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tonyspank · 8 months

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HEART RACING

Warnings: 8k+ words, bad writing, kissing, relationship started from a bet, slightly ooc vada (idk?) reader has she/her pronouns, ur best friends is kinda a dick ig

A/N: this was highly inspired by shes all that + i'm still kinda on my break, sorry if it seems like im ignoring asks

Summary: You take on a bet from your best friend, but what happens when you start regretting your decision.

"I'm so excited." Jordan, your childhood best friend says, smiling at you. You narrow your eyes at the brunette boy, adjusting your bookbag strap that was slipping off your shoulder. "I wonder what dish your mom is going to make this time." He adds on, that goofy smile of his never leaves his face.

"Yeah." You mumble, trying to hide your nerves about the upcoming break. "Yeah, I hope it's something delicious," you reply, forcing a smile. Jordan reads you like a book, tilting his head before letting out a soft laugh.

"Don't tell me you're worried about your parents bothering you about having a girlfriend." You shake your head, furrowing your eyebrows, as your eyes stay attached to the trail in front of you.

"It's just... this happens every holiday! Oh, Y/N, where's your girlfriend? Oh, Y/N! Who's the lucky girl?" You mock your parents before letting out a sigh and stopping your walk to face Jordan.

"Why can't I just be single and enjoy my high school experience without constantly being questioned about my love life?" you vent, frustration evident in your voice. Jordan raises an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "To be fair, you haven't brought a girl home since freshman year. And you're now a senior. Did you see how happy they were?"

You roll your eyes at Jordan, "What about Ana? I brought her home." Jordan chuckles, shaking his head. "Ana doesn't count. You faked a relationship, and your parents read right through it. They know you too well."

You sigh, memories of that awkward dinner with Ana and your parents flooding back. "Yeah, that was a disaster. I guess I just wanted to avoid the constant interrogation for a while." Jordan smirks. "Maybe it's time you actually find someone worth bringing home."

"Yeah, sure. It wouldn't be hard to, I just need someone to be able to play the part. My parents do not care who I date whatsoever, just as long as I'm dating them." You tell him, scratching your eyebrow.

Jordan raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You wanna bet on it?" You raise an eyebrow in response, curious about what Jordan has in mind. "What kind of bet are we talking about here?"

"I pick the girl, and you have to bring her home to meet your parents on Christmas," Jordan says, a smirk playing on his lips. "And if you succeed, I'll do your math homework for the rest of the year."

You eye Jordan before holding out your hand. "Deal." Jordan's smile widens as he shakes your hand. "Let's go find your lover." You laugh, following Jordan as the two of you start scanning the school for potential candidates.

"What about her?" You ask Jordan, nodding your head in the direction of a girl blowing bubbles. Jordan glances over at the girl blowing bubbles and raises an eyebrow. "Hmm, she seems carefree and fun-loving. Definitely a possibility," he teases. "But no!"

You continue searching, your eyes landing on a girl sitting alone in the library, engrossed in a book. "What about her?" you suggest to Jordan, pointing her out. Jordan observes her for a moment before responding, "Too boring."

"Ohhh, maybe her!" Jordan laughs loudly, pointing at a girl picking out her wedgie. You chuckle at Jordan's suggestion, but quickly shake your head. "I don't think so," you say, trying to stifle your laughter. "Let's keep looking."

"Hey! I'm the one picking here. I have the go-to." You shake your head. "Then pick."

Just as you say that a girl trips on her own shoelaces and stumbles forward, nearly falling face-first, Jordan bursts into laughter. "I think we have a winner!" You look over at the girl, who searches around to see if anyone has seen her embarrassing moment. She quickly regains her composure and brushes off the incident, pretending like nothing happened.

"Vada Cavell?" You yell at Jordan, "You've gotta be joking, man." Jordan chuckles and shrugs. "Hey, you said to pick. And she definitely caught my attention with that little stumble." You roll your eyes, not convinced that this is the best choice for your fake partner.

"Look. Ugly, bad personality, a bit on the smelly side, I can handle." You glance back at Vada, sighing.

"But I draw the line at someone who can't even walk without tripping over their own feet," you say, exasperated. Jordan laughs again, defending his choice. "A bet is a bet!" You open your mouth to argue again, but Jordan beats you.

"Hey, if I were you, I wouldn't be wasting my time. Because according to my calculations, you only have about four weeks to turn her into your perfect fake partner before Christmas. And if Vada Cavell is going to be that somebody, you've pretty much got your work cut off for you. "

You sigh and reluctantly agree, knowing that you can't back out of the bet now. You walk over to Vada Cavell, who is sitting with a blonde-haired girl at a table, engrossed in her phone.

"Hi, Vada. You got a second?" You ask, trying to sound casual as you approach her. Vada looks up from her phone with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Mia, the blonde-haired girl, drops her jaw at the sight of you. You send her a small smile.

"Hi, Mia. I saw your soccer video on Instagram. "It was really impressive," you compliment, trying to make small talk. Vada raises an eyebrow, while Mia blushes. "You watch my videos?"

"You don't play soccer." Vada states matter-of-factly, glaring at her best friend. Mia looks sheepish, realizing your mistake. "Oh, sorry." You tell Mia who quickly brushes off the comment with a dismissive wave.

"So, Vada, listen," you begin, trying to redirect the conversation. "I was wondering maybe if you wanna..." Vada quickly stands up, interrupting you. "Let's go, Mia."

Mia gives you an apologetic smile before following Vada, leaving you feeling slightly embarrassed and rejected. You sigh, realizing that your attempt to ask Vada out didn't go as planned. "...embarrass me horribly in front of all these people?" You finish trailing off to yourself. You look back at Jordan, who's bending over, trying to stop himself from laughing so hard.

With a tight-lipped smile, you send him the finger, knowing that he's enjoying your embarrassment a little too much.

This was a bet, and you needed to win it. It wasn't like you were failing any of your classes, but you were tired of all the math homework Mr. Smith kept assigning. Plus, you'd love to see the defeated look on Jordan's face after Vada, and you successfully convinced your parents you found yourself a girlfriend.

In order to win this bet, you had to text Mia through Instagram direct messages and ask her where you could find Vada after school. Mia sent you a screenshot of Vada's Find My Phone, showing her location in a downtown park. You knew this was your chance to prove Jordan wrong and finally have some peace from Mr. Smith's math assignments.

Vada's eyes widen as she sees you walking closer to her, regardless, you send her your charming smile, which she doesn't reciprocate. "You know stalking is illegal in all 50 states, right?" Vada says, her voice laced with caution.

You quickly assure her that you were just trying to find her so you could talk. "I apologize if it seemed like stalking, but I genuinely wanted to have a conversation with you," you explain, hoping to ease her concerns.

"I'm not smart." Vada admits her eyes never leave yours. "What?" You breathe out a laugh, confused. "What? You think that I can tutor you or something?" Vada continues, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "You're probably thinking, Oh, there's Vada, she dresses like a hippie—"

"Vada."

"—Barely has any friends."

"Vada."

"—She must at least be smart." You cut her off gently, placing a hand on her arm. "Vada, I have the fourth highest GPA in our grade." Vada looks at you with surprise evident in her eyes. "Really?" she asks, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Yes, really," you reply reassuringly. "It's true." You slightly jump at the sudden voice. Turning around, you see Vada's other best friend, Nick, sitting a few feet away.

"So what do you want? Is this some sort of dork outreach program?" Vada asks, rolling her eyes. "No, Vada," you say calmly, trying to hide your frustration. "I just wanted to hang out."

Vada raises an eyebrow, skeptical of your intentions. "Just hang out? With us?" she questions, her tone still laced with doubt. You nod, hoping to convince her that you genuinely want to enjoy their company. "Yeah, I thought it would be fun to get to know some new people," you explain, hoping she'll give you a chance.

"Sure, me and Vada were about to go to this stand-up comedy club. You can have my ticket if you want." Nick shrugs, ignoring the confused glare from his best friend.

Vada looks at Nick in surprise, clearly not expecting him to offer his ticket. "Really? You're giving up your ticket for her?" she asks, very confused. Nick shrugs again, flashing a grin while he holds out his ticket for you.

You take the ticket with a grateful smile, "Thank you, Nick. Are you sure? I could just buy my own if you want to go too." Nick shakes his head, "Nah, I've gotta go study for my presentation anyway." His phone chimes right after, and he quickly checks it, confirming his need to leave.

"Well, have fun at the club! Let me know how it goes," he says before hurriedly walking away. You watch him go, feeling a mix of gratitude and curiosity about why he would give up his ticket for you.

You send Vada a smile, "I guess I'm your plus one tonight." Vada narrows her eyes at you, still confused about why you, one of the most popular students in school, is so fascinated with her. "I'm still confused about why you're putting on this act. Are you trying to impress someone, or is there another reason behind it?"

You furrow your eyebrows, letting out a small laugh. "Are you always this skeptical? I assure you, there's no ulterior motive. I simply wanted to enjoy your company and spend the evening with you." Vada's expression softens slightly, but she still seems hesitant.

"Well, we should get going." Vada mumbles, brushing a small strand of hair behind her ear.

You follow Vada down the slightly busy streets, neon lights illuminating the sidewalks as people bustle by. You can't help but notice Vada's occasional glances in your direction, her guarded demeanor slowly melting away.

"I like your jewelry." It's unique and really suits your style," you comment, trying to ease the tension. Vada's face lights up with a genuine smile as she thanks you for the compliment.

"Do you always wear that letterman jacket? You look like you came straight out of a 90s movie." Vada says, laughing softly. "Oh, are you going to be an act too for this stand-up comedy thing?" You ask, joking.

"But, yeah, it's kind of my signature look," you reply with a chuckle. "I've always been drawn to that vintage aesthetic." Vada nods, her curiosity evident as she asks, "So, what other things inspire your style?"

"I don't know... I normally thrift a lot of my clothes," you admit. "Whether it's someone's old band t-shirt or their grandpa's old sweater, I love finding unique pieces. I also take inspiration from old photographs and films, especially from the 60s and 70s."

Vada smiles, clearly intrigued by your explanation. "I'm not a huge fashion before myself, but I don't know, I just like to be comfortable." You glance down at Vada's baggy attire, noticing the loose-fitting jeans and oversized hoodie.

"I totally get that," you reply. "Comfort is definitely important, and there's no right or wrong way to express yourself through fashion. It's all about finding what makes you feel good." Vada nods in agreement, playing with the drawstring on her hoodie.

There's an awkward silence as the comedian fails to deliver the punchline of his joke. Vada laughs in her own hand, trying not to be too loud. You can't help but smile as you glance at the shorter girl, confused. You lean into her ear, "I'm so confused. How was that funny?"

Vada chuckles and whispers back, "It wasn't. It was funny how no one was laughing." You glance around the room before laughing a bit yourself. She was right. Seeing the confused looks on everyone's faces made the situation even more amusing. It was as if the entire audience collectively missed the punchline.

You begin laughing even harder, unable to contain your amusement. The more you think about it, the funnier it becomes. Vada joins in on your laughter, hiding her face behind her hand as tears of laughter stream down her face.

"Why are you laughing, huh? You think it's easy to stand up here and try and do something you love?" The male comedian asks you, obviously upset that you're laughing at his expense. You quickly compose yourself, glancing at Vada, whose eyes are wide as she smiles, trying not to laugh again.

You raise your hand, trying to apologize for the misunderstanding, but the comedian interrupts you. "Well, if you think it's so easy, why don't you come up here and give it a shot?" he challenges, pointing towards the stage.

You shake your head with a tiny smile on your lips. "Come on, come up here." You squint your eyes as a light begins to shine on you from the stage. The audience starts cheering and encouraging you to take the comedian's challenge.

You look at Vada, "Go!" She says this, smiling as she pushes you from your seat. Reluctantly, you take a deep breath and make your way towards the stage, your heart beating in your chest. The comedian hands you the microphone with a smug look on his face.

Your shaky hands take the microphone, "Uh..." Your voice trembles as you try to gather your thoughts. You glance at an audience member who has a gutair strapped around their shoulder, and a lightbulb goes off in your head. "I'm not a comedian, but I can try and entertain you all another way."

With a nervous smile, you motion towards the audience member with the guitar, saying, "Can I borrow that for a second?" The audience member hesitates for a moment, but then nods and hands you the guitar. You place the microphone on its stand before stepping forward and strumming a few chords to test the sound.

"Something bad is bout' to happen to me. Why I feel this way, I don't know, baby." You sing with a raspy voice, closing your eyes and letting the music take over.

The crowd falls silent, captivated by the raw emotion in your performance. Vada is shocked, her eyes widening as she watches you on stage. She had no idea you could sing.

"I think of her so much it drives me crazy. I just don't want her to leave me."

You continue to sing Steve Lacy's iconic lyrics, pouring your heart out on stage. You hit the high notes, sending chills down the spines of everyone in the audience. This was much better than the comedy act they were just witnessing.

When you finish the song, Vada's the first one standing up and clapping, with others soon following. You open your eyes to see the crowd on their feet, their applause echoing through the venue. The look of surprise and admiration on Vada's face is priceless, and you can't help but smile broadly.

You push open the door to leave the club and are immediately greeted by a rush of cool night air. "That was so awesome! Just like...going up there and performing in front of all those people, it's such a rush," you exclaim, your eyes still shining with excitement.

Vada nods, her dimples deepening as she grins. "I never expected you to be such a natural on stage. It's like you were born to perform," she says, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

The two of you stop walking as you reach the edge of the sidewalk, taking a moment to catch your breath and let the adrenaline settle. The city lights twinkle above you, casting a magical glow on the vibrant streets below.

You glance over to Vada, and she glances back at you with a faint smile playing on her lips. "You hungry?" You ask, gesturing towards a nearby food truck. The tantalizing aroma of sizzling street food fills the air, making your stomach growl in response. Vada's eyes light up at the suggestion, and she nods eagerly, her excitement matching your own.

Vada smiles, her hair blowing in the wind due to the drop-top on your convertible. It's been three weeks since the comedy club, but the memory of that night still brings a smile to your face. The chemistry between you and Vada is undeniable, and you can't help but wonder what other adventures await the two of you.

Kali Uchis blasts through your speakers, filling the car with her soulful melodies. The warm sun kisses your skin as you drive along the scenic coastal road, creating the perfect backdrop for a carefree summer day.

You catch a glimpse of Vada through the side mirror, her hair blowing in the wind, and a contagious laugh escaping her lips. The connection between you two feels effortless, as if you've known each other for years.

"I just wanna get high with my lover!" Vada sings along to the lyrics, and you join in, "Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo!"

Vada leans in closer to you, kissing your cheek gently while she sings more of the lyrics. "Kiss, kiss! Looking dolly, I think I might go out tonight. I just wanna ride get high in the moonlight."

The song proceeds to play, and your singing becomes more enthusiastic, matching Vada's energy. You both dance and laugh, completely lost in the moment. Soon, you both arrive at the beach, your phone ringing as you step outside the car.

"Hello?" You answer the phone and hear Jordan's voice on the other end. "Y/N! Where are you? I just stopped by your house, and you weren't there. I wanted to hang out tonight."

Vada waits patiently for you to end the phone call, holding all of your stuff in her hands.

"Oh, I'm uh...I'm not home right now." You mumble into the phone, scratching your nose. "Well, no shit. Where are you?"

"I'm actually at the beach with Vada," you reply, glancing at Vada, who raises an eyebrow curiously. "But maybe we can hang out tomorrow." You can basically hear the grin on Jordan's face.

"The beach, huh? You and Vada have been hanging out nearly every damn day. Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this bet, Y/LN." You chuckle and respond, "Goodbye, Jordan."

You quickly end the call, sending Vada a smile. You take the items from her hands, thankful for her help. As you start setting up your spot on the beach, Vada asks, "So, what did Jordan want?"

"To bother me," you reply with a dismissive wave. "He's always trying to pry into my business." Vada raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but respects your privacy and doesn't press further. A part of you feels bad for becoming friends with Vada under such circumstances. She was a chill and easygoing person, and you found yourself truly enjoying yourself around her.

You couldn't help but wonder if you should tell her about the bet going on between you and Jordan or if you should just end the friendship altogether. It was a difficult decision to make, as you didn't want to risk losing the connection you had with Vada, but at the same time, keeping such a secret felt dishonest.

"Hey, where's the pump for this?" Vada asks, holding up the beach ball you packed with the rest of the beach gear. You smile, grateful for the distraction from your internal dilemma, and point her in the direction of the pump, except it's not there.

"Oh, shit." You frantically search through the beach bag, realizing that you must have forgotten to pack the pump. "Here, I'll just blow into it." You offer, trying to come up with a quick solution. However, as you start blowing into the beach ball, you quickly realize that it's going to take a lot more effort than you anticipated.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded as you continue to blow into the beach ball, desperately trying to inflate it. Vada giggles at your struggle, you send her a playful glare, but her laughter only encourages you to keep going.

"What if we take turns?" Vada suggests, hoping to alleviate some of the strain on you. You gratefully agree, handing her the faintly inflated beach ball. You expect her to wipe off the ball since your mouth was in fact directly on it, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Your heart begins racing. You basically just shared a kiss with Vada, even if it was through a beach ball. The thought of it sends a rush of excitement through your veins.

Vada hands you the ball back, slightly out of breath. You smile, hesitating for a moment before placing your lips on the ball again. After a while, the ball is fully inflated, and you both start tossing it back and forth, laughing and enjoying each other's company.

"Don't let it drop!" Vada yells out, her laughter echoing across the beach. You run as fast as you can, determined to keep the ball in the air. The sand squishes between your toes as you dive to smack it back into the air. The sound of the ball hitting your palm fills the air, creating a rhythmic pattern that matches the beat of your racing heart.

"God, do you play volleyball?" Vada asks, her eyes widening with excitement. You shake your head, catching your breath, and reply, "No, but I guess I could give it a try!"

You smack the ball a bit too hard, and it flies over Vada's head, landing in the sand behind her. She turns around, a playful grin on her face, and says, "I'm definitely not getting that." You chuckle, running over to retrieve the ball. Before you can, someone kicks it away, sending it rolling further down the beach.

"The fuck—" you stop yourself, looking up and noticing Jordan. Jordan, with a mischievous smirk on his face, shrugs and says, "Oops, my bad! Thought I'd give you a challenge."

"What are you doing here?" you ask, slightly annoyed by Jordan's interference. He chuckles and replies, "Just enjoying the beach with my friends."

You look behind him, noticing he's brought company—some of your friends and other people you've hung around with before. They wave at you, smiling and clearly excited to see you. Jordan adds, "We thought it would be fun to have a little gathering here. Hope you don't mind."

You narrow your eyes at your best friend. "You're an asshole. You're only doing this because I told you I was hanging out with Vada here." Jordan raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Come on, don't be like that. It's just a coincidence that you're both here too."

You let out a sigh, realizing that Jordan's actions were most likely intentional. Despite feeling annoyed, you decide to put aside your frustration and make the best of the situation. "Alright, fine. Now go get my beach ball."

Jordan smirks, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you. "Sure thing, but only if you promise to introduce me to Vada later." You roll your eyes, knowing that Jordan's ulterior motives are far from innocent.

You walk over to Vada, plopping down beside her on her towel. She looks up at you with a smile, unaware of the tension between you and Jordan. "Sorry about that. He just invited himself...and everyone else."

Vada smiles, shaking her head. "It's okay. If we're going to be friends, I'd have to meet your other friends anyway." You chuckle, relieved that Vada doesn't seem bothered by Jordan's presence.

