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lovdlydaz · 8 months

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how they react when they see you in your uniform

afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl

a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.

oikawa

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when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.

ushijima

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it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3

bokuto

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see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3

daichi

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today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.

kita

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you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3

kuroo

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your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3

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charlottecutepie · 2 months

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𐙚 How was your date, doll? (William Afton x fem!reader)

In honor of reaching >200 followers, this is a little gift from me <3 thanks for your feedback, comments and reblogs, it means a lot to me!!

After a bad date, your boss William Affon is more than glad to help you.

tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, public sex, pet names, doggy style, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degrading and praising, dirty talk, dumbification, sir kink, manipulations, secret filming

You have been working for William not so long ago, but you have already become his most beloved employee. He treats you in a special way, even forgiving you for being late. He likes to hand you a cup of coffee in the morning when he sees his beloved girl yawning adorably, still sleepy on the morning shift. He likes to stroke your hair gently at the end of the day, thanking you for your work. He truly appreciates you.

He has been watching you for a long time, noting your habits, your communication style, your gestures. You're so friendly, even already found friends in the team. William saw that many people liked you, visitors and colleagues, of course, such a good and smiling doll. He often wondered if his lovely girl had a boyfriend. Most likely, yes? You're so pretty and sweet, your eyes, lips, nose, everything is so beautiful about you, of course you have a boyfriend. William must be an idiot if he even allowed the idea that his girl was single.

But there was still hope, so he decided to test the water.

“You look so tired, doll. How about I give you a ride to your house?” he killed two birds with one stone. A pet name and ride offer. How will his baby react? William is holding himself together, nothing superfluous, right? It's just goodwill. You're so tired, barely standing on your feet.

“That's so sweet of you, Mr. Afton,” you look at him in surprise and the corners of your lips rise. “yeah, please, I'm so exhausted and my feet hurt.” It's the first time you've got in his car. Doubts crept into William's mind, if you had a boyfriend, you'd turn him down, right?

It's so interesting to talk to you, you're a good listener, and William has a lot to tell you, and at the same time ask you a couple of questions while you're sleepy. Just to make sure that his girl isn't in a relationship.

As he drops you off at your house, William tries his best to look casual. “Goodnight, doll,” he whispers softly, gently stroking a lock of your hair behind your ear. And here's another action that you didn't reject. If you had a boyfriend, you wouldn't let other man touch you like that, would you?

More time has passed, and with it more names have been added to you, more touches, more glances from Mr. Afton. You got along pretty well, William always found an approach to people. However his affection for you only grows stronger, but your personal life is changing too, just yesterday one person invited you on a date. If only William knew.

He's suspicious; something about your demeanor today isn't quite right. You're obviously acting more cheerful than usual, wearing makeup for the first time he's seen you which somehow makes you even more beautiful. You whisper to your friends, giggle softly, covering your mouth with your hand, a slight blush on your cheeks. Who are you talking about? William's gut tells him there's something different about his beloved girl today. What are you hiding?

“Mr. Afton?” his thoughts and assumptions are interrupted by your voice, he adjusts his glasses, slightly lost, he clearly wasn't listening to what you asked him a minute ago. He politely asks you to repeat it. “Uhm. . . I was wondering if I could leave early today?”

William raises an eyebrow thoughtfully. “Why exactly? Work isn't over yet.” a small smile tugs at his lips. “Unless there's some emergency. . .”

“It's just that I have an important meeting today.” your palms sweating slightly and your voice doesn't sound as confident as you want.

He raises his eyebrows, an amused gleam in his eyes. “A meeting, huh? Sounds interesting. Who is it with?”

And that's when you can no longer fight the feeling that you're lying to a person who trusts you a lot. Your excitement is becoming more noticeable and William already understands that this isn't an ordinary meeting. He's not stupid, but his jealous nature didn't want to believe to the last that you'd sooner or later find someone. And that's when he hears from his sweet girl, “I'm going on a date, sir,” fuck, the way you say it in such happy and naive tone, as if yourself can't fully realize it yet.

He doesn't want to let you go, he hates the idea of someone touching his beloved girl, kissing your lips, having. . . sex with you?

But everything changes the very next day, when you appear at work with your head down, your sweet face is tinged with sadness. You're distracted, silent, thoughtful.

“How was your date, doll?” a question when you don't expect it at all. The shift was already coming to an end, and you, all confused in your thoughts, didn't even notice. You give him a sad look, hoping that he'll read the answer in your eyes. But William still looks worried, even though he knows what happened, he needs his girl to admit it.

You look around. “I don't really want to talk about it.” you mumble.

You're just shy because you don't want anyone else to hear, William knows. That's why he leans towards you, too close. “Let's go to my office.” he offers, his voice tempting.

When you find yourself in his office, he closes the door behind you and sits down on a small couch in the corner, beckoning you to join him. You feel a little stiff and insecure, but as soon as you sit down next to Mr. Afton, your anxiety evaporates, and you feel a bit better. You trust him very much, you really need to hear a second opinion, especially from such a mature and experienced person as William Afton, who, although divorced, was married anyway. It's hard to hide your emotions, especially when you're new to this experience and relationships overall, when it's your first kisses, touches, hugs.

That's when he looks so sympathetic, interested in helping you and says, “Tell me what happened.” you obediently blurt out everything. You explain to him, your voice quiet and sometimes you're silent, as if afraid to say too much. You tell William everything, how your date started out sweet, romantic, how good it was in the beginning, and then when he started touching you, kissing not only your lips, but also your neck and collarbone, you stopped liking it. It became unbearable, uncomfortable, you didn't want this person, you felt no desire. It's an inexplicable feeling that you've experienced. And in some way, you even blame yourself for rejecting your so called boyfriend.

“I was lost, so I let him touch me. I knew that sooner or later we would go further, but for some reason I didn't want to do this with. . .” you pause thoughtfully. “him.”

“Did he touch you here?” William puts his hand on your thigh. You shudder, such a strange question that you definitely never expected. But trusting William, you think that's the way it should be and nod. “Was it unpleasant or uncomfortable?”

“I didn't feel anything,” you shrug helplessly. “and then it felt like he didn't understand my signal and started kissing me more aggressively, it was too much for me.”

“It's completely normal to feel this way,” William explains, stroking your thigh. “Some people just can't be physically attracted to certain partners. It's not a reflection on you. The important thing is that you listen to your own body and emotions, if something doesn't feel right, trust yourself enough to speak up.” he's trying to ease your discomfort, as he talks, his fingers move slowly higher on your leg, gradually reaching closer to a forbidden zone.

You get goosebumps, immediately there's a feeling of warmth that spreads nicely through your body, such an acute reaction to William's touch, something that you never experienced with your boyfriend.

You're his naive little bunny, so trusting, sweet, blinded, yet curious about his opinion, craving his advice and help, support. “Your body knows what it wants, princess. You felt weird because your gut told you he wasn't the right one to satisfy you. On a subconscious level, you realized that he's not the person you would like to give yourself to. You need someone who understands your body. Someone capable enough to pleasure you, doll.”

William notices something much more than just guilt in your eyes, something sparking in them. That's when he catches your gaze on his lips, your eyes dreamy, as if you're not listening to him at all.

“I can give you that, darling. You deserve to be satisfied fully, someone who knows what they're doing and won't disappoint you.” you contemplating his words, comparing him to your boyfriend; William seems more understanding, experienced and dominant than any man you knew. “because I'm well aware of how to pleasure a girl like you.”

You don't pull away and let William kiss you, his hand squeezes your thigh, causing you to moan softly into his mouth. This is the first time you've felt so sensitive, you gasp when finally his hand slides to your clothed pussy. Your brows furrow and you let out a sudden “ahhh” as you pull away, lips parted. William continues moving his palm all over your core, his fingers rubbing you through panties, your skirt hiking up.

“You're wet just because I kissed you, doll. Was it different with him?”

“Much different,” you breathe out. “this. . . feels better.” your pussy throbbing in anticipation as his fingers push the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing you to his hungry eyes. “Sir, i don't know if—"

“I want to help you figure this out. We're already halfway there, we've already found out that your body doesn't want him, honey. I don't want you to get upset about yourself or men, I don't want you to think that sex is something unpleasant.” he understands that his little girl still in doubt, that you're shy, your face is confused, your lips are pursed, you're afraid to make a moan, but your eyes speak for you. So pleading, so needy, begging.

His thumb caresses your sensitive bundle and you whimper, grinding subtly against his finger, wanting more of those new sensations. Your curious gaze drops lower, noticing a distinct bulge in William's pants. “He had one too when we kissed. . .” you mutter. William gently guides your hand towards the outline of his erection through his pants.

“Of course he did,” he husks out. “It's impossible not to get hard around someone as beautiful as you.” William feels like his dick is about to explode right in his pants as your hand hesitantly starts stroking his bulge. You've never felt anything so hard before; he notices his little girl's eyes widen at the size of him, making you even wetter. “That's right, babygirl. Let your hands explore, feel just how much you affect me.”

“Has he ever made you cum, doll?”

“No, i couldn't. . .”

“Then let me take care of that.” William doesn't stop rubbing your little clit with his fingers, moving in smooth circle movements, what makes your head spin. You spread your legs wider due to overwhelming bliss, breathing heavily, your hand no longer on his bulge as you hold onto his wrist instead, as if trying to stop him or control, but not really, yourself don't know what your doing.

“Ahh— Nn, that feels weird!. . .” your body writhing beneath his touch. “S-sir, wait, wait!” you moan, he never stops stroking your wet folds.

“Just let go, babygirl, it's okay, you're supposed to feel that way.” he purrs in your ear. The sounds you're making are too loud, but beautiful for a man like William, so he doesn't give a fuck, rubbing your clit just a little bit faster to bring you to orgasm. As you cum, your body shudder uncontrollably, your hole clenching around nothing. “Such a good girl.” you bury your face in his shoulder to muffle the gasps escaping your lips, because you've never felt anything as this before.

His erection aches painfully in his pants at the sight of his girl coming in his arms. You just realize what happened. “S-sir. . . That—”

“Didn't expect you to cum that fast.” he smirks and continues stroking your sensitive clit even after your orgasm subsides, making you jolt. You feel embarrassed at this comment now. “Now that's what happens when you're in hands of experienced man, princess.”

His words and especially calm yet dominating tone of voice have your pussy throbbing with need again, your mind hazy. You blink couple of times, still trying to come to your senses, but it's so fucking hard when his hands never leave your body, caressing you, even groping you. You bat your eyelashes at him as his fingers teases your wet entrance.

“Your body didn't react that way to him, did it?”

“No. . . ” you whisper.

“That's what I thought," he hums, finally slipping one finger inside your warm, wet cunt. You immediately gasp, feeling sudden stretch, William takes a deep breath as you squeeze his finger. “such a tight little pussy. No wonder your boyfriend couldn't get you even wet.” he pumps his finger in and out of you, watching your face contorted with pleasure.

“Sir, ohh. . .”

“That's it, keep calling me that and I'll make sure to train this pussy cumming only on my cock and fingers,” he growls, adding another finger inside your already wet slit while kissing a trail along your neck. He pinches and rolls your clit between his fingers. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d be out there as a dried up little bitch who never got any satisfaction.”

“No, oh!. . .” you babble and glance at him in surprise, not expecting such degrading words, but as soon as your messy pussy clenches on his fingers, he can't help, but laugh. “Too much—”

“It's okay, bunny,” William curls his fingers up inside you, pressing on that sweet and sensitive spot that have you choking on your moans. “I'm just giving you what that prick of yours supposed to, making you squirt over my fingers, feels good, hm?” that's when he picks up a speed, finger-fucking you in fast rhythm, a small puddle forms on the couch under you.

“Waittt!. . . Ohh god, i can't! It feels so weird, sir,” there's panic in your voice as now this feeling is definitely not comparable to the previous orgasm, you sob and maintain eye contact with William, too shy to look down. He's pumping his fingers in your tight pussy, reaching deeper. “Please, wait!”

Your mouth hangs open and eyes roll back as you coat coach under you and drip on his fingers. William enjoys that cute scared and confused look on his little girl's face, he can feel the hotness of your cunt as you squirt, wet sloppy fucking filthy sounds it makes. You look absolutely hot and there's no way he's that lucky to finally have you in his hands.

“Damn it, doll, you should be grateful that I'm here teaching you how to properly fuck.” William pulls his fingers out, a satisfied smirk as he looks at the mess he created. “I bet you don't even know what an orgasm feels like until I gave it to you.”

Your eyes full with tears, body weak as you watch how William sucks his fingers clean, groaning at your heavenly taste. He manhandles you, putting you on all fours, slipping your panties off and unbuttoning your shirt to have access to your bare breasts. You don't even get what's going on, it's like your brain has leaked out through your pussy, but you love the way he behaves. That's what you needed. You press back into him and then hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, you nervous, but still glance over your shoulder with puppy eyes, lips pouty and cheeks burning. William pulls down his pants and reveals his cock.

“Tell me, princess, did the thought of his dick turn you on?“ you shake your head, he sighs. “You made a mistake, admit it, you stumbled, but you know, you're still a good girl because you came to your senses in time. You came to me, as a good girl should, that's because you know you need something better than him.” William's words make you almost cry at how true they are. In fact, you didn't like your boyfriend, you just didn't want to admit it, just was happy someone noticed you and liked you, but having a man like William around, it was hard not to succumb.

“It didn't feel right with him, as if there should have been someone other. . . Not him.” William teases his tip against your slit, rubbing sensually, you grip the couch, too desperate to finally feel him inside.

“You made the right decision, doll, you know that I'll always help you.” he tells you, while his hands carefully and gently fix your hair, all this time you feel his swollen cock runs through your folds. “It's good that you came to me, because someone else could just take advantage of you. But not me, sweetie, I'm here for you.”

“Please, sir, put it in, please—”

“You didn't beg him like that, did you?” his hands grabs your hips, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave marks.

You shook your head, feeling a real fire igniting inside as your body doesn't obey, but begs for what it didn't receive on yesterday's date. A real good fuck.

“That's right,” he smacks your ass, pushing only tip inside of you, but that already enough to make your eyes widen and choked cry escape from your mouth. “you should feel lucky that I've taken notice of you and offered my help. Imagine if some other filthy jerk had gotten ahold of such clueless doll like you?”

“No, mr. Afton,” you're not yet able to realize what that feeling is, because you simply don't know, you're mindless, but every nerve is on edge, you're trembling with desperation. “i don't want anyone else, just you!”

“Fuck, you're so fucking hot inside, bunny,” William groans huskily as he pushes his length fully, your walls welcoming him with warmness and crazy tightness. Your knees weak, but William's hands wraps around you, not letting his precious girl fall. He leans towards you, almost pressing you into the couch, his breath on your skin. “sh, sh, babygirl, don't cry, don't cry,” he mutters in your ear while slowly starting to move. He frowns, trying not to moan loudly himself, but how can he hold back when your little pussy is so perfectly wrapped around his dick? So wet, warm and— “oh fuuuck, bunny!. . .”

You're shaking under him, mewling loudly and drooling as you cum, just from having his cock inside. Your eyes filled with sweet tears and nonstop “ohmygoood” slipping from your lips.

“You're full of surprises, dear.” William smiles and presses your head into the couch to shut you up. You can't make noise in the workplace, the most important rule. And that's when he fucks all the air and the last remnants of the brain out of you, starting to slam into your throbbing cunt. “Your taking me so well.”

William's dick presses deeper into you, your back arches. He knows what he does to you, but you don't, not yet. You swear you can feel his cock already penetrating where it's impossible, so deep in you that it begins to cause discomfort and pain. But you can't stop the madness that's going on, completely forgotten even your boyfriend's name, and what happened yesterday, as if no date ever happened. As if everything is as it should be, William Afton balls deep inside you, fucking your brains out, as it should be. All you can do is feel his cock filling you up, as it should.

“Nnggh— that feels, ohh— please!” you say through watery eyes, trying to wiggle your ass to draw him deeper into your pussy, but his grip on you is firm, so you have no choice but to just let yourself be used as a fleshlight.

Oh, poor little helpless and needy doll, William thinks. He sees how you grip the couch tighter, your glassy eyes, vision blurry, head empty, but cunt filled.

“You shouldn't have ignored your desires before.” he groans. “You're such a good girl, you deserve my dick, every fucking inch of it. I'll make you my little slut, who'll come to me at the end of the shift to have her pussy well fucked and filled with my cum. Every weekend at my place, where you can scream as loud as you want as I ruin your pussy.”

“That, nnngh— sounds so beautiful, sir.” you turn your head slightly towards William and give him the perfect view of how messy you are, dumbfounded, with silly smile on your peachy face, brows furrowed, drooling, your gaze isn't focused on him.

He thrusts roughly into you and you cry loudly when his tip reaches your cervix. He fucks you into oblivion. You're nearing your orgasm, your pussy preparing to cum one more time. William ruts deep into you, having no mercy on his girl as he lets his cock slide along your walls. The beautiful sounds your pussy squelching, your muffled cries and begs, of skin slapping filling his office.

“Yeahhh, I'll take care of you, don't you worry.” he grunts, you're breathless and limp in his arms, but when his hand travels down, his fingers finding your clit and starting to circle it, your closing your legs, shaking. “Spread them.” he commands you, but you can't really obey as your clit is way too sensitive and overstimulated. “I said spread your damn legs, doll.”

“No, no, sir, please— too sensitive, i can't!” you whine, your throat dry, but that only annoy him so he forces your legs open. His pace getting faster and his fingers rubbing on your bundle, what makes your mouth open in silent scream.

Soon his thrusts become sloppier, his dick twitching from how tight your clenching on him as if trying to milk him dry. William buries his cock deep inside you, low quiet moan leaves him as he spills his seed against your cervix, claiming you as his. Your orgasm hits you in next seconds, right after William's, what makes him laugh almost mockingly when he sees how his little doll becoming shaking mess, your hips moving in smooth circles as you cum, feeling warmth of his sperm inside you.

“Th. . . Thank you, mr. Afton.” William pulls out and his cum starts leaking of your used hole little by little.

