnings: Language, outdoor blowjob, creampie, cum swallowing, oral (male and female receiving), lots and lots of praise!! I wrote Satori as reader's first intimate partner! Just smutty smut smut smut lolol
Word Count: 3.3k
Author's note: Oh my god, it's been so so long since I've posted a fic on here this is insane. College and life have been so so hectic and I completely forgot about the page Mod Kenma and I made :,) Mod Kenma is so good with keeping consistent and everything on here and I'm going to try and do the same since I've found myself writing with them a lot more now! I'm so sorry for the long hiatus, but I wrote this fic a couple of weeks ago and thought it would be a nice way to start my comeback! I hope you all know that you're more than welcome to request anything from me, just make sure you specify that you want it written by me haha! I hope you enjoy the smut, I had so much fun writing it!!
I'd love to hear everyone's feedback on this, so don't hesitate to let me know on how I can make things better or if you enjoyed it!
~Mod Shoyo <3
The bright lights of Shiratorizawa’s gym hurt Y/N’s eyes as she walked inside. Today, the volleyball club was going to be hosting a late night practice. Normally, Friday nights were reserved for date nights between Y/N and Satori, but she never ever minded coming to watch Tendou practice. There was no hiding how she really felt about watching him practice.
It got her going.
Something about her tall, lanky boyfriend sweating his ass off playing sports just did something to her. She was well aware of this feeling and found it slightly funny every time Satori tried to push practice to the side for her. “Now, why would you do that, ‘Tori? Volleyball is your passion. I really don’t mind staying for a couple hours to watch you and then getting to hang out with you after!”
Tendou always appreciated Y/N so much more when she said things like that. Little did he know that he was only fueling her drive to chase him. To jump his bones the second that he was finished with his practice. Tonight was no different. Y/N came waltzing into the gym in her black t-shirt dress, her eyes darting across every single body she saw to search for her boyfriend. The second that Tendou noticed her, his posture stiffened and he made a bee-line straight towards her.
“Well, look at you in that black dress of yours,” Tendou flirted, his tone light and playful but his voice was resting in a deeper part of his throat. “Don’t you look delicious.”
Y/N blushed and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. He smirked against her kiss and brought his right arm around her waist to pull her close to him while his other arm carried his water bottle. The second they pulled away, she could already feel herself getting riled up. His normally spiked up hair was sitting slightly damp now. Most of it was still intact, but some of the front strands were sticking to his forehead, absolutely drenched in sweat.
“How’s practice going, baby?” Y/N smiled, her eyes too focused on his sweat than his actual ruby orbs.
“Coach had us do some punishments because Goshiki didn’t receive a ball correctly,” Tendou tossed a look over to Goshiki who was cowering in a corner, gripping a ball tightly in between his hands cursing himself. “Other than that, It’s going pretty average.”
Y/N smiled and nodded her head. “Well, go knock ‘em dead baby, I’ll be right here watching!”
Tendou grinned from ear to ear and stooped down to press one last kiss to her lips. As Tendou turned on his heel to start running back, Y/N leaned forward and laid a harsh slap on his ass to motivate him. Tendou turned slowly with a smirk and walked back towards her. He towered over her like a skyscraper, looking down on her with the most shit-eating grin she’d ever seen.
“My turn.”
Before she had any time to think, Satori's hand was unleashing the most pain-inducing, heartstopping, panty dropping slap on her ass. She yelped and listened to the sound echo throughout the gym. His palm remained on her right cheek, she could feel his fingers curl up and feel around. He jumped slightly, then leaned down to get his lips right next to her ear.
“You dirty girl,” He whispered huskily. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she could feel the heat between her legs growing. “No panties huh? And were you thinking about telling me?”
Y/N gulped and turned to the side slightly.
“It was supposed to be a surprise after practice.”
Tendou hummed. He turned on his heel once more and walked away. His shoes squeaking against the gym floor slowly dissipating gave her the ‘okay’ to finally relax. Y/N made her way over to one of the courtside benches and took a seat. With her legs crossed, she let her eyes linger on her red-head boyfriend.
The middle blocker was working overtime tonight. His guesses were on point, every single possible hunch he could have had about a spiker’s decisions were completely right. She could only imagine the type of psycho-analysis that was going on in his head right now, how meticulous he had to be in order to block everyone on the other side of the net.
She was wrong.
Tendou was on his game because he knew that she was watching him. He could feel her eyes lingering on him, only paying attention to his movements and no one else’s. Who was she, to sit on that damn bench with no panties on in front of all of his teammates. He could only imagine the juices that were marinating in her cunt right now, he was salivating at the thought of it. His hunger was only fueling his movements, a snide smirk resting on his face.
One of the managers rushed around giving all of the players’ some towels to wipe themselves off. Once Tendou was handed his own, he turned slightly and noticed Y/N had taken some extra interest in watching him. He scoffed and pressed the towel against his forehead and neck, wiping off all the remnants of his hard work. Y/N licked her lips and didn’t let her gaze falter for a second. Tendou’s legs carried him over towards his girlfriend once more. His aura was radiating pure starvation. He couldn’t even keep eye contact with her for more than a millisecond before letting his eyes drop down to her crossed legs. He could feel himself get hard just knowing that he was the only one that got to spread those legs. To see what was beyond her gorgeous thighs.
He tossed the towel at her nonchalantly. “Hold this for me, would you baby? Just a little while longer.”
Y/N was quick to catch the towel and let it rest in her lap. She could feel herself getting warmer, at this point she started to regret not wearing underwear. She knew that she was going to spill the juices that Satori claimed as his all over the floor once she stood up, but for right now. At this very moment. She could care less. Her mind was turning into mush, and it didn’t help that Tendou would toss her looks in between practice sets.
Her pussy was aching. Tendou had been her very first intimate partner, and she loved the idea that her pussy was molded into a hole that fit his dick perfectly. She was growing more restless by the second, counting down each second that went by that Tendou wasn’t rearranging her intestines. Finally, like a bright light shining down from the heavens, practice was called to an end and everyone started to pack up the equipment and their things. Once everyone was finally done with their chores, Tendou slowly made his way back to his girlfriend.
“Can I see that towel in your lap, pretty girl?” Tendou grinned, holding his hand out in front of her. She nodded and dropped the towel into his palm. “Thank you darling~”
As Tendou wiped his face again, Y/N was fuming. Her entire body was quivering with nothing short of pure lust for Satori. And the worst part of it all, was she knew that he was teasing her. He was dragging his feet when he walked, he was taking his time to get each individual bead of sweat off of his face, he knew that she was dying for his touch.
“Alright baby, let’s go. Are you ready?” Y/N didn’t give him any time to change his mind. She was off the bench and ready to go with her purse at the sound of his voice.
Tendou chuckled and draped an arm loosely around her shoulders, pulling her close to him as he slung his duffel bag over his left shoulder. They had finally made it outside the gym. Sure, they only took one step outside, but Y/N was practically dizzy with how much fresh air was hitting her face right now. Before they could walk any further, Tendou stopped them both in their tracks.
“Oops! I forgot my jacket on the bench, I’ll be right back love,”
Y/N was fed up. She was seething, begging to be touched and he kept setting them back. She looked to her left and noticed a corner that the lights weren’t hitting. She moved into the shadows and waited patiently for Tendou’s figure to walk out the door. After watching most of his teammates leave with their bags and set off on their journey’s back home, Y/N was ready to get what she wanted.