You begin unbuttoning your shirt, feeling a bit hot in it, leaving you in your white tank top. Vada glances over at you, her eyes lingering for a moment before she looks away, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Jordan walks over and throws the beach ball, obviously aiming to hit your face. You quickly catch it, sending your best friend a glare. Jordan lets out a silly laugh, clearly enjoying the playful banter. Vada raises an eyebrow at Jordan's antics, but her smile remains intact as she watches the interaction between the two of you.

"Someone has the guns out." Austin, another one of your friends says, walking toward the group with a mischievous grin. You roll your eyes at his comment, playfully flexing your muscles in response.

"You mean these?" You flex your biceps, exaggerating the muscles for comedic effect. Austin chuckles and nods, teasingly adding, "Yeah, those tiny peashooters." You playfully throw the ball at him, pretending to be offended by his remark.

"Alright, stop showing off in front of the pretty lady." Jordan teases, winking at Vada. Vada's face breaks into confusion, as she wonders if Jordan's comment was meant as a compliment or a joke. She looks at Austin for clarification, who shrugs and smirks, leaving her even more uncertain about the situation.

"Let's play a full game of volleyball," Austin suggests, picking up the beachball that had been thrown at him. Vada eagerly agrees, grateful for the distraction from the awkward tension between Jordan and herself.

You all split into two teams, with Vada and Jordan on one side and Austin and you on the other. Jordan serves the ball with a powerful swing, causing Austin to dive to the sand to make a save.

"Stop trying so hard, bitch!" Austin yells at Jordan with a smile on his lips. Jordan laughs, brushing off the comment with a playful smirk. The friendly banter between them lightens the atmosphere, allowing everyone to relax and enjoy the game even more.

Mid-game, Vada takes off her slightly baggy shirt, which she tied with a knot at the front, revealing her bikini. You notice Jordan staring at Vada, his eyes lingering on her, causing jealousy to rise within you.

You smack the ball against Jordan's head, catching him off guard and breaking his gaze. He glares at you, earning a shrug, as you innocently raise your hands in defense. "You had a bug on your head."

You're dropping Vada off at her house after the game when she turns to you with a smile. "Thanks for saving me from Jordan's ogling," she says, playfully nudging your arm. "I owe you one."

You smile, blushing a bit. "You saw that?" You ask, your eye's widening slightly. Vada chuckles and nods, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, I definitely saw that. You were like my personal superhero swooping in to save the day."

"Well, I couldn't let him make you uncomfortable," you reply, feeling a surge of protectiveness. "I'm always here to look out for you." Vada's smile widens, and she leans in closer. You glance behind her and say, "I could walk you to the door.

Vada blinks and looks at you, her expression softening. "Sure." You quickly get out of the car, making your way to Vada's side. Shoving your hands in your pockets to hide your nerves, you match Vada's pace as you both walk towards her front door. The night air is cool, but the warmth of Vada's presence makes it feel comforting.

"If you want, we could hang out tomorrow?" You ask, hoping to spend more time with Vada. Before she could respond, her front door flies open. A short figure emerges from the doorway, causing both you and Vada to pause. It's Vada's younger sister who greets you with a friendly smile.

"Hey, guys! What are you up to?" she asks, oblivious to the tension in the air.

"Oh my god, Amelia." Vada exclaims, clearly annoyed with her younger sister's interruption. Amelia shrugs innocently, not realizing the impact of her sudden appearance. Vada takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before addressing the situation.

"Mom! Vada brought a lesbian home!" Amelia shouts, slightly turning her head towards her mother, who is in the next room.

Everyone freezes, unsure of how to react to Amelia's unexpected announcement. Vada's face turns red with embarrassment while you thin out your lips, confused and a bit amused.

Vada's mouth drops. "I am so sorry." She says to you, her voice filled with genuine remorse. You shrug her off while Amelia gasps. "Oh, are you not a lesbian?"

You chuckle, "Um...I do like girls." Before Amelia could press you for more information, Vada's mom appears in the doorway. "What's going on here?" she asks, her voice laced with worry. Vada quickly explains the situation, hoping to diffuse any potential tension.

"I was just dropping Vada off from the beach," you also add, trying to ease any concerns. "We were just having a casual conversation, nothing serious." Vada's mom looks relieved and nods understandingly.

"Well, as long as everyone is okay," she says with a smile. You exchange a grateful glance with Vada, grateful for her mom's understanding.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Vada's mom offers, wanting to extend her gratitude for your honesty and reassure you that everything is alright. You glance at Vada, who stares at her mom with a shocked expression. "That would be really nice," you respond, feeling touched by Vada's mom's kindness.

Dinner was fun. Amelia had no filter, which made everything hilarious and entertaining. She shared funny and embarrassing stories of Vada, which Vada tries to interrupt with playful protests. Despite the initial shock, Vada soon joins in on the laughter, realizing that her sister's antics brought out a huge and genuine smile on your face.

There were also serious moments during dinner where Vada's parents questioned you about your future plans and aspirations. They were genuinely interested in your goals and offered advice and support. It was refreshing to have such meaningful conversations with Vada's family, making you feel like a valued member of their circle.

You throw yourself on Vada's bed, falling face first onto the soft pillows. Vada plops on top of your back, laughing at your dramatic entrance. She soon rolls off of you, and you lay on your back, gazing up at the ceiling.

Vada was such a breath of fresh air in your life. Her carefree spirit is infectious, and you can't help but feel happy every single time you're around her.

She has a way of making even the simplest moments feel special, and her laughter is like music to your ears. Being friends with Vada has brought so much joy and light into your life, and you can't imagine what it would be like without her.

Fuck this bet, you think to yourself. Vada's friendship is worth so much more than any silly wager.

"You look deep in thought." Vada's voice interrupts your contemplation, pulling you back to the present moment. "What's on your mind?" she asks, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

You turn your head towards Vada, a small smile forming on your lips. "I was just thinking about how grateful I am to have you as a friend," you say sincerely. "Your friendship means the world to me."

"You're so sappy." Vada mumbles, laughing softly. You break out into a smile. "I'm pouring my heart out here, c'mon!" You tease playfully, putting on an Italian accent.

Vada rolls her eyes, but her smile betrays her amusement. "That was one of the worst Italian accents I've ever heard," she says, chuckling. "But...you mean a lot to me too."

You feel a warm rush of affection as Vada's words sink in. "I'm glad to hear that," you reply, licking your lips. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you both bask in the genuine connection and shared vulnerability. Your eyes never leave each other, as if speaking a language that only the two of you understand.

"Is that all?" Vada breaks the silence. "Or is there something else you want to say?"

"Be my girlfriend?" Vada's eyes widen with surprise, and she stares at you. She takes a moment to process your words before responding, "Okay."

"I'm even more excited than I was." Jordan smiles, "I can't believe you got away with that." You shake your head at your best friend, an eye roll following.

"No, seriously. You asked her to be your girlfriend, it's barely been a month, and you didn't even kiss her after? Shits crazy."

You put the last plate on the table, "Shut the fuck up, Jordan."

Jordan chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I'll drop it. But seriously, man, you might've won this bet. Still gotta get the parents approval, though."

You let out a sigh, saying, "Maybe we should drop this bet, man." Jordan raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his face. "Are you getting cold feet already? Come on, don't tell me you're chickening out now."

You shoot him a glare but can't help but feel a twinge of doubt. "It's just... I don't want to risk ruining our friendship over some stupid bet." Jordan starts to smirk. "Oh shit, you actually caught feeling for her? You can't be serious."

You roll your eyes, trying to brush off Jordan's teasing. "So, what? She's a nice girl, and I don't want to mess things up with this stupid bet about her."

Jordan chuckles, bringing his fist to his mouth. "I can't believe you're actually considering backing out because of a little crush. You've never been one to shy away from a challenge before."

He sighs, adding to his argument. "How about this? If your parents go for it, we'll drop the bet. But if they don't, you have to tell her it was a bet and apologize for any hurt feelings. It's only fair to give her the truth and a chance to decide if she still wants to pursue a relationship with you."

"Fine." You mutter, leaving the room with a heavy sigh.

Vada arrives at your doorstep, a nervous smile on her face. She seems unaware of the bet that has been made and the doubts that have been plaguing you. As you open the door, you can't help but wonder if this could be the start of something real or if it's all just a game that will eventually come crashing down.

You bring Vada into a hug, mumbling into her ear, "I'm glad you're here." Vada returns the hug, sighing contentedly. You pull away, looking into her eyes.

"My dad is in the kitchen." Vada nods, hearing Bad Bunny blaring from the speakers. "Where's your mom?" You begin walking toward the kitchen, "She's in the living room, finishing up the tree. I'll introduce you to her later. Let's go say hi to my dad first." Vada smiles and follows you, playing with her ring as you lead the way.

"Una dominicana que es uva bombón!" Your dad shouts, singing the lyrics. Jordan joins in, singing the next line. "Uva, uva bombón!" You facepalm, shaking your head at their silliness. Vada giggles, clearly amused by their antics.

"Dad!" You shout, trying to regain their attention. "We have a guest here, remember?" Your dad and Jordan finally notice Vada standing there, and their faces light up with surprise and excitement. "Oh wow, who do we have here?" your dad asks, extending his hand towards Vada.

"This is Vada, my girlfriend." You introduce Vada with a smile. Vada returns the gesture, shaking your dad's hand warmly. "Girlfriend? Am I dreaming?" your dad exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I never thought I'd see the day! It's great to finally meet you, Vada."

You sigh at your father. "Es bonita, mija." You clear your throat, blushing a bit. "Suficiente papá." Your dad chuckles and playfully nudges you. "No need to be shy. I'm just happy to see you happy." Vada smiles warmly at both of you, grateful for the warm welcome.

Your mom walks in, her eyes widening with surprise as she takes in the scene. "Well, well, well," she says with a smirk. "Looks like someone finally found themselves a catch." You roll your eyes at your mom's teasing, but deep down, you appreciate her support and acceptance.

Vada begins talking to your parents while you excuse yourself to speak to Jordan. "Looks like I won the bet." You say with a playful smile, feeling a sense of triumph. Jordan chuckles and shakes his head, admitting defeat.

"Jordan, Y/N, come help me bring out the food." Your mom calls out, breaking the playful banter between you and Jordan. You both exchange amused glances before making your way to help her, Vada also joins, eager to lend a hand.

Jordan is the last to leave the kitchen, hearing your parents talk about Vada. "Crees que es otro truco?" Your dad asks your mom. Jordan leans against the kitchen counter, listening intently to your parents' conversation about Vada. He raises an eyebrow, curious about their suspicions.

"No lo sé, cariño. Parece genuino, no crees?" Your dad shrugs at your mother's question, contemplating the authenticity of Vada's intentions. Jordan rushes out to the dining room, catching you staring at Vada like a lovesick puppy.

"Y/N." Jordan calls out your name, interrupting your daydreaming and bringing you back to reality. You hum, nodding your head at him. "Can I talk to you for a second?" You nod and follow Jordan to a quieter corner of the room.

"I heard your parents talking about how they think this is a trick." He begins to smirk, "Maybe this bet may be mine anyways." You roll your eyes, tired of this stupid bet.

"Whatever bro. I just wanna eat and enjoy dinner without any drama." Jordan chuckles, his smirk fading slightly. "Come on, Y/N. You know it's all in good fun. Besides, it's not like Vada and you are actually gonna last." You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what he's getting at.

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, leaning in closer to Jordan. "Are you trying to say that Vada and I don't have a real connection?" Jordan shrugs, a sneaky glint in his eyes. "I'm just saying, Y/N, relationships at our age rarely go the distance. But hey, prove me wrong."

You scoff at him, "Sure...whatever you say. Don't be shocked when Vada and I prove you wrong and end up together for the long haul." Jordan raises an eyebrow, his sneaky glint fading slightly. "Well, I guess time will tell," he concedes, a hint of doubt in his voice.

When dinner ends, everyone begins to clean up and put away the dishes. "Have you seen my AirPods anywhere?" you ask Jordan, hoping he might have seen them. "You left them in my car like an entire month ago."

You roll your eyes and playfully nudge him. "Seriously? You couldn't have mentioned that earlier?" Jordan chuckles and shrugs. "I guess I wanted to see how long it would take for you to realize they were missing."

"You're a dickhead."

"Language!" From the kitchen, your mom scolds, reminding you to watch your language. You sheepishly apologize and snatch Jordan's keys from him. He glares at you, pulling at his phone that began ringing in his pocket.

"Wanna get some air?" You ask Vada, gesturing towards the open front door. Vada nods, following behind you as you step outside. "Your parents are nice. They're pretty chill, and your mom is honestly like drop-dead gorgeous."

You chuckle. "Do I have to compete with my mom for your attention now?" Vada laughs and playfully nudges you. "Nah, don't worry. You're more than enough for me."

You walk to Jordan's car, leaning against it as you wait for Vada to join you. "Wanna sit in the car?" You suggest, knowing that it might be more comfortable than standing outside. Vada considers for a moment before agreeing, "Sure, why not? It's a bit chilly out here." You both settle into the car, leaning back in the back leather seats.

Silence falls between you as you take in the peacefulness of the moment.

You look over at Vada, a soft smile playing on your lips. Vada turns her head to you before sitting up in her seat, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes fall to your lips, staring at them intently.

Without thinking, she leans in closer, capturing your lips with a gentle yet passionate kiss. The warmth of her touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself lost in the moment, forgetting about the chilly weather outside.

The kiss begins to deepen as Vada's hands slide up to cup your face, pulling you even closer. You find yourself melting against her lips, savoring the taste of her soft, sweet breath.

You pull away, breathless and hot, your heart racing as you lock eyes with Vada. "Can I turn on the A/C?" You mutter to the freckled-faced girl. Vada chuckles but nods regardless.

You put the key in the ignition and start the car, the engine purring to life. The cool air from the A/C quickly fills the car, providing a refreshing contrast to the heated moment that just transpired.

You bring Vada into another kiss, more passionate and urgent than before. The intensity between you both grows as you explore each other's mouths, losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. Your hand is tangled in Vada's hair, pulling her closer to you if that were possible.

"Y/N's still doing that bet with Vada?" You recognize that voice, it was Austin. You pull away from Vada, your eyes falling on Jordan's car screen, confirming he was on the phone with Austin. It must've connected to the car automatically, allowing Austin's voice to fill the car.

You quickly release Vada and feel a rush of embarrassment wash over you. You exchange a nervous glance with Vada, hoping Austin doesn't go in detail about the bet you've been participating in.

"It's silly, really. This all started because she didn't wanna do her math homework? So she decided to start dating baby Adam Sandler and introduce her to her parents? That's pretty fucked up. If I were Vada, I'd be pissed."

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart. The weight of Austin's words hangs heavy in the air. You hope that Vada understands that it was all just a silly game and that she won't hold it against you.

"Is he serious? A bet? Am I a bet to you?" You feel a knot forming in your stomach as Vada's voice trembles with hurt and disbelief. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks, and you quickly shake your head, desperately trying to find the right words to explain yourself.

"Am I a fucking bet to you?" Vada's voice cracks with anger, and tears well up in her eyes. The pain in her words cuts deep, leaving you speechless and filled with regret. You reach out to touch her arm, hoping to convey your sincerity and remorse, but the damage may already be done.

Vada pushes away your arm, opening the car door and slamming it shut behind her. Her actions speak louder than words, and you watch helplessly as she walks away, leaving you to grapple with the consequences of your thoughtless words.

Jordan rushes to the driver's side of the door, out of breath. "Did she hear?" Jordan asks, panting as he rests his hand on the car door. The worry in his eyes mirrors your own as you shake your head, uncertain of how to fix the mess you've made. "She did."

It's been two days, and you've called Vada's phone and sent multiple texts, but there's been no response. The silence only amplifies your guilt and regret as you desperately hope for a chance to apologize and make things right.

You decide to call her house phone, surprised when someone answers. "Mrs. Cavell?" You ask on the phone, hoping to speak with Vada's mother. "It's Amelia, asshole. Don't call again."

You're bewildered by the harsh response from Amelia. You never expected her to be so angry and hostile toward you. "Amelia, please. Just put your sister on the phone."

You plead, hoping to reason with Amelia and convince her to let you speak with Vada. However, Amelia's voice remains firm and cold as she refuses your request, leaving you feeling even more desperate and regretful.

"If I buy you $100 worth of slime supplies, will you let me talk to Vada?" you offer, trying to find a compromise. But Amelia's response is immediate and resolute, "No amount of slime supplies will change my mind. Don't contact us again."

"Fine! $200!" you exclaim, desperation creeping into your voice. Amelia stays silent for a moment, finally giving in. "Our parents are out. If you come over, you have ten minutes to speak to her." Relief washes over you as Amelia finally agrees to let you talk to Vada, even if it means spending more money.

With a renewed sense of urgency, you quickly make plans to rush over to their house within the given time frame, hoping that this opportunity will help mend the strained relationship between you and Vada.

You burst through Vada's room, and she jumps up in surprise, her eyes widening as she takes in your unexpected presence. "I'm on limited time by your sister, so I have to make this quick."

You take a deep breath, walking closer to Vada. "I made that bet before I met you, Vada. And spending time with you made me realize that winning that bet was not what was important anymore. What matters to me now is repairing our relationship and showing you how much you mean to me."

Vada's expression softens as she listens, her guard slowly starting to come down. "I never wanted to hurt you, Vada. I want us to start fresh and build something real together."

"What was it for anyway? I mean, what did you end up losing?" Vada asks, her curiosity piqued. You take another step closer before continuing. "I lost a lot of things, Vada. I lost your trust, our connection, and the chance to truly be there for you. But what I gained was the realization that you are the most important person in my life and the one girl that my parents truly approve of."

Vada stands up, playing with the bottom of her shirt. She looks down for a moment, deep in thought, before finally meeting your gaze. "Don't make me sing again." You jokingly mutter, looking down at the shorter girl.

Vada's eyes widen, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "No, not this time," she says playfully. "But I do expect you to make it up to me in some other way."

You smile, leaning down and lifting Vada's chin with your finger. Vada glances at your lips before looking back up into your eyes. You smirk before closing the distance between you, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.

Your worries fade away, drowning in the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage. Vada's arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer, and you can't help but let out a content sigh against her lips.

As you pull away, Vada's cheeks flush with a rosy hue, and she bites her lip, opening her mouth to speak but is interrupted. "Ten minutes is up. Where's my $200?" Amelia says from Vada's door, holding out her hand expectantly.

Vada pulls away from you, confused. "What is she talking about?" You clear your throat. "I might've...um...made a deal with Amelia so she could let me talk to you."

Vada's eyes widen in surprise as she processes your words. "You paid her to see me?" she asks, laughing. You smile sheepishly, "Well, I wanted to make sure I had a chance to talk to you without any interruptions. It was worth every penny."

Vada's laughter fills the room as she playfully nudges your shoulder, "You're ridiculous, but I'm glad you did."

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spideyriki · 2 months

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pretty in glasses

pairing: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: your pretty boyfriend wants to be praised. oh, and he wears glasses!

warnings: sub!sunghoon, heaaaaavy mommy kink, praise kink, mirror sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f and m receiving), hair pulling, nicknames (babyboy, sweetheart & etc.) + lmk if i missed anything

w. count: 2.3k+

a. note: my first fic! hope you guys like it and excuse me for any mistakes, im not confident in my writing so feedback is appreciated :D (im shitting myself nervous rn sorry)

sunghoon was usually a brat but these past few days, sunghoon has been unusually obedient. he did the chores, prepared you meals, tidied your bedroom and etc. you were appreciative of course but you didn't think too much into it. sunghoon, however had an ulterior motive.