You close your eyes and weaken, falling onto the couch fully now. Your panties on the floor, which is already stained with your juices mixed with his sperm, you don't even want to look there. No, right now you're not ashamed, not embarrassed, you just don't give a fuck, you felt so good that you won't be able to come to your senses for a long time. Even the glass of water that William handed you with big care won't bring you to reality. You're so tired that you don't even notice William turning off the camera in the corner of his office.

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multifandomfanfic · 10 months

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you should totally do a messi x daughter fanfic. One where she is in a relationship with Kylian Mbappe’s brother, Ethan Mbappe.

I love you writing btw. it’s awesome. Keep the good work!

A/N: So about this request--seeing as Ethan Mbappe is underage, I'm uncomfortable writing something for him. I'll do the fic with Kylian Mbappe instead, but I'm sorry, I won't do Ethan seeing as he's 16 and barely even legal in France.

I also combined it with this request: "will u make a fan fiction about Messi x daughter in which the daughter is an actress and they all go to a, premiere or an award show where she is nominated (and she wins), with her. Also an after party part will be good!"

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yourusername: "Figures and Strangers" has officially ended production. I would like to thank everyone who I've worked with on this project; you have made every moment of this past year special, and I will remember our time together for the rest of my life.

"Figures and Strangers" is about family, love, and perseverance in the midst of hard times. While I may not have had hard times, the other themes of this movie pertained to my life when I auditioned:

Without my family's unwavering support and direction, I would not be where I am today; seriously, without my father, I wouldn't have been tipped off about Spielberg shooting his first film in Paris, and I would not be typing this today.

A year ago, I had gone on one date with the man I now call my love. Since that day, he has been with me through thick and thin: from nights spent crying over hard-to-memorize lines, to entire weeks when I was hardly home. He saw me through my highs in lows, through enjoying life then doubting every choice I've ever made. Honestly, I believe he's more love and understanding than man. I would have never known the man my father introduced me to would be such a blessing, but I am so glad to call him mine.

And, finally, perseverance: when I heard about this movie, I was still struggling with the notion that all I would ever be was my dad's child. I love my dad with all my heart and all my soul, but seeing myself called "Lionel Messi's daughter" instead of "Y/N Messi" in headlines about my own accomplishments damaged my self-esteem (not to mention all the "nepo baby" comments--yes, I read all of those). Yet, all of this motivated me to work even harder and persevere, as my character in "Figures and Strangers" does. I am glad to say that I am happy with where I stand right now, and I have made myself proud.

Anyways, to wrap this up, I'll quote the ever so wise Winnie the Pooh by saying how lucky I am having something that makes saying goodbye so hard. I am eternally grateful for everything that has happened in the past year because of "Figures and Strangers," and how it has transformed me as a person.

Thank you all again, and I'll see you in the movies.

~ Y/N Messi

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leomessi: (translated from Spanish) I couldn't be more proud of my daughter tonight. I remember the little plays you used to put on with your cousins and brothers, and today I watched you walk across the Oscars' stage to accept the Best Actress award. All of your hard work and dedication has paid off, and you've truly made a name for yourself. Congratulations on everything you've done and will accomplish in the future. I love you very much.

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yourusername: i'm going to cry dad! i love you too!

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cyankeiya · 2 months

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Followed you! absolutely love your works! anyway, can i request an orgasmic erotic mpreg anal birth? thank you!

Thank you so much for your kind message and support! I’m glad to know there are people who love and enjoy reading my work. Thank you as well for requesting!

Tags: Mpreg, anal birth, unassisted birth, birthing alone, orgasmic birth, male lactation

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His water had broken just minutes ago in the late afternoon. He'd arrived at his due date, and had been having contractions since yesterday and labored all morning today. He was now sitting on his bed, his head leaned back into the stacked pillows supporting his aching back while he rode out contractions which were coming in much closer with one another.

Breathe, just breathe, he told himself as he took slow, deep breaths, he was getting closer and closer to being fully dilated and ready to push. He shifted his hips a little on the mattress to try and ease some of the pressure accumulating in his pelvic area. He stroked his enormous pregnant belly soothingly, whilst massaging his other hand to his sore chest which was leaking out milk. He’d stripped himself of his sweaty shirt and soaked pants and tossed them on the floor by the spot where his broken water formed a stain on the carpet. He was completely naked, with a towel laid out underneath him on the mattress.

Suddenly, he started having another rough contraction, he groaned out and clutched his belly in response. His contractions were coming in less than a minute apart now. He smoothed his palm over his taut belly and smiled to himself as he felt the baby moving around inside him, so eager to be born. The contractions and intense pressure in his belly constantly reminded the man that he had to start pushing.

Without hesitation, he spread his legs further apart, groaning out as he gave a strong initial push. He started to gasp for air between the contractions and after each push, before returning to taking deep breaths. He continued to breathe and push repeatedly, and he could feel his ass cheeks spread apart as his baby crowned.

“Oh god, okay.” He panted accordingly, continuing to take slow deep breaths. He had another contraction which signaled him to push, he leaned forward through the force then laid his head back against the pillows. “OOOOHHHHHH…!!!” He exclaimed, gripping tightly at the sheets beneath him. He held one hand to his heavy belly, rubbing wide, gentle circles on the bare skin of his stomach. From his position on the bed, he looked over past his belly and could see that he’d fully pushed out the baby’s head. As exhausted as he already was, he was glad to know he was making progress.

When he had another contraction, he dug his feet into the mattress as he pushed again. “Hahhhhh...” He groaned with the exertion of force. He was exhausted, and the strained, searing pain that was accumulating between his legs wasn’t helping him try and push through it.

He paused on pushing and took the moment to lay into the pillows and catch his breath again. He desperately needed things to move along, so he decided to try the technique of pleasuring himself to help him relax and give birth easier. So he took three fingers and gently stroked the area underneath the base of his cock, before working his fingers faster then wrapping them around his entire length.

Loud moans escaped the man’s lips as he continued to work his hand at a harder, faster pace against his jolting cock. He rubbed his chest with the other hand, teasing his own sore, leaky nipples. He whined and panted, slightly bucking his hips against his own strokes. The immense pleasure he was giving himself mixed with the pain he was already in, sending his mind into a frenzy.

He let out a loud moan in the quiet of his bedroom as his cock spurted cum all over his hand. He panted and breathed heavily coming down from his orgasm, mind still delirious from the mix of pain and self-pleasure. A little more relaxed, he took a deep breath and pushed again on the next contraction. This time, it wasn’t so painful, and he’d been able to get the baby’s shoulders out with more ease.

Minutes passed which seemed to stretch for ages as he continued to push. “Ohhhh my god…..hoooohhhhhh…” He groaned through another exertion of force. He was closer to being done pushing, the baby was more than halfway out. The man was so exhausted, the pressure and pain intense as his belly tightened.

He started to feel the strain in his opening return as his body worked to push his baby out through the strong contractions. He had to make himself orgasm again, so he reached his hand back down to his cock and stroked the base gently. With his free hand, he continued to rub his aching chest which was freely dripping with milk whilst he wrapped his other hand around his cock, jerking himself off in slow strokes before quickly picking the pace back up. When he reached climax, he moaned out and came again, and pushed when another contraction ramped up. The straining pain subsided once again, and pushing came with more ease. More minutes passed, and the man adjusted his position as he needed with what he’d hoped to be the last few pushes. He was a panting, sweaty mess, he was so tired and desperate for this to be over.

He looked down underneath him and saw that his baby was almost completely out. He tossed his head back into the pillows and looked up at the ceiling, sucked in a large breath, and let out a loud scream as he gave one last big push until his baby slid out of his body and onto the towel. Once he was able to catch his breath, he scooped up his crying baby to hold to his bare chest. The man sunk his back into the pillows, catching his breath and sobbing out of joy and relief that it was all over.

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In the forest where no one can see (Jake sully x F!reader) ((NSFW warning))

Pandora was your dream, it always has been, to get away from earth and explore something new. And now you got that chance. You have studied nature on earth for so many years, you even got an award for it, so when you got an offer to come with and study pandora, you of course agreed.

Working with the team was a blessing, you meet so many nice people before you left for your base inside pandoras forests. However, at the time, one of your friends found your base and decided to stay for a bit, the only difference is that he is now very big, and very blue. What could ever happen?

This takes place slightly before the main events of Avatar, jake sully has still gotten his na'vi body, and it may feel bad for some, but jake falls in love with you and not neytiri, however, they remain friends, and just maybe she falls for you too 🤭

Also this is a old chapter just posted here cause why not, my writing skills have improved and won't be cringe 😔✋️

Also this is a nsfw of His na'vi form and you, but as a human, so if that's not your cup of tea then scroll ❤️

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Back when you were a child, you were always told you would fail, that what you would learn would not matter in the future.You decided to shove those thoughts up their asses and prove them otherwise.

The soft humming from the outside made you sit up in your bed, the air felt humid despite the planet you were on, it was still dark in the room as you stood up, the soft blanket sliding off your body as you made your way to the sealed shut window. Once your feet made contact with the floor, the hair on your arms stood up, you could feel your arms getting cold now but you leaned forward to look outside. It was yet morning, and the glowing plants you had planted outside on the small window seal glowed so very pretty against your window. Back when you were a child, being on a planet like pandora would be a dream only, but here you are. Creatures were flying around outside, their small voices were muffled out due to the window, but your eyes would follow their movements with a smile, how beautiful.

Your attention was snapped back to reality as you heard the beeping of your computer in the other room, turning your head slightly, your gaze drifted onto the screen that could be barely seen from where you stood. You recognize that face even if it's tiny. It was Dr grace.

You quickly grabbed the blanket on the floor and tied it around your wrist, hiding your underwear from the world, once done, you quickly made your way to the bed and threw over the other blanket on the floor, making the bed look decent. once finished, you started to speed walk into the small living room and quickly sat down in front of the grey computer, unlike some people. holograms never were your thing, you enjoyed the comfort of a typical computer. With quick use of your fingers on the keyboard, graces face popped up with a cheery smile, she quickly said your name before she put down what looked to be a lot of papers on her desk, and you could see some people in the background passing by, giving grace a good morning, guess they all got woken up early aswell

“Sorry for calling out of nowhere, I could use some company when I write these papers” She stated as you sat down, holding your arms on your knees, a simple smile was given from you “That's fine, glad I was the first person you decided to call,” you said while you looked down under the table, taking out a hairbrush. Grace simply laughed at you, a sweet laugh, however.

“don't tell me you just woke up, shouldn't you write those assignments, you know we need more information about site 32” She said while pushing the stack of papers to the side, tilting closer to the screen “And here I thought you were gonna write Your papers miss, but I assure you, I will be heading out to the site later today, I just deserved a small break this morning, was a tough day yesterday” you said with a sigh as the brush combed its way in your hair. “Tough day? don't tell me..do you intend on befriending that creature?” She said with a slightly raised voice, not angry but confused, you only stared back at her before you tilted your head to the side.

“I mean, it's going better now, it's not often a thanator gets close to you and doesn't Immediately attack you, I just gave it some food, no big deal, I had a way to escape so it worked out just fine,” You said with a small laugh, your eyes going over her face, despite her age, you found her still beautiful, as she kept saying minor curses that you should be careful and everything, your eyes would focus on the window, the forest was so pretty, you could never get over that. Your chat with grace lasted for a while as the sun started to light up the forest, aswell as your room. Grace had mentioned that they showed some of the new walkers their avatars the other day and that she was currently writing some stuff about it.

At this point you were laying down on the couch, chewing on some fruits you managed to pick from the forest, non-lethal of course, with a small sigh you scooted up on your sidearm and looked at the screen, Grace was writing on her notes while drinking some coffee, you both enjoyed to keep each other company even if none spoke, it was a comfort that you both enjoyed, just knowing someone is there for you.

A loud shake rattled out in your base, causing you to sit up straight with wide eyes, the teacup you had earlier almost spilled over the table, making you attempt to catch it, only to hold your hands in the air. Grace noticed your sudden movements and put down her pen, looking at the screen closer “Deary what's wrong? you alright?” Grace asked, worry hitting her eyebrows as you looked around, the sounds stopped so you looked down at your computer again, moving closer to it “I apologize to grace, I just heard something, I call you back later alright,” you said as you leaned over and closed the video call, despite graces words that you should not. Standing up, you secured the blanket closer to your body, making it look like a long skirt as you walked away from the couch, it was silent, did you mishear something?

No, you definitely heard something, the ground shaked under you before. You moved towards the corner of the room, picking up a machete that was leaning against one of the wooden boxes with food, the machete you were given by the soldiers before you left, they told you to only use it if necessary. Feeling its heavyweight in your hand gives you a small kind of comfort.

Your hands tightened around it as you walked towards the sealed shut door, feeling a part of your legs shiver, was it a beast? maybe the thanator that followed after you yesterday, once you got close to the door, you double checked it, the door consisted of two parts, airtight to make sure the air you had inside would not get out, the chamber serving as a break to close the first door, then the last one, the one you stood next to, leading into your base.

The first door started to make noise, making you hold the machete tighter, soon it started to crack open, which caused you to half stumble back. Fingers were pulling it open before you could progress what just happened, you were staring back at a na’vi, it was slightly hard to see but from the looks of it, the na´vi was struggling with the door, it pushed the door fully open resulting in light shining in. The na´vi wore clothes like humans, this caused you to lower your machete onto the ground with a sigh, feeling a small ache in your knuckles from holding it so hard.

It was one of your team then. The na’vi was struggling to fit in the small space betwine both doors, it was almost cruel to watch as he tried to gather his long legs, and it was not long until he looked towards you, the glass hiding you with a blurry image. Moving to the keypad next to the door, you typed in the password, allowing the door to slide open with ease. The na’vi looked at you now that you were in view before he climbed past, well, crawled you would say.

“Do forgive me but why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the base?” You questioned the man in front of you as you put away the machete back in the corner. His eyes connected with yours before he let a big toothy smile come out, this made you squint your eyes slightly, but once your name left his lips you looked stunned “Jake?” You questioned as you went closer to him, oh lord was he tall, grace never mentioned he was the one who got into his avatar yesterday.

If he wanted to, he could very easily pick you up with zero effort. “Sorry for bursting in here out of nowhere, look! I can walk” He stated in a very happy voice, his tail swaying behind him, you only laughed slightly as you walked towards him, jake had to crouch down onto his knees to fit in your living room. "yeah I noticed that you are soo big!" You laughed out as you stood next to him, putting your hand next to his shoulder.

"Yeah this is awesome, man you should have seen it! I was able to do so much" he stated as he shifted to the side slightly, however in doing so, his tail accidentally knocked down one of the containers of plants you collected before, and the ruckus snapped you out from comparing his arm to your own as you watched some of the seeds you collected scramble over the floor. "I'm so sorry, still getting used to this body" jake said with a small innocent chuckle as he watched the seeds roll on the floor.

you waved your hand with a small smile, signaling that it was fine before you quickly tried to get around him, but so did he, as you stood next to the fallen container and the seeds, he tried to move around to help, but he does more harm than good, before you could even pick up the container to begin collecting the seeds, he has accidentally knocked you over, making a sorry sound as he tried to grab you before you meet the floor, but alas, he was too late.

You felt pain as your ass meet the hard floor, and a loud hiss came out from your lips “oh lord that fucking hurt,” You said as your eyes shifted up to jake, however, something was wrong, he just sat there, his yellow eyes looking at you “dude what's wrong? you can't just move around like that, this place is meant for humans normally, not big blue cat men” You said before your hands went around to grab the container, the silence was almost confusing for you, as your eyes landed back on jake, you noticed how he quickly avoided eye contact “jake, is something wrong” you asked, making him look at your face for a moment before his hand pointed downwards, confused, you looked down. The blanket.

Heat raised onto your cheeks as you quickly scrambled down to pick up the blanket, curse your laziness to put on clothes, and cursed blankets for being so comfy to have around your body. “You saw nothing! You hear me!” You shouted out as your cheeks felt like they were on fire, with some quick movements, you placed all the seeds in the container, avoiding eye contact with the avatar next to you. The container was placed back on its spot as you half ran to the side of the room, pressing a few buttons.

The blanket was held tightly against your body as the floor opened in a corner of the room, once it beeped out twice, you quickly started to push jake towards the opened entrance in the floor “Just! just go down there! It’s bigger than this place so you should be able to fit” You blurted out, Jake muttered a small apology as he started himself to crawl over to the entrance, the entrance is a tad small but he could squeeze in rather easy so it did not take long before he jumped down into a much larger room, with a loud thump on the floor, he looked up at you with his ears pointed downwards, but you paid no attention to that as you left him there and sprinted to your room to get dressed. - Jake felt like a fool, he could still feel his heartbeat pounding against him, he did not intend on knocking you down, nor did he intend to stare for so long, his hands went to his neck as he tried to calm down. Sure he always liked you but seeing you like that made his head spin, his eyes glanced down noticing his tail swaying left and right, causing him to grip it and hold it still. Once it stopped moving, He held his hands on his face, dragging them along his face and making tired noises.

It was good that his body could hide his blush. his attention soon went to look around, his head tilting up at the lights on the roof, then down to the normal area. it was a decently large room, big enough so he could stand up, the number of boxes made sense to him as this looked to be a storage room, his eyes looking at different containers. it did not take long before he walked over to a few of them, with a few strides with his long legs, he got up to a shelve with different size containers. jake started to look at them all, turning a few of the upside-down. his fingers started to trace over the surface of one container with a blue lid. Eiry flowers were the label on it, his curiosity got the better of him. As they say, curiosity killed the cat, well, in this case, curiosity killed the blue cat.

He sat down on the floor in front of the shelf, holding the small container in his large hands, it was hard to get up, but only due to how big his fingers were. His legs started to feel slightly cold from the metal floor, however, his mind was focused on the container. His ears twitched slightly as he attempted to open it once again, but it popped open with a little effort, he was strong after all. His eyes scanned the inside, but the only thing he saw was a ball-looking thing, not very flowery according to him.

Hesitantly, he looked closer before he carefully grabbed it, the soft texture felt like a balloon from earth, it had a pretty color aswell, a pink tone mixed with a blue hue. He grabbed the container again from the floor and attempted to put it back, but he accidentally pressed too hard on the flower, causing it to burst. A yellow-looking powder shot out from it and into the air, his mouth widen slightly as he leaned backward and he soon squinted his eyes fast before the powder struck him in the eyes, however, he accidentally inhaled it, causing him to cough out a few times.