The second she could smell his after-practice musk, she grabbed hold of his arm and yanked him into the corner with her. Tendou looked down at her with a cocky smirk and raised an eyebrow. “And what’s this about?” She looked up into his fiery ruby orbs and made no sound.
Her fingers grabbed hold of the band of his practice shorts and looped a finger into the band of his briefs before using all the strength she had to yank them down his legs. His cock sprung to life before her very eyes and she found some sort of relief in knowing that he was just as worked up as she was. She licked her lips and nearly drooled at his feet just at the mere sight. His tip was swollen, his shaft curved upwards, it was a gorgeous sight to see. Tendou gulped before finally speaking.
“Suck it.”
Y/N had already gathered up all the spit she could in her mouth. She spat onto his cock and didn’t even bother to start to stroke him. She took his entire dick in her mouth and felt his tip hit the back of her mouth. She had no strength to push her legs together anymore and slowly just let them spread apart. Her knees were starting to burn from the small rocks and pebbles that had littered the sidewalk, but she was too busy drowning in her horniness to care. The guttural groan that left Tendou’s mouth as she deep throated him was enough to send her over the edge. Her head was bobbing up and down his shaft, her lips gliding across his drenched cock.
“Fu-fuck baby. Take this cock like a good girl,” Tendou sighed heavily. “Fuck, you suck me off so good baby.”
The words of encouragement egged her on, pushing her to grip whatever wasn’t covered by her mouth with her hands and begin to stroke while she sucked. Tendou nearly banged his head into the wall from the immense pleasure that took over him. He was trying so hard not to cum down her throat as fast as he wanted to. Y/N knew that he was holding himself back, but she didn’t bother to berate him or tease him for it. What mattered was that she had his cock in her mouth and she was going to swallow every last drop of cum he had to offer.
She could feel him twitch in her mouth, every vein that was ready to burst getting eased with the coolness of her saliva. She deep throated once more and felt some pre-cum slide down her tongue. She pulled her mouth off of his dick, still stroking him with one hand while she popped his cleanly shaven balls in her mouth. Tendou clamped a hand over his mouth to try and prevent the loud groan that fell from his lips; even covered by his hand his moan was loud enough to get some stares.
Y/N moved back up to eye-level with his cock and spread her hot mouth all over it once more. She bobbed her head as fast as she could, feeling his dick twitch faster than before. It wasn’t until Tendou’s sweet groan entered her ears that she realized he had painted the back of her throat with his cum. She pulled herself off of his dick for the last time, snot falling from her nose, tears falling from her damp eyelashes and down her swollen cheeks.
Tendou looked down and moved her loose hair out of her face, watching her tongue fall out of her mouth still covered in his cum. Within a second, she swallowed whatever of his load was leftover in her mouth and let her body slump. Tendou noticed her relaxed nature and immediately lifted her up into his arms.
“Don’t think this is over. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when we get back to my dorm.” Y/N laid in his arms completely lifeless, her mind still only focused on the pleasure she had given her boyfriend just now.
She had no concept of time, or even realized how much time she had taken to suck him off outside of the gym, but none of it mattered. It wasn’t until he threw her onto his bed that she snapped back to reality. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed with a red color, her legs could barely stay closed. Tendou was huffing, heavily breathing as he threw his shirt over his head and tugged his boxers down once more. He didn’t bother to take Y/N’s dress off. What was the point if he had easy access anyways?
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of this pussy,” Tendou growled, pressing lazy kisses to the sides of her neck. “My pussy.”
Y/N’s ears were ringing. The second she felt his lips on her neck her entire body went into shock. She felt so sensitive, anywhere he touched immediately made her quiver. She wanted to take every piece of clothing off of her, she felt like she was roasting in 100 degree summer heat. Tendou’s long, slender fingers wrapped around her knees and yanked her legs apart. His eyes widened and he stared at her glistening pussy like it was a gift given to him by god. And it was. Tendou licked his lips and fell to his knees. He gripped the backs of her legs and pulled her to the edge of his bed, her pussy right in his face.
He wasted no time in diving his tongue in between her folds. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit before gathering up some of her wetness like a spoon. He was eating her up like a starved man, smacking his lips and burying his face in her. Her noises were enough to wake up every single member of his team in the building, but that was the least of his worries. He had a cunt, shining with pure excitement under the lights right in front of him, and it was all his. His dick was so painfully hard and he wanted nothing more than to just slam it inside of her, but she was dying to suck him off, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t dying to feast on her pussy.
“Te-Tendou, please,” Y/N whined. “Please just fuck me, I-I can’t take it anymore.” Her words stopped his actions. She whined from the loss of friction and his swift motions.
He stood up and wiped his mouth of whatever juices she left on his lips. He had never heard anything more sexy than her pleads for him to fuck her in all his life. He smiled from ear to ear and came down to press his lips onto hers. “Whatever you want, baby. Your wish is my command.”
Tendou lined himself up with her entrance. He slowly started to push his tip into her. Once just his tip had been swallowed by her cunt, he grabbed hold of her hips tightly and bucked his hips so hard into hers that she nearly screamed. The harsh slap of his balls slapping against her skin made a clapping noise, and he started to pound into her like his life depended on it. The sound of her loud moans only fueled him to keep drilling his cock into her. He leaned down and buried his face in her chest, loving the feeling of her tits bouncing in his face. He pulled himself out of her and lifted her into his arms. He sat down on the edge of his bed and sat her on his lap. Y/N got the picture and quickly slammed herself onto his dick.
“God damn, Y/N. Ride this dick, take this dick like a good girl.”
Y/N sank her teeth into his shoulder as she bounced up and down on his cock. She could feel the coil in her stomach slowly unraveling with every slap their sweaty bodies made. She pulled her face out of his neck to see that his eyebrows were furrowed, the groans leaving his mouth nearly making her cream on their own. Tendou grabbed a fistful of her hair into a makeshift ponytail and held it up for her, the breeze that hit her neck sending goosebumps down her hot skin.
Tendou could feel that she had gotten tired of picking herself up, his hands moved down to her hips and gripped them so hard that she was sure his fingers would be bruised into her skin. He held her up and thrusted as fast as he could, his balls slapping against the bottom of her ass with every move. Y/N dug her nails into his back, sure that she drew blood with how hard she was holding him.
She lowered herself back down onto him once more and simply served as a hole for him to fuck himself with. He moved her at his own tempo, lifting her body up and down his cock with the strength he had. Her legs quivered and she could feel herself getting close.
“To- Tori, I’m gonna,” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before it was drowned out with the harmonious sounds of their moans joining together.
“Let it go love, cream all over this cock for me.” Tendou practically yelled through clenched teeth.
Within seconds, both of their moans joined together once more for a grand finale. Y/N’s body fell limp, her bare chest resting on top of his. Tendou was still twitching inside of her, his hands coming up to caress her back lovingly. After a few minutes that way, Y/N finally sat up to pull herself off of his dick. The sight she was met with nearly made her want him to fuck her again, but she was far too tired.
Satori’s ruby eyes focused on her pussy as she pulled herself off. Strands of their combined cum looked like strings holding their two bodies together. Y/N relaxed and Tendou could see a cluster of his cum slide out of her pussy and down the sides of her legs.
Tendou reached into his drawer and grabbed some cool wet wipes to clean themselves off, he handled his lover with such care, feeling her jump every time he brought the wipe anywhere near her still sensitive pussy. Tendou moved every article of clothing that sat on top of his covers off and threw it somewhere into the corner of the room. He grabbed Y/N’s waist and pulled her next to him, helping her get under the covers and into his arms.