"y/n, what did you think of the dinner today?"

"it was really delicious sunghoon, thank you"

"look! i cleaned our room, do you like it?"

"i love it, baby, thank you"

"is our kitchen tidy enough, y/n?"

"it's lovely, sweetheart. thank you for helping"

sunghoon was craving for praise from you. he was desperate for your gentle attention. being a brat, he didn't get it often (during the sex itself, after sex you always showered him in praise) but he loved it so much and he was determined to get it.

one night when you both had finished dinner, you were resting on your shared bed when sunghoon walked in and sat really close up next to you. you smiled to yourself at his affection and rested a hand on his thigh. sunghoon bit his lip at this and his cheeks dusted a light pink, your action sent blood running down straight to his waiting cock.

sunghoon waited and waited for you to do more but that was all you did. sunghoon was growing increasingly frustrated, a small barely audible whine escaped his mouth as he squirmed. you quirked a brow at this before finally setting down your phone and looking at him, "what's wrong, hoonie?"

he looked up at you. he was wearing his glasses and god was he gorgeous. his big brown eyes staring up at you with his black framed glasses adorning his face, feigning innocence. you wanted to ruin him.

his lips formed a pout, "m-mommy", sunghoon called out softly.

you hummed at him, your hand reached out and gently stroked his cheek.

sunghoon sat up on his knees on the bed while both his hands held yours that was once his thigh, "mommy, i have been a good boy today, right?"

oh? you gave sunghoon a beautiful smile before only nodding at him. now you knew what he wanted.

another whine left his pink lips at your silence before he inched closer to you, his warm skin pressed up against yours, "mommy, please."

"please what, sunghoon?"

his two hands fondled with yours slightly, his eyes casted downwards, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose slightly as he avoided your strong gaze. "please reward me, mommy".

your smile morphed into a smirk, your other hand reaching out to sunghoon's chin and making him look you in the eyes. god his eyes in those glasses were sinful.

"you want mommy to tell you how good you've been, hmm?", your unoccupied hand then swept back his soft hair.

sunghoon bit his lips gently before nodding. his hands that held yours shyly moved it downwards towards his crotch to feel his hardening bulge. all while sunghoon gave you the most innocent eyes through those god forsaken glasses.

your hand on his bulge moved in circular motions before you harshly gripped it. sunghoon releasing a small gasp at the movement.

"words, babyboy"

sunghoon mewled at your words, "p-please tell me i've been a good boy. please let me taste you mommy please. o-or please touch me and fuck me stupid. i wanna be mommy's good boy"

the innocent glint in his eyes behind those glasses all while he was on his knees, you didn't stand a chance.

you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward to sit in your lap, a small yelp escaping him when he lost his balance before quickly adjusting his position to sit comfortably.

one last look at your pretty boy in his glasses before you pulled sunghoon in for a deep kiss. the kiss wasn't rushed or urgent but it was messy. your warm tongue slipping into his mouth easily while your teeth clashed with eachother, your saliva mixing together as he kept up with your pace.

sunghoon's hands wondered down to your waist before reaching his hands into your shirt, his large hands massaging slightly before travelling up to your breast. his hands fondled with your boobs, squeezing them gently before his fingertips skillfully rolled your nipples. a satisfied hum left you at the feeling.

sunghoon pulled away from your lips, his lips now beautifully swollen from your abuse. he needed to suck your nipples. once again, his big brown eyes looked up at you while his hands held the hem of your shirt, waiting for approval. any other day, you would've asked him for words but the way he looked so fucking adorable today made him hard to refuse so you gave him a nod. the way he gave you a bright smile made your heart swell up fondly.

in an instant, your shirt was discarded on the floor and sunghoon had your nipple between his plump lips while his hands pawwed at the other. the way sunghoon moaned happily was as if he was the one receiving pleasure. your hands gently ran through his hair. a wave of arousal washed through you as sunghoon looked up at you, batting his long eyelashes at you once again and those glasses resting perfectly on his face. sunghoon switched to your other nipple, sucking just as vigorously on the bud.

the sensation in his mouth was heavenly to him, sunghoon couldn't help but grind his erection into your thigh. at that, you pulled his head away from your boobs by his hair. a whine leaving his lips from the lost of contact as a string of saliva connected him to your hardened nipple.

"do you want me to take care of you, babyboy? i should reward you for being such a good boy~"

sunghoon nodded vigorously, "please, mommy"

you couldn't help but smile at the pretty boy infront of you, "yeah, what do you want me to do? anything you would like to do, babyboy. you've been such a good boy for mommy~"

his dick twitched in his pants at your praise, precum leaking out of his hardened member just by the way you were talking to him softly. after pondering slightly, sunghoon sat back on his knees slightly and pulled your legs apart.

"please, let me taste you mommy. i promise i can make you feel good please."

the was all you needed before you pulled him in for a kiss again, "undress me and yourself, hoon", you whispered in his ear when you pulled away from the kiss.

sunghoon got off your lap and pulled down your pajama pants, every inch of new skin revealed, he left a sweet kiss on it. he nearly drooled at the sight of your black lace panties that rested perfectly on your hips, his erection furthur hardening if that was even possible before he finally took off the garment. once you were bare infront of him, he took started undressing himself.

he didn't give you much of a show because he was so desperate to get a taste of your dripping cunt, you chuckled slightly at his eagerness, "i'm not going anywhere, baby". so you slowed him down when he reached his briefs, deciding to undress him yourself. your hands roamed all across his body from his defined muscles to his torso, not forgetting to run over his nipples before reaching down to his covered erection, repeating your circular motions from earlier, sunghoon let out a loud moan at that, his hips accidentally bucking up at your touch. moving down to his thighs where your nails scratched over them gently. before you finally finally took off his boxers.

his cock sprung out from its confines, standing up proudly. his tip an angry red, precum smudged all over. you couldn't help but smear the precum on his tip even more, a loud whine coming from sunghoon as more precum left his slit.

you let out a chuckle at sunghoon's tiny whine of protest before you stopped teasing his tip to allow sunghoon to continue his ministrations.

within seconds, sunghoon was spreading your legs apart and sitting between them, your pretty pussy was glistening with arousal, clenching around nothing as sunghoon admired you. desperate to dive in, sunghoon was about to take off his glasses before you stopped him and put the glasses back on his face, "keep them on, babyboy"

sunghoon smiled at that before giving you small experimental kitten licks between your folds. his tongue licked a long stripe up from your hole to your clit. holding sunghoon's hair, you shoved his face into your pussy. sunghoon dipped his tongue into your throbbing cunt. he licked into you as if he hadnt eaten for years, you tasted so good. his hands rested on your thighs as they squeezed around his head slightly from the pleasure you were receiving. his tongue explored every crevice of your delicious pussy. his nose rubbing against your clit at his intense licking.

your moans sounded so beautiful to him and only fueled him to make you cum faster. he pulled away and shoved two fingers into your cunt before his tongue latched himself onto your clit, sucking hard. the way his fingers thrusted and curled into you along with his sucking on your clit made your head roll back into your pillow and moans and groans fall from your lips. "you are doing so so good, baby", your praise made sunghoon moan, sending vibrations through you which only intensified the pleasure more. looking down, only to be greeted by sunghoon's big eyes already staring back at you was enough to tip you over the edge. you let out moans and praises as your milky cum squirted out all over sunghoon's fingers which thrusted in you all through your orgasm.

sunghoon gently pulled his fingers out from your messy cunt before putting them into his mouth, moaning around his own fingers at the taste of your arousal before he went down to lick your pussy clean. accidentally overstimulating your sensitive pussy, you pulled him away from yourself and brought him up into a deep kiss.

"good job, babyboy. you made mommy feel so good~", you peppered kisses all over his flushed face as his soft giggles filled the room before kissing him on the lips once again, sunghoon readjusted himself, his red aching cock now resting on your thigh as he tried to discreetly grind against you. pulling away, your hand grabbed his large dick and stroked it.

"since you made mommy feel so good, do you want me to fuck your little hole open, hmm? make my babyboy feel good"

he let out another whine, grinding into your hand, "yes, please mommy, want mommy to fuck me so bad"

sunghoon's face flushed a deep red as you positioned him to face the full length mirror by your bed on all fours. his tiny hole on display for you as you made him look at himself.

putting a generous amount of lube on your fingers, you finger easily protruded into him. sunghoon let out a moan at the feeling of finally being filled up atleast a little bit. thrusting your finger in a few times before adding a second and third to make sure your baby was properly streched out for your strap.

you deemed sunghoon ready once his moans increased in volume and his hips were moving against your fingers. you put on your strap and teased his hole with it slightly watching it clenched around nothing.

"are you ready, hoonie?"

"yes, please fuck me", that was all you needed to hear before pushing in your large cock into him. sunghoon let out a hiss at the stretch.

your hips stilled as you waited for sunghoon to adjust to the strap before he let out a small 'move, please'. grabbing his hips, you thrusted into sunghoon deeply. a deep moan erupted from him as your cock rocked into him roughly.

sunghoon's head fell foward at the pleasure, gripping his hair you made him look at his reflection in the mirror.

"look at how pretty you are, sunghoon. i love these glasses on you. don't you think you look so pretty getting fucked by mommy's cock?"

your pace increased and a whimper fell from sunghoon's lips as he had no choice but to stare at himself taking in all of your girth.

"answer me."

a cry escaped sunghoon as you thrusted into him harder, the tip hitting his prostate.

"yes, wanna l-look pretty just for mommy"

satisfied with his answer, you continued to fuck into him roughly. sunghoon's dick hanging heavily between his thighs, desperate for a release. tears fell from his eyes streaming onto his beautifully flushed cheeks, the force of your thrust making his glasses jump slightly.

you stared at sunghoon's reflection in the mirror and god was he a masterpiece. his beautiful eyes fighting the urge to close shut behind his glasses, tears streaming down his pink cheeks from the intense pleasure, his black hair disheveled from the grip you had on it, his well defined pecs flexing as he struggled to hold himself up in the position. your train of thought was cut off when sunghoon let out a whimper.

his back arched beautifully as the constant thrusting on his prostate grew too much for him, he needed to cum so bad.

"mommy, please please please let me cum"

your heart swelled at his voice which was now higher in pitch as he begged for his release.

"go ahead, my good boy. cum for mommy"

reaching towards his dick you stroked him throughout his orgasm. with a loud moan, he released a nearly concerning amount of cum, dirtying the sheets beneath him.

sunghoon let out a pained whimper as his cock was milked dry, you slowed your movements on both his dick and his hole before gently pulling out of him and letting go off his hair.

sunghoon turned around and fell into your arms. your hands rubbing up and down his back. you left kisses all over his face as he held on to you like his life depended on it.

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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JUST HOW FAST THE NIGHT CHANGES (part 2)

A/N: okay okay part 2! here we are!! my progress about the story is not as fast as i would like it but im trying my best!! feedback is always appreciated!

PAIRING: Harry x High-School-Best-Friend!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SERIES MASTERPOST | SUPPORT ME!

Harry has thought of seeing you again so many times in the past months, he imagined this moment when he lied in bed, counting the days until he meets you again after all this time, but seeing you in real life is nothing like his daydreams.

You’ve changed so much, yet he can see the version of you he last saw clearly too. Your facial features have matured, your hair is longer than he was expecting, though he only saw pictures of you from the past years. You have a black wrap-around dress on that’s hugging your curves that look absolutely delicious.

It’s pretty obvious you’ve put on some weight and judging from the way you nervously keep fixing your dress every other second, it’s something you feel insecure about, but Harry cannot take his eyes off you and he forces himself to tame his already wandering thoughts.

“Dude, close your mouth!” Beckham walks up to Harry, patting his shoulder to snap him out of his trance.

“Shut up,” he mumbles under his breath, averting his eyes from you, but it only takes a few seconds before his gaze returns.

“Go say hi,” Beckham encourages him, but he shakes his head no.

“Later. I don’t… I don’t think I’m the person she wants to see the most.”

Beckham laughs as he walks away with his beer while Harry returns to his seat that’s not as close to yours as he would want it to be, but at least you’re on opposite sides, so he can keep an eye on you as the dinner finally starts. He can faintly hear your voice over the chatter every time you speak up or laugh at something and he wishes he was part of the conversation as well, sitting next to you instead of sneakily stealing glances.

Sometime after the main course and before the dessert it’s suggested that everyone say a short little summary of what happened to them in the past decade, and the round starts, everyone curiously listening to what their old pals are saying.

“Um, hi,” Harry chuckles awkwardly when it’s his turn. “Well, I’ve had a pretty busy couple of years,” he grins, making everyone laugh. “I don’t know what I can say that you can’t read online, but let’s pretend you know nothing. So I just published my third solo album not long ago, I’ve been really enjoying experimenting with music on my own, though I loved my time in the band as well. I’m working on new stuff lately and I still have part of the tour coming up. I’m doing good, it’s all good,” he nods to himself before smiling around and giving the word to the next person.

While he is interested in what everyone has to say, he is mostly looking forward to your turn finally so he can shamelessly stare at you while you talk.

“Hi everyone,” you smile nervously around, squaring your shoulders as attention turns to you. “Um, I don’t really know where to start. I started marketing at college, but I didn’t really like it and I was learning coding at the time so I thought I would start a career in that field. I went to an intense training so now I mostly make websites, but I do other stuff too. Um… I live here in London as most of us do now,” she chuckles, the class sharing her smile. “Nothing… Nothing else to share, really,” she adds in a mumble and looks to her right, signaling that she is done talking, it’s time for the next person.

It wasn’t enough. Harry wants to know more, everything if that’s possible and if it wasn’t for all the people around him, he would stand up and just sit beside you, asking you dozens of questions.

But he has to sit and wait patiently, pretend like you’re not the only one he is interested in the bunch.

An entire hour passes by before he sees you slip away from the table and out to the back patio. Part of him tells him he shouldn’t follow you, but he just can’t stop himself. He excuses himself from the conversation and heads after you, hoping no one will notice him missing inside.

In the summer time there are tables outside as well with fairy lights creating a cozy mood, but it’s too cold right now to sit outside, so it’s only used by smokers occasionally. When Harry steps out as he slips into his coat he spots you right away in the corner, scrolling on your phone as you’re probably having a break. Even when you were younger, you often told him your social batteries easily run out and those were the times Harry gladly sat outside with you until you felt comfortable enough to go back inside. Seems like not much has changed.

“Hey,” he breathes out and watches your eyes widen when you realize he came after you.

“H-Hi!” you clear your throat, slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“Having a social break?” he smiles warmly, standing only a few feet away from you.

“Yeah,” you chuckle.

There’s a bit of a pause where you’re not too sure how to act with Harry right next to you and he is stunned as well. There’s so much he wants to say and do, but he doesn’t know how you’d react. He doesn’t know about a lot of things when it comes to you but he is determined to change that.

“So… how have you been?” he asks at last, the ure to speak up taking over the silence.

“Um, I’m fine. Fine, yeah,” you nod.

“Do you still work at that civil organization, or…?”

“You know I worked there?” you ask, the surprise is pretty apparent on your face.

“Of course,” he smiles softly, a blush tinting his cheeks.

“Uh, I’m not there anymore. I work for a bigger company.”

“But still in marketing?”

“Yes,” you nod. “I can do more designing here on the side, that’s why I switched.”

“You like it?”

“It’s good. But work is work, you know, I was never the kind to be obsessed with my job.”

As you say that you realize he can’t know that, because you weren’t talking by the time you started working. It brings the awkwardness right back and he knows he needs to address some things before moving on.

“Y/N, I hope you know I didn’t… I didn’t want us to eventually stop talking. It’s just that so much happened, all at once and I didn’t take all of it the best way either. I should have focused more on my oldest friendships. I’m sorry, that’s what I’m trying to say.”

“It’s fine,” you shake your head with a weak smile. “People have fallouts all the time, it’s natural.”

But it wasn’t supposed to happen to us, Harry wants to say, but he bites his tongue. He shouldn’t bring everything up the first time you see each other.

“But we could start again,” he suggests, holding his breath as he watches your reaction to his words.

“Start again?”

“Yeah. I would… love to catch up with you, hear about everything I missed. Only if you want to tell me about it, of course.”

You stare back at him for way longer than he would have loved it and it convinces him it’s the part where you tell him to fuck off. He wouldn’t be surprised, you haven’t talked in ages and now he is so desperate to reconnect. You have every right not to want him back in your life even if you never had a fight that resulted in the fallout.

He is about to take back what he said, but you finally speak up.

“Okay,” is all you say with a tiny nod.

He’s shocked, to say the least, even though he was hoping you’d say that. But seeing that small smile on your face is all he needs right now.

“Cool,” he breathes out. The door behind him opens and another guest walks out to have a smoke, making them realize they should probably return to the table. “Look, if you’re free sometime soon, I’m staying until the end of the month. We could have lunch, dinner or even breakfast,” he chuckles. “I would love to see you again and talk. Just the two of us.”

“Alright, I’m in.”

“Cool! Great!” he enthuses, probably more excited than he should be, but it doesn’t matter.

The two of you return to the table soon, no one really noticed that you slipped away, but it leaves Harry with a silly smile on his face that widens every time he looks at you again. Suddenly, he feels like a teenager all over again, he is in that basement with his best mates, just having fun, looking forward to spending some time alone with you.

Your bike rides home together were always his favorites, even the ones when you didn’t exchange a single word. He just loved seeing you by his side, the way you always squinted your eyes when the wind blew harder than usual, how you always checked back at him if he was behind you whenever you were about to cross a road. These are all tiny things that are etched into his memories probably forever.

Sometime towards the end of the evening Bee gathers your little group and asks to talk to you outside. You stand in a circle, everyone eyeing her suspiciously as she tries to hold her smile back, Lucas standing right behind her.

“So, there is something that we would like to share with you guys,” Bee starts and without any time to waste, she pulls out a ring from her pocket and slips it on her finger, holding it up, her grins stretching from ear to ear.

“Oh my God!” Chloe gasps as she realizes what it means. “Congratulations!”

It’s a shock, but not really. Bee and Lucas became an official item sometime before graduation, had a short break during college since Lucas studied abroad and long distance took a toll on them, but they found their way back not long after. Engagement was definitely the next step after they moved together three years ago and adopted a dog just last year.

But still, it’s shocking for Harry to see his old pals move on in life together. There’s a pang of jealousy in him too, but it’s overruled by the happiness.

There’s a round of hugs and congratulations before Bee reaches for her purse and pulls out a stack of envelopes.

“We want to invite you all to the wedding that’s gonna be held in June. You guys have been here from the start and it only feels right if you’re there with us on our big day.”

“Man, I might even start crying!” Joshua jokes, but Harry can see the shimmer in his eyes as he takes his invitation.

“Don’t get too mushy,” Lucas chuckles, patting his shoulder.

Chloe is already talking Bee’s ears off about the wedding and offers to help with basically anything, while you’re examining the invitation card with a soft smile on your lips.

Harry’s excitement runs even higher when he realizes it’s gonna be another occasion where he’ll see you, though he plans to meet a few more times until June.

The night stretches long, it’s way past midnight when the last guests get ready to leave. Harry has been keeping an eye on you all evening in case you wanted to slip out, but you stayed until the end and he doesn’t hesitate to take this opportunity.

“Do you have a ride home?” he asks, when you’re putting your coat on.