He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, some of the powder falling off his face. His eyes looked down at the flower, it was destroyed, he felt a slight panic rise up in his chest before he placed the destroyed flower back and closed the lid, some yellow powder falling off his shirt as he did. With a few nervous glances around the room, he moved to stand up.

His eyes would glance down to his legs as he attempted to stand up, however, he noticed that his legs wobbled once he stood up. a pain shot its way into his head, causing him to stumble forward, almost dropping the container. His tail swayed around with the occasional twitching as he held his head tightly with both hands, his body felt warm, he looked around the storage room before he tried to make his way back to the ladder leading up to your base. Forgetting the container he left on the floor - While jake was down in the storage, doing his own thing, sounds could be heard from the bedroom you owned. Oh look at that, you were laying on the bed breathing in as you attempted to put on some jeans, you were positive these fitted and you know very well you had not gained any weight. They finally snapped together making you breathe out and stand up. your hands were still on your hips as adjusted the jeans slightly, and the black shirt you still wore would remain on your body.

Your mind tried to ignore the feeling you got when he looked at you back then, I mean, you always liked jake, you truly have, however it is still embarrassing to let him see everything accidentally. With a sigh, you left your bedroom wearing some easy soft shoes you found and headed towards the entrance you left jake at. The shoes made a few squeaking noises as you walked on the hard surface, and it did not take long before you stood before the entrance. You felt your body twist slightly as you looked down.

That's odd, jake is no longer right under it, had he moved away from there? Slowly sitting down on the edge, you gripped the ladder and started to go down, one step at a time. you could hear the engines working on the side of the room, good, that means your oxygen would not run out yet. a small thud sounded in the room as you jumped down the last bit, and you soon turned around. You did not see him right away, but after walking a few steps forward, you spotted him by some of your containers.

Your mind drifted to the incident before, and you did not want him to accidentally knock down the containers, or even worse, the whole shelf “hey! be careful around those, I thought you knew better than to explore the stuff I collect- jake?” your voice changed slightly in the end as you got closer, there was jake, standing tall before you, however, he acted oddly, his ears were pointed downwards and his tail was wagging very fast, what caught your interest the most was how his fangs could be seen while he held his mouth open, and drool coming out from his mouth. your posture slightly shrunk under his gaze as you looked behind him, your eyes looking down on the floor, noticing the container with the signature flower marking. The Eiry flowers, oh lord.

Your head instantly shot up and looked at him, you had to tilt it a lot to be able to look at him now “Listen to me, I just assume you touched those flowers, very bad” You stated as he crouched down in front of you, your eyes noticing how his muscles shifted under his blue skin “What do you mean by bad? why do I feel like this?” he stated, his dilated pupils looking right at you, or right through you. This flower, it’s not poisonous in say, but it still is very bad.

Your tongue pressed down slightly against your jaw as your fingers scratched the side of your cheek “Not bad like that, its, these flowers are like an aphrodisiac, however, they don't actually control your own thoughts, it enhance already existing feelings, however, it can still make your body feel things” You stated as you turned around, not wanting to look at him.

You could already feel your heartbeat start to pound harder against your chest “I have the antidote in one of the boxes, please, just wait here” You stated quickly as your legs started to move towards a small area in the corner, but something stopped you, looking behind, jake had grabbed your arm, not hard, but a firm grip. “Don't go, just stay for a moment” He choked out as he pulled you backward, now, a normal person would have freaked out if an alien started to pull them down with them on the floor, you, however, always had a small thing for aliens, but not only that, this was jake, the person you been in love with for a very long time now.

The blush crept up on your face as he placed you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you and his face nuzzled into your neck. You let out a few noises of surprise as you relaxed onto his chest, it was like laying on a bed, warm.

This felt absurd, he is so much bigger than a normal human, and you could feel your legs starting to tingle. As you looked to the side, you noticed how his head was still nuzzling into your neck, but the notice of his tail caught your attention, it smacked against some of the containers, not enough for them to fall down but enough to make you worry. Your thoughts soon disappeared as you could feel how he purred against you, making your hair stand up on every part of your body. “jake, listen, you need to calm down” You stated as you tried to get out of his grip, your body felt like it was on fire.

However, his grip only tightened around you, before he laid down on his back, still holding you so very close to his body “don't go...I love you so much” He said, his eyes now looking into your own, they seemed to have returned to normal, but the effects are still on him. but only one thought echoed inside your mind, he loved you back. soon you slowly gave up and scooted so you laid on top of him, your chest pressing up against his body as you hugged him back, hiding your face on his chest.

He was so very warm, you glanced back up at him “I love you too, but please, you need the antidote, I don't want you to do something against your own will-” You tried saying, however, he only looked at you before his hands softly grabbed your head, their grasp almost covering your entire head “This is all on me, there is no flower telling me what my feelings are, I have loved you for over a year, please, help me” he whined out before his lips crashed themself onto yours, shock drove over you. The kiss was confusing but welcomed, his hands caressed your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. it was an odd feeling, you won't lie, his lips are slightly bigger than yours and on occasion, you would feel his sharp teeth scrape against your lips.

You closed your eyes as you shifted your position, your arms going around his neck, he softly released your lips from his as his eyes just looked at you, for him, you looked devine, he felt no regrets. His intention to come here in the first place was after all to ask you out, but now, he believes it might go somewhere else. His hands wandered down to your hips as his lips traveled down to your neck, you let out a small yelp as he licked the left side of your flesh, your blush was over your entire face, which he thought was cute, however, his attention went somewhere else. Your hands gripped onto his over arms as he pressed you down slightly against him.

for a moment he whispered your name before he bit your shoulder softly, his canine teeth not fully breaking the skin, but enough to leave a mark. You could feel your insides churning around, you were getting aroused from this, but thoughts began to shove their way into your mind.

How would this even work, do they even have a.. your thoughts were interrupted as you started to feel something press against your clothed sex, and a small groan came from jake as his tail kept smacking against the floor. Oh, well that answered your question, he wanted this aswell, he told you so. You bit your lip slightly as you moved forward, and then back again, grinding yourself on whatever had poked you.

The friction made you let out a small moan, and soon his hot breath against your neck increased instantly “please- don't tease me” he whispered as one of his hands moved up again along your body, but this time, it went under your shirt, you felt yourself growing more and more curious, so you let him. His large hand soon found its way to your breasts, gripping it slightly, while the other hand sneaked its way into your jeans, however, it seemed to have a small issue as they were tight against your flesh.

The sound of your jeans button popping off made you flinch, but once his hand sneaked down your pants, the button was no longer a concern. it was like electricity shot from you as you let out a small moan, which only caused jake to bite your shoulder again, his tongue pressing against your skin each time his teeth rasped against you, his arms held you firmer pushing you closer to him. No more words were said at this point, only soft panting and small moans that came from both of you.

His fingers would tweak your nipple at times, his large hand switching from mound to mound while his other hand held a tight grip on the side of your ass. You had your head nuzzled up against the side of his head, your breath echoing next to his ears. You had to do something to feel any kind of friction, at this point your mind was going insane, the feeling of his large hands on your body made you want more, so you started to grind on his clothed member slightly harder.

The first thing you noticed was how wet you actually were, however, it was an annoying feeling how you could only sense a little part of him against you, with some trembling hands you pushed yourself closer to him, kissing the side of his ears your words echoed into his mind, making him shiver under you “jake..take them off..please” You half begged as you moved your arm downwards to your own pants, but his hold on you made it tough. A small chuckle from his lips made your cheeks flare up once again, as his eyes looked into yours “of course love, I just need to-” he said before he removed his hands from your body, making you whine as they left you, however, they returned soon enough, only to flip you down on your back and with him on top of you.

His size alone made you excited, a normal person would be terrified, you, you have never been normal. His hands gripped his own shirt as he tore it off, his body looked slightly different from a human, but it still held a few humanoid qualities, which on its own was attractive to look at. He shook his hair slightly as he leaned to the side slightly, using his large hands to lift you up and close to his chest, almost like you were a newborn child. A small yelp left your lips as he held you close "easy now.." Jake said with a small chuckle as he moved the shirt down onto the floor, with a few tweaks with his hand, it looked like a blanket enough for your body to lay on.

He kissed your forehead before he laid you down on his shirt, he stretched his arms slightly before he sat on his knees above you. He looked down on you again, with so much love in his eyes as he slowly inched his hands closer to your own shirt, he hovered them over the fabric, waiting for your permission.

Your excitement was above the roof, and with a quick nod from you, he pulled off the soft fabric from your body, you have never been a person to enjoy a bra in the first place, he knew that from way back so it was not a surprise for him to see your bare chest, after all, just moments ago he had fondled with them.

He soon returned to his original missions, the fabric that was holding a part of your body hostage that he so deeply needed. he leaned down and softly kissed you again, pressing his tongue slightly against your lips, you allowed him, kissing him back as good as you could, he was so careful to make sure you did not choke on his tongue.

His fingers had squeezed their way into your jeans, hooking the edge of your underwear and jeans at the same time, and as you both kissed, he slowly tried to get them off you, but they still holder a tight grip on your thighs, making him slightly growl at the annoying fabric. Breaking the kiss, you moved your legs up to assist him, making it easier for him to remove your clothing, and soon enough, your body was on display for him.

His eyes wandered down and he could feel his entire body burning with lust, and the aching feeling from his cock only made him pant in excitement “Listen..I need you, so bad” he stated as his hands made their way to your exposed pussy, spreading it apart, you ached your back slightly, you were so sensitive. "That's fine, just..be careful" You stated after you relaxed again. His ears flicked slightly at your sounds as he soon pushed his finger inside you, bigger than a normal finger, it caused you to moan out slightly. It was obvious why he was doing this. he was preparing you.

After a few thrusts with his middle finger, he quickly inserted another finger, enough for him, but for you, it felt like four fingers were inside of you, slick wetness started to make noise around the storage room as he moved his two fingers around inside you, while his third focused on the sensitive nub that caused the main pleasure.

Your hands would grip his shoulders as you moaned out, the odd feeling inside felt wonderful, the way his fingers curled up against your walls, reaching in places your own hands could not and god was he gorgeous to look at, the way his eyes were focused on your own the entire time, the way his sharp teeth showed themself after every pant he made. it did not take long before you ached your back up, you could feel an orgasm starting to form. With some pants and moans, you began to grind yourself on his fingers, jake took notice of this and removed his fingers from inside you, making you whine out in annoyance. He only laughed slightly at you before he put the fingers inside his mouth.

You stared in awe as you witnessed him cleaning his fingers of your arousal, his tail making an odd movement at the same time. His braid fell forward as he removed his fingers from his mouth "I won't lie, you taste good" he said with a smirk, you felt your breath hitch as his teeth with that smirk appeared. He climbed back above you, his shadow covering your entire body. His eyes glanced down slightly before his hand went towards his own pants. You could hear how he fiddled with the buttons and then the zipper. Your breath almost stopped as he slowly pulled out what you would assume, would be a na’vis reproductional organ, or in human terms, a dick.

You made a slight laugh, causing him to return his gaze towards your face “What so funny?” he questioned as he used one of his hands around his cock, and the other one to lift your lower body up slightly “nothing, just never even knew you would have one of those” you said, your eyes scanning it, it was hard to see fully due to the slight darkness of the room, but you could tell it was blue and pointy, which is something you were not used to.

He only laughed himself as he moved you closer to him, the tip teasing your folds slightly, making you groan at the friction, stopping yourself from grinding on it “Yeah neither did I, but kinda glad I got one that I can use” He said before he pressed his forehead against you, a sweet gesture, for a moment you held his cheeks with your hands, with a small effort you kissed his nose "I love you" You said with a small smile, your eyes connecting with his own. He looked so happy and he truly was.

You were both still at the shelf, but during your moving around on the floor, things had turned darker around you. it was almost like his skin was glowing. Your arms went around his neck as you nodded slightly, giving him the alright to continue. You could feel how he shifted above you as he lowered himself down just a tiny bit, making his cock push itself past your folds, the tip entering your walls, you closed your eyes slightly, it would fit, you were not too tight, after all, you wanted and were aroused by every move he made.

Jake kissed your cheeks as he slowly pushed more of him inside you, kissing up any tear that fell out, he knew this would hurt slightly at the start, but he would make sure you were alright. You, on the other hand, felt like your entire body would break, you tried large toys before back on earth, but nothing is fully like the real thing, you felt how it pulsated inside you, making you let out small moans as your nails dug themself into his skin “You are doing great love” he reassured you as his tail wrapped itself around your leg, a calming gesture once again. Once fully inside you, he stayed still, allowing you to breathe for a few minutes. You both laid there in the storage room, his words were the only thing that entered your ears, after a few minutes you breathed out one last time with your eyes closed.

You opened them again and nodded your head, He smiled slightly before he leaned down once again, bringing your lips to his own as he slowly pulled out of you, before he thrust back inside, your body was rocked forward as he held you in place, his kiss kidnapping any moan that left your mouth. His hand held your body flush against his as he started to thrust at a steady pace, your walls clenching around him causing him to release his mouth from yours. Moans left both you and him, even if he tried to stop his own from coming out, the flower made him so sensitive.

Your eyes wandered onto his face, he had his eyes closed and an open mouth, once in a while you noticed how his ears would twitch each time you let out a moan. Your breasts were bouncing slightly back and forth as his thrust started to increase, and he soon wrapped his arms around your entire body, pulling you up slightly. With the new position, you could feel him hit your cervix, the feeling making your moans louder.

The sounds you both made echoed out in the storage room, you could hear everything so clearly, and so could he. You started to beg him to go faster, panting it out close to his ears, if you weren't so deeply focused on his cock thrusting inside your body, you would have heard how much he was purring, however, it was drowned out by the sounds of your own moans.

His hands traveled around your body as he started to speed up his thrusts, you could feel how your orgasm was closing in as your walls tightened against him. The feeling of him pushing against your walls every second made you squirm around in his grasp, as one of your hands gripped his hair slightly making him groan against your flesh.

You pulled him closer to your neck as your moans increased “I’m close- jake, more..ah” you moaned out louder, you could feel the bubble growing inside of you, Jake sat down onto his knees, moving you with him until you were bouncing on top of him together with his upward thrusting, this angle made both of you moan even louder, his tail had let go of your legs, as it was wagging behind him fast.

You did not have much time to think, you wanted him inside you so you wrapped your legs around him and locked themself together. jakes panting next to your ear was erotic, and not long after he started burry his face onto your shoulder, his moves started to get sloppier by the second, and soon enough, you could feel him shoot his warm seed inside you. "good girl..you take me so well" He moaned out as he thrusted slightly faster against your cervix.

The hot seed filled you up, splashing against your walls and cervix, this caused your own orgasm to take place. He bit into your other shoulder as he rode out his orgasm with your own, his large arms wrapped around your body. Soon, you were both panting, you felt so very tired, you could barely keep your eyes open as he slowly slid out of your hole. The cum dripping out of you, the feeling of it sliding against your skin made you moan slightly again

“man... I sure hope the na’vi and humans don't have close enough DNA to make the other one pregnant” you muttered out slightly as you nuzzled your face against his neck, kissing his perfect blue skin, jake layed down again with you on the floor, he was panting hard with closed eyes, before his smile returned, showing his teeth “I doubt that” he said before he laid on his back, pulling you on top of him.

You both looked into each other eyes, no words needed to be said, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your naked body, and together with it and his body, you started to get sleepy. He himself had felt the flower effects disappear a long time ago, he just wanted you for a bit longer. He stared up at the ceiling, his ears twitching slightly as the machine in the corner of the room kept making a buzzing noise. Soon enough, you were laying with your head on his shoulders with closed eyes, sleeping soundly. Jake decided that he could stay here for a bit longer before he woke you up from your sleep, you needed it.

He chuckled for himself before he nuzzled into your hair, breathing in your scent “I love you” he said before he closed his own eyes, just resting, not enough to pull him back to his human body, but enough so he could regain some energy. The storage room was silent now, the occasional snoring from you was the only thing making a sound alongside the buzzing of the oxygen machine. Oh how things can go on this planet. And none of you complained about it.

// Full fanfic and chapters will be posted on Ao3 first!

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⚠️warnings: dom!changbin, brattysub!reader, swearing, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradation (use of the word slut), bit of praise, manhandling ahaha-

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a/n: my first smut on tumblr! i finished writing it yesterday, and i’m really happy with it. enjoy!🥀

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In terms of stamina when it came to sex, no one could outdo Changbin.

You didn’t need any proof- it was just undoubtedly true. He could go round after round on you, and that wild fire in his dark eyes would never even flicker. Whether he was eating you out, or slowly making love, or shoving your body into the pillows, he never seemed to tire. Sometimes, sessions didn’t end until you were too exhausted to go any more, and you’d fall asleep the instant he collapsed next you, pulling you gently to his firm chest as your tired body succumbed to rest.

Yeah, his stamina could never be matched. But as for actual sex drive? For that gutteral desire to fuck and be fucked whenever the opportunity arose?

Now that, you won at.

Could you really be blamed, though, when Changbin just gave you everything he could- and did it so fucking well? And Changbin, as much as he loved to ruin you- and take his sweet time doing so- had always been the calmer, level-headed person in your relationship. You, on the other hand, had no problem admitting how crazy you were over him- in every way, honestly.

Today, your mind just happened to be wandering to… dirtier places.

Maybe it was just because you hadn’t seen him most of the weekend- he’d spent a lot of time working, you’d spent a bit out of town. Maybe it was just an instinct, or maybe it was hormonal or some shit. Or maybe it was because, the moment you walked into the studio to find him at his laptop, eyes narrowed and focused, arms just barely able to fit into his shirt, you realized that you were only human.

And you were down bad.

You let the door shut behind you before speaking up. “Hey.”

The boy didn’t even look up, so invested in his work that he couldn’t tear his eyes from it. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Just stopping by.” You responded, fidgeting in your spot. “Binnie?”

“Hmm?” Again, he remained locked on the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard.

You stepped closer, and placed your hand on his shoulder. Dressed only in a white tee and tight black pants held up by a thin belt, he looked like a hundred bucks, all firm muscle and broad back. You resisted the urge to feel up his arm, going for a straightforward approach. “I brought you something.”