“That’s probably the best sex we have ever had.”
Y/N nodded, barely able to catch her breath. “I feel so much better now,”
Tendou just chuckled and pressed his lips lazily against her own. “I love you baby, with all of my heart. Thank you for always being so devoted to pleasuring me.”
She smiled and pressed a kiss against his lips before nuzzling into his neck. “I love you Satori,”
The two of them yawned, falling asleep within seconds. Satori felt his entire body finally truly relax, and knowing that she would be here in his arms in the morning made his sleep that much better.
He thought to himself that maybe every date night should end like this, but he knew he would never hear the end of that conversation.
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Take a Break: R.L.
Summary: Being a professor has its ups and downs and it holds a lot of responsibility. Remus comes to remind you that it is okay to take a break.
A/N: Nothing is more important than your health, your mind and body need breaks. That's something I'm still trying to remind myself to this day.
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The end of the last term was approaching quickly, piles amongst piles of end-of-term essays and overdue homework swelled on your desk. There weren't enough hours in the day to get everything you needed done. More often than not, you had found yourself taking papers to your chambers once dinner was over to continue working.
Students rushed out of their seats as soon as class was dismissed, opting to spend their last Friday in the cool air before professors started passing out reviews for OWLS and NEWTS. Hardly could blame them, often reminiscing on the days when you used to bask in the sunshine near the shore of the Black Lake or when you would attend the plethora of parties hosted.
Lighting a few candles with a set of muggle matches you were gifted for the holidays, quickly getting to work. The obstreperous moving through the halls dying out on your ears as you honed in on the first stack of papers for tonight. Fortunately, having already managed to get a fairly sized portion of the way through earlier today.
The sound of your classroom door opening pulled your attention away from the paper you were grading. Squinting your eyes, the brightness of the light coming from the hall casting over the person standing in the doorway burning your eyes. Taking your glasses off in the hope of relieving the sensation a tad bit. "I had a feeling I would find you here," Remus sighed as he came across the classroom with two plates of food, "You've missed dinner." Pulling out the essay you were working on from under you, placing one of the plates of food he brought in its place instead.
"I'm sorry, I just had a lot to grade and lost track of time." You mumbled, slipping your glasses back on. You truly hadn't realized how long you were working for. Most of the candles already burned out completely. The sound of a chair screeching against the floor brought your attention to the lanky man, placing the chair in front of your desk where he placed a plate for himself.
"I'm not mad, Dove." He said thickly, "I just wish you would not overwork yourself," His eyes bore into you; he hated seeing you so overworked that you forgot to take care of yourself. He knew the struggles of being a professor and he understood why you would stay up so late, but at the end of the day you were his partner; he despised seeing you like this. You went out of your way to care for him every month, it was now his turn to take care of you. "Once you're done eating I'll draw us a bath, yeah?" Knowing he was right, you nodded, a night with your husband sounded much better than being hunched up in a classroom grading all night.
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Brat*
Happy Harry Fic Friday, loves!!!
Summary: stepdad!harry - You’ve been a brat all day knowing your mom has the day off and you and Harry can’t be together - and there’s nothing he can do about it since your mom is home. Or is there? 1.6k words
A/n: I've been busy with schoolwork but then of course I was sick of writing my essay for evolutionary biology so I wrote this!! Hope you guys enjoy. This was written in the span of 35 minutes so sorry if it's awful. Lol! xoxo
Warning: Stepdad!harry - dark content ahead - DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF THING. Smut, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter, mean Harry, cheating, degradation (not proofread)
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Your mom had the whole day off and she was happy to be home. You helped her bake muffins in the morning and turned on some soft music as you danced around the kitchen. You hadn’t put a bra on yet today so your tits softly bounced under your thin t-shirt as you moved across the kitchen and assisted your mom.
Harry watched you from the kitchen table as he sipped his black coffee and read the paper. You were already getting on his nerves. You would amp up acting like a brat in front of him when your mom was home from work. It’s almost like you wanted Harry to want to punish you. Like you enjoyed it.
He hated when you did stuff like this in front of your mom because you knew he couldn’t really do anything when she was around.
You’d do things like pout your lips at Harry, stick your tongue out at him, talk loudly on the phone with a boy from your Art History class, run from the bathroom after your shower to your bedroom completely nude because you “forgot” your towel, and when you did finally get yourself dressed for the day you’d put on your shortest little skirt and then “suddenly realize” you needed to go into the basement to get a shirt so you’d casually walk in front of Harry in your tiny skirt and lacy bra and then bounce your way down the stairs to the laundry room.
Yeah, he hated your bratty attitude, mostly because he couldn’t do anything about it with your mom home. But fuck if you weren’t pushing his buttons and making him plot about how he’d be repaying you.
Then, in a twist of fate, your mom announced she was headed to the back garden to lay out in the sun and would appreciate not being disturbed.
Fuck.
You knew you were in for it. Typically when you acted out toward Harry on days your mom was home he had a whole night to sleep off his frustration before doling out his punishment. But today is still fresh in his mind, since it’s still today and all, and he’s already grabbing you by your arm the moment your mom lays onto the sun-bed.
He drags you to the living room and wordlessly pushes you over the arm of the couch, tummy down. Yanking your skirt up over your bum and pulling your panties down to your thighs he begins to spank your cheeks. Harsh smacks to each side cause a sting to your flesh and knocks you forward at each strike. The sound of him swatting at you with his large palm is nearly drowned out by your yelping.
Then he stops and leans over your back, placing a hand at the back of your neck and his mouth right at your ear he practically growls, “Fucking slut thought she was gonna get away with acting like a brat. You have no idea how badly you fucked up.”
Harry yanks you up by your neck and turns you to face him as he unbuckles his pants and then lowers them along with his briefs.
“Get on your knees and suck.” He says as he pushes you to kneel in front of him. He grasps the base of his big dick and tips the head toward your mouth as he pushes your head toward his crotch.
You are quick to grab him by his thighs and hollow your mouth for him, readying yourself for what was to come.
As soon as you leaned in over his tip it was being pushed past your lips, your tongue immediately flattening under his shaft, and you squeezed your eyes closed, savoring the feel of the initial thrust into your mouth. You loved getting your mouth fucked by Harry.
His thrusts were forceful as he grasped the back of your head and grunted. You gagged and drooled and choked around him as he continued pulling himself out, only to push back in and down your throat.
"Fucking always take me deep in your throat. Never gonna get tired of the way your mouth stretches over my cock. Such a nasty whore for Daddy."
It was hard to keep your eyes open because of his pace and how your throat burned each time his cock slid down your throat and triggered your gag reflex, making your eyes water and nose run.
He released your hair and pulled his dick out so you could breathe, his hand holding his shaft up. You gasped for air as saliva dripped down your chin and over your neck. Your face was already hot and you knew you were red in the cheeks.
Harry yanked your hair and tilted your head as he plunged back down into your mouth again, shoving his heavy cock down into your throat. You never knew giving head could make you feel so horny but Harry's moans and the natural scent of him made your heart flutter. You just wanted to make him feel good.
"Gonna use your mouth until I'm satisfied. Little whore like you doesn’t deserve to feel Daddy's cock stretching her cunt. You fucked up by acting like a brat." Harry sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue swirled over his frenulum as he pulled back a bit. "Fuck..."
You took advantage of the moment that Harry pulled his cock out and spoke, "I know, Daddy. I deserve your punishment."
You knew what he liked.