“Um, I’ll just call an Uber or something.”

“We can share, I already called one.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

In front of the building everyone says their goodbye, heading their own way and you are left alone with Harry on the curb as the car pulls up.

“So when will you be free for that breakfast slash lunch slash dinner?” he asks, not wanting to miss the chance to see you again.

“I have to check my work schedule, but… I’ll text you, okay?” “Promise?” he arches his eyebrows.

“I promise.”

“Okay. Just so you know, if you ghost me I will come for you.”

“So you’re that desperate?” you chuckle and he just shrugs with a smirk.

“I’m just eager to start over and reconnect with you.”

“I’ll text you, don’t worry. My days are just… a bit hectic lately.”

He wants to ask you about it, would be even better if you just opened up about whatever it is that’s happening in your life, but he’s fine with what he got as well. He doesn’t want to be greedy.

You make some small talk on the way to your place and when the car comes to a stop Harry is already looking forward to seeing you again.

“Don’t forget about texting me!” he reminds you again, to which you exhale sharply.

“I actually keep my promises, Harry. Goodnight,” you say before hopping out of the car, leaving him too stunned to speak and the car drives away before he could even react.

It was like a stab in his chest, your words ring in his head all the way until he arrives home and even after that.

He pushed too hard. He wanted too much. His nagging was supposed to be just a joke, but apparently, he should have been more careful, because your reaction was sharp and painful. But he deserved it, he knows, because what you said… that was a reminder that he fucked up and he can’t just start all over again so quick and easily.

He wants to go back in time and take the words back, everything was going so well up until that point and now it feels like a setback. While in the shower he is composing a text to apologize for overstepping your boundaries and he is just about to type it out when his phone rings, your name on display.

“Hi!” he answers, shocked to receive a call from you but also thankful that he can apologize.

“Hey.” Your voice is weak, but a lot lighter than it was in the car when you parted ways. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“No, no, no, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he shakes his head, sitting on the edge of the bed and he wishes he could talk to you in person, see your face.

“It was rude. You’ve been so nice all evening, even asking to reconnect and I was… I was an asshole,” you sigh and he can imagine you closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I kinda deserved it. It’s been long, Y/N, I shouldn’t have expected to just go back to being best friends. I pushed too hard, so if anyone has to be sorry, it should be me.”

There’s a long pause at your end of the call, Harry is dreading to hear your voice and make sure he didn’t fucked up royally.

“I’ve been kind of… moody lately. I should think about my words before talking.”

“Do you… want to talk about it?” he asks, but then realizes that it might be over the line too. “Only if you want to, you don’t have to share anything with me, I totally understand it.”

“Maybe some other time,” you quietly answer and Harry swallows down his greed to know more. “But… I’m free on Friday,” you add and his heart skips a beat.

“Friday is awesome!” he answers without even thinking through his schedule. If he has anything that day, he’ll surely cancel, nothing can be more important than meeting you again. “We could go out for dinner?”

“Can we… Is it possible not to go out?”

“Yeah,” he nods, though his chest tightens. Does this mean you don’t want to be seen out with him? He wouldn’t blame you, it would put you in the spotlight instantly. “Want to come over? I could cook something.”

“That sounds good. See you on Friday, Harry.”

“Good night, Y/N,” he manages to say before the call ends.

A week has never felt longer. Every waking moment was spent by counting the days until Harry could finally see you again. He planned out the whole evening the day after the reunion, from the meal to the outfit he would wear, he knew it all by Monday rolled around so he had to spend five days anxiously waiting for Friday.

On Wednesday he has a few drinks with just the boys, Joshua, Beckham and Lucas, cheering on Lucas’ engagement and having some boytalk. Even though they kept in touch throughout the years, there’s still a lot to share. They are having a great time, lots of laughs and jokes are shared over their beer.

“Alright, I want to talk about something major,” Joshua smirks over his pint, his eyes finding Harry and he already knows it’s gonna be about you.

“Just ask it,” Harry chuckles.

“Can we talk about how you had the heart eyes for Y/N all evening at the reunion?”

“Like a lovesick puppy!” Beckham laughs, patting Harry on the back as he puts up with the teasing.

“It was nice seeing her again, what can I say?” Harry shrugs, but he can’t hold his smirk up, which earns another round of laughter from his friends.

“Oh, it was more than just nice, right?” Lucas grins with a knowing smirk.

“We shouldn’t be surprised though, you were so in love with her back then,” Beck scoffs as he leans back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest.

“Not in love, I was just…” Harry tries to explain himself, but fails.

“Just in love,” Lucas teases him.

“I might have had a crush on her, I admit. But it’s been a long time, we obviously changed a lot. It was great to reunite with her.”

“And you plan to reunite some more with her soon?” Joshua wiggles his eyebrows.

“We’re actually meeting on Friday.”

“You little minx!” Beckham laughs. “Will you shoot your shot?”

“We literally just met again after almost a decade. There’s no shot to shoot.”

“Yeah, and maybe it’s better if you’re careful,” Lucas nods, but Harry doesn’t really understand what he meant by that.

“Careful?”

“Yeah, I mean, after what she went through…”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” Joshua asks, his gaze flickering between Harry and Lucas.

“What? Tell me what it is!”

“She got a divorce not long ago. Like, about a year ago,” Lucas says, keeping his voice down.

“Huh? I didn’t even know she was married!”

It feels like a punch in the stomach, how he missed such a major event in your life. Not getting an invitation is one thing, but how did you manage to keep it so secret that he didn’t even know you were engaged?

“She kept it pretty low,” Beckham says. “I mean, the divorce and also the whole relationship.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even know about them until she was engaged,” Joshua shakes his head.

“And what happened? Why did it end?”

Beckham and Joshua shrug their shoulders, but Lucas seems like he knows something.

“Lucas? If Bee told you something…”

“I don’t know the whole story, okay? But as far as I know… he cheated on her.”

“Oh fuck,” Harry breathes out, his heart sinking instantly.

“Pretty rough, yeah. But maybe don’t bring it up until she is ready to share it with you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he nods.

The night carries on and they talk about anything and everything, but Harry’s mind stays stuck on you. To be more precise, your divorce he knew nothing about. It’s no surprise you are so reserved and moody, it must have been hard for you to go through it. He can only hope you had friends to rely on, Chloe or Bee at last if he wasn’t there for you.

Another thing to add to the list of things he should feel horrible about when it comes to you.

At the end of the night he offers to share a ride with any of the boys and Beckham accepts, so they leave together.

“I know it’s eating you away,” Beckham speaks up in the car.

“Huh?”

“That you didn’t know about her divorce.”

“I wasn’t there for her, Beck. I should have been, but I didn’t even know she was engaged!”

“You weren’t talking, you couldn’t have known.”

“Yeah, but it was my fault we weren’t talking. I should have tried harder and… I should have kept my promise I made to her.”

Silence falls over the car as the passing lights illuminate their faces. Beckham is looking at Harry while Harry is staring straight ahead, his jaw jumping.

“Look, you’ve made mistakes, it’s fine, totally human. If she is willing to meet you again, I’m sure she is not that mad at you, so it’s a good sign. You… Do you… want to, like… date her?”

Harry presses his lips together, thinking of his answer.

“It’s complicated, but… I think I still have feelings for her,” he admits, finally peeking at his friend. “Is that crazy? I mean, we were kids, can I actually still have… feelings for her?”

“Don’t underestimate your younger self. Look at Lucas. He’s been in love with Bee since forever and now they are getting married.”

Harr hums and nods in agreement, but there’s still a lot he needs to get clear in his head. Whatever it is that he feels for you, he wants to explore it but he also needs to be extremely careful now that he knows what you went through. And what if there’s more to it than the cheating? What if the guy did something else too that left you even more scarred?

He wants answers, but he needs to be patient and give you time.

Time, he couldn’t give you before.

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thesherrinfordfacility · 10 months

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im borderline animalistic where the 40s scenes are concerned and i have a lot of feelings about them that deserve a thorough run down now that we've had more delicious🍲 content🍲 and im in full fledged soup mode

ive talked about a lot of these different bits in different posts but i feel it's a good point to pull them altogether and build on them now that we've had more content, so yeah a lot of this will just be me repeating myself

major kudos, thanks, and my eternal soul goes to @theeminentlyimpractical (prev @lalie-go), im convinced someone visited them in the night and bestowed them the true gift of prophecy that in this instance has been the equivalent of pouring kerosene over the dumpster fire that is my brain rn,,,,,, and they're much smarter and more observant than me and that needs celebrating

✨inhale✨

so ive always been intrigued by the juxtaposition of the 1941 church scene and then the 1967 bentley scene from my very first watch of s1 because their tones are so polar opposite to each other.

you have the church scene (specifically the aftermath) which is so tender and revelatory and hesitant, but like in the same way that a baby bird takes flight for the first time. and it's almost voyeuristic in that you literally see the moment where aziraphale realises that he's in love with crowley. that moment is so deeply personal and vulnerable that it's almost painful to watch through the metaphorical keyhole.

it's a huge development moment for many reasons, but for me specifically bc i think aziraphale is somewhat convinced that he's the only one in on this giddy little secret, so he's a bit flirty and heart-eyed at crowley, but whole-pussy convinced that it's just a cutesy lil secret and he's really subtle and crowley won't cotton on.

then we have the bentley scene in '67, and it's so bloody cold, and awkward, and stilted, and almost hurts to watch - it's voyeuristic in a very different, bare way, in that we see aziraphale so closed off from crowley, but unable to help himself in getting involved because if he doesn't, crowley could end up getting seriously hurt, or wind up dead. and that's unthinkable, so aziraphale placates crowley with the holy water (because crowley will just simply get it another way), and controls the situation that way.

in fact, the whole scene is about aziraphale being in control - of the conversation, of the tension, of the entire emotion of the scene - and is in such contrast to the church scene where we see aziraphale as close to out-of-control as we've seen him so far, at least at that point chronologically. crowley attempts to weedle aziraphale into engaging with him, and aziraphale somewhat releases a little, mollifies him with the offer of a picnic or a dinner at the ritz...

and crowley latches onto this, onto this small chance that aziraphale is giving him, almost like he's trying to comfort aziraphale by offering, or trying to make amends for something. but aziraphale is back in control, never having really lost it, and closes off any opportunity of moving forward. he's regretful, we can see that on his face, but he needs to make space for himself, give himself room to breathe - like he's been suffocating.

now we come to what happens between these two points. i thought that something happened during the Dinner of '41, but now im not so sure. this is because it transpires that we have entirely separate scenes in the 40s era apart from the church and the dinner. but starting with the Dinner of '41, we see that aziraphale is coy, and employs his signature look-look-away mannerism which honestly i think is his biggest tell when it comes to crowley.

crowley is so chilled and relaxed in that scene - leaning back at this candlelit dinner, seemingly in his element, as if his inner monologue is just willing him to Be Cool™. im almost wondering if he's observed this candlelit dinner, and how aziraphale's acting, and is interpreting it as aziraphale just being grateful for saving him and his books, and wanting to make up after the holy water argument, no way does it mean anything more than that. but let's face it, crowley has been besotted for literal millennia and will take anything he can get, any scraps aziraphale cares to throw him.

and now that we know there's further 40s content in the form of the windmill theatre, and aziraphale's magic act. there's a few things to remark on that set the scene (once again the vast majority of which stems from lalie so all apollo memes are to be flung their way thanks)

we know that aziraphale performs a magic show at the windmill theatre, and is accompanied backstage by a well dress older woman and vaudeville/burlesque-style dancers

that woman is played by dame siân phillips, and neil alluded that georgia tennant was in discussions for a role which she ultimately turned down as she didn't feel she was the right fit for someone with that amount of historical importance - which points very firmly to this being the same role, and that role being laura henderson (owner of the windmill)

on a similar historical note, the windmill's theatre manager was vivian van damm (advice: read up on him, he was a genius as concerns finding loopholes in indecency laws at the time), who was VP of the London magician's club, and "held charity shows at the Windmill Theatre"

we know that on the set, along with aziraphale being in his magician's outfit and crowley in his 40s outfit, there were extras dressed up in period-appropriate military uniforms

the opening sequenece shows a bus with "Wings for Victory" on the side. WfV Weeks were campaign weeks in the UK during ww2, starting in march 1943, where each county (US translation in case it gets confused: counties in the UK are almost like states in the US) was essentially set with a target to raise money for the war effort (specifically RAF i think?) and would have competitions with each other to raise the most.

so i feel at this point it can be reliably surmised that WfV was running, a couple of years after the Dinner of '41, and aziraphale (probably having fallen in love with magic after coming across this magician's club of van damm's), get roped into doing a WfV performance at the Windmill.

where is crowley in this, you ask? well he could very well have just seen aziraphale advertised as an act, or if they're still on good speaking terms aziraphale may have simply told him. i feel though that is almost an unspoken hobby of aziraphale's, judging by the crowley s1 reaction to aziraphale liking magic, and ordinarily crowley wouldn't be caught dead discorporated going to a magic show.

now a couple of years previous, we hear glozier say to crowley, "anthony j. crowley! your fame precedes you". but why? why is crowley famous? it doesn't strike me as quite right that crowley is a secret agent or anything, however much a bond nerd he is. but it is the kind of area where i could imagine crowley gets caught up in... so what if he has a job in the heart of soho as (and stick with me here)... a bouncer?! think about it - working hands-on in a sordid, seedy theatre (at least that's how he would spin it to hq) but gets to be outright fiendish to any patrons getting a little too frisky? i think it's PERFECT but whatever-

in any case, i feel like this would just be one of those brilliant coincidences where aziraphale and crowley have an it's always sunny moment, a hilarious double take at each other in the theatre, but aziraphale is quickly whisked off to get ready and get on stage, but not a moment before my boy absolutely bricks it as he's about to go on (this screenshot seriously sends me each time it's so funny). i truly believe that a lot of dutch courage was drunk and a lot of miracles were employed that night haha

so fast forward post performance, and we get this utterly adorable shit being cutesy in his dressing room, congratulating himself on a job well done, spinning around in his lil feather boa, adrenaline (or whatever the angelic equivalent is) pumping, heart racing, just being a complete diva. its aziraphale's world and we're just living in it:

and then crowley comes in, still completely bemused as to what he's just witnessed, and maybe not expecting to encounter an incandescent, bubbling, and probably bladdered af angel spinning around in a fluffy feather boa dancing his approximation of the can-can. aziraphale whirls around, "CROWLEY!!! DID YOU SEE ME?! 💃", and starts blathering about how it all went and how it was so nerve wracking but once he got in the swing of it it was perfect and amazing and oh crowley did you see it, did you see me-

all the while getting crowley (who btw feels like he's just stepped into the twilight zone and not quite sure what to do with himself) totally covered in feathers and, and-

now idk if i feel like anything zesty happening between the two of them would be hugely out of character. and it probably is, and ive probably just provided the fodder material for about a thousand fics, but look if im right in this, im never shutting up about it as long as i fucking live-

what if then aziraphale in his alcohol-fuelled joy just leaps at crowley? huge smothering hug, feather boa and all, and is just essentially vibrating with the happiness and pride and whimsy? and he does that coquettish look-look-away thing that he does? and crowley - oh, crowley my baby boy - knows he should probably slam that pause button because this angel is utterly soused and definitely is not thinking straight... but just wants to soak up how happy and flirty aziraphale is right now? yum up another scrap tossed in his direction, but potentially misreads it all a little bit wrong, and try to take the next step? and aziraphale-

aziraphale very quickly sobers up, entirely miracle-less, and just gets the tiniest bit (see: fucking horrendously) spooked? WOAH this is a bit beyond where i wanted to go? no crowley, we can't do this? i can't do this? im still an angel and im not ready for this?

and someone walks in - it's not aziraphale's dressing room after all. we know from the opening sequence that there's a box in the theatre (which i think is just the artistic depiction of the dressing room scene, not an actual box), from which we see a figure lurking behind aziraphale just as they pull away...

im fully aware that this is completely theoretical and equally improbable but huns my purpose on this site is to provide unhinged commentary as content gets released and ill be DAMNED if anyone says I don't deliver ✨

is this what happens? that there's a very hurried, guilty shuffle away from each other, a very deliberate effort on aziraphale's part not to look at crowley, and a hasty and frightened exit from aziraphale just as crowley is about to apologise? he only just got his angel back after the holy water tantrum, and he's already pushed him away again, by going too fast?

(SIGH EDIT: so i guess the above paragraph does happen but it's got me wondering if the people that interrupt them are glozier and harmony fresh off the national express coach from hell? idk it still kinda fits? tentative but plausible (lmao this sums up my approach to gomens speculation, tentative but plausible))

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tastefulstars · 1 year

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Okay but Steve and you and Eddie decide to move into an apartment together because why not? You're all best friends and the rent is cheaper when split three ways.

Its a shitty little thing but you make it work, make it home. And it's easy, the three of you living together.

You cook for them, you all need better food than just frozen pizzas all the time and fine, I'll make us dinner if you two clean up, so you do - each night is something new and delicious and healthy. You find yourself enjoying it, experimenting and trying new dishes. Pride always making your chest expand and head light when they lavish you with praise as they eat, insisting that no, this is the best one yet.

Eddie and Steve help do chores and find themselves looking forward to Saturday mornings when you all get up early and put music on and clean and tidy and do laundry. It's all so domestic but......... they feel at home and wanted and that they belong, here in this little shitty apartment with you.

Each of you have your little 'oh,,,im in love with them' moments.

Eddie's is when he's working on his campaign, the hellflire club still going even though the majority of them have graduated. The group gather at the apartment once a month, filling in and there is too many people and their set ups spill over the table and floor and kitchen bench. He's writing notes, talking to himself and trying to come up with ideas on where to take the campaign when you pipe up with a suggestion about 'how about the gang have to break into a tomb for some treasure but accidently awaken a mummy who's goal is to eat them and restore itself?' and Steve responds with, 'hmm, no that's a bit too predictable - make it an ancient, elder god who was cursed and needs to consume so many souls to break it' and Eddie is just,,,, melting, tummy flipping and he's giggling at the feeling.

Steve's is when the three of you are just hanging out. It's a friday night and the TV is on and Steve is sitting on the small armchair and you and Eddie are on the couch. Eddie is leaning heavily on his elbow, resting his cheek against his hand, and you're laying awkwardly across the couch and Eddie's lap and you're twisted slightly and you both laugh at something and his heart just stutters, swells and bursts and he can't stop the grin forming on his face. He feels giddy and wants nothing more than to shout it from the window, the he's so in love.

You always knew you loved them, always, but you never realised just how much - how in love you were - until you were in an accident, hit by a drunk driver on your way home. You were in shock and in pain and scared and you wanted Steve and Eddie like scared kids want their moms. You're laying in your hospital bed, wide watery eyes fixed on the door, longing for them to burst through it and wrap you in their arms. You hear them before you see them and as they rush into your room and see their scared, worried faces you break, face crumpling and chest heaving a sob. You reach for them, the movement causing pain the flair through you but you ignore it, wanting you boys and wanting to feel safe. They climb onto your bed and squish you between them and they're kissing your hair and murmuring that they've got you, you're okay honey, you're safe, we're here.

None of you really have to say it, you all know and show each other through your actions and words.

Its natural, the progression from best friends and roommates to lovers and partners.