“What?” He asked, at last turning to look at you- and you were suddenly glad for the short skirt you’d decided to wear. The way his eyes scanned your body was enough to make you flush, skin burning.

You smiled coyly, playing with the hem of your skirt. You just knew it drove him crazy. “Me.”

Slowly, he began to smile. “Five minutes, babe. And I’m all yours.”

He turned back to his work, headphones placed back over his ears, and honestly? You were a little bit pissed. Well, frustrated was probably a better word. God, did he look fit and fine, biting his lip as he tried to finish the project he was working on.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt him… your very core was tingling with need. You clasped your hands together, playing with the bracelet around your wrist in hopes of distracting yourself, but to no avail. Especially not when he began to hum something, in his deep, sultry voice.

It’s just five minutes. You told yourself firmly, inwardly scoffing. You can wait five fucking minutes.

But you knew now that all your patience had flown out the window the moment you’d stepped into the studio. You couldn’t help it- he was your weakness.

And if he wouldn’t pay you any attention on his own, you’d make him need to.

You discarded your shoes and purse, taking a deep breath before approaching him. You placed a hand over his shoulder, making him briefly look at you with a smile. You smiled back, then quickly slipped onto his lap, facing away from him, smirking at the feeling of his tip prodding your ass. You not so subtly shifted over him, feeling him tense as you did.

You glanced over to see Changbin raising an eyebrow, and you knew he wasn’t at all oblivious to what you were trying to do. You tilted your head, making him sigh. “Okay, babe, okay-”

He swiftly pulled you closer to him, spinning you around on his lap to face him. You eagerly began to situate yourself- but it seemed like Changbin had other plans. He firmly gripped your hips and moved you, keeping you centered over his firm right thigh.

“There.” He pulled his head phones over his ears, acting nonchalant- but his gaze never left yours as he added, “Go on.”

His thighs flexed as he shifted slightly, and the small amount of friction to your core already had you whining, core burning with desire. A tiny flicker of a teasing smirk pulled against Changbin’s lips.

“Go on.” He repeated, this time quieter, tone dark and taunting. “If you want it so bad, get off yourself.”

A red hot flush burned your face as it dawned on you what exactly he wanted. He was going to sit there. And you were going to have to do all the work yourself.

You couldn’t deny that the idea of riding Changbin’s thigh was hot, to say the least. He didn’t work out nearly every day for nothing, after all. But you didn’t want to settle for something so… effortless. You wanted to be straight fucked out. So, you made a resolution.

You’d listen to him; ride him like your life depended on it. And you’d make sure you broke him at the same time.

Slowly, you brought your hands to his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders. Was that your imagination, or did his upper body tense ever so slightly? You let your fingers dig into his skin, let your body fall against his chest, and then-

You moved.

You slowly dragged yourself forward, feeling every flex and tense of Changbin’s thigh through the fabric of your panties, every taunt muscle stimulating your clit and dizzying you when a gratifying wave of pleasure rolled through your gut. You didn’t have to see Changbin smirk to know that he was tensing and relaxing his thighs on purpose, each small movement electrifying against your dripping pussy.

And honestly, it felt so. Damn. Incredible.

The next grind of your hips was less hesitant, and you set a rapid pace, hoping that this was driving Changbin just as crazy as it was you. Every drag of your core against Changbin’s thick thigh made the fire in your gut roar louder- you needed him. Inside. Now.

Your fingers wandered, first to his chest, running along the toned muscles of his pecs and massaging his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. The reaction was almost instantaneous; Changbin shifted again- adding to the pleasure of your clit rubbing against his thigh- and cleared his throat.

“Y/n.” He said under his breath, dark tone warning.

You ignored him, grinding your hips down again, dragging yourself slowly over his massive thigh, certain he could feel your arousal dripping from your panties. And you made a show of it, moaning against his skin, making your legs tremble as your hands moved again. This time, they followed the ridges of his stomach, and the dip of his hips underneath his shirt.

You could see the veins along his neck, more noticeable than before, as he swallowed roughly. His fingers had paused, hovering over the keyboard as you fingered the waistline of his pants, taking careful note of how he reacted to each touch of your skin against his. His eyes, resolute, stayed on the screen in front of him- but the glaze across them proved just how unfocused he really was.

Now- now was the time to really play dirty.

“Binnie…” you breathed, fingers ghosting along his stomach, then lower, dipping under his pants. You leaned closer, pressing against his chest, pressing your mouth to his ear, dragging your lips along the curl of his ear before taking his earlobe in between your teeth. “Mmm…”

You could feel his breath stutter, but he still tried to remain calm. “Y/n, let me… finish this.”

“It’s my turn.” You pouted, pressing your tongue against his golden skin. Your teeth nibbled his earlobe, your hands crawling further and further, caressing the dip in his hips.

“Y/n-” He sounded so gloriously desperate- the kind of desperate you were. “Just…”

With the next grind of your hips, you brought your knee up with you, making sure to brush against the- now very obvious-tent in Changbin’s pants. Immediately his body stiffened, muscles tensing, as his hands shot out to grip your waist and firmly hold you still. Your heart jolted at the sudden movement, a little worried you’d crossed the line- but when you pulled back to look at him, you were met with a gaze absolutely dripping with red hot lust.

His next words came out in a low, dangerous tone. “Someone needs to learn a thing or two about manners.”

You could only hold your breath, nerves tingling at the pure anticipation of it all. His erection against your knee was rock hard, practically making you drool at idea of being absolutely fucked out by Changbin. Indeed, the way he was staring at you made you unbearably hot.

And then he was kissing you, and it wasn’t like how Changbin usually started a make-out- slowly, as to take his time letting the fire heighten. But the fire was already roaring, and despite all his talk of patience just minutes before, he seemed anything but patient now.

You could hear his grunts as he kissed you harder, slipping his tongue between your lips and making you practically melt against him. Your hands kept wandering, hips digging into his thigh, as your gut screamed for something. Your legs closed around his, eyes squeezed shut as Changbin’s mouth dropped yours, and he started kissing down the column of your neck.

“Can’t wait even five minutes for me to finish my work? Do I make you feel that needy?”

“Mm… yes- yes-” you managed, gasping when Changbin nipped at your skin, then sucked on one of your sweet spots, right by your collarbone.

“You just can’t wait for me to ruin you, hmm?” He blew on the red mark that was sure to bruise dark purple later, making you shiver, hands clutching at his belt. “Want me to fuck you so hard, make you feel good?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You plunged your hand farther into his pants, and squeezed his dick over his boxers. Immediately you could feel him twitch, and he hissed, thighs tensing, chest heaving. “God, baby-”

“Please-” you whispered, willing to do anything he asked.

“Good. That’s a start.” Changbin hummed, drawing his head back from your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist. In one swift movement, he tossed you over his shoulder, making your insides jolt with excitement as he carried you quickly to the nearby sofa and placed you on your back.

Without wasting any time, Changbin pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over his abandoned chair. Next he made a show of pulling the belt from his pants, before tossing those away as well. At last, he turned back to you. His eyes were piercing and hooded, and everything about that gaze had your core clenching around nothing. God, he was so attractive, with his sculpted figure and firm muscles all on display for you to admire. He crawled over you, straddling you, thighs around your waist keeping you in place.

“I want you to ask nicely this time. Be a good girl, and tell me exactly what you want.” He said in a hushed voice, staring down at you with his fingers tracing absentminded patterns up and down your sides.

You ignored the question, tired of waiting, and pulled his face down to you. Your lips connected with the strength of magnets, locked to each other as Changbin gave in- at least momentarily- to relish the feeling of you. You arched your back to feel the heat of his body against your skin, and felt suddenly irritated by the amount of clothes between you and his bare chest. Quickly, you peeled off your jacket and stripped the shirt beneath over your head, allowing only a second for your lips to be away from his own in order to get it over your head. Then you’d whipped the shirt away and reached to cup his jawline, at the same time that his hands gripped your neck to pull you back, craving endlessly for more of his mouth devouring yours.

“Well-” he sounded breathless, lips crawling down to find your breasts and suck at the nipples, making you arch your back further at the wet, warm feeling of his mouth around the bud. “Guess you’re not being my good girl today.”

“Please, Changbin-” you moaned, core clenching helplessly- his lips sucking on your nipple was driving you insane. “I just want you to fuck me.”

His crotch was pressed between your hips, and at the words he offered a subtle grind. You gasped, and he murmured, “Oh, that’s all? Say it like you mean it.”

You whimpered as his other hand dropped to massage your other breast, desperation growing in the form of arousal coating your pussy. “I want you to fuck me so bad- o-oh-” another sublte grind of his hips, and you had to take a minute to catch your breath before adding fervently, “I want you to fuck me any way, every way. God, just please, Changbin I-I need- ah-”

He was sucking deeply on the bud of your other breast now, and it was almost too much- but still far from enough. He was a drug you could never be tired of.

In desperation, you dug under his boxers, clamping both hands around his dick, feeling the pulse and twitch of his member as he released a deep groan, hips bucking into your grip.

You caught his gaze, caught the way they were beginning to tremble, their resolve fraying. You’d almost won- and all it took was…

“I need you to ruin me, Changbin.”

His eyes widened. Between your hands, his cock twitched. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply before sitting back on his heels. In a matter of seconds, he’d discarded his boxers, gaze never falling from your eyes. Soon enough, he was over you again, teasing the buttons of your skirt.

Before he did anything, though, he leaned down. “Hope you locked the door behind you.” He breathed into your ear, and you could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

And then his lips were attached to your neck, and his fingers were frantically pulling at the buttons of your skirt, and your stomach was churning with excitement. The moment he freed all the buttons, you lifted your hips so he could slide them off, along with your panties. The cool of the studio greeted your bare skin, but you’d never felt so feverishly hot in your life.

Changbin lightly touched two fingers to your folds, making you gasp at the sensation. He lifted his gaze to you, eyebrows raised. “You’re fucking soaked.”

You couldn’t respond, only watch dazedly as he turned his attention back to your dripping pussy. The glaze of his eyes made you shiver, heart beat flying a million miles an hour. He was so focused on your wet little hole- and then all of sudden, he was bending down, offering feather light kisses to your clit. It was all you could do not to jerk and grind against him, the shockwaves of pleasure from his touches addicting in every sense of the word.

Then you felt the stretch- two fingers inserted into your hole caused a stifled groan to leave your throat. Changbin chuckled, the sound vibrating against your pussy, before he pulled them out again. The pace he set was fast and merciless; he pumped into you, curled his fingers exactly the right way, before pulling out again. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat.

And you were a mess because of it.

He knew your best spots. He knew how to work you, exactly when to flick your clit or take it in his mouth. He knew how to please you, how to finger-fuck you like you’d never experienced it before. Soon enough your chest was heaving, sweat glistening on your skin, eyes squeezed shut, head dizzy from the pleasure.

Changbin barely said a word, too focused on his task, until he pulled his fingers out for the last time. You opened your eyes, the ache in your core only heightened by his foreplay. Changbin, however, took his time rubbing his swollen cock, covering it with your arousal before he was over your hips again.

“Look at my baby.” He whispered, hands feeling up your sides. “So fucking needy. You’re practically drooling over my cock.”

You couldn’t even argue against it, so you just lifted your hips to grind against him, sending a very clear message. Changbin’s eyes flashed the moment you did that.

“You want it so bad? Hmm, baby? Fucking take it.”

And what followed was the most intense stretch as Changbin entered you, throbbing cock rubbing against your walls and filling you so well you almost screamed through your next string of moans. Changbin hissed and grunted as he pushed into you, and at last bottomed out. Your thighs trembled and your breaths were coming out erratic, because god, did he feel incredible. Every pulse and small movement of his dick was like electricity.

Changbin glanced at you, making sure you were adjusted before pulling back out. He hesitated only a moment before plunging back in, pulling your hips back to his at the same time. You cried out when he hit your g-spot, head spinning, mind blanking out. Words tumbled from your lips, but you barely heard them. He was going to destroy your sanity, and you held no complaint.

He pumped into you, rolling his hips in just the right way to have you desperately grabbing onto his shoulders, profanities and absolutely pornagraphic sounds echoing across the room. You were really glad for those soundproof walls right now.

Now Changbin was really going at it, huffing and groaning with each heavy pound into your core. He was all but shoving you into the couch cushions; the frustration you’d felt all day seemed to be rubbing off on him. He hissed through his teeth when your core clenched around him tightly, and his head fell forward, hot breaths sending shivers over your skin.

“Shit- you feel so fucking desperate. You’re always so needy for my cock, aren’t you? Just can’t get enough.” He growled into your ear, never ceasing his harsh thrusts into your throbbing core. He roughly grabbed your ass to yank you closer, the tip of his length abusing your g-spot with every following ram of his hips. The sound of skin on skin echoed off the studio walls, sounding so perfectly sinful that with the next snap of Changbin’s hips you let go of a whiny moan. Your eyes fluttered closed as sharp, shocking waves of pleasure destroyed your senses, and the boy responsible chuckled.

“You’re wrapped around my fingers, aren’t you? Dirty slut. My dirty slut.”

“Your- your dirty slut.” You managed- anything to make sure he didn’t stop. And you knew he liked to hear it from your own mouth- the proof was in the soft, muffled groan that spilled from his lips with another forceful thrust.

“So fucking good for me, too. God, you’re so gorgeous-”

He slipped his fingers down to finger your clit, and your hips immediately lifted from the cushions, desperately whining, “O-oh, god-”

He moved further to touch your entrance, feel the pulse of your pussy as it took in his cock with every thrust. He used the angle to press his palm against your clit and skillfully grind his hand against the sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve in your body as you gasped, eyes squeezing tighter shut as you took it all in.

The rolling rhythm of his cock gliding along your walls. The press of his fingers to your entrance. The way his fucking palm drove up against your clit over and over again. Your body quivered under his touch, thighs shaking, the knot in your gut beginning to clench tighter and tighter. All the while Changbin kept his mouth by your ear, kissing up your neck and jawline, sucking slowly on your earlobe and nibbling at your skin.

Soon, it was almost unbearable. You felt like your whole body was on fire, burning white hot. Changbin never slowed, murmuring curses and moaning against your skin. The studio, previously cool, was practically simmering now.

With a particularly sharp thrust you choked out the words, “I- I need to come-”

“Me-me too-” Changbin grunted, squeezing your ass with his free hand. The other never stopped moving against your clit.

His cock was throbbing inside you, and you could feel your high approaching fast. You could barely breathe, but you managed to pant out, “Paint me white.”

Your body tensed at the same time he did, and a stream of heavy moans fell from both your lips as you tipped over the edge. Changbin continued to thrust into you, slower this time to milk both of your releases, before pulling out, dripping with your mixed juices.

He sighed as he lowered himself onto you, and you tiredly smiled, finding his hair with your fingers to thread between. He hummed softly in content, smiling gently back.

“That was fucking amazing.” You murmured, dragging your fingers across Changbin’s scalp, watching him snuggle deeper into your chest.

He started kissing your skin, and you could feel how he smiled while he did it. “And you did so fucking well, love.”

He lifted his head for a second, cocking a brow, and you felt that tingly feeling all over again with the way he was looking at you. Staring at you.

You’d nearly forgotten.

“Ready for more?” He whispered, rubbing your thighs. He was smirking again.

Fucking stamina-

But, of course, you held no complaint.

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Hi! I love your writing so much! My request is just more of Eddie's water exposure therapy! I'd love to see Robin and Steve help and see how things play out. If not, that's totally cool too! Thanks for sharing your writing in the first place!

THANK YOU!!! You know what is super funny is I was working on this when you sent the other request yesterday. I loved exploring more of this post, and I think maybe I could keep doing so if I have time someday. I hope you love it! - Mickala ❤️

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Eddie was committed to getting through this, he was.

It’s just that he hadn’t really thought about how fucking difficult it would be to have to do it with Nancy.

Nancy was strong-willed and badass and if Eddie was ever gonna be interested in women, it would be Nancy fuckin’ Wheeler.

But sometimes, like today, he needed someone soft. Someone who was okay with taking things slow.

She knew something was off the moment she walked in the door, but she didn’t comment on it until he was hovering by the sink in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if I can do it today.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just not a good day.”

“Sometimes those are the days you need to push yourself most.”

“And sometimes I just need a break! We’ve been doing this for five days. I’m tired.”

He was tired. And he was frustrated. He had a setback one day three that he still hadn’t completely recovered from and he barely slept last night and Wayne forgot to save him the leftovers he wanted so it was just a shit day.

“What if I get Robin?”

“I don’t see how that will help.”

“Sometimes a small change can help. She already said she’d do whatever you need.”

“Does she realize I’m naked? I feel like she must not know I’m naked. I don’t even think she’s seen Steve naked, and they practically live up each others’ assholes.”

“Thanks for that image.” Nancy shook her head as if she could shake the image out and forget it was ever there. “So. Robin or me?”

“Robin.”

And despite Eddie being kind of convinced that Robin wouldn’t actually come, she did. And she brought him gummy bears as a reward.

Nancy didn’t give him rewards.

Maybe Robin should be in charge.

Nancy went over things with Robin again, explained that today was a full minute under the water, that he had to be fully submerged except for his head, and that he did have to be naked.

“Well. If I must see a dude’s junk, I guess I’m glad it’s yours.”

“Gee, thanks, Robin,” he said as he stripped.

If he thought too much about it, he’d lock himself in his room and just never shower again.

But Robin turned away as he stripped to give him some semblance of privacy and he was grateful.

Nancy waited in the hall, said she’d be there if they needed her, but would rather keep it to just one of them in the bathroom with Eddie.

Robin turned the water on.

“You like hot or warm?”

“Hot.”

“Good. Give it a minute.”

The water hitting the shower floor was apparently enough to have him losing his shit today. He tensed up and waited with a towel wrapped around him, watching as Robin kept testing the temperature of the water every ten seconds.

Finally, she smiled at him and nodded.

“Do you want me to talk or just count in my head?”

“Usually Nancy just counts out loud.”

“Does that help?”

“It doesn’t not help.”

“Would something else be better?”

“Uh. I guess try talking?”