Harry sneered and tightened his grip on your hair before forcing himself back down your throat again, "Don't fucking say a word. If you'd been a good girl I'd be fucking your pussy right now and making sure you were taken care of, but instead..." he stopped for a moment as he grunted with his thrusting, "I'm gonna fuck your dirty mouth and choke you with my come down your throat. S'all your holes are good for. You're a just a come toy with holes for me to fuck and come inside. Aren't you?"
You couldn't nod or respond with the way Harry's cock was lodged down your throat and slipping in and out in fast pace. He didn't want you to respond. The question was rhetorical. You moaned over his dick and gurgled when he stilled his hips and cursed, your tongue flat over the large vein that runs along the bottom of his long shaft.
Harry was breathing heavy. He wanted to dole out more punishment, slap you around a bit, tell you what a nasty whore you were to flaunt your body to him in front of your mom the way you had, but he was desperate to come. Your mouth on him felt better than anything and you always knew just how to sit there and be a good fuck hole for him to come inside. You were just what he wanted when it came to his sexual urges.
Harry composed himself and slowed his thrusts, pulling out a little to let you breath, and you felt his fingers caress the back of your head for a moment as you gasped whenever he gave your throat a break.
"Catch your breath. Daddy's about to fuck your throat hard and drown you with come."
You grasped onto his thighs to steady yourself, you knew what was coming. He never held back.
And as soon as Harry impaled your mouth and sunk his cock down your throat you were choking and gagging around him, swallowing over his tip just like he liked. He was knocking into you with such force your neck was straining to hold your head upright but your hands holding onto his hips helped you stay somewhat steady.
You felt him twitching in your mouth and you sucked harshly as you gagged around him, ready to milk his cock of all that he could give you. You felt your bottom burning, your naked ass was pressed over the back of your heels and it stung, your knees ached from the hard wood floor under you, but you loved the pain and the way Harry took care of himself with your body.
When he started to orgasm, his warm come filled your throat and you held your breath as you swallowed him in. Harry's panting and grunting and the sound of his moist cock being smushed into your mouth, as he pumped himself into you, along with your gurgling and gagging would have been heard by your mom if she'd been in he house at all. You two were not being quiet.
When Harry's cock had emptied itself of everything you looked up toward him. His cock was still in your mouth but no longer down your throat. His eyes were closed and his hand was still in your hair, keeping your nose pressed up against his pubic hair.
Finally he opened his eyes and let go of your head, slipping his beefy cock out of your mouth and then tucking himself back into his pants. He looked over his shoulder and then back down to you.
Pointing at you he spoke, "Better behave, or you're really going to be in for it next time."
You wiped your face and nodded silently at him, still on your knees with your panties pushed down to your thighs.
"Well, get up and put yourself together, brat. Not gonna do it for you. Don't want your mother seeing you acting like a slut in front of Daddy, now do you?"
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i may not be sober but i succeeded at harm reduction last night! im so proud of myself. i was so focused on the progression of my alcoholism (and sedative addiction) that i forgot it existed. last night, i was aiming for a) not dying and b) not vomiting. and here i am, alive another morning. my cat very affectionate today and i can give him love and attention! and i did not vomit at all! the nausea wasn't bad! my stomach hurts but i think that's cause i'm very hungry lol.
i also didn't completely incapacitate myself as i usually do (still passed the fuck out). i could still walk and type and think and speak. which uh, is more an ode to my alcohol tolerance (BAC estimated 0.22% at peak) than the fact i started with 4 shots down in seconds and had the next 4 over the course of 3? hours. but the slow down after the first binge really did help.
it was a worlds different from friday night. i drank so much so fast, that there was no euphoria, no nothing. just complete and utter sickness and incapacitation. i thought i was going to die and blacked out completely immobilized, unable to see, in my bed. this time, last night, i got to experience euphoria again. for the first time in a while. it was fleeting and not as strong but, it was there.
sorry for such a long post i'm just. really proud of myself. for being here. for not drinking and drugging myself sick. passing out from what i did once it did start to incapacitate me still is a massive risk - i can never know what the drugs will do once i fall asleep. but. i'm here. i'm aware of my problem. i'm seeking support. that's all i can do.
recovery is never a straight line, and for those not shooting for recovery, the path to survival isn't either. sometimes we fuck up or don't do the best thing for our survival. that's natural; no human has ever survived such dire situations perfectly. all we can do is our best to make it to tomorrow.
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A little of what I’m working on rn:
The question of purpose followed Erik into the following Friday evening, as Augustine sat before his easel in a faded armchair, naked save for the Persian robe falling off her shoulders and a blindfold snugly tied over her eyes. Her fingertips were steepled beneath her chin, her back as straight as a pin. The only hint of feminine modesty on her was the way her ankles lightly crossed over one another. She had fallen into the pose naturally over the course of the night, between the wine and the conversation. Far be it for him to change it, despite how unnecessary it was to completing his studies for the grand staircase.
She must mean a lot to you.
God damn Garnier’s voice. He realized, with an ache in his heart, how easily they both let themselves fall into such familiarities—the way Augustine would quietly undress before letting him cover her eyes without so much as being asked. How she would bend herself over the sofa, laughing, as he picked up his charcoal and settled onto his stool. If she ever questioned his methods or intentions in the making of such tableaus, he never noticed.
Instead, he watched with timorous yearning as she smiled at his direction and worried her lower lip between her teeth in anticipation. All of this, and he was free to sit there and drink her in, his face bare. There was no need to be clever—no need to distract her from his appearance with pithy words or painful music. There was only the two of them—a monster and a moll—sitting in a tatty parlor, tiptoeing around contentment together.
A stray thought, mad as the moon, passed through him: How I wish she could actually see me now. The idea seized upon Erik so suddenly and unexpectedly that he forgot the easel in front of him, the charcoal slipping from his fingers before snapping in half upon the floor.
“Is something wrong?” There was mischief in Augustine’s question, a normally despicable trait made wonderful by her voice. How right she was: there was something wrong. He cleared his throat.
“Not at all. I was distracted.”
She laughed again and uncrossed her ankles, before lifting her right foot to sit upon an arm rest. Her jaw remained perched upon her hands, her bare desire shimmering in the lamp light, as soft and silken as the robe on her shoulders.
“And now? Do I have your attention?”
The brazen woman. It was not his fault his feet took him from the easel to directly in front of where she sat, his shin bumping against her knee; he was so close that he felt the heat of her skin through his own clothes.
“I’m not paying you to make creative decisions on my behalf.” A jagged smile rippled across his face; the pleasure he felt when he caught the matching one on hers was almost as satisfying as her touch.
How I wish she could see all of me.
“What are you paying me for, then?”
He grasped her chin and tilted her head upwards, that precious grin faltering with a sharp inhale. For a long moment, he simply stared down at Augustine as if he were actually looking into her eyes and not a strip of black fabric. As his thumb traced the graceful arc of her bottom lip, the sounds drifting up from the street and through the open window wove their way around her breath—through the syncopation of a million vagaries: see me, see me, dear god never look, a kiss a kiss a kiss, I would die for her kiss, be reborn in it, see me, see me, see me.
His free hand drifted across his own mouth, terrible thing that it was, as his mind went blank. What would it mean, to kiss a woman like her, he wondered; he’d had the rest of her, lucky bastard that he was, yet still there remained a gnawing hunger—one that threatened to ruin whatever sad little happinesses he’d stolen over the course of the summer. One that reminded of him of the sort of man he was and the man he could never be. A kiss, kiss, a kiss.