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erosuguru · 11 months

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Undress me everywhere

Reo Mikage X reader, characters are +18, Reo is down bad for reader, Reader is female, 1.3k words

CW: transitions that make zero sense Mirror sex but only briefly, nutting inside, very slight overstimulation, no proof reading

Note: this is literally 90% word vomit and the title is from that Barbie Girl song (not that its bad i love that song) I finished my last final today and I wanted to celebrate, have sum Reo sorry this is trash im gonna go take a nap

“How about this, love?” Reo framed another dress over your body, settling the sleeves over your shoulders as you felt the fabric settle over your current outfit giving you a preview of yourself in the garment he chose.

“It’s a little too... flashy?” You tried objecting and Reo chuckled, setting aside the dress he suggested.

“Why so humble my love? You know you can indulge with me!” He insisted, smiling at you as he sat at the edge of your shared bed. even after years of being together, he found it adorable how you uncomfortably scurried away from his wealth, any ‘gold digger’ allegations towards you would be written off as delusional.

It’s not that you hated being financially comfortable, it was bliss not having to worry about if you had enough money to order out without making a noticeable dent in your funds (curse these overly expensive yet delicious restaurants). Reo treated you so sweetly it would make lovers of legend start arguments of repeated ‘why can’t you be more like that?!, yet for some reason he would always notice you shying away from him.

He believes ‘shying away’ is the correct term because no matter how far you move from him, he’ll always see heart eyes in your gaze when you look at him. It’s that loving stare that assures him that you still love him but something is keeping you from getting intimately close.

“Come on, sweetheart..” Reo coaxed sweetly after he noticed you started folding away some of the dresses he suggested for you to wear, holding your hands and pulling you closer to him and away from the beautiful fabrics.

“I cleared up my schedule for today, we can go to a fancy dinner? Or maybe dancing?” He emphasized by starting to sway you two slowly, his hands crawling onto your waist as you let out a small laugh at his antics and settled your hands on his shoulders as if to humor him.

“And what about that interview you scheduled with that sports magazine?” You questioned and Reo only shrugged as his hands slid to more restricted territory, he only showed you a smug grin “Dunno, guess they don’t wanna interview me anymore.”

“… They don’t?”

“Nope.”

“They passed up a chance with THE Reo Mikage?”

“I love it when you refer to me like that, Is that how you talk about me to your friends?” He teased and leaned forward for a kiss only to be stopped by a hand to his lips, you had a noticeable warm hue on your face now.

“How about we clean up before you try to do anything?” You suggested referring to the countless dresses laid out on your bed.

There it is again! Reo doesn’t know if it’s because he intimidates you sexually or if this was some tactic that made him want you more (which may or may not be working), but he is hellbent on getting some loving today.

Out the corner of his eye, he noticed a dress with his signature color and an idea sprung.

“Honey, would you mind trying one last dress for me?”

“Reo—“

“Just this one! Then I’ll go back to business, okay?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The first time Reo bought you a few dresses, you vowed to never let this man dress you as his choices were either too erotic or too extravagant. Now you had a new reason to renew that vow;

He was an insatiable pervert who loved to dress you like his little toy doll and you were just as much of an insatiable pervert that lets him proceed with these ministrations.

“Look, baby, look at how pretty you look..” Reo moved a few strands of hair from your face so your vision wasn’t obscured from the reflection you’re witnessing on the mirror on the opposite side of the room.

Reo had you on his lap with your back facing him as your dress was pushed all the way over your waist, legs separated by his knees as he painstakingly fucked his cock into you, trying to savor every squeeze and noise you would produce.

“Y’know.. out of everything I wanna see you in.. I think you look best on my dick~” He crudely whispered into your ear and grunted, bucking his hips upwards to shove his cock deeper. This position may have not been the most practical but he didn’t care- as long as he could watch his dick disappear into your cunt he was the happiest man alive.

You couldn’t formulate proper sentences as he filled you, his pace didn’t need to be fast for him to leave you speechless; as long as he was balls deep you would be slurring your words begging him to use you for his own pleasure.

“What’s that? Say that again, sweetie?” He cooed almost mockingly, leaning closer to hear your ‘commands’, although most of it was moaning and gasping.

“Please..! Ah- Reo! I wa.. want- hnnn..! Want you ta use me- Aah!” Reo bit down on his bottom lip and resisted the urge to cum inside you right then and there, one of the rare times you would ever ask for anything was during sex and who was he to deny your requests when you looked absolutely ravishing?

Begrudgingly, he pulled out and stopped himself from fucking you in that same position after hearing that adorable whine of yours. If he was going to use you he’d need a better way to fuck you deeper hence why he moved you so you were now laying on your back with your knees pushed up to your chest, your lovely boyfriend loomed over you with an excited grin.

“This dress looks so good on you baby, I don’t think you can wear it outside the house though..” Reo muttered as he leaned down towards you, repositioning himself and pushing back in where he knew his cock belonged, before you could ask he kissed you deeply as an unspoken (and debauched with the way he used his tongue) way to say ‘I love you’.

“‘Cause everytime I see you- ugh.. wearing this dress.. fuck!.. I’ll remember this..” he took a moment to breathe, picking up his pace as his dick kept getting sucked back into your pussy, he let out a happy almost drunken laugh “I’ll remember how this dress got me sooo.. hard for you.. how I… mmmh-fucked you while you wore it..”

He always got so vulgar whenever you two got this intimate, and as much as you’d deny it he knows you love it given he can feel your pussy tighten whenever he speaks like this. You could barely focus on what he’s talking about as your brain felt overloaded with the sensations around you, the sweat on your body and his, the crumpled sheets, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot just right.

It was only when Reo was face to face with you that you could focus on him, his violet hair curtaining you both as he kissed you so sweetly in contrast to how quickly and roughly his hips fucked you.

“Can I come inside you, love? Please?”

And even as he was ruining you and any plans you had for walking for the next few days, he still had the princeliness to ask permission as if you hadn’t allowed him to do more perverse things to you in the past, you nodded rapidly and the smile that tore through his features was criminally endearing.

The rapid coiling in your abdomen had long been close to snapping as your lover intertwined his fingers through yours, cock throbbing in excitement to fill you and feel you. Feeling you squeeze him tighter and convulse around him as he watched your expression turn from realization, to pleasure, to overstimulation was absolutely addicting.

He hadn’t even noticed that his hips hadn’t slowed down their onslaught, desperately chasing his own end as it finally washed over him, he let out a loud grunt and a choked ‘I love you’ as he felt his cum fill you, he kept his dick in place using himself as a makeshift plug and ignored your complaints of being sweaty.

wrapping his arms around you he rolled over so you were draped on top of him, he nuzzled your hair and laid a kiss as you groaned feeling the aftermath of his rough treatment settle between your thighs.

"you're so beautiful, love... I love you, my little dress-up doll~"

“Reo, I love you too but seriously..!! I need to shower..!”

“What? Round 2 already? You’re such a perverted woman!”

#reo mikage #mikage reo #reo mikage x you #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x you #mikage reo x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x female reader #bllk x female reader

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wooahaes · 1 year

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spending time with you makes me so happy (its making me smile right now)

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: food mention!

daisy’s notes: me to holly when i planned this: sorry for what im writing for jeonghan-

As much as you trusted Jeonghan to pull together a decent birthday dinner... You still didn’t let him cook alone.

He’d already laid out the recipe for tonight. It was something you love, because he wanted to do something special for you. Yet you had picked up the other apron when you came home, and asked him to tie for you so that you could help. He’d frowned at first, reminding you that he could handle himself just fine (and if not, Mingyu was just a call away), but he knew your real reasoning: you liked cooking with him. It made you happy to feel useful, so he let it all go and carefully tied your apron for you. With a gentle kiss on your cheek, he started to instruct you on what needed to be done with this subtle smile on his face that was full of am intimate fondness for nights like these.

(And he felt that smile grow when you answered with a “Yes, chef!” just to tease him after he finished giving you his orders.)

So the two of you worked together in this calm quiet with only slight conversation flowing between the two of you. You had visited some friends earlier today for brunch, and called your parents a few hours ago, and Jeonghan always took interest in anything you liked to share about your day. Seungcheol had bought you a few face masks that you’d been eyeing up the last time the two of you casually went shopping together (for a present for Mingyu, Jeonghan was pretty sure--he’d already bought something and you wanted to give Mingyu something without your boyfriend’s name attached to it). Of course, he had to hear plenty about it later from the others who spotted you and Seungcheol together--something about how you looked “like Seungcheol’s girlfriend” based on the doting way he treated you, just as a light way of teasing him. It never bothered him (that was why people continued to make the jokes), plus it meant that he knew you were being taken care of by his friends.

He still had the picture that Vernon sent him of you and Seungcheol out that day, where Seungcheol had taken your bags for you, like a gentleman... and he’d been given the delightful opportunity to act offended, asking Seungcheol what the hell this was before his friend quickly realized that he was just teasing.

(Truthfully, you told Jeonghan that Seungcheol would carry his bags, too, if he was tired. Maybe he’ll invite him out with the two of you next time you have some shopping to do, just to see if you were right.)

Genuinely, it warmed his heart a lot to know that you were being doted on by his close friends. He was stirring a sauce for your meal while you recounted how Joshua had sent you a sweet birthday text this morning, saying something.. rather sappy about how happy he was that you and Jeonghan had found one another. Things that Jeonghan had already heard before when Joshua confessed one night that he thought the two of you fit together perfectly, all while a bit drunk on wine.

“Honey?” He had spoken up at one point, gesturing for you to come over. “Can you taste this for me?”

You finished what you were doing, having been almost done, and made your way across your tiny shared kitchen to him. He held up a spoon so that you could taste, and he watched as you thought it over for barely a few seconds before your eyes lit up with pure joy. Pride swelled in his chest: he had made it perfectly for you.

“It’s delicious,” you said after a moment, realizing that your starstruck expression alone probably wasn’t what Jeonghan wanted to hear (although it had definitely been enough). “Is this from the recipe I gave you...?”

“It is,” he smiled, leaning forward to peck your cheek. “I can handle the rest, honey,” he said. “Go rest, okay? You’ve had a busy day.”

With a quick peck against his lips, you agreed after a moment. He knew you well enough: you hadn’t had much downtime to yourself. As much as you insisted that being around him was different, he wanted you to rest. Besides... The sooner he got you out of the kitchen, the safer his little birthday surprise to you would be. The small cake in the fridge had gone completely unnoticed by you so far. You had come home earlier than he thought and spoiled his plan to surprise you with dinner...

... So that was why he had the back-up plan. At least he could surprise you with that and a softly sung “happy birthday“ when all was said and done.

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drpeppertummy · 6 months

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how long have i been saying im gonna finish the val force feeding story. Seven Whole Pages my longest one yet featuring one of his past wives, also from hell, Set in hell circa Back In The Day

[brief hunger, consensual force feeding, stuffing, tummyache, tummy rubs]

Val looked up at his captor with big innocent eyes, batting his lashes sweetly as she paced around him like a hungry lioness. He was tied firmly to the chair, wrists pulled tightly behind the back and ankles bound to the legs, with a rope around his middle for good measure.

"What're you gonna do to me?"

"Feed you dinner," she purred, leaning down to face him. She was three feet taller than he was, with scales and horns and claws and wonderfully sharp fangs. Her fierce gaze was met with a puppydog stare.

"That all?"

"That's all." Grinning widely, she tapped his nose with one of her long claws, and he returned the smile.

Val knew there must be some sort of twist to the dinner situation, he just wasn't sure what it was. Steth was the kind of woman who was into just about anything. Fortunately, just about anything was exactly what he was willing to try. They'd been together for about thirty years--this length would go on to be only a tiny snippet of their marriage--and she had still yet to run out of ideas.

Steth slipped out of the room, and Val's stomach growled in anticipation as he waited patiently for her to return. She'd instructed him to skip lunch that day, and it was late in the evening now, just about the time they'd normally eat. Listening, Val heard the familiar click of her claws on the stone floor, and Steth entered the room once more, now holding a multitude of plates and bowls in her four arms. So there was the catch. Her goat-like ears flicked approvingly at the sound of his belly rumbling again, and she smiled.

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

"Good," she grinned, her sharp teeth glittering in the lamplight. With a clawed foot, she grabbed the table and pulled it up behind Val's chair, then set out the array of dishes on it. He couldn't see what was on it, but a mixture of pleasant smells wafted around him. He thought he could make out the scent of fish, but the rest all blended together into an unidentifiable but delicious aroma, and his stomach let out a whiny growl.

"Patience, beautiful," teased Steth, running a blade-like fingertip along Val's tummy. He shivered at the tickling sensation. She stood before him, then slowly, almost tauntingly, she reached past him to pick up the first plate. As she brought it forward, he saw the fish he'd smelled, a sizeable, meaty fish found in the deep streams of lava in their local region of Hell. It had been cooked whole, minus the armor-like scales that protected it from the heat, and glazed with a sweet-smelling sauce. His mouth watered at the sight of it. Steth scooped up a forkful of the flaky meat and brought it almost to his lips, then paused, pulling back. He looked up at her, puppy-eyed.

"Are you sure you're hungry?"

"Steth, you're killing me!"

"I just want to make sure," she said innocently. "I wouldn't want to go giving you a tummyache, you know."

"I'm starving," he groaned, and his stomach growled desperately in agreement. Steth laughed, a low, throaty sound which Val absolutely adored.

"I suppose that's proof enough," she said, and she fed him the first bite of fish. Val wasn't sure if it was just how hungry he was or if it really was that good, but that first bite was the best thing he'd tasted in ages, and for a moment his eyes fluttered shut in absolute bliss. Steth giggled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"You're adorable," she said.

"You're an incredible cook," Val responded, still dazed with pleasure. "And beautiful."

"There's plenty more where that came from." Steth brought another forkful to his mouth, and then another, and another. Bite by bite, she fed him the entire fish, occasionally running a hand over his belly to gauge how full he was. His hunger slowly melted into comfortable satisfaction as he ate, and by the time the skeleton of the fish was picked clean, he was pleasantly stuffed. Steth rubbed his full belly with two hands as she leaned over him to set the plate back on the table.

"Still hungry?"

"Should I be?" Val smiled cheekily up at her.

"You better be, because that was just the start." She gave his belly a gentle squeeze. It poked out slightly, and it was all she could do not to untie him and scoop him into her arms then and there. She had to be as patient as he'd been, though; there was still much to be done. Still leaning over him, she nuzzled his thick, dark hair, then straightened up once more with a new plate in her hand.

Val wasn't particularly hungry anymore; the fish was big and had filled him up nicely. His appetite was far from gone, though, and he was certainly not opposed to the idea of eating more, although, thinking about the amount of dishes Steth had brought out, he wondered how long he'd last before having to tap out. Right now, though, the plate before him held one of his greatest weaknesses: raw red meat.

"You don't really like this, do you?" Steth teased, tickling at his slightly rounded tummy with one clawed finger as she held the plate in front of him.

"I've been known to try a bite once in a while," he said, and she laughed.

"Once in a while, huh?" She skewered a dripping chunk with a long claw and waved it before his face, amused by the way his big dark eyes followed it. She brought it towards his mouth, then, just as she had with the fish, pulled it back.

"I don't know," she said, lightly running her fingers across his cheek. "That was a pretty big fish for a little critter like you. Aren't you full?"

"Oh, Steth," he whined, his eyes pleading, and she gave in. Smiling, she let him pull the meat from her claw. A drop of juice trickled down his chin, and she gently swiped it up and licked it from her finger. She brought another piece to his lips, and he took it in his teeth with a soft hum of pleasure.

"I think this is my favorite of your ideas yet," he said, swallowing and smiling up at her. She laughed.

"I thought you'd like it," she said, returning the smile.

"And how are you liking it?"

"Just as much as you," she purred, feeding him another chunk of meat.

"Oh?" He looked curiously up at her. His stomach gurgled softly as he swallowed.

"You're just so cute when you're full," she said, running her hand up and down the side of his belly. He shuddered at the pleasant feeling. He was indeed getting very full, and his belly poked out considerably now, bulging against the rope tied snugly around his middle. He supposed that rope would start to get uncomfortable if he ate much more, but right now it was just a small pressure against his stomach.

Fortunately, the amount of meat was less than the fish, and it wasn't long before that plate, too, was empty and his belly was twice as full as it had been before. He let his head fall back with a sigh. His belly was straining against the rope and the waist of his pants now, firm and taut and round, but it didn't quite ache. The warm weight of all the meat in his stomach was comfortable, actually.

Steth reached past him to set the plate down, and this time she came back empty-handed. Smiling, she pulled up a chair of her own and sat down in front of him. Two of her hands cupped his bloated tummy, gently rubbing along the solid curve of it, slipping underneath his sweater to caress the taut, hairy skin. Another hand reached up to stroke his dark, wavy hair, and he couldn't help but purr at the pleasant sensations. The fourth hand rubbed his thigh teasingly.

"How do you feel now?"

"Stuffed," he sighed, and he meant it. He knew he would be able to eat more, but we wasn't sure how much, and the rope around his belly was beginning to grow uncomfortably tight.

"Think you can fit a little more?" Steth pressed gently into his belly as she rubbed, coaxing up a small burp.

"For you, I think I can."

"You're a doll," she smiled. She massaged his bulging tummy for a few moments longer, then reached past him once again to retrieve a new dish, a bowl this time. Looking into it, Val saw that it was filled with chunks of a spicy root vegetable native to Hell, and his appetite began to perk back up. The spice level of this particular vegetable would be nearly intolerable to a human, but to Val, it was perfect. Still, it was a big bowl, and he didn't think his stuffed belly could fit the whole thing.

"Hope you're not too full yet," said Steth, dipping her fork into the bowl and feeding him a bite. He let out another little hum of pleasure at the flavor, but his stomach groaned uncomfortably as more was pushed into it. It took only a few bites more to push him into the realm of discomfort, and his stomach began to ache as it stretched tighter. Steth didn't let up, though, and kept going until the bowl was empty.

The rope was pressing tightly into his skin now, and he was sure there would be a deep red mark across his belly when the evening was through. His stomach felt taut and strained, struggling against everything that had been forced into it, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying in vain to find a position that would ease the pressure in his distended belly.

"I don't think I can eat any more," he confessed. He forced up another quiet burp, followed by a soft grunt of discomfort.

"Oh, poor sweetheart," said Steth, setting the bowl down and returning her big warm hands to his tummy. He arched his back slightly, trying to press his belly against her hands, and she smiled. Gently, she began massaging once more, rubbing the taut curve jutting out just beneath his ribs. She pulled up his sweater, struggling to inch it up from under the rope but finally freeing it to expose his entire belly. She gazed admiringly at his belly for a moment, taking in the beautiful roundness of it, the uncomfortable bulge of his sides, the strained rise and fall of his breath. Then, she leaned down and planted a kiss on his tight upper belly, and then another, and another, until the entire surface was covered with the tingle of invisible kiss marks.

"Don't you think you can try a little more?" She looked up at him, gently rubbing his sides. "For me?" Val looked down at her and was immediately entranced by her gaze. His stomach was just about at its limit, but he couldn't say no to her.

"For you, I'll try," he agreed. She smiled brightly up at him, then sat upright, took his chin in her hand, and kissed him on the lips. He melted into the kiss and was disappointed when she pulled away to find the next dish. He craned his neck to kiss hers as she leaned past him, then tried to nip at her arm.

"You better quit it," she giggled, giving him a gentle thump on the belly.

"Oof," he groaned, wincing. "Mean." There was no bitterness behind the word, only affection, and she kissed him on the cheek as she righted herself with a new dish. He was relieved to see that it was smaller than the last few.