“You got it.” Robin opened the bathroom door for a moment, said something, then closed the door again.

“Nancy’s got a kitchen timer ready to start when I knock on the door. You ready?”

“No, but I have to be.”

“I got all day.”

It did help to hear that. He knew, logically, no one would rush him, but sometimes he was worried that they’d give up on him if he took too long.

Like, he knew he was already pushing his luck just having them around for his everyday theatrics, so this was just icing on the cake.

But Robin didn’t make him feel like he had to worry about that and that already helped.

It’s not that Nancy rushed him, it’s just that she was a very straight to the point person. In or out. Shit or get off the pot.

Robin was the opposite in a lot of ways.

More of a, we’ll get there when we get there and we’ll stop to look at flowers on the way, kind of person.

She just watched as he stood by the shower, playing with his hair.

He took a deep breath, dropped the towel, and got in.

“Alright, good! You let me know when you’re in the water and I’ll knock and start chatting.”

Eddie could do this. He could.

So he did.

“In.”

He heard Robin knock as he clenched his teeth together and felt the water run down his shoulders and back.

Robin had picked the perfect temperature, not scalding, but hot enough to leave his skin pink. Just like he liked it.

“That’s how Steve likes his baths, which I tell him all the time is why he gets so lightheaded. You’re cooking yourselves. I’m realizing that I might be the emotional support bathing bestie. I sit with Steve when he has baths and now you with the shower. Is this all I’m good for?”

Eddie let out a strangled laugh.

It was helping, but he was still struggling to focus on anything except how stifling the water felt, how the steam building around him was starting to feel too much like fog and the drops were feeling too much like his own blood spattering on his body.

“Time?” He managed to croak out.

“Nance! Time?”

“20 seconds!”

“That’s not bad! Tell me your favorite Metallica song right now.”

He knew the answer. He opened his mouth to do it, but couldn’t say anything.

“Eddie? You okay?”

He tried to speak again, but it was just a whimper.

The water was too much.

He jumped out of the shower, nearly knocking Robin over in his escape.

He was shivering, though his skin was hot to the touch from the water, and Robin was already recovering and wrapping his towel around him.

Nancy was opening the door, worried eyes peeking around the corner.

“Listen to my voice, Eddie. Take in a deep breath. Slowly.”

It was easy to listen to Robin.

She didn’t hesitate to wrap him up in her arms, rubbing her hands up and down his back as he tried to breathe.

Nancy was standing in the doorway, not saying or doing anything, just a silent presence there to assist if needed.

He could feel Robin’s heart beating hard in her chest, so hard it felt like it was trying to jump into his chest.

But he was calming down now.

He pulled away and sat down on the floor, towel still loosely wrapped around him.

Robin shut off the shower, quickly joining him on the floor and waving Nancy away.

“You’re good at this.”

“Well, somebody has to be there for Steve when he’s having a bad day. I’ve gotten plenty of practice.”

“Is he this bad?”

“Oh, on his real bad days, he’s worse. And yes, you absolutely should hold that over him. Maybe then he’ll accept help from someone other than just me.”

He rested his head on her shoulder, smiling when she rested her head on his.

“You should have him come help.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why? Because you have a big stupid crush on him?”

“Why, yes, Robin. That’s exactly why.”

He knew she was rolling her eyes, but he didn’t care.

“You’re both so stupid, it gives me a stomach ache.”

Eddie didn’t think about what she said, just sat in silence as she started playing with his fingers.

“Want me to come back tomorrow?”

“Yeah, please.”

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Robin came back for three days in a row, and Eddie managed to stay under the water until the timer went off every time.

He was scared to think about what would happen if he started to fail again.

But with Robin constantly talking his way through it, he couldn’t worry for long.

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“Eddie.”

Oh no.

Robin’s voice was so scratchy, and dull, and not Robin.

She was sick.

Nancy wasn’t available today or tomorrow.

He couldn’t do this alone.

“It’s okay, Robs. I’ll…call Steve.”

“Good. Sorry again.”

She didn’t sound nearly as sorry as when he first answered the phone, but it wasn’t worth arguing about.

He paced the floor of his room for nearly ten minutes before he gave in and just dialed Steve’s number.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

“Oh, you have one of those homes. Gross.”

“Eds!”

“Hey, Stevie.”

Eddie knew his face was doing that stupid smile he only did for Steve, a combination of fond and content that he’d never been able to give anyone else.

“Everything good?”

“Well, kinda no?”

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, his tone changing from casual excitement to concern.

“You remember what Nancy told you about the uh…exposure therapy?”

“Yeah, how’s that going?”

Eddie sighed. Steve was so fucking nice all the time. It wasn’t fair.

“It’s not terrible. Robin’s helped for a few days. But uh.”

“What is it?”

“Robin’s sick and Nancy’s out of town. I can’t skip a day, especially not when I’ve been on a roll, ya know? So I was wondering if maybe, and you can say no I’ll do it alone if I have to, maybe you’d be willing to come play therapist?”

That wasn’t so hard. It was awkward, certainly, but not too bad.

“I’ll be right over,” Steve said quickly and hung up.

Eddie didn’t mean right this second necessarily, Jesus.

But if Steve wanted to help this badly, then who was he to stop him from rushing over?

And rush he did.

It wasn’t 15 minutes later that Steve was at his door.

“Where’s the fire, man?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind,” Eddie smiled at him. “Do you remember what Nancy said about all this?”

“Yeah. How long are you up to?”

“Minute and a half. Or I have to turn the water on and adjust the temperature myself and do a minute. But I don’t wanna try something new today, so minute and a half it is.”

Steve nodded along, but Eddie swore he looked nervous. Like he was hesitant to even be here. He needed to offer him an out.

“Listen, I can just wait. Skipping a day or two isn’t really gonna make a big difference in the long run.”

“No!” Steve suddenly shouted. “No. I want to help. I want to be here for you.”

“Oh,” Eddie looked down at his feet, hoping it would hide the blush on his cheeks. “Okay then.”

So he led Steve to the bathroom. He set the kitchen timer but didn’t start it yet.

Steve was standing by the shower, shifting his weight between his legs anxiously. He looked more nervous than Eddie even felt.

“Nancy and Robin usually turn the water on and make sure it’s hot for me. Robin said it’s like how you like it?”

“Got it.”

He turned to the faucets, adjusting them for a few seconds and then pulling back as he waited for the water to heat up.

“You can strip, I’ll turn around.”

“Oh. Okay. Sure.”

Eddie knew he sounded ridiculous.

You’ve taken showers before, idiot.

But the difference here was that Steve was about to be here to see him at his weakest, at least emotionally. And he’d be naked.

Going off of how much Nancy and Robin had to see of him, Steve would be getting an eyeful too.

“You okay?”

Eddie shook himself out of his thoughts.

“I’m okay. Sorry.”

He threw his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants before he could overthink it.

Steve had seen most of him when he was helping change his bandages after the bats snacked on him. It wasn’t a big deal.

Steve at least pretended to be paying more attention to the water and floor as he pulled his legs from his pants and slid his boxers off.

“Water’s good. You ready?”

Steve looked at his face, clearly avoiding any chance of seeing anything below the waist.

Probably locker room courtesy or something, though if you asked him, making eye contact was way more intimate than accidentally seeing someone else’s dick.

“Ready.”

Steve moved to the sink as he got in, probably grabbing the kitchen timer to start it the second he got under the water.

It took him a minute, the hot water hitting his toes gently.

But he took a deep breath, turned his back to the stream, and backed into the water.

“I’m in.”

The first part was getting easier to do, he’d admit that. It was easier to stay in the moment while the water first started hitting him, easier to speak for the first 15 or so seconds before he was completely soaked.

But then it was quiet. He couldn’t hear anything except the water beating down on him and the shower floor.

Steve wasn’t saying anything and Eddie didn’t know how to ask him to.

He didn’t want to sound needy, Steve was already giving up time out of his day to be here at all.

How long had it been? Probably not that long.

It felt like years.

The water was the perfect temperature, and that kind of helped him remember this was a shower, not the end of the fucking world.

The end of the world doesn’t care about your comfort.

Steve does though.

But after another ten or so seconds, the buzzing in his ears got louder, he could feel his body shaking as if the water had suddenly turned ice cold, and the thoughts rushing through his head were more memories he wished he could forget.

He still felt the water, but it wasn’t water anymore. It was blood and bats and doctor’s hands trying to just stop the bleeding.

And then he felt actual hands on him, a body against him pushing him so the water was barely touching him.

He took a gasping breath and collapsed against them.

Steve.

He was fully clothed, like he’d panicked and jumped in without thinking about it at all. He had his arms wrapped around Eddie tightly, not leaving an inch of space between them. He was muttering something, but Eddie couldn’t quite hear what it was.

He let himself be held, no longer in panic mode with his human shield protecting him from the water.

“How long?”

Steve was rubbing his back, spreading a new warmth against his skin and helping, always helping.

“One minute.”

Eddie sighed. He didn’t wanna tell Nancy that he failed today.

She wouldn’t make him feel bad intentionally, but she got this look on her face when he didn’t make it to the timer going off like she wasn’t sure he could get through it.

“You wanna get out?”

“Please.”

Steve pulled away so he could shut off the water and Eddie got a good look at him.

He was soaked, his clothes sticking to him uncomfortably, his hair matted down against his head.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I made the choice.”

He did, yeah. But he probably felt obligated to, and that’s not really making a choice, is it?

“Eds, look at me.”

He’d been looking at the floor, kind of hoping it would just swallow him up for good, but managed to pull his head up when Steve asked.

“I’ll always, always, make the choice to help you. Okay?”

Eddie bit back a sob as he nodded, and Steve pulled him against his chest again.

“You have no clue how much I wanna be here for you. When Nancy called, I practically begged to be here, did she tell you that? But she said it wouldn’t be helpful if I jumped in the moment you needed me.”

“Helped now.”

Steve squeezed his arms.

“Yeah. She won’t be happy with me. But you weren’t answering and when I looked in, it’s like you weren’t even here. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Eddie nodded. That lined up with what he’d been feeling, seeing.

“We should get out. You’re shivering.”

Steve guided him out of the shower and wrapped the towel he’d left hanging up around him, rubbing along his arms and back to help get him warmer faster.

Then he was taking off his shirt and removing his belt and Eddie’s brain couldn’t catch up.

“Uh.”

“Sorry, do you have some clothes I can borrow while I put these in the dryer?”

“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

Steve smiled at him like he didn’t just break his brain in half.

He managed to walk to his bedroom, grab a shirt and sweatpants, and walk back to the bathroom with only a single thought running through his mind: he’s wearing my clothes.

“Thanks,” Steve said as Eddie wordlessly handed them over.

And then he realized he forgot boxers.

Steve would be wearing his sweatpants with nothing under them.

He knew the noise he let out was close to a squeak, like a fucking mouse or something, but he couldn’t hold it in. Steve didn’t acknowledge it, hopefully didn’t hear it at all, as he focused on getting his soaked jeans off his body.

Then his boxers came off.

Eddie really did his best not to look. He did. It would be so rude to stare.

It would be even more rude to say something.

So he did both.

“Jesus Christ, Steve. The girls weren’t kidding were they?”

Steve’s face was bright red, but he didn’t look up until he was pulling the sweatpants up his legs.

“I guess that depends what they were saying.”

Eddie was still standing with his towel wrapped around him, eyes wide at everything that had just happened.

“For one, that you’re pretty well-endowed. I thought they just lacked experience. Maybe I’m the one lacking experience. Maybe you’re just huge.”

Steve was smirking at him, the confidence of the king coming back as he listened to Eddie.

“That so?”

“God, yeah. I’m never gonna be able to be with anyone again after seeing that.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Steve was stepping into his space now, still shirtless, still smirking.

“I mean, look at you. How could I ever be satisfied with someone else inside me when I could have that?”

Oh. Wait. No. He wasn’t supposed to be saying this out loud.

Steve’s hands were on his hips, though.

Gripping him tight, like he had no intention of letting him go.

“You want that? With me?”

Well, might as well lay it all out there.

“I want everything with you. Anything you’ll give me.”

“Everything?” Steve was still smirking, that asshole. “So if I wanted to take you out on a date…”

“A date?”

“Yeah. To dinner or something.”

“We can’t go on a date, Steve. We’re two men in bumfuck Indiana. We’d be killed.”

“How about I make you dinner? My place. Tonight?”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not, but hopefully I will be,” he said with a wink.

“Steve. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m like, kind of in love with you, full disclosure, and I’m not sure I can handle one date, a fuck, and then you never wanting to even talk to me again.”

Steve watched as he rambled, running his thumbs along Eddie’s hips like he was trying to keep him calm.

“Full disclosure, I’m kind of in love with you, too. I mean, I did just jump in a shower fully clothed to make sure you weren’t gonna hurt yourself. I’d do it every day if I had to.”

Eddie searched his face for any sign of a lie. Steve was easy to read, or at least he was to Eddie.

But Steve was giving him a fond smile, and moving in closer, and Eddie didn’t see any sign of a lie.

Steve’s hand cupped his jaw. He was looking at him like he was special, and Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it.

And then Steve was kissing him.

He dropped the towel. It was accidental, but he wasn’t going to interrupt any of this to pull it back up.

Steve was an intense kisser. He should’ve known.

He put everything he had into it. He kissed with his whole body, quite literally putting his back into it as he pushed Eddie against the wall.

But Eddie wasn’t doing this in his bathroom. Despite the fact that he was very obviously willing to, he wanted to have the date first.

He pulled away, but stayed in Steve’s arms. He wasn’t quite ready for complete separation.

“You’re making me dinner tonight?”

“I’m making you dinner tonight.”

“And it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

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Steve came every day after that, even on days when Robin or Nancy were already there.

He sometimes waited in the hall as backup, but usually he stayed in the bathroom and talked to Eddie, who’d managed to get up to three whole minutes in only a few weeks.

When he finally made it to five, Nancy handed it all over to Steve.

He started taking showers with Eddie. Washing his body and hair so he could have more positive thoughts.

By the end of the year, he was taking regular showers.

He still had moments where he panicked, of course. He still sometimes had to cut them short because of a specific memory.

He still sometimes went a few days without because he couldn’t build up the courage to get in.

But Steve was there. They all were.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #exposure therapy #requests #its about the HEALING

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livyjh · 1 year

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Eight Days (ch. 2)

Joel Miller x Reader (AFAB reader that uses at least she/her pronouns)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Can be found on ao3 here

Chapter links listed at top of first chapter

Chapter warnings: *rihanna voice* uh oh boner alert, mention of guns, handjob (m receiving), mention of infected (clicker), gun shots, unwanted flirting, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). (Let me know if I missed any)

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You opened your eyes slowly, blinking the sleep out of them as best as you could as you made yourself aware of your surroundings.

Right. That garage in Worcester. Bed. Joel pressed against you.

Joel pressed against you?

Joel. Pressed. Against. You.

You clench your jaw, trying to decide if you needed to move or push him away or what. Whatever would cause the least amount of trouble or embarrassment would be for the best.

He didn’t have his arms around you, but his front was pressed flat against your back. There was something poking your ass and you took a wild guess that it wasn’t his gun.

Jesus Christ. Yesterday you wanted to be nowhere near this man and now he’s hard and you’re feeling things.

You felt blood rush up to your cheeks as you tried to move away from him a little. Your shift must’ve woken him up at least a little because he turned over after that.

You let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t want him catching on to the fact that as much of a grump as he is, he’s enticing. Attractive. Alluring. You had to admit his hard exterior did something to draw you in, make you want to crack him open. Not in an “I can fix him” kind of way. Just a “what’s under there?” way.

Ever since two nights ago when his nightmare woke you, you’ve wondered who Sarah was. Sister? Wife? Child?

Maybe you’d grow the balls to ask before your trip is over. Maybe not.

You were glad you forced Joel to get in the bed with you last night, it actually kept you even warmer than you were for the first few hours of the night.

You looked at your watch. It was already 8am, you were wasting daylight. “Joel.” You say quietly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Joel.” You say a little louder now.

“Hm?” He hums, sleepy.

“We should get going. It’s 8.” You rub your eyes.

“Shit.” He curses, sitting up quickly and facing away from you. He pauses, looks down, then back up. “Be right back.” He mumbles, getting up and entering the house from the garage, making sure he stayed faced away from you.

You laugh to yourself a little at the situation, but you couldn’t blame him. Morning wood was just something that happened sometimes. Hell, if you had a dick you’d get it too. But part of you had to wonder if it was coincidental or because he shared a bed with you last night.

You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts, crawling to the side of the bed and swinging your legs over it. You reached down for your bag, getting a pair of dry socks before stuffing your still slightly damp ones into the plastic bag within your backpack.

You sigh happily as you put on fresh socks. You knew your shoes wouldn’t be completely dry, but at least they weren’t sopping wet anymore.

Joel returned after just a few minutes, no more hard-on, you noticed. You only barely checked, making sure not to look more than a second. You wondered how big-

No. Nope. Not going there right now.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes for a second to try and make yourself act and think normally.

Joel didn’t notice, pulling on socks and his boots, lacing them up before standing. “Let’s head out.”

“We have to see Tom first.” You remind him. “He said he was going to give us supplies.”

He grumbled something under his breath. But then, “Alright.” He sighs, walking to the sliding garage door and lifting it overhead.

You were glad to see that it wasn’t raining today, streets actually starting to dry a little.

You two crossed the street to the house Tom had pointed out as his, Joel banging on the door a couple times.

Soon, the door opens to reveal Tom. “Come on in.” He backs up and opens the door wider.

You and Joel walk in, Tom closing the door behind you two.

“Thank you. For everything. And whatever supplies you’re able to send us with.” You smile at Tom.

“Not a problem. People like us gotta help each other out.” Tom nods and motions to the coffee table.

On it sits two cans of ravioli, two cans of beans, a box of matches, some batteries for your flashlights, and some hand sanitizer. All things that would be useful for you two on your run, or even back in the QZ.

“Grab some breakfast before you leave.” Tom motions in the general direction of the mess hall.

You and Joel kneel down and start packing the stuff from the coffee table. “Say thank you.” You whisper to him.

He shoots you a look, finishing throwing things in his backpack before standing to face Tom. “Thanks again.”