“Erik.”
Her voice was a morning dove. Rosy fingertips swam before his vision. Out of reflex, his own pale ones flew up to capture Augustine’s wrist before they could touch him. And like water spiraling its way down a drain, so too did the dream leave him. It was one thing to run his lips across her body; to press them so close to her own perfect ones, however, would be to reveal the truth of his face. Such was his tragedy, that his ugliness was so superlative as to be betrayed by the most universal and simple sign of affection.
“I pay you to be my beauty.” When what was visible of Augustine’s expression fell, he returned her hand neatly to her lap. “And you’ve done a more than admirable job on that account.”
She resumed her original position in the armchair and sighed. Her right thigh, round and perfect as a Fibonacci spiral, collapsed back onto the cushion beneath it. The dream might have died, but Augustine remained, nonetheless. And that would have to be enough.
Neither of them had made it this far in life by surviving on dreams.
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some rambles on my takes on the acachallas <333
papa acachalla is very much a tired dad who doesn’t really care all too much about anything. any which way. he’s hooked up with a guy before to experiment, went “eh” and completely forgot about it. sally puts him in dresses and makeup for her tea parties and he surprisingly never complains. he instantly accepted sue as his daughter, even though he did complain about getting another child. sally told him one day she likes girls and he went “huh. well i guess you got that from me” and then took her out for ice cream. he’s perpetually tired and over time, has become hard to phase. billy sprouts wings and flies around? well, that’s to be expected, it’s tuesday after all. sally’s eyes turns black and she starts screaming for waffles? no big deal, he keeps a freezer of waffles for this. he loves gertrude but doesn’t show it as much as he should, but he’s trying. he does the universal dad stance and squints his eyes whenever the kids show him anything on their phones. his idea of a romantic date is going to the nearest burger place on a busy friday night. he got himself a nice comfy couch in the living room and falls asleep on it regularly. he’s such a dad, but refuses to admit it.
gertrude is tall and thin, with slightly bony features and liver spots scattered across her body. her face wrinkles whenever she laughs, smiles or cries. her shoulders are broad and thick, her hips are blocky and her build is stocky but thin, like a twig. she casually mentions her memories of putting on a dress for the first time and realizing she was a girl the whole time. she still tucks her kids in, even though they’re in their twenties, thirties and forties. she buys ice cream for any kid she sees without enough money for the ice cream truck. she watched hours upon hours of youtube tutorials for afro-textured hair when they took sally in, and now she can do dozens upon dozens of hairstyles for her. she hand-sews dresses for sue and repairs billy’s work clothes. she buys a new computer for spencer every two-three years and leaves it at his door with a snack plate. she takes her beloved granddaughter, ivy, out for ice cream and movie dates so maddie and/or billy can have a day off. she pulls a blanket over papa when he falls asleep in his chair, and fixes hot cocoa for everyone on cold nights. she has a self care day every week where she rests and watches her favorite movie/shows.
sue loves everything feminine, and simultaneously embraces everything non-feminine about herself. she wears pink dresses with frilly lace and bows, and proudly displays her thick arm and leg hair wherever she goes. she works out and shows off her thick muscles and abs. she’s not fluent in spanish, but speaks it regularly regardless. she carries sally on her shoulders and clumsily makes little dresses for her niece, ivy (they’re always messy, but ivy loves them anyways). she grows her hair out to her shoulders and ties it up with the same bow sally got her every day. she has a partner, rebecca, who she even tried to learn how to cook for just to bring her goodies (they’re often burnt, but rebecca never complains). she loves chick flicks, romcoms and comedies, and hides at horror movies. she’s set up a really cozy room for herself and rebecca in the house, with all of rebecca’s things in it that she bought with weeks of saved up allowance money. she loves and loves and loves. her hugs are warm and all-encompassing, and she’ll hug just about anyone for any reason. she’s enthusiastic and genuine in everything she does.
billy is much smarter than he lets on. he has abandonment issues and often hides behind a childish, “dumber” facade as a way to cope. he sometimes can’t look in the mirror because all he sees is his mother’s face staring back at him. he’s lanky but not quite tall. he’s close with his twin sister, charlie, despite being separated for much of their childhood. he goes out to movies and aquariums and zoos with her, and is fully fluent in sign language. he’ll do it so naturally that he sometimes uses sign language at home, because he forgets he’s not around charlie anymore. he never even thought he’d want to be a dad but he is so, so utterly taken with his daughter, ivy. he takes lots of pictures of her and proudly displays each and every single drawing she has ever made for him. he carries her on his shoulders and impulse buys clothes and toys for her all the time. he’s grown to find comfort in maddie’s presence, now that the two are in a healthy relationship. he irons his shirt and picked up sewing from gertrude. he’s started watching shows with papa every sunday evening as a way to bond. he’s indescribably close to sally; the two just understand each other in a way no one else does. they’ll sit in silence watching a movie together. he’ll play tea parties with sally every single time she asks without fail. he’s learned how to do her hair just to spend quiet evenings braiding it. he and sue go to zoos together, and he helps coach her on the few recipes he does know- and gets very proud when she outshines him. he prefers to be around people, but often takes an hour or two in the evenings to just have his own time, and he sits listening to music.
sally is larger than life and makes sure everyone around her knows it. she’s energetic, she’s fun, she’s loud and bright and bubbly and talkative and cheerful and so, so much more. she’s as bright and warm as the sun, and simultaneously just as brutal when she slips into her more monstrous form. she likes all things pink and purple and sparkly and glittery. she likes frills and laces and beads and pearls. she likes dresses and skirts and pretty shoes. she likes just about anything and everything pretty. she’ll befriend any animal she comes across, even dangerous ones, and they never harm her. she’s a complete and total optimist through and through, but isn’t nearly as oblivious or naive as she once was; still, it’s something she struggles with on occasion. gertrude takes her out and helps sally build her confidence and as much independence as possible, and sally loves it. she loves going to new places and exploring- zoos, aquariums, art galleries, museums, lighthouses, libraries, everything. she's become incredibly eager to learn and absorb new information, and her curiosity is limitless. she spends so, so, so much time with her siblings and spencer (even if spencer likes to pretend he hates it most of the time). she's almost never without either one of her siblings, or gertrude. she's a mama's girl and daddy's girl at the same time.
spencer doesn't like to be alone nearly as much as he claims he does. in reality, he hates being alone so much and fears being abandoned again- but he would never admit that to anyone. still, gertrude notices, and goes out of her way to do nice things for him and give him quiet reassurances that he belongs here, that he has a home here now. the basement was completely renovated so spencer can have a nice bedroom, and gertrude got him a complete gaming setup too. he plays video games a lot and streams them, and gertrude, sally and billy all watch every single stream he does (unless they're working). spencer has gradually warmed up to the other family members, and can even be spotted on sunday nights curled up on the opposite couch to papa acachalla, intently watching the movie on screen (which he insisted needed to be some mystery, action or horror movie, and papa always lets spencer have the remote). spencer will happily infodump for hours about computers and video games and computer mechanics and everything in between, to anyone who will listen.
maddie is incredibly passionate over anything and everything she puts her mind to. she used to obsess over billy, until she found out she was pregnant and began therapy- now she obsesses over making sure her daughter is healthy, happy, has everything, is learning everything, and can grow up to be a wonderful person. she sews clothes for ivy, cooks her all three meals a day, bakes her goodies for school, crafts and carves toys for her, and heavily researches all the best places nearby to take her. she's an extraordinarily loving mother who always does her absolute best in everything. she did quit her job for a while, but now finds purpose outside of motherhood in crafting furniture and toys to sell to others. she's learned to enjoy having her own time, and has rediscovered herself- she's learned she likes rock music and occasional heavy metal, she's learned she prefers savory over sweet things except on special occasions, she's learned she has a good eye for fashion and that she enjoys window-shopping whenever possible. she goes to therapy every week and has even taken a handful of community college classes purely to learn new things rather than to get a degree. she's loud and super energetic when she's excited. she has incredibly steady hands and surprisingly sharp focus. she's learned asl fluently, and is learning spanish alongside her daughter so they can talk to each other. she likes museums and art galleries because she gets to learn new things and see new things. she's grown into her own person, and has become an incredible mother as well.