"I'll go easy on you with this one," she said, sticking the fork into the bowl and pulling out a piece of fruit. That was a relief as well; he was still stuffed beyond words, but at least fruit would be a light course. She brought the fork to his mouth, and, reluctantly but obediently, he ate.

Val's stomach grew tighter with each bite, and it gurgled unhappily as it strained to hold onto everything inside it. The rope was very uncomfortable now, and it ached as his belly pressed into it with each breath. The waist of his pants was becoming too much as well, and the fabric creaked as the pressure beneath it grew.

"Wait," he gasped suddenly, turning his head away as Steth tried to push another forkful into his mouth.

"What is it?"

"Can you unbutton my pants? Please," he begged, looking pleadingly up at her. Steth raised her eyebrows, then looked down, quietly considering the way his belly bulged uncomfortably against his pants. He fidgeted in his seat.

"Alright," she said finally, reaching down with her free hands. She had to pull the waist of his pants tighter to get enough slack to undo the button, and a quiet moan escaped him as she did, followed by a sigh of relief when she let go. It helped a little bit, but the rope was still overbearingly uncomfortable, and even without it, his belly was stuffed to the point of aching.

"I'll tell you what," she proposed, and he looked up attentively. "We'll finish this bowl, and then I'll untie that rope around your tummy."

"Deal," he said eagerly.

"But," she continued, holding up a finger. "After that, it's time for dessert." Val wasn't quite as thrilled about that as he was at the idea of releasing his distended belly from its constraints. He supposed he could turn her down and tap out, but he hated the idea of disappointing her when they were so close to concluding her activity. He considered the alternative. A little more fruit and dessert couldn't be so bad. Even on a painfully overstuffed belly, Val had a strong sweet tooth, and he could always be talked into dessert. He decided to push on.

"Alright," he agreed. Steth smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.

"You're a sweetheart," she said, touching her nose against his before sitting up and bringing the fork back to his mouth.

The bowl of fruit was small, but it didn't go down easy. Val's stomach was so stuffed that he found it difficult to force any more into it. He let out a quiet moan of discomfort as Steth pushed another bite into his mouth, and his belly groaned in protest as he swallowed it down. Finally, the fruit was gone, and Val felt ready to burst.

"Good job," said Steth, impressed. "That's an awful lot in that little tummy. You still want me to get rid of that rope?"

"Please," he groaned, letting his head fall back.

"Are you sure? It might be the only thing holding you together," she teased.

"Please," he begged, looking urgently up at her.

"Oh, alright," she giggled, and, with a quick slice of her razor-sharp claw, the rope fell to the floor. Val let out a heavy sigh of relief. A sore red imprint streaked across his round belly, and Steth rubbed it gently. His stomach felt unbelievably tight under her hand, and for a moment she wondered whether going through with dessert would be too much for her little husband. He was, after all, considerably smaller than she was, and she had a tendency to overestimate how much his tummy could hold.

"Think you can still hold up your end of the deal?" She rubbed her hand in slow circles over his bulging stomach, and his eyes fell shut at the soothing touch.

"I'll try," he said. "For you."

"You're the best," she said, kissing his belly as she rubbed his sides.

"If I say stop, though, you gotta stop, otherwise that's gonna be the end of me," he said with a weak chuckle.

"Deal."

Dessert was a big slice of pie, and Val perked up a little at the sight of it, although he had absolutely no space left to fit it in. Still, when Steth brought a forkful to his mouth, he obediently opened up and ate for her. He almost couldn't bring himself to swallow, but swallow he did, and he felt his stomach stretch further to accommodate the new addition. He didn't think it could stretch much more. He let her feed him another bite, and then another, but when she brought the next to his mouth, he turned away, still struggling to force down the last mouthful. Finally, he swallowed with a thick gulp.

"I can't," he groaned, looking defeated. "I can't eat any more." Steth nodded and set the plate back on the table.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart," she said, placing two of her hands on his drum-tight belly and reaching around with the other two to untie his wrists. His arms fell limp by his sides as they were freed, then, weakly, he reached up to wrap them around her. His belly pressed against hers as he hugged her, and she could feel the strained digestive gurgles rumbling through it.

"I can't believe how stuffed you are." She reached down to cut the rope from his ankles, planting another kiss on his belly as she did, right on the painful red mark crossing it.

"Well, you're very persuasive," said Val, clinging to her again as she righted herself. He nuzzled his face against her neck, planting a small kiss before laying his head wearily on her shoulder.

"I don't suppose you're up for anything else," she teased, running her fingers through his hair.

"God, no," he moaned, and she laughed. Gently, she scooped him up in her arms, scattering a series of kisses over the taut skin of his belly before carrying him bridal style back to their room. She laid him down on their bed and then climbed in beside him, tenderly rubbing his tummy.

"I'll pay you back tomorrow, though," he said, smiling slyly at her.

"Promise?"

"Promise," he said, and they kissed once more.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #xvalx #xstethx #burst mention

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somnolentdipso · 2 months

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Feedee AfterCare from Mister💕

Following an extensive and arduous session of gluttonous delight, which lasted long enough to leave behind various crumbs and wrappers, scattered untidily between you and the sheets of the bed. I could sense the sound of your arduous and soothing moans and expressions, indicating the struggle you may have been going through.

“Let mister help prop you up for some rest while I run a bath for you. I can't have my little meat cutlet all dirty after such a good time.”

Let me unfasten those cuffs I made from your shirt. It seems like it has only been a few weeks since you were wearing size XL, but now you're getting close to needing a size almost triple the X's. Using the stained shirt and even my hands, I will delicately wipe away any crumbs or food remnants from your face, allowing you to enjoy and savor each delicious morsel left entirely.

“My I do hope I didn't push you too hard honey? I appreciate all the effort you put in to help me get feedback on my test recipes and I want you to know that your hard work didn't go unnoticed. I can see how much you've improved and grown, and I'm really proud of you.”

Allow me to apply that lotion you chose last outing to your skin, leaving it feeling silky, soft, and smooth to the touch. As I glide my hands over every inch of your body, you can relax and indulge in this pampering experience. I'll make sure to reach even the most hard-to-reach spots that may have grown since your last major stuffing. You can enjoy the scent of your choice as it lightly fills the room around you, enhancing your overall relaxation and tranquility.

“I can tell by those weary eyes your looking forward to snuggling up with one or maybe two blankets and resting your head on your propped pillows? Im glad I could help you relax and drift off for a while before we head out for a delicious dinner this evening . You are such a wonderful lump of dough and I am eager to spend more time with you, indulging in our shared dreams and perhaps even discovering new ones. I have a feeling that your gonna bring more of an appetite later so rest well ok?”

#looking for a feeder #feedee encouragement #get me fatter #gaining weight on purpose #looking for feedee #soft feedism #stuff my belly #soft d0m #feedee feeder #feed me #cute fatty #b0ndage #trans feedee #feedee girl

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maidragoste · 1 year

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So rhae has a crush on reader ... DELICIOUS

So now we have ali, rhae, the foot man and harwin im our bag

I dont remember if you especified if she fights (with a sword and stuff) but if she was, she would be very present in the boys lives even more

As the boys grow older (in their child state aka pre-maimed aemond) she would spend time training with alicents children.

The reason of the bullying was because of the love their dear aunt held for some of them and the disregard towards another

Rhaenyra is always trying to be with you someway or another

One time she tried to seduce you amd you didnt even spare her a glance (daemon tought this to be funny)

Lucerys wants to be like you

You always baby your sons so much, you always run to kiss their cheeks

You keep harwin around as a political investment, you want the strong connections (he knows this, but he stays anyways)

You now are more dominant in life, you refuse to let someone take the lead

Otto secretly likes you (youre just as smart as him fr)

This is just my fan made headcannons in a way...i just like this series so much

Btw who do ypu picture as y/n, like your personal view?

Rhaenyra had a crush on the wife of her son's father, she's very 🤡 (like girl, why did you sleep with her husband instead of confessing that you were jealous?) but I still love her 🤪

Reader: *breathes*

All:

I never said it in any post but I'm sure Reader knows how to fight. I find it hard to believe that Corlys didn't teach her daughter to defend herself against her. She knows how to handle the sword because he and her uncles taught her how to use it. She used to fight with Laenor.

Even so, Reader prefers knives because they are easier to hide and if someone attacks her, no one expects her to have her weapons hidden.

I have the headcanon that when she was little and she accompanied her father and her uncles to sail, a sailor taught her to throw knives.

I can definitely see Reader on the parade ground accompanying the children in her lessons. I would be aware that Criston Cole does not overextend them.

I CAN TOTALLY SEE the reason for the bullying being the fight for Reader's love. I don't feel like she disowns Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey but it is evident that she loves the green children more and that she is more affectionate with them.

I really love your headcanons. Rhaenyra always tries to find an excuse to be with you, she looks forward to every time Viserys orders family dinners because that's the only way you'll agree to have dinner with her and she also takes advantage of your affection for Jace to get him to invite you. to spend time with them.

Rhaenyra wanting to seduce you and Alicent looking at everything furious. Larys is calm because she knows that the princess has no chance with you. And it's true, there's no way you're going to look at Rhaenyra that way again...It's more likely that something will happen between you and Daemon (and that he seems like a hateful man to you) before you have something with Rhaenyra.

Lucerys wanting to be like Reader 🥺🥺 He admires you so much because you keep smiling and being kind to people despite all the whispers from court

Your children are your greatest joy. You love teaching them new things and sharing your family customs with them. It is not a secret that you are a loving mother, you are always happy to hug them or kiss their cheek 🥰🥰

Harwin knows that you will never love him like before, but he is satisfied with being able to continue by your side and not hate him. He is content to be the father of your children.

DEFINITELY OTTO LIKES READER. Well, he doesn't agree with the relationship you have with his daughter (because he is a man of faith) but he likes you and you serve him. He notices how you protect his daughter and his grandchildren, how Aegon listens to you, and how you make people start thinking of Aegon as heir to the throne. You win support for the greens.

I see Reader as someone smart. She always knows what to say to make people happy and to make them trust her, that's why she was always very loved at court.

She also lets people see her as weak. Although she knows how to fight from the affair of Rhaenyra and Harwin the image of Reader. She takes advantage of that and makes the court feel sorry for her so she gets people to start disowning Rhaenyra and Harwin.

People see Reader as a nice and kind person, which shee is but sometimes she is nice to court people that she doesn't really like just to have allies. Larys is the first to notice, she begins to notice how the wrinkles around your eyes aren't as deep when your smile isn't sincere or how your fake laugh tends to be shorter.

By the way, anon, if you want, the next time you write to me, you can choose an emoji (it can be anything except 👾 or 🌺) so I can identify you 😊

I hope you are well anon and that you are happy with my answers 🥰❤️

#lu speaks #hotd x reader #the sea dragon the clubfoot and the green queen #velaryon reader #anon ask #anon <3 #thanks for the ask!#ask me anything #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #larys strong x reader #lucerys velaryon #harwin strong x reader

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poohbea · 2 years

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Hey Pooh

Hope your having a good day or night. I just want you to imagine this for me, you don't have to write anything because I know your having a little writers block, but it's your decision if you want to or not.

Imagine Draken coming back from the military ( whether he was a marine, navy, army, etc) surprising his chubby s/o and she tries to make him dinner but he stops her and says " but baby I'm not hungry for dinner, I'm hungry for you" *draken signature smirk*

Low-key I just died. Plus Kenny would look so hot with military attire on. Oh dear lord

sha shaaaaa my babyyyy, my day is going well, got up late today hahaha. ALSO, IM IMAGINING, TRUST ME IM IMAGINING. imma write a little something because it’s you and i can’t not.

military husband!draken x fem!chubby!reader

content: oral (receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart), getting eaten out on the kitchen counter, neediness cause he hasn’t seen you in a long time, unfinished smut

Draken ruffles his hair with a towel as he enters the kitchen, stray water droplets speckling his skin in doing so. He watches you tend to the pot you have on the stove, unaware of his presence just a few paces behind you.

You hummed to the song playing in the background, his shirt adorning your frame swaying in a baggy mess that sat just below your ass. Oh, how he missed this, how he missed you. How he yearned for you during those lonely nights at the compound, your voice, your bubbly aura, your cooking. The scent of hot curry filled the room in a shroud that made his mouth water. However, food was the last thing on his mind right now.

“Mm, my favourite.” He purrs, slipping his hands around your waist.

You giggle in surprise, leaning your head against his, comfortably. “I know how much you hated the MRE's at base so I thought I'd make your favourite.”

“I wasn't talking about the food, baby.” He whispers, kissing just below your earlobe.

“Oh, is that so?” You tease, exhaling as his fingers path their way down your stomach, snaking beneath the thin cotton of your t-shirt.

“No panties?” He smirks, digits welcomed by the warmth of your thighs.

“Just the way you like it.” A sigh escapes you when he begins to circle your clit, your own fingers combing through his black locks tickling your neck.

“You spoil me, baby.” The low baritone of his voice turns your mind fuzzy, his hips rocking slowly into your backside. He watches the curry bubble in the saucepan, free hand switching the knob on the stove to off. “How about we skip dinner?” He growls, nipping at the juncture between your shoulder and neck.

“But I thought you were hungry.”

“Mm, not for dinner, baby.” You turn in his arms, hard nipples grazing against his chest beneath your shirt. He laughs at your playfully skeptical expression, hands finding purchase in the softness of your ass. “Plus, I always preferred to have my desert first anyway.”

“Corny as usual, that’s one thing I didn’t miss.” He mimics your cheeky smile, brow raised in challenge at your statement.

“Oh, now I know that’s a lie.” His fingertips descend to the back of your thighs before lifting you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. “You missed me." He steps forward to sit you on the countertop, hands moulded to the curve of your ass as he pulls you to the edge. "You missed these hands." His lips caress the dip of your collarbone, tongue laving heat into the flushed skin. "You missed these lips." He kisses past your navel, parting your thighs to settle between them on his knees. "You missed this tongue." Your gasp sets him off as he paths a long stripe over your clit, the sweetness of your arousal egging him on further as it dances on his taste buds.

"Okay, okay. I may have missed it a little bit- fuck." He chuckles at your weak moan, tongue dipping into your wet heat, unyielding in his movements. "Okay! A lot, a lot."

"Mm, that's what I thought." Your hips buck when he sucks on your clit, a delicious whine cascading from those pillowy lips of yours as he continues his assault.

"'Ken, please, fuck!" You cry, your weak attempts at running halted by his large hands rounding your thighs, delving deeper into the paradise of your pussy.

"Uh, uh, we're not stopping till I'm done eating." He smirks as he blooms a hickey on your inner thigh. "And unfortunately for you sweetheart, I'm starving."

tags: @gardenof-venus, @sailewhoremoon, @okhotel, @xharia, @sakinotfound, @hoohoohope

#forgive me if this is garbage but this is my attempt at breaking my writer's block #i tried sha sha i tried #cause this was just too good not to write #you forced my hand #pooh's thirsts ♡#tokyo revengers #tokrev #draken smut #draken x reader #draken #draken x female reader #draken x chubby reader #chubby reader smut #chubby reader

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lfghughes · 11 months

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Can you write something about reader and Nico coming from different cultures and gradually learning about the food and doing taste tests and stuff?

a/n: so i kinda wrote this just based off my own personal experience so im so sorry if this sucks. but yeah i mentioned before my family are not from the states so this hit so close to home. i kid you not guys i had my first classic hamburger at 15 at my friends pool party.

Growing up you didn’t really get to experience a lot of different foods from cultures that were different from yours. This had kind of painted you as picky growing up because you never had the same food tastes as your friends from school. But as you got older and you had more freedom to go out to eat you got to try many different foods and expand your tastebuds a lot more.

When you started dating Nico one of your favorite things was getting to cook for him recipes from your culture and that your family had taught you. Then he would return the favor and cook one of his favorite meals from back home for you. Both of you currently were in the kitchen right now as he looked at a recipe his mom had sent him. “Do you need me to start chopping anything up?”

“Can you just cut those potatoes for me while I get started on the rest?” He asked as he got to work. You loved trying recipes his mom would send him because the food was so different from the food you had grown up on. It was nice having a blended household in this way because both of you were constantly trying new things with each other. Not just food wise either because you both would teach other phrases in each others language.

You finished cutting the potatoes, placing them to the side so he could use them when he was ready. While he prepared the food for you, you started setting the table and then went to look at your own recipe. Nico might have been in charge of dinner tonight but you were in charge of dessert and if you started now it would be ready by the time you were both done eating. “Dinner is done.” Nico told you as he brought the food out, placing some on your plate.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it. I’m nowhere close to being as good a cook as my mom. But this was my favorite thing to eat as a kid.” He told you and already your heart filled at the idea of little Nico getting excited about the food he would be having for dinner. It was nice he was able to do these things and get to still eat his favorite food. You took a bite and let the flavor settle in as you nodded your head. “Babe, this is so good.” You told him once you finally swallowed.

You were already going back for another bite because you could see why he loved this plate so much. “I’m really glad you think so because now I know I can make it more.” It didn’t take long for either of you to finish eating. Now it was your turn to get dessert. “I’m absolutely stuffed but there’s always some room for dessert, right?” You asked with a laugh as you went and grabbed the dessert you made. “This looks amazing.” He told you and both of you finished off your meal with some deliciousness from your own culture. You looked forward to all the future meals you two would have together but also you knew you would have a cute blended family who would also get to experience this too in the future.

#nico hischier imagine #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier

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star55555 · 6 months

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Warnings: Emeto, urination, and feces. 18+ only! This story is unedited and may have errors. I wrote it quickly and wrote the first thing that popped into my head. Enjoy!

I waited patiently for Reed to get home for dinner. Thankfully, this was his last late night shift. It was now 10pm and I had made spaghetti and meatballs. Reeds favorite.

Finally the door opened and I ran into my husbands arms. However, he felt warm and he hugged me back in a way that made me worried. I looked up at him to see that his face was covered in sweat.

"Honey? Are you okay?" I ask gently dabbing the sweat off his head.

He shook his head and held his stomach, "No, I'm not feeling to hot. But maybe I’m just hungry and the food looks delicious.”

I looked at him skeptically, but helped him to the kitchen. Sitting next to him I watched as he put the first bite of spaghetti to his lips. His face turned a little green but he managed to swallow it.

I carefully monitored the bites, and to my surprise be managed to get a full plate down. He looked at me his eyes glassy, "Can we cuddle please?"

He's not usually the one who asks for attention so I knew he wasn't feeling well. I got into bed with him and helped him strip down to his undies and I got into my bra and undies. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He sat carefully over my lap and layed his head on my chest.

After a few minutes like that I heard him moan slightly and I felt his stomach lurch from on top of mine. He looked at me carefully, "I feel like im gonna be sick..." he said burping slightly.

He continued, "I don't wanna be sick. It's so uncomfortable." I rubbed his back gently

"I know Honey, but you can be sick right here. I will take care of you.

He nodded carefully then looked at me, "Where?" He said carefully positioning his hand over his mouth as if he was close to vomiting.

I gently removed his hand from his mouth and leaned him forward so that he would be vomiting into my bra. The perfect bucket. He instantly grabbed onto the sides of me and began to cough wetly over it.

"Oh honey, I didn't think you were that sick that you meant you felt like you were gonna be sick this instant."

Reed looked at me sadly, "That spaghetti is gonna make a reappearance on your chest in a second. I'm sorry..."

I looked at him and gave him a big kiss on the lips, "it's okay baby, get it all up. Your obviously feeling sick. I'm your bucket."

"The best bucket..." he said between wet burps, "It's making its way up... I feel so sick and I have to pee..."