You smile to yourself in victory as you get up and sling your backpack over your shoulder.

“Safe travels.” Tom opens his front door again to let you and Joel out.

“Bye.” You nod as you leave, Joel right behind you.

You two walk to the modified restaurant up the street, going in and quickly eating. This morning was apple cinnamon oatmeal. One of your favorites.

Afterwards, you leave the settlement, going through the front gate and finding your way back to the freeway. There was still a few infected roaming that you had to change your route to sneak around, but you managed.

As you got to the highway, it started getting windy, which meant it felt 10 or more degrees colder than it actually was. The fact that you were moving was good, kept you just warm enough to keep from shivering too much.

You walked a few miles like this, nose running, eyes tingling from the cold, throat dry. The sun started peeking through the clouds around noon, bringing you a little bit of warmth.

Joel stops and goes behind a car to take a piss, leaving you waiting a couple lanes over. When he returns, he puts his hands on his hips, looks at you, and sighs. “Sorry ‘bout this mornin’.”

“What hap… oh.” You can’t believe 1) that he’s bringing it up and 2) he was aware the whole time.

He finally averts his eyes, looking down the highway to avoid your gaze.

“It’s- I mean, it’s fine. No big deal.” You shrug. And it really wasn’t.

“You sure? I don’t want you feelin’ uncomfortable.” Joel says.

Oh now he cares about how you feel. Interesting.

“Didn’t feel like that when you said ‘fuck you’ the other day.” You grin sarcastically.

“Was pissed Tess broke her ankle. We’ll have a lot of hauling back to do ‘tween the two of us.” He explains.

You nod. He was right. Three loads of stuff carried between two people could definitely slow you down. “We’ll figure something out. Can we take just some of it when we get there?”

“Deal’s done. We take it all.” Joel sighs.

“Alright.” You nod.

The two of you start walking again, “So… you don’t hate me?” You ask him, based on the reasoning he gave you for being upset.

He snorts a laugh. “Not yet. You gotta earn that.”

You hum. “Mm. Got it.” You smile over at him and see a hint of a smirk on his face.

You turn your eyes back to the road and keep walking.

Over the next couple hours, you exchange little conversation.

“Where are we staying tonight?” You ask.

“Brimfield if we can make it before dark.” He responds.

You nod and continue on with Joel. You take more bathroom breaks and food breaks along the way, trying to pick up the pace as the day went on. The sun was setting, but you were getting close.

You two take out your flashlights as the sun finally disappears behind the horizon. You were on edge, knowing at dark and entering a city (although small), there was a high chance of running into infected.

Just off the freeway exit was a neighborhood, so you and Joel went down the street checking for unlocked houses. Gladly, the fourth one you checked was open.

You both walk inside, closing the door behind you. You’re surprised when Joel motions for you to follow him rather than stay behind.

You spend a good 5 minutes searching the cold house for anything dangerous, lucky to find nothing but an empty house. You secured doors and windows before sitting down to share a can of beans.

As you swallow a bite, you look to Joel. “There’s a king bed in the master. I say we take that.”

“Um-“ he starts but you cut him off.

“It would be safer to sleep in the same room in case something happens.” You reason with him.

He takes a second to think. “Yeah.”

You sigh. “Listen, we can drop this whole awkward, thinking I’m innocent and naive bullshit.” You raise your brows at him. “If we share a bed we’re not going to burst into flames. You pop a chub? I’m not gonna make a big deal about it. Honestly, it’s kinda flattering.” You say the last sentence before you’re able to stop yourself and you see Joel’s eyes widen by a millimeter. He starts to blush.

You take another bite of beans while keeping eye contact with him, trying to prove you’re not scared of him, not scared to be around him. You hate when people treated you like a kid just because you were in your 20s.

“‘Kay.” He responds, gulping before finishing the can of food.

“Okay.” You nod, glad to have that out of the way.

You get up and walk to the bedroom, feeling Joel’s eyes follow you. You hear his footsteps behind you a couple moments later. He closes and locks the door behind the two of you for extra security.

You decide to take your shoes and socks off, glad they were only damp now. Maybe they’d finish drying overnight, you hoped. You got into the cold bed under the thin quilt, settling in.

Joel takes off his shoes at least before crawling into the bed.

You hate wearing your coat to sleep but it was the only thing keeping you sort of warm at this point. The mattress was cool and taking a long time to warm up, even with your body heat. After five minutes or so, you begin to shiver.

“Cold?” Joel is laying on his back but turns his head towards you.

“You- you think?” You stutter out.

“C’mere.” He lifts his arm to give you space to curl against him.

“It’s f- fine.” You feel yourself blush a little.

“Thought you wanted to drop the whole innocent/naive bullshit?” He taunts.

You roll your eyes and huff a laugh before turning towards him and scooting closer. You rest your head and a hand on his chest, happy to feel his body heat contributing to yours. His arm wraps around your shoulders, other arm moving to pull you in just slightly by the waist. You hold back a gasp.

“Better?” He mumbles.

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

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You open your eyes the next morning, reminded that you were snuggled up with Joel as you do. You look at the window, noticing there was only a little light coming in. Sun must be just rising. You feel semi well rested, so you know you got at least 6 hours.

During the night you’d swung a leg over one of Joel’s and had scooted up the bed a bit. Your head was now tucked under his chin, hand still on his chest.

You used your arm underneath you to prop yourself up and look at Joel, being met with his soft brown eyes.

“Mornin’.” He says with a gravelly voice.

“Hi.” You give him a soft smile, putting weight on your hand and thigh to move off of him.

As you slide your leg up and away you feel it. He groans softly, his eyes closing.

“Again?” You raise a brow, smirking at him a little.

He sighs and shoots daggers at you.

You narrow your eyes just slightly, tilting your head and reaching underneath the comforter. Shit, were you actually doing this?

Your hand brushed over his crotch and he choked back a moan. “I wouldn’t mind helping you.” You lick your lips.

His hand grips your shoulder, he’s considering it.

“Or not-“ you start to pull your hand away when he catches your wrist, bringing your hand back down to the tent in his jeans.

You wrap your hand around his clothed length and give it a stroke, your cheeks warming up at the feel of how big it was.

“Fuck.” Joel lets out a strained word, letting go of your wrist to let you touch him.

You rub him through his pants for a few seconds before undoing the button and zipper. You threw the comforter down past his thighs so you could see what you were handling.

“Pull them down.” You breathe against his neck.

He doesn’t hesitate this time which gives you a boost of confidence. He hooks his thumbs into the waistbands of his boxers and jeans before pushing them down to his thighs.

His large cock is heavy against his hip/lower stomach, the head weeping precum.

“How long you been awake?” You pull back to look at him.

“Maybe twenty minutes.” He admits.

“Poor thing. All hard with nothing to do about it.” You grip his base.

He gasps and bucks up into your hand, grip on your shoulder tightening.

“Shit, Joel.” You bite your lip, stroking your hand up to put pressure on the head of his dick. “If I’d known what you were packing I would’ve said something sooner.” You feel heat pool between your legs.

You look down at your hand touching him, moving up and down slowly but with purpose. He’s already panting, watching your hand too.

You speed up a little and he lets out a strangled whimper, rolling his hips up. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each sound and movement he made.

You paused, bringing your palm close to your mouth to spit a glob of saliva into it. You return your hand to his cock and stroke even faster now, hand slick and sliding easily against him.

“Jesus-“ Joel gasps, his breaths getting whinier with each passing second.

Your forearm was starting to burn but you didn’t mind all that much, continuing your movements.

“Y/n, gonna- fuck.” Joel moans as his cock twitches in your hand.

You stroke him through his orgasm, milking his hardness for what you could. Some cum got on his shirt but you had a feeling he didn’t give a fuck.

You slow to a stop and pull your hand away, reaching for the comforter to wipe your hand on.

Joel was laid back, chest heaving, eyes closed as he finally loosened his grip on your shoulder.

You weren’t sure what to say at this point so you didn’t say anything.

Joel found a way to transition to the next event. “Felt good…” he pauses for a minute as he pulls his pants and boxers back up, zipping and buttoning up. “We should get on the road.” He takes a deep breath.

“Yeah.” You nod and pull out of his arm that was around your shoulders, getting up from the bed.

He was slightly slower, but he followed along and did the same. “Let’s check the kitchen and bathrooms for anything useful.”

“Okay.” You nod and walk into the master bathroom, digging through drawers and cabinets. This place had been picked through pretty well but you did find a few tampons. Better than nothing. Joel ended up finding a good pocket knife but not much else.

So you two left, happy that the freeway was so close to this neighborhood. No city streets to deal with.

Despite this morning, Joel wasn’t really any more talkative than normal. Less grumpy though? Definitely.

Poor guy just needed a handjob to loosen up a little, you think. And while you would’ve enjoyed reciprocation, you knew he was hesitant about crossing certain lines. But that one this morning, he didn’t seem to mind crossing.

After a couple hours of walking, you got into an unlocked car to sit and rest for a few minutes. You attempt to start a conversation with him.

“Where were you from before all this?” You look over at Joel.

“Texas. You?” He looks to you.

“Albany. So, not real far.”

“Ah.”

“What brought you to Boston?” You ask him.

“It’s… a long story.” He sighs.

“I think we’ve probably got time.” You laugh. “Unless you don’t feel like telling it.”

He just shrugs. Alright. Well, it was only day 4. You’d get him to open up some more before the end of this run.

You keep walking after that, making your way into Springfield around 6pm.

“Is that a QZ?” You ask, pointing across the freeway to a walled in part of the city.

“Yup. Fireflies took it last year. So far, things haven’t gone to shit.” He shrugs.

“I’m guessing that’s where we’re headed.”

“Mhm.” He hums.

“Alright.” You ready your gun as you exit off the freeway and into the city.

You peek around corners and tiptoe through the streets. You’re only two blocks away when you hear clicking coming from a nearby building.

Joel grabs your arm and looks around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

“W-“ you start to whisper something when Joel’s hand slaps over your mouth. He shakes his head at you, eyes wide. His free hand comes up to put one finger to his lips, telling you to be silent.

You nod and he removes his hand from your face. You look to your right, the QZ in view. You’re so close.

There’s more clicking, it almost sounds louder now. Your eyes go back to Joel and see something move through the window of the building behind him.

You grab the sleeve of his shirt and point to the window. He spins around silently, lifting his gun and pointing.

He turns his face back to you. “When I shoot. Run.” He mouths the words to you.

You gulp, fearful, but ready to do as he says. So you nod and he turns back toward the building.

A wretched, overgrown fungus of a ‘person’ comes walking out of the building. It’s clicking again. You’ve heard of clickers before but have never had the misfortune of coming across one until now.

Joel cocks his gun, taking a deep but silent breath.

The next few minutes happen in slow motion.

Joel lets off a shot from the gun towards the clicker, you turn heel and run.

You’re sprinting for the QZ walls while Joel pulls the trigger two more times and you finally hear his footsteps running behind you. You look back to see the clicker on the ground, Joel catching up to you.

You know the shots he let off would attract more infected, clickers or not. So you kept running until you reach the walls around the center of the city.

“Wait! Stop!” Someone posted at the top of the gate points her gun at you.

“I’m Joel!” Joel calls out. “Joel Miller. Here for a pickup.” He says in a defensive tone.

“Joel Miller…” she looks down at a pad of paper in her free hand. “Yeah, alright.” She turns to face someone behind the gate that you can’t see. “Open it up!”

The gate slowly slides open, letting you and Joel inside.

The woman previously pointing a gun at you comes down a ladder and reaches a hand out to shake each of yours.

“Mariel.” She smiles. “Welcome to the liberated Springfield QZ.”

“Joel.” He reintroduces himself.

“Y/n.” You give her your name as you shake her hand.

“Well, happy to have you. Looks like you made it just before dark… was that you two firing shots out there?”

Joel nods at her. “Clicker.”

“Shit. Haven’t had one of those this close in awhile.” Mariel raises her brows. “Well, we have the guns ready for you. Three duffels as promised.”

“Any chance we could stay here for the night?” Joel asks her.

She thinks for a second. “Yeah, I can find a room for you two.”

Neither you or Joel corrected her by saying you wanted two rooms. You’re not sure if he wanted that, and you wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with him again. Besides, beggars can’t be choosers, right? One bed was better than no bed.

“Are you hungry? Looks like you could use showers.” She doesn’t mean for it to sound like an insult but she was right. Your hair was greasy, you probably had a thin layer of dust/dirt on you from walking all day.

“That’d be great.” Joel nods.

“Thank you so much.” You smile at Mariel.

She takes you a couple streets away to the food bank, letting you take a few things. She then leads you to an apartment building. There are a couple residents smoking outside.

“203 still vacant?” She asks the people.

“As far as I know.” One man shrugs at her.

She nods as a thanks and motions for you and Joel to follow her inside and up to the second floor. She opens the door of the apartment marked as 203 and walks in.

“I’ll have Jeremy bring the duffels here before 10 tonight.” Mariel says as she looks around the small studio apartment.

“There’s running water, so feel free to take showers, use the toilet, etcetera.” She says. “Anything else you need?” She looks at you and Joel.

Joel just shakes his head.

“No, thank you.” You say for the both of you.

“Alright. Well, I’ll be at the gate until 7 tomorrow morning. Say goodbye before you leave.” She smiles.

You and Joel nod as she waves a goodbye and leaves the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

“Dibs on first shower.” You smirk at Joel.

He sighs. “Fine.”

You really take in the apartment as you grab your things and find the bathroom. There was a bed centered under a window in the living room, a dated TV pointed at it. But you doubt it worked. Looks like it hasn’t been touched in years.

The kitchen was decent sized, the bathroom had an actual bath, a decent sink with a counter. You set your backpack on it and dug through for clean underwear. You’d just wear the same bra and clothes as you were now. You only had three outfits on you. This was the second one. So you’d have to stretch it a couple days before getting on to your third.

Part of you wanted to take an actual bath, but you knew Joel was waiting on you. Plus, you felt too dirty for that anyways. You’d be sitting in your own filth. What you really needed was a strong rinse that only a proper shower could give you.

There was a bar of soap in the shower that looked homemade and you praised god for it. You turned on the water and undressed before stepping in once the water had turned warm enough.

You smiled as you rinsed off the last few days of rain, dirt, and sweat. You let the hot water run through your hair and down your body, making you nice and warm after a long day walking in the cold.

You soap up your hair and body before rinsing off, letting yourself enjoy the hot water an extra minute or two. You turned off the water and stepped out, drying off and getting dressed once again.

You gathered your things and walked out of the bathroom, running a hand through your hair to push it out of your face.

When you walked out, Joel was laid down on his back on the bed, arms crossed over his chest. But he soon got up and grabbed his backpack.

“You done?” He asks as he walks towards you and the bathroom.

“Yep.” You nod and he goes into the bathroom and closes the door.

You finger comb your hair for a few minutes before sitting on the bed and taking a few deep breaths.

You checked your watch as you put it back on. It was nearing 8pm already. You had to wait until the guns were delivered before you could really go to sleep. You didn’t want them left in the hall or taken back.

After a few minutes you hear the shower turn off. Another couple minutes pass before Joel emerges with his bag, putting it down on the kitchen table before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you.

“Hope Jeremy gets here soon.” Joel says, rubbing his eyes. “Tired as shit.”

“I can stay up if you want to sleep.” You offer.

“S’fine.” Joel says.

You sigh softly. “Alright, if you insist.” You shrug.

You wait only a few minutes before there’s a knock on the door.

Joel gets up and answers it to three men. Each carrying a duffel of firearms. “Come on in.” He welcomes them.

They enter the apartment and set all the guns down at the edge of the living room.

You get up with a smile and greet them. “Hey, thanks.” You didn’t know much about the deal that was made, but you figured being friendly couldn’t hurt.

“Well, aren’t you pretty?” One man smirks at you, looking you over. You cross your arms over your chest self-consciously.

Joel moves to step in front of you and you’re not sure why, but his sudden need to protect you made you fucking wet.

“Thanks, Jeremy. Have a good night.” He grits, shakes the man’s hand, then scowls at the other one who was looking at you.

The three men quickly exit, door closing as they do. Joel turns around, looking down at you, his body so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. “I could probably still catch up to ‘em and give him the what for.” He points his thumb back at the door.

You laugh, biting your lip as you feel a blush creep up your chest and cheeks. “No, we don’t want to make any trouble.” You say, placing a hand on his arm.

“Fuckin’ creep.” Joel says about the man.

You look up at him through your lashes, gulping. God, he was right there. Just right in front of you. You bring your arm up to his bicep, then over his shoulder and down to his chest. Your other hand also lands there as you step into him, tilting your chin up.

He leans down and captures your lips with his, making you whine softly into his mouth. His tongue is already on your bottom lip and you part your lips for him, letting his tongue inside. He swirls it around yours for a moment before kissing you again.

You pull back and take hold of his shirt, walking backward and bringing him with you to the bed.

You sat down when your legs hit the mattress, scooting back and pulling him towards you. He crawls onto the bed between your legs, supporting himself over you as you kiss each other roughly.

“Been meanin’ to thank you for this morning.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Mm, yeah?” You hum.

“Mhm.” He responds, mouth planting kisses along your jaw and down your neck as he hooks his fingers into your panties and pants, making you gasp at the sudden touch to your hips.

“Y’can tell me to stop.” He pauses.

“I know.” You breathe.

He continues, pulling your pants and underwear down, exposing your swollen, wet heat. He pulls them completely off of you before tossing them behind him. He rucks your shirt up, calloused hands feeling over your waist and hips, making you shiver at the almost ticklish feeling.

“Joel…” you sigh with pleasure.

He reaches down and presses his thumb against your clit as he attaches his mouth to your neck. He sucks a hickey into place.

“Fuck-“ you whimper, spreading your legs and tilting your head back, giving him more access to all of you.

“Tell me what you need, darlin’.” He purrs against your collarbone.

“Anything. Everything.” You blurt out, rolling your hips up against his thumb.

He laughs evilly as he crawls backward, lowering himself onto his elbows between your legs. Jesus Christ, he was going to eat you out.

His fingers ghosted over your inner thighs, making you quiver and clench around nothing. He leaned in and kissed your vulva, then your clit, then your entrance. He licked up between your folds roughly, circling his tongue around your clit a few times.