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Thanksgiving with Chris Evans characters.
Steve Rogers:
Steve has never had a modern Thanksgiving, thanks to him being in the ice for so long.
He's impressed by a modern Thanksgiving.
Some foods confuse him.
What's a tofurkey?
is it some kind of weird food?
You explain that a tofurkey is for vegans.
Steve has NEVER heard of a vegan Thanksgiving.
Remember, veganism wasn't a thing when Steve was growing up in the 1920's and 1930's.
Thanksgiving doesn't feel complete without Bucky and Sam.
Sam brings his famous candied yams, which is really a family recipe.
Bucky brings his family's famous cranberry relish.
Your stuck cooking the meal while the boys watch the Lions and the Packers.
(I live in the Detroit area, and trust me, that game is HUGE around here, since the Detroit Lions actually started this tradition.)
You wanted to cook the meal with Steve, but with Bucky and Sam, that plan went out the window.
At least you can have wine while you cook the meal, so there's that.
The boys are drinking Sam Adams Oktoberfest while watching the football game.
Eventually, the dinner is finally ready, and everyone digs in-after Steve says the blessing.
Dessert is pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream.
The dinner is eaten, and after the game, and after dinner, everyone plays Monopoly and Scrabble.
Beer and wine are drunk during both games.
You and Steve spend the next day watching movies in bed.
Screw going out on Black Friday.
Black Friday also confuses Steve, seeing as how Black Friday is a more recent thing.
Cyber Monday also confuses Steve.
Luckily, you and Steve have a whole DVR full of movies, so the computer, phones, and tablets are turned off from Thanksgiving to Sunday.
Thanksgiving is great.
Colin Shea:
Colin and Eva decide to just have a low key Thanksgiving at their house.
As much as it as about family and football, Colin and Eva just want to have a nice, chill Thanksgiving dinner at their apartment.
Which is good for the both of them, because Eva's having her period right now, feels crampy and bloated, and just wants to chill in bed or on the couch.
Colin and Eva sip wine and are cooking the turkey. The sides will be instant stuffing and instant mashed potatoes.
Along with ready bake rolls.
Colin cooks the dinner while Eva sleeps on the couch.
Colin sees and carries Eva bridal style back to the bedroom, and places her on the bed, then put the covers over her.
Colin cooks the rest of the meal, and then wakes Eva.
The dinner looks amazing and smells amazing.
Eva forgot about her cramps.
The meal is eaten, and the wine is drunk.
Colin and Eva have pumpkin chocolate cake for dessert.
Colin and Eva brush their teeth and fall asleep that night.
Andy Barber:
Andy usually cooks the meal.
He always cooked the meal, but when he was still married to Laurie, Laurie and Jacob just didn't care.
With you, it's different.
You, Joy, and Penelope are usually in your PJ's, curled up on the couch, and watching movies while Andy cooks.
You're checking your sugar, and Andy brings you snacks, and water and juice.
Andy LOVES cooking the Thanksgiving meal.
He LOVES cooking, period.
You and Joy drink water, while Andy drinks wine.
Penelope is happily sleeping in her infant swing.
You've already fed and burped her.
Joy loves the turkey, the green bean casserole, the cranberry sauce, and the rolls.
Penelope loves your milk.
For dessert, Andy made you a small pumpkin pie for dessert that's diabetic friendly.
You, Andy, Joy, and Penelope watch A Christmas Story and The Polar Express.
You and the girls fall asleep after The Polar Express is over.
Andy carries Penelope and puts her in her crib.
Andy carries Joy, and then helps her pee, brush her teeth, then carries her to bed, and tucks her in.
Andy reads The Polar Express to Joy.
Andy checks your Dexcom, and wakes you up.
Your sugar is really low, so Andy gives you a glass of juice and a granola bar.
He then checks your Dexcom again, and your sugar is back to normal.
Andy makes sure you check your Dexcom before going to sleep.
Andy and you both fall asleep.
Jake Jensen:
Thanksgivng? More like Gamesgiving.
You cook the entire meal, while Jake is busy playing video games.
But, you'll make up for it later when you binge watch all the Star Wars and Marvel movies this weekend.
Maybe that's too big a plan?
Nah, Christmas will be for watching Dr. Who and Harry Potter.
"Dinner already smells good, honey bun."
You are smiling while you're cooking, and sipping wine.
Okay, you're sipping it from the bottle, but still.
Since Jake proposed on your birthday, you can't wait to make the announcement to both his and your family.
Jake's niece and sister arrive, along with your brother and his family.
Jake's niece and your nephew are busy kicking the soccer ball that his niece brought outside.
The rest of the adults-with the exception of Jake-are watching the football game.
The dinner is finally cooked, and you and Jake announce that you're engaged.
The rest of the dinner goes by in a blur.
You and Jake go to sleep after everyone leaves.
Johnny Storm:
Johnny is on his best behavior.
He went from bad boy to becoming an adult since he met you.
He wants to make a good impression with your parents, since you're going home for the first time in a year.
Johnny is coming with you, and this is the first time he's meeting your family.
Johnny went to the local Kroger's and got wine, and even got flowers from a local florist.
You look at your engagement ring, and realize that you made the right choice.
Johnny has grown up a lot.
At dinner, you and Johnny announce the engagement, and that you're planning the wedding at Disney.
You announce that you got engaged at Disney.
Johnny wants to watch the game with your dad and your uncles, but your mom and your aunts kidnap him, and have to know every single detail.
You and Johnny tell the story of how Johnny put you on a scavenger hunt at Disney, and how you were given a clue from each character that lead you to Cinderella's castle.
A fun time is had by all.
Your cousin's kid want to play with Johnny.
You go back to New York on Monday.
Thanksgiving was great, and low key.
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Red Carnations - Jungkook x Reader
Requested by Anon: Hi, may I request a roommate! friend!Jungkook x reader fluffy imagine, please? Where the reader and Jungkook were having a movie night. The reader let him choose the movie and he chooses a scary one. The reader knew they'd get scared but didn't say anything because they didn't want to seem like a coward in front of their crush (JK). When it's time to sleep, the reader is super scared and just can't stop overthinking, seeing shadows as people, hearing weird noises, etc. They go to Jungkook's room wanting to be comforted and cuddled. Not knowing this was Jungkook's plan this whole time.
Notes: Okay, honestly, this got away from me. Completely forgot it was in my ask box, and I believe I took a left turn with it. Hope you still like it though anon! I did try my best to write it in Oc's pov, but that wasn't working out, like, at all. So it ended up being in Jk's point, hope that's okay! Also, tidbit, the movie that Jk and Oc watched and discuss is called Dead Silence. It came out like eons ago, and I watched it with my mum as a kid and that shit scarred me for mf life.