I carefully took his boxers off, "Go ahead honey."

Reeds face was sickly and pained as she dry heaved over my bra. Mumbling, "i can't hold it back much longer."

"Honey don't hold back, let it out. Puke up the spaghetti it's okay."

He burped again, this time spit dripping from this lips, "I had chicken for lunch... I'm sorry this is going to be gross. But it's not agreeing with me. I can feel it coming..."

I just held him closer so that his head was directly over my bra and his crotch was laying on mine. I could feel his stomach tensing with every moment. My poor baby was so sick. He was about to be violently ill. His food was not agreeing with him.

"Honey... it's coming..." he says nervously with a particularly deep burp being up some small chunks of chicken and spaghetti into my bra. He gags and his body stiffens as he continues to eject the food from his stomach, "I'm gonna be sick... this spaghetti is on its way onto your chest honey."

I hug him tight, "let it out baby let it all up. Do you need help?"

He nods slightly, "push my belly please?"

I carefully push on his belly and he groans, "here it comes..." and he lets out a deep burp and chunks pour into my bra. Strands of spaghetti and chicken cover my entire chest and up my neck as it splatters. He begins to pee himself as he continues to vomit. He grips the sides of my bra and rubs himself onto me as he burps and gags over my chest. I rub his back and whisper gently as he continues to vomit.

"I'm not done..." he managed before jolting forward and splattering more chunks onto my chest.

"get it up baby..." I say gently.

"I need help..." he struggles as he opens his mouth some more. I carefully put my fingers in and he gags projectile vomiting all over me. Strands UI of spaghetti and chicken cover my entire body as she sits up for a moment to let out a fart. He manages a quick sorry before voiding diahrea all over my legs. I hold him close as he continues to defecate loosely and tears fill his eyes. He is so sick. He coughs harshly and brings up more chunks onto me. As he is gagging I give him a kiss and chunks hit my lips but I don't care. I'm proving him comfort.

"Can I vomit into your bra please? My stomach isn't done." I pull him in close and he burps over my chest wetly and begins to bring up more of his dinner and lunch. He rubs himself on me gently for comfort as he continues to vomit. In between vomiting be moans and whimpers that he wasn't done and he had more to vomit. That he felt so sick. I carefully massaged his face as he vomited. Catching some of the chunks I threw them to the side. I feel his stomach tense as he vomits. I sit up gently and he is now directly on my lap once again. I finally just take off my bra as it is filled with chunks anyway.

"Reed, sweetie. Just be sick right here okay?" I said pointing to my stomach and lap.

He nods gently knowing he is about to be sick again very soon. He sits up gently and grabs onto my shoulders. Burping up some stomach acid onto my stomach I rub his belly.

He looks at me, "My stomach is in knots... it's not empty yet. I need to puke some more."

I hold him close as he says that, "Be sick whenever you need my love."

He leans forward and we kiss. That's when he starts to burp slightly and some gets onto my face. He angles his head slightly so that the stomach bile drops off his lips into my lap.

"It's about to come up... I can feel the chicken forcing it's way up. I'm sorry it's about to make it's reappearance again..." he said with a forceful burp that makes his whole body jerk forward. His face jams into my chest and he burps up some stomach bile that drips down my chest onto my stomach. He gags harshly and brings up a large chunk of chicken. Shaking his head mumbling that it's coming he grips my shoulders and uses me as a support to bring up a long stream of chunky vomit all down my chest and stomach. Layers of vomit cover me as he vomits. His crotch rubbing on me as he continued to jerk forward to bring up more. I hold him close and put my hand under his chin to try to catch some of it and for comfort. I was alarmed by how many chunks of chicken were being puked up from his poor stomach. His hands were glued to my shoulders as he kept using me as a stabilizer to bring up his stomach contents onto me.

"More chicken coming up..." he mumbles with a loud burp and more warm vomit falls onto my stomach.

He falls asleep shortly after and we sleep for a good 4 hours before he sits up quickly and groans, "Please wake up... I'm gonna puke again... it's coming u-"

I quickly sit up and help him lean over my fresh bra and he burps up chunks into it. He gently takes a cracker from the stand and tries to eat it but he instantly gags and brings it back up all over my chest and stomach. He doesn’t get a break before his stomach visible contracts, "moree coming up... where?" He asks gently. I gently take his face and put it over my stomach and be quickly grabs my sides and jerks his body forward bringing up a large amount of chunks of chicken and spaghetti onto me.

"I'm feeling really sick honey..." Reed says looking down hugging his stomach. He burps deeply and grabs my hand and puts it under his chin. "Can I be sick into your hand? It's coming up one way or another. And I feel bad for being sick on you."

I pull him close so that his face is nose to nose with mine. "Honey, be sick whenever and wherever you need."

He looks at me and closes his eyes carefully, "Honey, it's coming up. I'd move your cute nose or else it's gonna be covered in regurgitated dinner." He said trying to keep it down. But I could tell it was rising up in his throat and I carefully moved closer.

He shook his head gently and tried to hold back a burp but couldn't and it poured out of his lips and spaghetti covered my face as he jerked forward vomiting.

"S-sorry honey..." his stomach contracted and he vomited all down my face and neck. He rubbed on me gently for comfort as he continued to burp and vomit. I gave him my hand gently, "Spit the chunks out it's okay."

He looked at me and took my hand gently and coughed wetly over it and spit the chunks of vomit into my hand. And coninuted to burp up and gag some more over me. "More coming...." He said struggling and managed to burp up a long stream of stomach acid.

The next day Reed seemed to be doing a little better, and managed to eat some toast so I figured it would be safe to go to the store.

When I returned I heard loud groaning and splashing into a bucket. I ran to find Reed sitting on the bed shivering vomit down his chest naked. And vomiting up the toast he had just ate.

“Oh baby, come here.” He looked up at me

“My stomach hurts so much…” he said with tears in his eyes as she continued to burp over the bucket. I quickly took the bucket from him and sat next to him.

“Honey, I’m gonna be si-“ before he could finish he was burping and he threw his hand over his mouth but I quickly directed him over my bra. Thankfully he understood and leaned over and burped into it and chunks of toast filled my clothing. He moaned and I wiped the sweat from his fever out of his face. “I’m so sick. Nothing is agreeing with my belly… please hold me…” I quickly got adjusted so he could lay on me and I rubbed his belly. I could tell he needed to pee by how he carefully adjusted his bladder so I gently pressed on it, “Let it go baby. Pee if you need to” he quickly grabbed his area and signed in relief as he relieved himself onto my belly. But he wasn’t relieved long before I heard his stomach rumble and I knew the rest of his breakfast was making its way up. He grabbed his belly once again and began to dry heave over my bra. I patted his back gently.

“honey, it hurts so much.” He said between burps, “it burns and it feels like my stomach is rolling.”

I gently put my hand into his mouth as he gagged and tickled his throat gently while speaking, “It’s okay, baby get it up. Bring it all up.”

He gagged harshly as I rubbed his belly with my other hand and began to bring up his breakfast into my hand and chest. Completely missing the bra. Chunks covered my clothing and I released my fingers from his throat. I sat up gently and pulled him close so that his face was buried into my chest. I brushed my hands through his hair as he groaned and whined in discomfort, “baby… it hurts.” He groaned gently.

I carefully put my hand on his belly and rubbed it, “I know sweetie. Let everything go.”

He tensed and diahrea shot out from his behind all down my legs once again. And he looked at me sadly, “Where can I puke? It’s coming up I feel it….” I just angled my body so he could be sick wherever he needed to.

He began to breathe heavily, “It’s coming… this toast is going to make its appearance…” I just hugged him close as he burped and brought up chunks of toast onto me. He gagged and his whole body jolted as he vomited.

#emeto #vomiting #puke #sickfic

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Yes Darling

Media Nanny Mcphee

Character Simon Brown (Age Up)

Couple Simon X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day 30

Kinktober concept spanking

"Simon!' I yelled across the hall as I saw him exiting his office

"Ohh hello darling -" he began

"Don't you hello darling me!"

"What did I do?"

"You know exactly what you did!"

".... Your going to have to be more specific for me"

"Simon. Where is the jelly I made for the Marshall's party tomorrow night?"

"AHH that delicious looking blackberry jelly you made?"

"Yes. The one I spent hours hand picking blackberries, several hours baking by hand, that I had to bike a mile for extra sugar for all for the party tomorrow night. That I left in the cold pantry"

"I do recall yes"

"Where is it?'

'well…"

'simon?"

"In my tummy" he says Patting his stomach playfully "it was very delicious darling"

I was utterly fuming I grabbed him by the ear and yanked him up the stairs

"Oww owe oww owww!" He complained"I'm sorry darling" he whines as we arrived to our bedroom

"Over now." I demanded

"But I -"

"Have I misspoke? Over now."

He gulped but did as I asked holding the metal frame footboard of our bed slightly bending himself over slightly so I spanked him "uhhh!"

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

So I continued being firm and aggressive with him often making him jump or whine from the pain

"Undo your belt."

"Y/n-"

"Now."

He sheepishly did as I asked undoing his belt causing his pants to drop down his skinny legs pooling at his ankles leaving only his cotton britches to protect him from my hand

"Uhh- Uhhh!"

"Simon!' I glared noticing her was bitting his lip hard

"Yes darling?"

"This is supposed to be a punishment"

"It is. It is. I'm learning my lesson. Just maybe a little harder darling" he smirked

"Alright," I smirked pulling down his britches leaving him completely exposed and grabbing the wooden paddle I now kept by our bed and gave him a firm spank

"Uhhhh!" His eyes rolled back

"Simon!"

"I'm learning I am. I was a very bad boy, ummm bad boys you be punished"

"They should" I smirked being faster leaving him less time to rest between spanks

"Uhhhh yes!" He gasps "ummm harder darling. Make sure I really learn my lesson" he smirked but I noticed his hand missing from the bed now wrapped around his erect cock

"Excuse me" I snapped forcing his band back to the bed "naughty boy indeed"

"Ughhhhh please darling I'm so close"

"Bad bad boy" I snapped making sure to be hard on him causing him to jump and curl his toes against the floor

"Ughhh I'm a bad bad boy. Uhhhh punish me my darling. Ughhh destroy me my queen!"

So I spanked him hard and grabbed his erection squeezing it hard with was enough to force his orgasm.

His eyes rolled back, his head thrown back loudly moaning, his hips bucked forward uncontrollably, almost falling over as his knees went weak and he stood on his too toes.

"Uuuughhhhh!" He moaned collapsing against the bedframe

"Don't do it again' I warned giving him a firm slap with my hand before taking the paddle back

"I'll be a good boy. I promise" he gasped

'Im not so sure. You seem to be doing little miss behaviour like this alot lately." I glared "one might think your trying to get a spanking Simon"

"....maybe" he smirked "I can't help that my darling… punishes me so well."

"Clean up and you can start on dinner" I told him

'Or else what?' He smirked in a cocky tone leaning his hip on the bedframe smirking at me still half hard of course

I glared at him before I went over grabbed his hair forcing him to stand straight "or else" I warned slipping two fingers inside him and violently thrusting them into his-

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Uuuughhhhh! Okay okay!"

"Go start dinner."

"Yes"

"Yes what?" I asked speeding up again

"Yes my darling!"

"Good boy" I smiled moving back and going to clean my hand and run myself a bath in the bathroom "now Simon,"

"Yes darling" he nods pulling his pants Iians scampering downstairs to the kitchen.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #simonbrown #simon #nanny mcphee

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blublublujk · 2 years

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love always wins (2)

-> chapter 1, chapter 2

words count: 6k

pairing: businesswoman y/n x businessman pjm ft. businessman kth

summary: you were given one simple task. how far are you willing to go for it?

warnings: in this chapter we do get a look at the relationship between oc and her father and just to warn you he's a piece of shit, it's a bit angsty (mental abuse), adult content, swearing/harsh language!!! (oops), alcohol, jimin can be a bit mean and maybe intimidating at first look (it's okay it will change quickly), sexual content (unprotected sex, fm. riding m., creampie)

a.n: this took so so long to get out as usual lmfao, i apologize for being so inconsistent but creating a whole new dialogue is so strange (i miss dilfy jk >.<) just to clarify a few things before the read, this ff will not end in a love triangle so do with that as you will. i know it will seem the oc & taehyung are hitting it off very well but this is a jimin x reader ff so it will get there i promise! im not a fan of writing love triangles but maybe some day… im so obsessed with these characters so far im excited ^.^ anyways, i wanted to get this out quickly since i have a concert to attend tmr and i cant believe i'll be thinking of other men who arent bts lol (wish me luck), feedback is always welcomed <333

—> m.list

Just one more year.

Your father promised just one more year.

One more year of standing tall by his side, only known as his golden child. One more year of the long– boring, mandatory parties. One more year of this false father-daughter relationship. Just one more eventful year.

Your father had declared his retirement only last year.

It was New Year’s Eve.

“Everyone let us please gather around quickly! Please take your seats! ” Nobody in the room really paid your father much attention at the time. Dinner had just been brought out, the room was a chattery mess. Everyone feigning for some nice warm bread to accompany their warm mashed potatoes. You had just stuffed down a roll of the sweet bread yourself, your cheeks puffing the loaf down. It was the only thing you could do during boring times like these. “Quiet down please! This won’t take much of your time!”

Doing as he asked, you chugged a glass of champagne before serving yourself another round then took your seat across him. People too, gathered pretty quickly after you, hot plates decorating the table.

Clearing his throat he started, “Well, you all might be wondering why you are here besides the obvious matters. The new year is approaching. There is so much to look forward to and so much more to expect. New years are filled with new opportunities, new advances, and most importantly, new beginnings.”

Your father takes a deep breath before he continues, “As many of you may know, I’ve been the backbone of SSM for many, many years. Too much to count. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, really. I’m very grateful our family was built off this very same company. We’ve had a long, long journey and it only keeps progressing. SSM will thrive forever.”

Cheers filled the room, while you downed another glass. The champagne tasted fucking delicious tonight.

Between smiles your father continued, “Quiet down please! Thank you, thank you! Now, with careful consideration and thoughtful planning, I’d like to announce a big change happening to SSM this new year. This news may shock some, but SSM will move forth regardless.”

The room stilled for a second anticipating the long awaited news. Whatever he had to say, it was dragging on for too long, you were so bored. Another glass of champagne was placed upon the dinner table, you picked it up with no shame.

“I have decided to retire from my terms with SSM within the new year.”

Shit.

No fuck, fuck, fuck.

“But with that being said, there isn’t any better fit for this position. With great honor, I would love to present to you your new CEO and the amazing woman I get to call my daughter, Y/N Y/L/N.”

The once blaringly loud room fell dead silent to your ears, though everyone jumped in excitement. But it was so quiet, so much that all you could hear was a buzzing ring, tinglingly inside your ears. The glass of champagne you once held came crashing down quite quickly.

You weren’t even given a chance to process anything. Those around you took turns embracing you, congratulating you on the great news. How fucking pathetic. Your fathers speech kept going but you weren’t listening, not after something like that. You fucking hated this moment more than anything. Out of everything he could have pulled from his ass, this— this was the worst.

You had mentioned several times that you weren’t ready for such a position and never would be. Frankly, it's a position you thought would never open, one you would never possess on your own behalf. Your father was very adamant about being the greatest, most successful CEO. But of course, he wouldn’t just leave this position to a nobody. You just didn’t expect it to be you. You could barely take care of yourself, how were you to take care of a whole fucking establishment? Much less lead others. You were done for.

He could have warned you.

He could have and didn’t.

“Congratulations, dear! You’ll do just wonderful!” Some older lady you didn’t even know by name, cheered, pulling you into her slim arms.

You couldn’t even force your arms to squeeze back, they kinda just hung around her loosely. “Thank you.” You whispered sadly. “I’ll try not to disappoint you all.”

That was the last you remembered of that night.

It’s how you ended up in these exact steps.

Your last task so to speak, but really it was just the beginning. Park Jimin, he signs and you’re free. Well not technically…

In the words of your father, you understood very well what Park Jimin would do for SSM.

Park Jimin didn’t need SSM.

SSM needed Park Jimin.

You hated to admit your father had been right all along. SSM was missing something. The company was missing new money, something your father nor you could have ever brung. Being born into wealth is always a privilege, but keeping it was worse than anything. Sure, other people have it worse, you will admit that. But those that lose money that once had nothing don't bat an eye at something they are used to experiencing. As harsh as it may sound, it's the way life worked for someone with wealth.

Park Jimin only had a taste of that. It was your job to bring him down.

You’ve been over this plan many times in your head. Park Jimin is not the enemy, but he could be. Losing an asset like him could be the upbringing of another establishment and the downfall of yours. Nobody wants to lose at the hands of business, but if it’s you or someone else, that other person doesn’t stand a fucking chance.

At first, you weren’t sure you could handle such a high position. But maybe your father was right, if not you, then who else? Business was your life. You weren’t good at anything else. It’s all you have ever known. And being quiet honest, you felt so fucking stupid for thinking that. But this was all a matter of confidence. You could get anywhere you wanted to.

Eventually there would come a time where you then would retire from this position too, but right now, you did the best with what you had. Your father fully retiring from his seat would mean you were left to do as you please, as you had always wished. So Park Jimin’s signature was all it took.

Collecting these businessmen like Pokémon cards was your job. And you were only the best at doing that. How you collected them was nobody’s business, right?

Park Jimin was suddenly nowhere to be found.

You searched everywhere. Quite honestly it made you panic, it wasn’t like this was the end of the world but maybe you were a bit desperate.

Taking sad steps, you found yourself in the kitchen pouring yourself yet another glass of the sweet champagne. That’s when you finally caught sight of him.

“And I’m sure you would do well in a company like ours.” The younger woman bat her eyes drastically, dragging her hand against Jimin’s arm. She gave his bicep a squeeze, his brow raising at the action, though he didn’t push her away.

You scoff silently from your place. What a fucking bitch.

“Jimin!” You call the man's name as you reach the two.

He turns, immediately his eyes smile before his lips. “Y/N.”

The familiar woman notices you too, but doesn’t say anything. Her mean gaze tells it all. She was not happy.

“Yuna. Nice to see you around here.” You put your hand out. She looks down at your hand, hesitant to shake it. She does anyway but there is nothing nice about the greeting. “Thought your mother taught you not to speak to strangers, Yuna.”

Jimin chuckles quite intrigued, if he didn’t know any better he would be offended but he decides to stay quiet for now.

Yuna retreats her hand harshly. “Jimin and I are everything but strangers.”

This is where you raise your eyebrows. “You and Jimin, huh? What is this supposed to mean?”

A new voice cuts in. “It means one of two things. They either date or they fuck.”

You all turn to find Taehyung. Well this just got interesting.

Jimin steps in before Yuna gets a word out. “Neither. We are family friends, you could say.”

You nod.

“I will say, I’m quite shocked you are this invasive around someone you just met, Y/N. You had me fooled.” Jimin pouts, folding his arms across his chest.

“My sincere apologies if I interrupted anything,’ You bow your head before continuing, ‘I was simply checking on our precious guest.”

He nods understandingly. Taehyung’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He didn’t even know Jimin enough, but he was already starting to annoy him.

“No need to apologize. Yuna here meant no harm. She’s the sweetest.” He explains squeezing her shoulder.

Yuna smiles in return.

You hum. “Yeah, of course. The sweetest. Um, if you don’t mind, Taehyung? Make sure our sweet Yuna here makes it home safely. Her parents must be so worried. I wouldn’t want you to be late.”