“Knew you’d taste sweet.” He brags, thumbs rubbing up over your labia before spreading you open and blowing hot air against you.

Your toes curl at the feeling and you reach down and put your fingers through his salt and pepper waves, tugging gently at first.

When he pushes his tongue into you, your grip tightens and he moans, the vibrations making you squeeze around his tongue. His tongue licks up between your lips once more before he starts sucking your clit.

You moan rather loudly, pushing his face against your pussy. You feel his nose press into your vulva as he starts pushing a finger into you.

“Yes, oh god.” You gasp and grind up against him.

He’s thrusting his thick finger in and out of you, sucking hard on your clit, holding your thigh with his free hand to keep you spread open.

“Joel, Jesus fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You groan the words quickly to warn him.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t say anything, just keeps sucking as he pushes a second finger into you. And that’s what makes you lose it.

“Yes-! Oh, Joel-“ you gasp his name, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.

He lets your clit out of his mouth after a few moments but keeps fingering you as your cunt pulses around him. Once the contractions around his fingers stop, he pulls them out and sucks on them, making eye contact with you. You whimper, unable to help it.

Once he’s done tasting you, he crawls up the bed to kiss you once more. You taste yourself on his tongue and smile into the kiss.

“Now we’re even.” He hums against your lips.

You sigh happily as he lays down next to you. You both get under the covers and he pulls you in by the waist, his chest pressed to your back now. This is how you eventually fall asleep.

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yongbokkk · 1 year

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pairings: lee know x m!reader

genre: diary fic(minho's pov!!), enemies to lovers(?), high school au

a/n; i kinda hate this idk bout u

entry 1

there was a new student today, his name is y/n.

i already dislike him, he looks like he could annoy the shit out of me.

other than hearing his irritating voice, today was pretty much the usual

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entry 2

it's like life decided to give up on me, instead of the opposite.

looks like my friends befriended the new student behind my back, and only now they inform me.

i wanted to wipe the grin off of his face so bad, what's he gotta smile for?

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entry 3

i passed an exam, feeling good.

then all of a sudden y/n offers me to lunch, which i declined of course.

he had this joyful look on his face before i rejected him, it turned sad after i did.

i kind of felt bad i felt victory from finally wiping the smile off his face. anyways, dori is playing with my face, i got to go

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entry 4

he's been stuck to me like a cat needing it's owner, it's so annoying. even if i try to avoid him, he keeps coming back.

i ranted to my friend, he said i should give y/n a chance, hell to the no. he also said i've been being mean to him for no reason, also bullshit.

oh yes, there's definitely a reason to why i hate him. he's just so im too lazy to think, so goodnight.

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entry 5

i can't get the look on his face off my mind, no matter how hard i try to distract myself. i shouldn't have shouted at him like that, maybe i was being too harsh. it's his fault for being so annoying, he just had to keep pestering me everyday.

anyways, i have to go do my homework and sleep, im early tomorrow.

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entry 6

i couldn't find him all day, there wasn't any sign of him, it felt unusual. where was he?

was it because of yesterday? have i upset him by raising my voice like that?

i have an upcoming exam, i shouldn't overthink the situation. goodbye.

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entry 7

jisung really wanted to get in my nerves and decided to throw a water balloon at me, i got him back though.

y/n, he still hasn't shown up to class. is he really going to miss out on all the lessons like that.

im not worried, i have no business with that idiot. goodnight.

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entry 8

i don't know what else to write for this day other than y/n being back.

he looked down, he didn't even talk to my friends or even anyone in school. he seemed like he didn't have the energy to do anything, he barely passed through class.

i'm starting to think back on what i did to him, it keeps me awake at night.

i'll try to sleep now, goodnight.

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entry 9

i don't know what came over me, but i decided to buy him his favorite drink. i just felt bad, he looked pretty lonely these days. sure he had his friends sitting with him, but he barely joined a conversation and just kept eating.

i still hate him, he shouldn't have high hopes that i'll be nice to him after this. goodnight.

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entry 10

me and felix got into an argument, but we worked it out so it's all good in the end.

for the past days, y/n's starting to get better, he doesn't look as miserable as before. there's a part of me that's glad, but then again, why should i care? i hate his guts, he's not important to me.

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entry 11

felix's brownies are the best, he knows when and how to make them like a professional baker. we sat and ate, talking about things to feel the mood. then the topic was about y/n.

apparently, the reason why y/n was sad wasn't just because of me, he was also stood up on a supposed date. how can anyone ditch an angel like him? who ever y/n's date was, i'll serve a punch to his face. goodnight

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entry 12

today was.. eventful. i figured out who stood up y/n, how could he fall for such playboy looking asshole. honestly, i'm more attractive.

i saw him today, and let's say, i gave him a piece of my mind. no there wasn't any violence, i just hit him in the face. it was light, i don't see why i made mark. it felt good, though.

i ate ice cream and played with my cats, now im off to bed. goodnight

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entry 13

theres something wrong with me, i'll start off to where i just brang myself to sit next to y/n at lunch, then i helped him with his books because he was clumsy enough to trip and fall, all of a sudden i had this light feeling in my chest as i was speaking to him. i'm supposed to hate him, aren't i? he's always annoying me.

do i hate him?

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entry 14

hi hi, its been like a month. you're probably wondering why the long absence. well, to my last entry, i took the time to figure out what i was feeling. and when i did, i couldn't believe myself.

as it was the end of school, students were free to go wherever they want outside the building.

minho wanted to walk home, but something was pulling his heart back from the gate.

it was telling him to wait for a certain someone, they were a bit late for exit today.

you, with your bag, finally walked out of the school building. minho's eyes had caught you as soon as you appeared on the corner of his eyes.

your h/c hair was still what you can call perfect, despite what the horrible school air can do.

minho panicked, not knowing what to do. it would be a month till the two of you saw each other again, and he wouldn't be able to wait any longer.

he shouted, "y/n!" making the called person stop his tracks, turning to face minho.

with a few stutters, minho said what he wanted to say, so that his heart and mind can finally rest, he had finally asked you out.

your face were mixed of emotions, one with shock and joy. you nodded enthusiatically, agreeing to go on a date with him.

all this time, i was too focused on being in denial to realize i fell inlove with him.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #skz x reader #kpop x male reader #lee know #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know x reader #lee know x male reader

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smittenbyvillains · 8 months

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DAY 6 - Professor Assistant (SEVERUS AND LUCIUS)

/I'm so sorry I missed a day, I believe I have covid so it destroyed me yesterday ;(

@slytherinslut0

Warnings: smut, pure smut

You didn't think this was how today would turn out and you were glad it did. You couldn't help to want more and more. You were going to get what you wanted.

Severus groaned as he runted in you like a wild beast. He had you pushed down on your back and legs spread wide open as he had lifted up your skirt. You let out sounds of pleasure as he always found a new angle.

"Oh~ Professor~!" You cried out as he hit your g spot. He smirked. He moved a hand to your throat and gently squeezed as he kept you down on the desk. He slammed his hips back into you over and over calling you to quake under him.

Your hair was all messy and your mouth wide open as he fucked you.

You never heard the door open and were surprised when someone walked in and chuckled.

"My my you must be quite busy Severus..." He said. You had wide eyes as you heard someone speak. Severus didn't stop though and kept you down.

"Yes, I am. I am treating my assistant how she deserves." He spoke calmly. Lucius walked closer. your body responded to being watched and stared at causing you to moan. "My poor assistant needs some help from her superior... although I think she needs some more. Don't you think Lucius?" He asked the man. You had wide eyes at the suggestion.

"Seems so..." He trailed off.

"What do you say slut? Want him as well? Want to be stuffed?" Severus asked you and you nodded quickly. "Words."

"m-mh yes sir!" you moaned. Lucius dressed his bottom half and smirked.

"So obedient.. how did you get so lucky, Severus." Lucius hummed.

Severus still fucking you hard. Severus suddenly pulled away causing you to whine. "Aww, enjoying this too much?" Lucius teased.

"Y/N, go on help our guest out," Severus demanded. You quickly got off the seat and kneeled in front of Lucius. You carefully stroked his dick before licking the tip. You slowly took more into your mouth before you just bopped up and down and sucked him off.

Lucius groaned at the sight and feeling. He thrusted into your mouth and gripped your hair pulled you up more. You moaned. Soon he came in your mouth and motioned for you to stand up. You stood up and faced Severus. Severus was pleased. You had some drool and eyes teary.

"Now, shall we fuck you both and leave you quaking under our touch and wanting more and more," Severus said slowly making his way over.

"I think so," Lucius said. They kept that promise. By the morning you could barely walk and woke up between the two males. You didn't regret a thing.

#x reader #harry potter #lucius malfoy #lucius imagines #lucius x reader #lucius smut #severus x y/n #severus x reader #severus smut #severus snape #severus x reader x lucius

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keii-starz · 1 month

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The Waves of the Eternal Sea

PROLOGUE: "A REFUGE"

author's note: so sorry to the people who wanted to read Tourmaline's story, and never got to!!! Instead, I gift you the prologue of a new story of mine to make up for it! It's set in fukuoka, japan!

divider by: @/saradika

Slowly losing my breath, I could barely feel like I had the strength and energy to run anymore. I wanted to run away so badly. I so desperately want to just abandon everything and just run away from this situation. School, poverty…barely being able to feed myself…having to put up with everything my mother says to me and every time she has a whole childish tantrum, sometimes for a reason I’m not even sure of. I’m just a kid! What is a twelve-year old like me supposed to do in this wretched situation?!

Though…at this very moment, as I stop to catch a breath and calm down, I realize I’m at the beach I’ve always loved visiting as a kid. A tear trickles down my face, as I recall all the happy memories I’ve had at this place. Somehow, just looking at the sea seems to calm me down instantly. Slowly, I sat down on the cool sand and wiped my tears, quietly enjoying the view of the sea.

Just moments later, I hear steps quickly rushing behind me, steps which sound like that of a small child. Then, that very child bumped into me.

“--Ah! Oh…I’m so sorry! I didn’t think anyone would be here at this time of the night..”

It was a boy..he looked of a similar age as me…or maybe as tall as the other kids at school would look. I could tell he must have been running away from something, too. Or maybe running from someone. He had a pretty appearance, but his eyes were red, and you could see how wet his face must have been from tears. It was obvious he was crying. It was a sad sight to see.

Looking up at the boy, I calmly said, “It’s fine. It’s not like I own this place anyway. I don’t mind. You’re here for the sea, right? If you want, you can just sit next to me and enjoy the view.”

At least, from my perspective, I seemed calm. The boy probably thought so, too. Without a word, he sat down next to me and started to stare at the sea longingly. It was a strange look on his face, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I had the exact same expression on my face, too. Maybe it was a few hours or so that had passed by, but it had been a long time since we started, and that was when the boy started a bit of conversation before he left.

“...How old are you? You’re smaller than me so you’re younger than me, right? Or you could be the same age as me, maybe. Sometimes people don’t look the age they are. Oh! Speaking of, what’s your name? I'm Shiro Aikawa!”

Shiro seems to be a pretty talkative boy..bright and positive, too. I do wonder what could have happened to him before coming here, but I’m sure it’s not my business to ask. I hesitated a bit before speaking, and looked up at the night sky for a bit, then looked back at him.

“M-my name is Emi..Shimizu, I’m…twelve.” Looks like my nerves are worked up again. Maybe I’m just not that used to speaking with other people yet. I was doing pretty good earlier.

Shiro’s eyes lit up. “Twelve! Woah! Hehe, we’re the same age! I actually just turned twelve today! Or yesterday? I’m not expecting a happy birthday or anything though, it’d probably have ended by now, after all. Plus, I think the sun is rising…”

“I-I see. Happy birthday. E-even though it’s over, I do hope you had a great one. I’m glad you got to see the sun rise, at least” I smiled at Shiro as I wished him a happy birthday.

He scratched his head a bit and chuckled. “Haha…well it wasn’t the best, but probably better than the other ones I’ve had so far. Still horrible, though. But seeing this pretty view and getting to talk to you made it better. I should probably get going now..It was nice to meet you.”

I nodded to him as I saw him slowly disappearing into the distance. I think…I may not be as alone, for now. I hope we’ll see each other again.

Eventually, we would get to see each other often, both upset with their lives, we ran to the sea. Sometimes, we would talk about our troubles, but not all the time. Other times, we would just leave each other alone and bask in each other and the sea’s company. The fish looked so peaceful swimming down there. Perhaps I could dare to even say there might be hope lingering by for the both of us in the future. All I knew, was that the sea…became our refuge.

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chifuyudck · 8 months

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mc being afraid of spiders.

lucifer x gn!reader. sfw, fluff.

summary: for a school project mc needs to take care of a spider, but this doesn’t go as they planned.

warnings: detailed description of a spider

a/n: sorry if i make any grammar mistakes! english isn't my first language. also, requests are open!

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it was another boring day at RAD, the only reason it could be slightly better was when you were together with solomon in class, although most teachers and definitely lucifer disagrees with this. at first lucifer was glad you and solomon were bonding, but now he wants to keep you two away from each other since you always cause mischief together, such as getting kicked out from every other class because you keep disturbing your classmates.

today was going better than yesterday, neither one of you had gotten kicked out of class yet. maybe it was because all your classmates were busy talking to each other, before your teacher interrupts. “today you will take care of a pet, and at the end of the week i want a whole essay written out on how you took care of your pet, what foods you fed them and why, how much they’ve slept, and if they’ve had a change in their behaviour.”

“i just know i’m going to be better at taking care of the pet than you.” solomon whispers teasingly in your ear. “oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, start off with practicing how to cook decent meals before you take care of a pet.” you whisper back, solomon squints his eyes at you, “alright this is a competition now, mc.” he whisper-shouts back. “bet.” you whisper with a grin.

suddenly your cocky behaviour changes when you see atleast 20 tarantulas in different boxes on the teacher’s desk. your breath hitches as you see the first few students take the bare spiders on their hands. “you coming or what?” solomon says as he already stands in front of your desk, you stand up and follow him.

as you’re standing in front of the teacher’s desk you can see the spiders very detailed. up close they’re even more terrifying, the way they’re crawling around, with eight hairy legs and eight reflective eyes. just looking at them makes you shiver and your hands sweaty.

solomon already took his spider and is currently walking back to his own desk, while you’re still deciding on what to do. “well, mc, still picking which one to take home with you?” the teacher says with a sarcastic and annoyed undertone. “sir? can i-.. umm, not do this project?” you ask nervously, the teacher starts laughing, thinking you’re joking but quickly realises you’re not.

“stupid mc, just take one or you can leave this classroom right now and pay a nice visit to lucifer.” the teacher says while shaking their head disbelief. you let out an annoyed sigh as you make your way out of the classroom, not failing to see solomon staring at you with a grin.

you walk towards the school council room as you figured lucifer would be there since you couldn’t find him anywhere. you knock softly on the door two times before opening it, and just as you assumed, lucifer was sitting there with a frown on his face, seeing you, once again, getting kicked out of class.

“hi, luci.” you say with a soft smile as you sit down in one of the chairs. “no solomon this time?” he says, obviously annoyed, you shrug as you lay your head on the table in annoyance, when you finally tried to keep up with the class, your stupid teacher comes up with the idea of taking care of those stupid tarantulas.

“it’s not sleeping time, mc. sit up straight, and tell me the reason why you’re here.” lucifer says with a firm tone, you do what he says with a loud exaggerated sigh, which lucifer ignores as his red crimson eyes gaze intensely at you. “we had to take care of tarantulas in class, and i basically got kicked out because i refused to take part in that. but i’m just scared of spiders.. that’s all.” you say as you glance over at lucifer’s facial features, he doesn’t show any particular emotion, so it’s hard to read him.

“hm, i see.” he says with a soft tone, “you must be really scared of spiders if you rather have a bad grade than taking care of it.” you nod as he tells you his assumption. “yeah.. i just don’t like the way they look and how they crawl around..” you mumble and visibly shiver from just thinking about them.

he places his hand on yours to reassure you, “don’t worry, mc, i’ll make sure you won’t have to take care of any sort of spider.” he says with a soft, soothing voice. you nod as a blush creeps on your cheeks, it was obvious that lucifer had a soft spot for you.

“so what kind of pet do you want to take care of? a snake? a rat? a mouse?” he asks you, and you shake your head. “you’re scared of those too?” he asks you and you nod. “can’t it be something like a hedgehog or a cat?” you ask him and he sighs.

“i’ll talk about it with your teacher, alright?” he says and you nod with a worried expression on your face. taking care of a snake? a rat? a mouse? those were just as bad as spiders.

your worried expression doesn’t go unnoticed by lucifer, he cups your cheek to reassure you everything will be fine. “stop worrying about it, mc, even if it’s a snake we’ll take care of it together.” he says with a soft smile. you nod as your expression changes after he reassured you. “thank you, luci, i appreciate it.” you say, he smiles and places a soft kiss on your forehead which has blood pooling in your cheeks.

“go to your next class now, before you get kicked out for being late.” he says, you nod and leave the council room, waving at lucifer while walking off with a smile. oh how you loved that man.

#obey me #obey me x mc #lucifer #lucifer x mc #gender neutral y/n #arachnophobia #fluff #obey me fluff

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writer-zie · 9 months

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Once More.

GENRE: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Pairing: Ji Cheong-Sin x fem!Reader

Summary: You were Cheong-Sin's girlfriend before the accident. As you sink into despair, a knock on the door pulls you from death's arms.

WARNINGS: Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Suicide, Self-Neglect, Grief, Suggestive content at the end.

A/N: The amount of Cheong-Sin content in this fandom is like almost zero, so I decided to be the change I want to see in the world and wrote it. Hope you enjoy!

No use of Y/N or L/N, I replaced it with Yeong-Nae(the initials are Y-N) and Lee-Nam(initials are L-N)

Also Cheong-Sin calls you Nae Sarang and Naekkeo meaning "My love" and "mine/my sweetheart".

WORD COUNT: 1,683

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When Cheong-Sin disappeared, you fell apart. You had no idea what could've happened to him. First, his cruel adopted father died, which you could be somewhat glad about. He treated him like he was trash, disposable, nothing more than an asset. So, when he died, you expected him to be sunny, cheerful, or at least less serious, but no. He was happy, but not in the "I'm free from my oppressor" way.