It was the only thing that came to mind when I thought about what would be scary to watch, and let me tell you, the floodgates opened and I suddenly remembered the movie like I watched it yesterday and I haven't seen that movie since I was eight.
My fear of ventriloquist dummies is very real and haunts me to this day. Zombies too! I mean, I enjoy a good zombie movie, but sleeping at night after is a whole no. 😂
"Hey squish, picked anything yet?" Jungkook calls, walking into his living room balancing pizza, popcorn and a tray of your favourite snacks. He's doing a pretty good job, despite the careful steps he has to take so the popcorn bowl would stop shifting off the pizza box. You were sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of his TV set-up, going through his box of movies.
He sets the things down on the table, before going back into the kitchen for the sodas he kept chilling in the fridge. He hears you scoff from there, and the sound of you suffling through his movies some more.
"Your movie collection sucks, Jay." Jungkook rolls his eyes, smiling though, because half of the movies in that box are ones you've brought and never took back when you left.
You were sitting on the couch when he goes back, feet tucked under you and his Netflix account open on his TV. You looked nice, in the black sweater you stole from him, the clothing swallowing your form, hiding the shorts he assumes you're wearing.
Not that he thought of you half naked or anything.
That was a lie, nevermind.
Not entirely his fault though, You'd been his roommate for two years now. It was awkward at first, having a female roommate, not really used to one at all. He'd honestly tried to stay out of your way as much as possible, respected your space and whatnot. Of course, that all ended when you were stressed about your midterms, and he proposed watching a movie as a way to help. It's been a tradition since then, every Friday the two of you would meet in the living room, at exactly seven, some times he'd bring the snacks, or you would. Some times you don't even watch movies, just content to sit and talk about your day, or the things you didn't share during the week.
Jungkook liked those moments, the soft moments in between where he's allowed to admire you without seeming weird about it. Where he could focus on the way your lips formed around words, or the way your eyes would light up talking about something that made you happy. The way you'd smile at him as though he was the only thing that mattered in that moment, as though there was something more between you. He's kept his feelings to himself, secret from you, like a red carnation.
He likes to pretend in those moments, when you'd fall asleep with your head on his shoulder, too tired to keep your eyes open, leaving him asking you about the movie and receiving no response. He'd only realize that you're sleeping when he'd call your name and not the nickname he gave you, and heard your soft snores.
He'd always tease you about it, tell you how you drooled all over his shoulder, just to see you hide your cheeks and your embarrassment behind a snarky retort.
He plops down next to you, after turning off the lights and grabbing a handful of popcorn, "You're so indecisive," he leans over, plucking the remote from your fingers, "And, you chose last week. It's my turn."
"Jungkook I swear to god, if I have to sit through Transformers again..." Jungkook could only laugh at your expression, a mixture of disgust and pure I'm so not having it; What can he say? He likes the franchise.
"It's not transformers this time. Promise." He pats your knee, settling agianst the couch, pulling up the horror section on Netflix. "Okay, let's see here."
He picks something randomly, something he's sure neither of you have seen before. When the opening credits start, Jungkook turns to you to gauge your reaction, you look fine, intrigued even, though he could see in your eues, a little dim of fear.
"This okay?"
"Huh? Yeah. Yeah. It's fine, as long as there's no zombies."
"I don't think there's any zombies..." Jungkook didn't allow the trailer a chance to play, he didn't even read the summary of the movie. You avoided watching movies with zombies in them, even though you've told him many times that they're great movies, they usually left you jumping at every sound, and the repeated gruesome images haunts your dreams. So Jungkook is always careful, never wanting to be an aide to your night terrors.
"Is that a doll?" You whine, ten minutes into the movie, as the on-screen couple take a little doll they found in a black box into their house. It was a creepy little thing, a ventriloquist dummy, dressed in a tuxedo, with wide unseeing eyes. "Oh no, that's so dumb. Why do they always do that?"
Jungkook was stuffing his face with anything his fingers could reach, complaining with you at the dumbness of the movie. He was watching with rapt attention, completely focused on the movie, watching as the guy leaves his girlfriend for a late night drive, leaving her alone with the dummy.
"I do not like how this is going." You were practically glued to his side, watching the movie through the gaps in your fingers. And though he heard your complaint, Jungkook was too busy enjoying the feeling of your warmth pressed against him. "She's definitely gonna di-"
Something flashes across the screen, and the dummy turns it's head completely on its own. You startle so badly, making a sound that was very high pitched and Jungkook almost drops the pizza slice he was holding.
"Yeah, nope, nope. No. I don't wanna watch anymore." You hide your face behind his shoulder, your hand gripping tightly to his forearm.
"C'mon squish, it's not that bad," Jungkook chuckles, trying to coax you from behind him with a gentle tone. You only shift away once the kill was done, and the boyfriend returned home to find his girlfriend dead and missing her entire bottom jaw.
You stay close though, still complaining about how scary it is, and getting scared when you're supposed to. And Jungkook holds your hand through most of it, mostly because you asked and not because he was brave enough to take the opportunity.
When the movie was over, Jungkook switches the lights back on, and found you sitting still on the couch. "Hey, you good?"
"Oh I'm great." You finally move, helping him clear off the coffee table, "That movie sucked ass by the way. It was so stupid how the guy still died at the end..."
"Yeah, well, at least they burnt the theatre down. So, that Mary Shaw lady has no other dolls to haunt with," He follows you into the kitchen, placing the tray and the popcorn bowl in the sink to worry about tomorrow. "Oh no wait, his step mom was her descendant, right?"
"Yeah, and his dad was actually dead too." You visibly shiver, but Jungkook was sure it was just the slight chill in the apartment. "Okay, I've got an early class, so I'm gonna get to bed, yeah?"
"Yeah okay, sleep well." Jungkook waves, watching you as you walk down the hall and into your room.
"G'night Kook."
"Night."
Hours later, the apartment was silent, and Jungkook, had just woken up and found the water bottle he kepts on his nightstand empty. He sighs, wiggling from under the warm covers to venture down the hall and into the kitchen for another bottle. He didn't bother to turn the light on, standing in front of the open refrigerator rubbing his tummy and squinting at the contents of the fridge. He grabs the bottle, and closes the door, he barely cracks the cap, turning around and promptly drops the bottle.
"Jesus fuc- dude." His heart hammers against his ribs, finding you directly behind him in the darkness, he almost knocked you over when he turned. "Y/n what the fuck. You were this close to getting punched in the face, why the hell are you sneaking around behind me..." He reaches blindly for the light switch, words dying on his lips when he gets a look at you.
To put it shortly; you looked terrified. Eyes wide, staring up at him with tears on your waterline, cheeks blotchy and shoulders shaking.
"Hey...hey. What happened?" Jungkook grasps your shoulders, barely steadying you when you rush forward. His heart feels heavy at the sound of your sobs, your tears dampening his shirt. "C'mon baby, talk to me. You're shaking."
When you continue to cry, clinging onto him tighter, Jungkook says nothing more, simply rubbing circles against your back in an attempt to soothe. The slip of his tongue not lost on him, but it's too late to do anything about it now. You both stand there for a moment, Jungkook now wide awake and confused, until your crying slowly wanes, dying down to little sniffles.
"Was it a bug?" He knows you're afraid of creepy crawlies, always the one to be at your rescue when they somehow make their way into the apartment.
"It's too quiet." You whisper, almost too soft that Jungkook had to strain ears to hear. "I can't sleep and I keep seeing things."