Yuna’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Taehyung steps in. Yuna, having left with no choice, gives one last bow in Jimin’s direction.

“It was nice to see you again Jimin, you know where to find me when you decide on my proposition.” He bows back, smiling politely.

“Of course, take care.”

The two leave you and Jimin behind, the glass still in your hand, you take a sip of your drink. Suddenly, the sweet taste is bitter.

“I’m so sorry about that.” You say. “She tends to get too excited. She’s so young, you understand right?”

Jimin purses his lips. “Yeah, of course. Who was that, by the way?”

You finish your drink, placing the glass down. “Ah, that was Taehyung.”

“I know that. I mean, is he your boyfriend?” Jimin is very forward when asking his question.

“No.” You say.

“What a shame.” He replies, you raise your brow in confusion. “He’s hot.”

You mentally thank yourself for finishing your drink because you would have spit it out by now.

“Wait, you’re gay?” You try to sound casual, but you are sure your face gives it all away. Now how the fuck are you supposed to fuck him into signing a contract? Not that, that’s what you had planned…

Jimin giggles. “No, no. But, you should have seen the look on your face! Would that have been a problem, Ms. Y/N?”

“No, of course not.” You are quick to defend yourself. “I was just curious is all.”

“Good because I am bisexual.” Jimin simply replies, looking around the room.

Nodding you respond, “Nothing wrong with that. I like women too. Probably more than I like men.”

Jimin raises his brow looking back at you. “Really?”

You only nod.

“I didn’t see that in you.” Jimin shrugs.

You scoff. “You don’t know the first thing about me then.”

“I wasn’t trying to offend you.” He clarified.

“Didn’t say I was.” You snap back.

He smiles. “Right. I like you.”

“Then we are already starting on the right foot. Let me introduce myself now.” You insist before he cuts you off.

“Y/N, Y/L/N…” Jimin clicks his tongue three times against the roof of his mouth, dragging his palm slowly across his suit, flattening the material. His eyes look down at the ground before they travel back to your face. “Age 23. Began your first start-up at the young age of 13. So young, passionate, filled with dreams only one could ever simply dream of reaching. The start-up did well. Not well enough for you to feel completely satisfied though. Trust me, been there— done that. The media accused your young, precious entreprenstic mind for that of your father. They compared you to him, so much they called your ideas, his. It was so hard on you. Eventually, Kihyun’s dearest daughter flew off to college. Medicine, her first choice, but then that didn't work out. You eventually walked right back into the hole where you started. You are what many young entrepreneurs wish they were. You’re smart, driven, and most of all you knew exactly what you wanted. You are quite the woman.”

You scoff because Jimin read you like a book, except your life was a quick Google search. Nothing you hadn’t seen before. “Google taught you all that?”

Jimin smiles and tilts to the side. “Yeah actually. You’ve done it all. Believe me when I say, I am your biggest fan here.”

You can’t help but to laugh. What were you even worried about? He was already on your side. “You, a fan of me? I’m flattered.”

You really weren’t, but this was all for show anyways.

He steps closer towards you, for a minute he just seems to check you out, his eyes landing right on top of your breast, the same way he did earlier. “Too bad I have no interest. It was nice meeting you dear, take care.” He steps back and turns his back.

You snatch his suit pulling him back to face you. “What.”

He looks down at you. Suddenly, you feel so small.

“I’ve heard of what you like to do. And let me tell you one thing before I part.” His lips brush up against your ear before he whispers, “Let this be clear. I may be a man, but I would never allow myself to fall for a pretty woman for some quick business deal. When you have something to actually offer me, you know where to find me. In the meantime, take care. You had plenty of drinks tonight, I would call it a night if I was you. See you later.”

Jimin’s turns and leaves as promised. His brother fell behind him quickly. You are left in your own little world, speechless. You couldn’t even move. What the fuck was his problem?

What now?

——

“What do you mean Jimin didn’t seem interested?” Your father scoffs, he was as confused as you were.

“You heard me. He simply stated he wasn’t interested.” You mumble.

“Did you even care to tell him about the shareholding bill? This would benefit him big time and he simply wasn’t interested? This isn’t a game, Y/N. I expected more from you.” Your fathers words are harsh. It wasn’t the end of the fucking world, you thought. You could get him to sign if he just gave you more time. At the end, this was to set you up for the long run. Who cares how long it takes? Your father’s position was close to being taken anyways. You could run this company with or without Jimin, you were so sure of it.

“I didn’t have enough time for that father. You heard me explain this three times now. He just wasn’t interested.” You say, giving up.

Your father laughs dryly. “You think this is what being a leader means? Do you seriously think you can do well with this attitude you carry? The world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N.”

It’s laughable that he’s mentioning the world not revolving around you when he had the habit of always making everything that occurred to you, about him. Of course, when your father has nothing better to do, he loves to destroy the only thing you have left going for yourself. It’s what he was best at besides his career.

“Just think about the situation you’re in for two minutes. You will never succeed with this attitude!” He repeats himself. “What was I thinking? Can you even handle it?”

He always makes you feel so useless. You didn’t even choose this for yourself. He did. He always did.

“You know I would have never taken this position in the first place. I made that clear father.” You whisper, firmly trying to maintain your peace. “You know that—”

“You have no choice!!!” He shouts, throwing some paperwork off his desk, the papers landing all over his floors. You step back, startled. Your father wasn’t abusive in any way. He had never laid a single finger on you, ever, and you believed he never would but the man didn’t have to. His words hurt you deep enough. Sometimes you wondered if hitting you would hurt less.

“You have no choice!!! How many times do I have to repeat myself?” The man sits, massaging his temples. “Please, just fix this attitude you have. It won’t get you anywhere.”

You nod, clenching your fists.

He then says, “You’re dismissed.”

“You know mother was right about you.” You start, breathless. The room was starting to eat you alive, suffocating in your own thoughts. But it would drive you insane keeping this in.

The distributed man looks up. “Please don't start this now.”

“She was! And you knew it! This— this shit is all you care about! Have you ever thought once of how this affected me? You never cared to ask me if I was fucking okay! You were never here for me! Never! Not once. I should have just escaped with her when I had the chance.” You choke into a sob, god you hated crying in front of him. You were gonna hate yourself later for doing so.

“You think it’s just affecting you! I was married to that woman! She’s not as innocent as you fucking think. She had a lot to fucking say about my job but what did she end up doing? She left with all our fucking savings! She never cared about you. Stop defending her and get that through your fucking head.” Your father whispered the last of his words, focusing back on some paperwork.

You feel a tear fall down your cheek, you desperately wipe it away. What was the point? He never listened. “Trust me, I know that very well. You know what, ‘s fine. I’ll just go.”

The man doesn’t bother looking back up. “Close the door behind you.”

“Yup.”

That night you force yourself to sleep in between tears.

You don’t recall falling asleep until you woke up the next day with a throbbing headache and your phone ringing.

“Hello.”

“Fuck, where you sleeping?” Taehyung asks after hearing your weak voice.

“What do you think?”

“Sorry.” He whispers.

“‘S fine. Did you need something?” You force yourself to get up from bed, brushing the ends of your hair with your fingers.

“How did it go yesterday?” He asks softly, he can only imagine not well if you overslept, you almost never did.

You smile then dryly laugh. “Well, he wasn’t interested.”

“No? And you're laughing about it?” Taehyung muses. You were quite glad about how close you and Taehyung had gotten. Even if you weren’t the best of friends, he always knew how to distract you. It’s probably what you needed most right now.

“Should I cry about it then?” You tease.

“God no. I was simply asking.” He sighs. “What happened?”

You sigh too, laying your head back down. “Long story short, he told me he wasn’t interested. He knows about my reputation with men. Apparently, I’m not too secretive about it. I didn’t know it had gotten this bad. Anyways, he told me when I actually have something good to offer him, to find him. Then I told my father and well, you know how he is. He’s not happy with me right now, so that’s that.”

Taehyung sighs into the phone again. “So what, you like to fuck? Is that a fucking sin?”

“Taehyung, that doesn’t make me feel better. I don't think that helps any women. I feel like a fucking whore.” You groan against your sheets.

“Did he call you that?” He asks in a very serious tone.

“God no. I would have had him escorted out instantly.” You assured him.

“Good, good. Then, so what. You fuck, you’re young. Live a little, who cares what Park Jimin thinks. Fuck what he thinks.” Taehyung tries to comfort you.

“Park Jimin thinks you’re hot.” You say.

“Nevermind.” He takes it all back and for the first time in a long time you laugh loudly.

“God you’re an idiot.” You say in between laughs.

“Whatever. Breakfast today?” Taehyung offers and honestly it doesn’t sound half as bad.

“Deal. You pay.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way.” And he doesn’t miss a single beat.

——

“I just felt so stupid Taehyung! He always does this to me.” You moan into the ceiling, gripping onto his shoulders desperately as you bounced on his cock.

After a very fulfilling breakfast, the date concluded with the activity you did best. Taehyung drove you home and well, the rest was common sense. He nearly devoured you alive when you offered him to come up to your bedroom. Thank God your father spent all his life tucked away in the office so he was nowhere to be found. This place was yours and Taehyung’s to make a mess of.

“Fuck.” Taehyung muttered against your neck, pushing his member further into you, your walls squeezing him deliciously. You weren’t sure he was listening much to your rant but at least he was fucking you well. You can't even blame him, you wouldn’t be listening either.

“God I hate him.” You whine, feeling the crown of his head hit your g-spot, driving you crazy. “I can’t stand him.”

Taehyung grunted pushing your ass down for a fuller effect. “So fucking leave.”

Your head falls against his bare chest trying to catch a breath. “I can’t fucking leave him, he’s my father.”

Was that stupid? Maybe. Maybe not.

He was all you fucking had. If not him, who else? It was only a matter of time then Taehyung would leave too. It’s just the way life works for you. You couldn’t keep anyone to save your life. This was all pathetic. You were back on square one, feeling just as hopeless.

Taehyung sighed, slowing his movements, forcing your chin up to face him. “Stop doing this to yourself. You’re just gonna prove him right. I can’t speak about your relationship with him because that’s personal to you and him but this shit— what you are doing is not good for you. You haven’t even shown half of what you are capable of to him. If you get stuck here, you will end up exactly as he imagined. You know you are so much more than this. Find Jimin and convince him to work with you. Give him something good. He’s a tough one but he can’t be impossible to break. You understand me?”

Your eyes roll back, laying your head back against his chest. “I know. I fucking know that Taehyung. You think if I didn’t that I would be here with you.”

“Yeah actually.” He replies nonchalantly.

You smack the side of his shoulder. “I needed to fuck my stress away. That’s why you are here. I’ll talk to Jimin again today, asshole.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Ouch?”

“Oh, shut up. You can handle way more.” You mumble and he nods.

“You feeling better?” The hazel-eyed man tenderly swipes the hair out of your face.

“Just fuck me.”

“Alright!” Taehyung breaks into a boxy smile and does just that. It didn’t take long for both of you to get back into action. The whole room smelled of your juices mixing together and you were loving every second of it. This wasn’t the best way to spend your mornings and had your father known you were up to no good instead of dealing with Jimin, he would’ve crucified you. It’s a good thing he is never around to witness it though.

“Right there, Tae. Right there, oh fuck.” Your moans start to raise pitch by the minute, his dick driving into you freakishly well. “I’m gonna come.”

Taehyung maintains his pace, and you gasp into his shoulder, he too was extremely close. “Let me feel you then. Come for me.” He whispered sweetly into your ear.

You both came down crashing fast. His white essence fills you to the brim. Maybe this was all a bit irresponsible but you hoped and prayed the birth control would come through every time. You didn’t do this with every fuck but Taehyung was just too good.

“Let’s clean up. I have to go find this loser.” You stand careful of the mess between your legs, rushing towards the washroom. “Thanks for the sex.”

Taehyung chuckles running his hand through his hair, you were so unbelievable.

——

“As I have stated three times before Ms. Y/L/N, if you have not scheduled a meeting with Mr. Park you are not allowed up to see him.” The stupid lady at the front desk repeated herself yet again. You were so frustrated by this point. How exactly were you supposed to speak to this man if he was impossible to reach?

“Listen Ms.,’ You pause to read her name tag, “Son, I’d have you know, I’m a great friend of Mr. Park. If he knew you were holding me back to get to him, he would be extremely displeased. So I ask again that you reconsider letting me up to speak with him or it won't end well with you, sweetheart. I can guarantee that.”

She gives you a mean look, then sighs and picks up the phone. “One second.”

You give her a false smile, hearing a low ring over the phone.

“Mr. Park, I’m sorry to disturb you. There is a lady here begging to speak to you. She says you both are great friends.” She speaks uninterested. “Her name? Y/N. Y/N, Y/L/N.”

You stand there, tapping your feet anxiously. This is all taking longer than it should.

“Oh. Okay. I’m so sorry, Mr. Park. Yeah, okay I will. Thank you.” She clicks the line and looks back at you. “Mr. Park says he has no recollection of you so I’d suggest you cut the act and leave the property immediately.”

Your mouth drops wide open, this is fucking unbelievable.

“Ms. Son, he’s lying. He’s fucking lying! I promise I know him.” You desperately explain yourself.

“Ms. Y/L/N with all due respect, so do the twenty other crazed people who come searching for him. Please do not make me call security to escort you.” She whispers meanly.

You hated her.

“You are ridiculous, Ms. Son. You and Mr. Park! If you were working for me, you would have been fired long ago!” Your petty tone dies down when you see the man you had been fucking searching for walk through the elevator doors.

The lady immediately rises, bowing. “Mr. Park, I’m so sorry this crazy bitch distrubed your peace, I’ll have her escorted out this instant.”

You gasp. “Me, a crazy bitch? Bitch, I’ll end you!”

Before things could escalate any further, Jimin quickly wraps his arm against your waist pulling your backend flush against his front so you wouldn’t jump her bones. You look up at him, and you look very angry. It was cute, he thought.

He looks towards his employee. “Ms. Son, that won't be necessary. Ms. Y/L/N here is a very special guest of mine and she is always welcomed here. From now on, she should be treated with utmost respect, you understand?”

She looks horrified and you almost stick your tongue out at her. “Mr. Park, b-but you said you didn’t know her?”

“I had to make sure with my own eyes that it was the person who I was imagining. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get some lunch. I’ll be back later.” The man releases your waist and walks out as if nothing occurred.

Left in disbelief, you turn to the lady and whisper, “You are dead bitch.” Then you turn back around and quickly follow behind Jimin.

“Hey!” You yell coming close behind him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

The man looks to his side, you’re struggling catching up to his fast pace, he slows down a bit but it goes unnoticed by you. “Whatever do you mean?”

You roll your eyes, gripping his arm, forcing the man to halt in his steps. “You seriously can’t be this clueless.” You squeeze your eyes shut attempting to cool down, then sweetly look back up at him. “Mr. Park, please, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your lunch and you hear me out. I can assure you I have something that you will be interested in hearing.”

“I don’t know… let me think.” The man purses his lips, acting as if he was giving it much thought. “Okay deal. Follow me.” The man leaves you behind once again leading the way, you of course curse at yourself for wearing heels.

——

The food finally gets brought out and you thank the angels above. The man ordered basically everything on the menu but who cares at this point. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

“Great, so as I was saying—”

The man cuts you off by stuffing your mouth with some freshly cut meat.

“Eat first. Then talk after.” He says and then stuffs his own mouth with food, dragging the hot plate closer towards you. To your surprise, the taste is fucking delicious.

Once you swallow you start again, “Mr. Park with all due respect, I didn’t come here to eat with you. All I ask is—”

The man doesn’t let you finish speaking much louder than you, mocking your tone. “Ms. Y/L/N with all due respect, I don’t listen well on an empty stomach. So please eat. We can discuss things later.”

You scoff quietly. “Fine. Only because I just realized how hungry I am.”

The man smirks watching you finally shove the hot food down your throat. He feels satisfied, almost as if he’s the one enjoying the bite. He picks up his own utensils and joins you.

After eating every last bite, you lay back against your seat, rubbing your satisfyingly stuffed tummy.

The man smiles. “How was that?”

“Honestly, not bad. I’m impressed.” You say casually. The people around you must have thought you hadn’t been fed in years.

“Good. I’m glad.” He says, looking around the restaurant.

You prop back up on your elbows. “So.”

He shoves his hand against your mouth. “Please, you’re much prettier when you’re quiet.”

Is he fucking serious right now? You peel his hand off. “Mr. Park! I did exactly what you asked of me. Can you please just listen to me?!”

The man sighs, laying back against his seat, gesturing to you to continue.

“Thank you.” You sadly mumble. “This won’t take long. I wanted to speak to you about what our company could offer you. I’m sure you must have heard my father is retiring his position soon—”

“And leaving it to you, so I heard. You sure you are ready for something like that?”

You stop to think quite surprised he even cares. “I’ll manage. Anyways, I really think you could do well for us. I’m not asking you to retire from your own doings, I’d never ask that of anyone. All I ask is that you help us out on certain projects. I’ve seen your work, you aren’t half as bad as I imagined.” You admit.

“Geez, thanks.” He chuckles.

“Sorry.” You blurt. “I just mean, I could see you working with us. I mean this could benefit you big time. And it helps us along the process. Why work against each other when we could work together?”

He stops to think before he teases, “But working against you is so much funner.”

God, he was gonna kill you.

You sweetly smile. “Right. Please Jimin, I beg you to hear me out. You would be making way more than you do now. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me and I don’t really care but I promise you, those things aren’t true. I never intended to harm anyone.” You plead.

Your eyes softened halfway through your speech. He has no idea why he feels bad for you, so he just agrees.

“Fine.” He gives up.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your sockets. You couldn’t believe your ears. Was it that easy?

“But under one condition.” He breaks. “I don’t work under you ever, you understand? Don’t hide things from me either. If we will be working together, then treat me like such. I want to know when things go wrong and if you ever need help, tell me. The same way I don’t work for you, you don’t work for me. We are equals to each other regardless of how much more money you make. You understand me?”

You just nod, not sure if you understand all the conditions because that was definitely more than one.

“Okay. Then I believe we are done here.” He stands, tucking the hair that fell into his eyes, back. God, he was so attractive.

You stand with him, following the man to the counter.

“It’s on her.” He points at you with a taunting smile on his face then leaves the restaurant.

You are quick to pay the surprisingly low bill. You expected so much more after all you both devoured. With a quick thanks, you storm outside to find the man that keeps slipping from your fingertips.

Once you catch up to him, you fall short of breaths. “Geez, do you ever walk slowly?”

“Nope.” He smiles, continuing his awfully fast pace. “I have places to be, lady.”

“Right, well how will I keep in contact with you? Shouldn’t we sign an agreement?” You say and the man abruptly stops in his steps.

He turns to you and very firmly speaks, “Another condition, no contracts between us. If you don’t trust me, then simply don’t work with me. As for contacting me, if you need my number, show up to my office starting next week. I like early birds so please be on time.”

You scoff, crossing your ams. “That’s pretty cheap coming from someone who was late to our first encounter.”

He shrugs. “You want me right? You must work for me, darling. I don’t come easy.”

“Fine. I’ll be there. I thought I wasn’t working for you, or “under” you?” You murmur.

He could eat you alive, he thinks. You are just too cute.

“You aren’t. You are simply coming for one thing next week. My number. Work will resume for us the next day. See you then.” He grabs your hand and delivers a soft peck before he’s off again.

That man… he was just full of surprises. Maybe you liked surprises after all.

——

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