He was happy in the "I've just killed someone" way. Even his eyes didn't seem right. When he'd cup your face in his hands, and look into your eyes, something was off.

You swore you'd seen a flash of red there at some point. When he had pulled away from kissing your neck, you could've sworn his pupils had stretched out, like a snake's.

However, over the next few days, that stopped, and he had gone back to normal. No scary moments. He did seem slightly more...intense than usual though.

But then the murders started. Brutal ones, silent ones, unimportant and important people were dying all around. You urged him to stay home, for fear he'd fall victim to this violent killer. He didn't.

You got more and more worried, as more and more murders happened, and suddenly, he disappeared. Gone. No trace.

His phone went to voicemail, and he had no other friends she could ask of his location.

Things only got worse after that. You thought he had been murdered, but when he was pronounced as the murderer? No. Not your Cheong-Sin. Not him.

You didn't leave your apartment for days. You barely left your bed. Surely there had to be some mistake? A mix-up? You couldn't have been living with a— dating, a murderer this whole time? There had to be a mix-up. But you couldn't just go to the police and ask. They'd take you in as a suspect, and you'd be on the news, publicized, possibly used as leverage against him. You couldn't have that.

As you were just beginning to make yourself believe that it had all been a mix-up, the news said he was dead.

No. No. Nonononono.

No.

A noise complaint fell through your letterbox because of how loud you screamed. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. The news even called him "Violent serial killer Ji Cheong-Sin"

He couldn't be dead. Was he killed in revenge for murders you knew he didn't commit?

It was only yesterday that the news was shared. Today was the first time you had left your room in 2 weeks. People saw you, saw the state of your face and hair, the dead look in your eyes.

"What happened, Yeong-Nae? Are you alright? You look ill." they'd say. And they were right, you did look ill. Cheeks sunken, eyes red, face pallid, and you'd lost a few pounds, so your clothes were ill-fitting, hanging loose on your grief-influenced frame.

It would be the last time they saw you out of the apartment, too. Because the only thing you'd gone out for was to buy two things.

Rope, and a ceiling bar.

You held them in an opaque bag, lest anyone try to stop you. Tears spilled from your eyes as you fixed the bar to the ceiling, not caring what your upstairs neighbours thought. They had begun to subside as you tied the rope around the bar. However, before you took the plunge, you had one more thing to do.

You ripped a piece of paper out of a nearby notepad and begun to write.

"Suicide Note.

Hello, all. I'm writing this because on the 27th of August, at 16:50-something, I am committing suicide. All my money goes to charity, my belongings too, except my diaries, pictures, and cards, those should be buried with me. I have no surviving relatives, so don't bother looking for them.

Also, Cheong-Sin didn't do it. He would never, ever do such a thing. You're wrong, I'm sure of it.

Goodbye,

Lee-Nam Yeong-Nae."

There. It was done. You sellotaped the note to the back of your shirt.

You pulled the stool you'd been sitting on out from the table, and positioned it under the noose. You took one more look at your meagre apartment, one more look out of the window as you slipped your head through the loop, but just as you were about to kick the stool out from under you-

Knock knock.

Who could be at the door at such an inconvenient time? Reluctantly, you removed your head, stepped off the stool, and looked through the peephole. The person was just out of view. All she could make out was the edge of a black hoodie, and the corner of a jawline. Didn't look official, and even if they were, you wouldn't be letting them in.

"What do you-" you started, opening the door just a crack. But that was enough to see it.

Your heart dropped, then shot up into your throat, rendering you unable to speak. Your knees felt light, and your lungs suddenly stopped breathing. You felt like you wanted to faint, to throw up, to cry, to scream-

But all you got out was a single word.

"Ch-Cheong-Sin?" you half-whispered.

"Yes, nae sarang?" he replied. You reached out to touch him, making sure he wasn't a ghost, or some suicidal hallucination. Your frail hand crept up his chest, up his neck, trailed across his face, and under the hat he was wearing, searching for the thing that would confirm who he was beyond a doubt.

The scar.

And the scar is what she felt under her fingers, on the edge of his hairline, trailing back in a jagged line.

"Cheong-Sin..." you murmured, launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around him as a dark patch began to grow on his shirt, your tears blossoming like a flower. His arms wrapped around you too, squeezing you like he'd never let you go. His eyes didnt catch the state of the room, not even the dirt on the surface, the dust in the corners, rubbish all around, no.

The only thing he could focus on besides you was the noose hanging from the ceiling.

You were going to...kill yourself?

And then he realised. It was him.

The news had probably devastated you. First, he'd disappeared, then the murders started, and then he was pronounced as the murderer. And finally, just yesterday, he had been pronounced dead.

"Look at her. She was going to kill herself already. Why not just kill her and get it over with?" whispered the spirit, as Cheong-Sin's eyes were swallowed by blackness.

"No. Not this one.” he replied, quenching the bloodthirst before it had a chance to flare up.

"...Fine.”

He sighed in relief.

"I missed you." he said out loud, burying his face in her hair. His hands brushed the paper on your back as you two embraced, and he pulled away slightly, removing it.

He briefly scanned it, and almost choked up at the last part.

So certain, even in the face of death. But it pained him to tell you you were wrong. He couldn't do it. He'd let you live a fantasy, as long as you were happy.

"I'm so, so sorry, nae sarang. | didn't tell you anything. You must have been so worried about me, hm?"

"M-ah-Mhm! sniff I-I did! Where...where did you g-hiccup-go?" you choked, chest racking with sobs.

"I, um, had something to take care of. Don't worry." he replied, stroking your hair.

"The n-news...the news-hic-said you were the m-murderer, and...and that you...you died yesterday, a-and—"

"Don't stress, nae sarang, I'm here now. You didn't believe all that nonsense, right?" he responded, pulling your head off his chest, wiping your tears away with a soft knuckle.

"Mm mm. I know you wouldn't do that." you murmured, sobs retreating.

"Good. You know I love you, right?"

You started crying again. No words came out, just frantic nods and a stream of tears.

The door to your apartment was still open, and people could probably hear you crying from outside, so, Cheong-Sin's hands crept under your thighs, lifting them up with minimal effort, and around his waist, pinning you to him. He stepped forward into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.

"Come on, let's just kill her now! She's helpless! We can smell her soul from he—"

"No. I said no. If you hurt this one, I'll—"

"I? You? We're one, Cheong-Sin. Anything you do to me, you do to you."

"Okay then, if we hurt this one, you lose your host."

"But that's not possible! You'd have to kill yourself!"

"Exactly."

"Tch. Fine. Enjoy your little emotion-fest."

"Ch-Cheong-Sin? What are you whispering about?" you asked, arms around his neck.

"Nothing, nae sarang. Let me make it up to you." he replied, stepping forward. You felt your back against the wall as he pressed you into a corner.

"Make it up to me? How—!~" you started, being cut off by his lips on yours. His hand slipped out from under your thigh and to the back of your head, anchoring his fingers in your hair as he pressed your head forward. You fully melted into his embrace, stomach settling as you placed both your pale hands on his face, every second you had missed his touch coming out in the moment of passion.

Deep groans came from his throat as his tongue slipped past your lips, tracing your teeth like he never wanted to forget their pattern. As his hips pressed against yours, you felt a heat growing in your abdomen. You let out soft whimpers as he took your top lip between his teeth and bit down softly. He pulled away slightly, eyes still locked onto yours, hungry with desire. He pulled away slightly, eyes still locked onto yours, hungry with desire.

"Don't stop." you whispered, breathlessly.

"With pleasure, naekkeo."

Within a few seconds, he had swiped you away from the wall, and your back was met with the soft cushion of your mattress.

Oh how you'd missed him.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months

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A/N = I'm on a big Toji thing right now. This one actually turned out how I wanted it to. Yay me. =|.

PLEASE READ BELOW FOR TW:

C/W = F!Reader = Degradation // Praise (backhanded compliments) Toji's toy, not given: direct consent for any of what happens except for 1 person and even that was iffy. Reader is broken, hopeless, sad, stuck in the world Toji has pulled her into. Toji takes and gives what he wants. When he wants. It's NOT non-con, but it's not like "oh yes make love to me you sweet sweet man" either. Far from that. F!Reader gets used by Toji, passed around, I'm still learning all the terminology for this stuff. So, I'm at a little bit of a loss as to what to put here. If you have any suggestions, message me and I'll adjust as needed.

WC = 2263

WHAT GOES AROUND

Toji held you up over the kitchen counter as he fucked you from behind. His massive chest nearly swallowed your back as he ground into you. You were wrapped backwards around him like some carved beauty on the front of a ship.

He was fucking you so hard your head was hitting the black cabinets in ... you didn't know whose house you were in. One of his friends probably.

"Not havin' a good time, pretty? C'mon, let's hear you whinin' and beggin' for my cum. Y'know, the way I showed you how I like to hear it. That's it, that's a good girl, my good slut."

His good slut.

"Turn around now, I wanna see your tits jiggle."

You were trying to work around, but your legs were shaking so hard you could barely hold yourself up.

Toji took notice, but he didn't offer to help. He just continued to fuck into his hand, exhaling more and more impatiently the colder his dick got.

It was a rare day when you didn't do what Toji told you to do. You weren't afraid of him, per se. But anything you could do that would help avoid pissing him off was always in your best interest.

Finally able to maneuver yourself around, he moans loudly at the shift in the position of your body.

"Oh - oh- ffffuckk, th- I don't know why you're always calling yourself stupid. You're the smartest l'il thing I know right now."

'Right now.'

"Ya feelin' good, feelin' real fuckin' tight today, swee'heart."

That was supposed to be praise. But Toji couldn't resist the opportunity to give you a backhanded compliment.

'Tight' today means you felt like a 'loose whore' yesterday.

"Put y'hands out, spread 'em out on the counter more 'n arch that back for me, stick that fat ass of yours up, too, pretty.

The front door of the house opened and you heard 2 very distinct voices getting closer and closer to where you were.

"Good, good. They're here." Toji said, talking right through pounding into you like this were any other Tuesday to him. "Y'like showin' off for my boys?"

You did. You were glad to put on a show for them, you'd had years of practice at being his perfect little whore. And unlike Toji, his friends didn't treat you like absolute dirt.

Someone told you to jump and you said how high. You always said how high.

You tried to make yourself more presentable, fixing your hair and wiping the tears off your face. You wanted to look good for them.

"Well, well, well. Look at you, little Miss Popular." Gojo said, his crystal blue eyes fixated on you. He spoke to you first.

"Oh, Toji, you can't tell us you've got her all to yourself. You gotta share her with us!" Geto chimed in, trying to get you to him. His tone was playful but he wasn't joking.

Toji smirked. "I thought I was sharin' her with you anyway."

Gojo walked up to you, running his thumb over your lips and down your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

"You wanna suck my cock, little one? I know you do." He asked, his voice low and sultry.

You nodded and he pulled his pants down.

He was already hard, and you wasted no time taking him into your mouth. He moaned loudly as you sucked him off, using your hands to stroke whatever part of him you couldn't fit into your mouth.

Gojo's hands were tangled in your hair, pushing your head down onto his dick.

He groaned loudly and you could hear him say "Oh, fuck, yeah," as he came inside your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and wiped your lips.

Geto was next, pulling his pants down and letting his dick spring out.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he grinned. "Hi, doll."

Geto was always so different from the other men. You couldn't ever figure out why he hung around these two. And you had to keep your inquisitions to yourself or Toji would get pissed and forbid you from seeing him anymore. Geto was the one you really liked. But he was also the one you had to work the hardest for.

You started to stroke him, and he let out a loud moan. "Fuck, that's it, baby. You're such a good girl."

You wrapped your lips around his cock, sucking and licking and swirling your tongue around him.

Geto's moans were much quieter, but you knew you were doing a good job. He ran his hands through your hair, gently tugging and holding you at the base of your neck as he came into your mouth.

He looked down at you, his face flushed and his lips parted slightly. "Fuck, you're amazing." He whispered.

You smiled at him and wiped your mouth again. A few tears fell from your eyes, but not because he shoved his dick down your throat. You were genuinely sad that you couldn't be his. Everything about him was the opposite of Toji's hard nature.

"Alright, alright, my turn." Toji said, pushing Geto aside. He flipped you over and pulled your ass towards him, thrusting into you with all his might.

You screamed out in shock and pain, your body tensing up as he fucked you harder and faster.

He was breathing heavily and his words came out between gasps for air. "Oh, yeah, fucking take my cock, you filthy fucking whore. You like that, huh? You like being used like a piece of meat?"

"Fuck, I love it, please don't stop!" You cried out, almost sarcastically, tears streaming down your face. Your eyes never leave Geto's. The gaze so intent he found himself having to look away. Lucky for you, Toji didn't have the sense to catch your tone right now and he just fucked on.

As your body betrayed you, you came hard, your body convulsing and shaking with each thrust.

Toji pulled out, stroking his cock a few times before coming onto your back.

You winced as his cum hit your skin, it was hot and sticky.

"Good girl, yeah, that's it," Toji panted, rubbing his hand over your ass.

"That was amazing," Gojo said, "I think she really enjoyed herself."

You just stood there against the floor cupboards. Legs still spread, ass out, pussy leaking as if you did truly enjoy yourself at the hands of that bastard.

God, you wanted to leave. The city. The country. You felt like you couldn't get far enough away from him and most of his friends.

But you were trapped. Trapped by his words, his actions, his constant threat of violence.

He was the devil himself and you were his willing victim.

A slave to his whims and desires. And he would never let you go. Not until he was done with you.

You knew it, and so did he.

So you stayed.

You stayed for the money and the sex.

You stayed hoping one day he'd wake up a changed man. Or not wake up at all.

And you stayed knowing that even if he did change and let you go, you'd never be good enough for any other man.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not when your mind and body were already ruined by him.

But maybe that was okay. Maybe you didn't deserve to be loved anymore.

You looked at Geto when the thought crossed your mind. It made you want to cry. You knew you could have been happy with anyone else. Or no one else. But it was too late for that now.

"Hey, let's get out of here. I'll take you home." Geto said, walking over to you and helping you stand up.

"Wait wait wait, where the hell are you taking her? She's stayin' with me. C'mere." Toji gestured to you to sit on his lap.

You looked up at Geto, again. "Go on. It's fine. I'll see you later." He said, his eyes sad.

You sat down on Toji's lap and he wrapped his arms around you. "That's a good girl." He said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Geto and Gojo left the house, and you could feel your stomach sink as the door closed behind them.

You knew you had made your bed. And now you had to lay in it.

A fitting punishment for someone who had fallen in love with the wrong man.

A lesson to learn the hard way.

"Hey, hey, stop crying, you're not goin' anywhere." Toji said, his hand on your neck as he held you close to him.

You didn't respond. You just sat there, feeling the tears fall from your eyes and your heart fall from your chest into your feet. You had an idea of what was coming.

And you couldn't do anything to stop it.

"I'm gonna make you scream so loud the neighbors are gonna think I'm killing you. But I won't be killing you. You're mine, remember? I would never hurt you like that." Toji whispered into your ear, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You knew this wasn't a threat. It was a promise. And you knew he meant every single word.

You were his.

His whore.

His toy.

And he would never let you go.

He held you tightly, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer to him. His body was pressed against yours and you could feel his cock hardening between your thighs.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful. Your body is so fuckin' perfect." He growled, his hands roaming over your bare skin, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke.

You wanted to push him away, but you couldn't. You were powerless. You were trapped.

And he was all you had.

"You're so fuckin' stupid, but I love you like this. I love you like you're my little fuck toy. You're so perfect, so tight, so wet, so good at takin' my cock."

You whimpered softly, your body responding to his words, betraying your mind.

"Yeah, that's right. You're such a good girl. I know you like it when I call you that."

You could feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter as he spoke. You hated yourself for it.

"You wanna make me cum, baby? C'mon, let's hear you beg for it."

You looked up at him, your eyes watery and your voice cracking as you pleaded. "Please, Toji, please, I'm yours, I'll do anything you want."

You were sobbing by now.

He couldn't get enough of your pathetic shit.

"Good girl." He said, smirking as he pushed you off his lap and onto the floor.

"Get on your knees. Show me what a good girl you are." He said, pulling his cock out of his pants and stroking it in front of you.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and your lips parted slightly.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your face towards his cock, forcing it into your mouth.

You gagged as he shoved his cock down your throat. You couldn't breathe and you could feel yourself getting dizzy.

He moaned loudly as he fucked your mouth, his fingers tangled in your hair, his hips bucking against your face.

You wanted to bite him, to fight him off, to do anything to get him out of you, but you couldn't.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva trailing from your lips to the tip of his dick.

"That's a good girl. Now, I wanna see you suckin' on my balls, too. C'mon, be a good slut and lick them."

You obeyed, licking and sucking on his balls like a good little whore.

You felt sick to your stomach. You had never felt more used and degraded than you did right now.

You knew you shouldn't have enjoyed it. But you did.

You wanted to feel his cum all over your face. You wanted to feel his cum dripping down your chin, your chest, your tits.

But he wouldn't let you. He wouldn't give you the satisfaction.

You were his whore. His toy. His plaything. And he was going to use you as he saw fit.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum on your tits, you like that? C'mon, you're gonna look so pretty with my cum all over you."

You nodded, your eyes closed tightly, your body tense.

You jumped as you felt his cum hit your chest, his hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing out every last drop.

He moaned loudly and you could feel his cum dripping down your chest and onto your stomach.

"That's a good girl. You're so fuckin' good for me, you know that? You're mine."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears.

"Don't cry, baby. You're so good for me. You're so perfect. You're mine, forever." He said, his tone softening slightly.

He leaned down and kissed you, his lips pressed against yours.

You didn't respond. You just let him kiss you, his cum still warm on your chest.

He pulled away, looking down at you with a smirk. "You're so fuckin' beautiful, you know that? Even when you're covered in my cum. You're so perfect." He said, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

He stood up, pulling his pants back up and zipping them up. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom.

You followed him, feeling like you were in a trance.

You knew you should have run. But you couldn't.

He was never going to let you quit him.

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