"Oh...was it the movie?" He continues the motion of his hand when you nod. The apartment was always quiet at night, he didn't think it would bother you after the movie. Actually, he didn't think that the movie got to you at all, but the ghost in the movie would deaften you before she made her kill, he supposed, that was the issue. "Hey, it's okay."
He pulls away just slightly, mindful of the grip you had on the back of his shirt, "You can room with me for the night...if it'll make you sleep." Honestly, he just felt all sorts of guilty now, knowing that he probably should've taken the movie off after you said you didn't want to watch anymore.
You nod mutely, and Jungkook tries to calm the racing of his heart because you could probably feel it, and guides you to his room, water bottle forgotten on the floor in the kitchen. He turns the light on in his room for your sake, and you immediately get under his covers, throwing them over your head like a kid and curling up.
Jungkook settles next to you, raising the covers to peek at you. "Sorry I made you watch it...if I knew it would've scared you so bad I would've picked something else..."
"It's not your fault." You say, "My brain likes torturing me."
Jungkook apologizes again, because he's still going to feel guilty no matter what to tell him, "Wanna hold my hand?" He offers, laughing softly when you take his hand quickly, squeezing tightly with your smaller one.
"Kook?"
"Hm?" He was dosing off, head nodding and eyes barely open to look at you, "What is it?"
You stare at him for a moment, eyes big and curious, though, a little confused; you don't look the least bit sleepy. Jungkook pokes your knee with a finger when you take a while to respond, raising his brows.
"You called me baby earlier..."
Jungkook was once again, wide awake, when he felt his heart kick faster and sink at the same time. He lets out a nervous chuckle, mind backtracking, he was hoping you hadn't heard that. "Did I?"
The corners of your eyes crease with a soft smile, an equally soft laugh followed, "Yeah, you did."
"Oh..." He avoids your gaze, "Sorry...I didn't mean it.." Jungkook winces, catching the furrow of your brows and the loosening of your grip on his hand. "No...I did mean it...I just didn't mean for it...shit. I'll stop talking." He snaps his mouth shut, sighing through his nose at the disaster that was that word vomit.
He feels you shift, before your head lands on his chest softly, "How about we talk about it in the morning then? I'm sleepy now." He allows you to get comfortable, letting you shift around until you're nestled against his side, all soft and fitting perfectly like you were meant to be there.
"Okay."
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Friday the 13th
Rated: General
Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase
Summary: Adrian is need of some good luck this Friday the 13th.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1090
A/N: Happy Friday 13th!
[Masterlist]
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As you were leaving one of the tables you were waiting on, you happened to look up and catch one of your coworkers spin around three times. You blinked…what?
Ok, Adrian was a little weird sometimes, or rather oftentimes as others would say, but that little spin was something you hadn’t seen before. Someone waving a hand in your direction interrupted your thoughts and you forgot about the little sight as you focused on work.
An hour later, you crossed paths with Adrian, his right side to the wooden room divider and as he walked past it, he knocked on it three times. You raised a brow at him, but he just offered you a sheepish smile and went about his work.
Those two little odd actions made you curious, so throughout the rest of your shift you kept finding your gaze drifting towards Adrian. You caught him knocking on several tables, he nearly freaked out a small party when one of them knocked over a salt shaker and he frantically cleaned the spilled salt…only to throw it over his shoulder while spinning three times. One of the other servers had to intervene and drag him away. And he was having a hard time polishing silverware as he refused to look at anything that gave off a reflection.
That was alright though, it was a surprisingly slow night for a Friday, so you pitched in to cover his duties, if only so you could keep watching him.
When it was finally closing time and clean up had been completed, you jogged up to him before he could leave, he looked to be in a hurry.
“Hey, dude. I gotta ask. What the fuck was that?”
You asked him once he paused.
He just tilted his head in confusion. “What was what?”
“You been doing weird shit all day, man. You freaking out about something? You ok?”
“Oh.” He laughed nervously, “I’m fine. It’s just that it’s Friday the thirteenth and I just don’t want any bad luck.”
Ooh. Yea that made more sense. Well, at least, you’d expect that kind of answer from him.
“Last Friday the thirteenth I saw a black cat, and stepped on a crack, and dislocated my shoulder and broke my thumb.” He explained. Of course, the injuries were caused because he’d gotten into a fight with a couple of particularly large ruffians as Vigilante, but he didn’t need to tell you that.
“Oh wow. That is some bad luck. Well, good thing the night’s pretty much over now. You don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
He sighed, “I wish. I still have to go on, uhm, my second job. There’s still a few hours left that I have to be extra careful with.”
So he was the superstitious kind, huh? That was cute. Actually, you found a lot of the things he did and said cute. It would hardly be a crush if you didn’t!
“You know, my grandmother was a witch.”
“Huh?”
You nodded. “Yea, curses, hexes, the whole thing.”
“Wait, really?”
“For real. She even taught me some stuff.”
“Whoa, like what?”
“Well, mostly protection spells. How to ward off bad luck and such.”
His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped slightly. Again, very cute.
“Can you teach me how to ward off bad luck?”
“Hmm. Well, no. It’s a family secret, you know?”
He deflated, shoulders sagging as he frowned. “Yea, I understand.”
“But! I can cast a protection spell on you, if you want.”
He instantly lit up again, the dimples framing his smile sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He really had the most dazzling smile, you swear you nearly walked into a wall the first time you saw him smile.
“Please? Can you? Please?”
Fuck. Hearing him beg was something else. Not cute, but definitely something you wanted to hear again.
You nodded, trying to force away the hot prickling sensation that danced across your face. “Sure, it’s actually really easy. But you have to close your eyes.”
The way he instantly squeezed his eyes shut made you want to giggle. But this was serious stuff. No place for that.
You stepped closer to him, “You ready?”
He nodded as he mumbled out a quiet “yes!”
“Now remember, you have to keep your eyes closed!”
He nodded again and stiffened where he stood.
You gently placed your hands on his chest, damn, he was solid. You had a feeling that he hid a lot of muscle under clothes that were perhaps a size or two too large. He often helped carry trays for you when you had a large table and you’d caught glimpses of muscular arms.
“Relax.” You whispered and waited for him to breathe out, his body relaxing just as you instructed.
Then you leaned forward and softly pressed your lips to his.
Adrian’s eyes nearly flew open when he felt you kiss him. But then he remembered the warning you gave him about keeping his eyes closed. So instead, he just let himself enjoy the feeling of your lips against his. Honestly, it was quick, hardly more than a lingering peck, but he still felt dizzy when you pulled away. Maybe that was the spell setting in?
“Can I open my eyes now?” He whispered, as he unclenched his fists that he hadn’t even realized he did.
You giggled at his response, at least he didn’t freak out. It might’ve been inappropriate to kiss him without his permission, so really, what happened next depended on how he felt about you.
“Yea, you can open your eyes.”
When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but grin at you, especially seeing you smile shyly at him.
“Was that really a protection spell?”
“It was! But it was just a small one. Should last you a few hours, enough to get you to midnight with no bad luck, at least.”
"What if I need more?"
You laughed, causing him to laugh with you. "Well, in that case, maybe I should give you my number and you can call me."
He watched you scamper to your car after you exchanged numbers. That spell had to have worked better than you even intended, this was already the best Friday the thirteenth he'd ever had. It wasn't surprising that patrol that night was very smooth, but if that was because of your little spell, then he definitely was going to call you. How do you thank someone for a protection spell? Dinner and a movie, maybe?
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