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itsallyscorner · 11 months

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Coffee Talk | H.S

pairing: boyfriend!Harry x fem!reader

warnings: it’s supposed to be like a podcast episode so it’s a little long and has a lot of dialogue—just did some experimenting, lmk what you guys think :)

overview: Harry is a guest on your podcast.

a/n: Clearly, I’ve been listening/watching a lot of podcasts. I just like hearing people talk. Reader’s co-host, Mable, is inspired by Selena Gomez <3

Coffee Talk Ep. 96: (Y/n)‘s Boyfriend, Hobama, and Marriage

“Hello friends and welcome back to another episode of Coffee Talk! I’m your host, (Y/n), and I hope you are all doing well!” You waved at the camera doing your usual intro.

You did a drumroll with your hands on the table and continued, “Now, we have an exciting episode for you guys today. You have been asking—basically begging—for us to get this person on the pod and it’s finally happening today! So grab a blanket, get some snacks, and get comfortable, because this is gonna be a fun one!”

The video cuts to your co-host, Mable, who is sitting across from you on a loveseat.

“I feel like we should build the tension before we tell them who it is.” Mabel chimes in, stirring her Starbucks cup (whose label has been covered since you guys aren’t sponsored by Starbies).

“That was a really good segue for Roll Call, Mae.” You pointed out, calling her by her nickname.

“I gotchu, babe.” Mable assured you, throwing a wink in your direction. You laughed and adjusted your legs up on the couch you were on, “Right, so obviously, we have Mable across from me. How are ya, Mae? What’s the coffee order today?”

Mable smiled at you and crossed her legs, “Well since you asked so kindly. I’m doing very great this morning (y/n/n) and I have a caramel macchiato today.”

The video then cuts to Ryland who had a “bitch please” look on his face, “Mable’s only happy because she got laid last night.”

“RYLAND!” Mable screamed in shock, the video cutting to her reaction. The room erupted with laughter as she flipped him off and let empty threats stumble out of her lips at Ryland.

“YOU LITERALLY TEXTED IT IN THE GROUP CHAT!” Ryland stressed, leaning over the table to get closer to Mable. The video moved to you taking a long sip of your coffee while a familiar tattooed arm rested behind you on the couch.

“Clearly, the energy is through the roof today in the pod—we’ll probably get to Mable’s sex life in a bit.” You paused, smirking at your friend, “But back to roll call, we’ve got Ryland on cameras and sound. Ryland, how are you pookie?”

Ryland posed at the camera in front of him and waved wildly at it, “I’m doing swell stinkabutt.”

“What’s your coffee order today—actually Ryland doesn’t have coffee today, he has juice.” You explained to your listeners. Ryland held up his green juice, “Yeah, I’m on a juice cleanse everyone. Me and Sean are going to Aruba in a few weeks and I refuse to work out, so I’m drinking juice instead.”

“You look great Ry.” A voice off camera chimed in. The voice had a distinct accent that could only belong to a specific someone. Ryland smiled at the person, “Thanks Ha—wait I was just about to spoil who it was.” He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth with wide eyes.

“Y’know what, we’ve made you guys wait long enough.” You sighed before continuing, “Our guest is very special to me. He’s a recent Grammy winner, one of the biggest artists in the world, and he happens to be my boyfriend; please welcome to the pod mister Harry Styles!” You cheered, causing everyone in the room to clap. The video finally cut to Harry who was sat next you on a blush pink couch nursing a pastel yellow mug.

Harry adorable scrunched his nose and waved at you all bashfully, “Oh, stop it.”

“How does it feel to be on the pod, Harry?” You asked, turning your body towards him. Harry nodded and looked around the room, “I’m happy to be here, love, thanks f’having me. Also, I like what you’ve guys done to our shed, s’very comfy.”

“I totally forgot we were in your shed.” Ryland chuckled.

“Oh yeah, to everyone listening or watching, we’ve been filming this podcast in Harry and (Y/n)’s backyard.” Mable explained to the audience with a chuckle.

“It’s not a problem honestly, I’m glad you guys are getting some use out of it.” Harry assured you all as he glanced at the decorations around the room. There was an old school looking blush couch in the center of the room, which was across from a burnt mustard colored love seat. While the walls were painted a darker shade of matcha green with fairy lights strung along it.

Harry was seen glancing at the rug as he toed at it with his socked foot. “Where’d y’get the rug?” He asked you.

You peeked at said rug, “Your mom picked it out when she was helping me furniture shop here.” Harry’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as he leaned back into the cushion, one of his legs crossed beneath him and the other hung off the couch.

“So Harold, what’s the coffee order today?” You motioned to his coffee. He proudly held the yellow mug up and smiled at the camera, “I’ve got my usual black coffee, courtesy of my lovely girlfriend.”

The camera panned to you hiding behind your Starbucks cup trying to hide your heated cheeks.

“And what do you have today, love?” Harry returned the question, naturally fitting into the conversation. You looked at the label on your cup, “I have my usual coffee order—H actually went out on a coffee run for me and Mable, so thank you bubs.” You answered, the corners of your mouth quirked up.

“They make me sick.” Ryland fake gagged.

“Aren’t you also in a relationship?” Mable narrowed her eyes at him. Ryland rolled his eyes at her, “Yeah, but they make me sick in a good way, like the wholesomeness is just too much.”

“What the fuck..”

Harry grinned at Ryland, “Y’gonna be fuckin’ puking by the time we’re done then.”

The camera cut to Mable smirking at you, “I find it so weird how you’re being so quiet.”

“Me?” You pointed at yourself amusingly. Harry glanced at you and visibly scooted closer to you. The sound of equipment being moved can be heard over the audio since Harry attempted to discreetly move his mic stand next to yours.

“Yes ma’am.” Mable nodded. You placed your cup on the round coffee table beside you.

“I don’t know why, but it just settled in that this is us, kind of like hard launching our relationship to the public.” You softly answered, hands fiddling with your (Harry’s) loose knitted sweater.

“But everyone knows you guys are together.” Ryland stated, confusion etched on his features. Harry rose his hand to answer. You giggled at him and nudged his arm, “You don’t need to raise your hand to speak, hun.”

“Sorry.” He shook his head.

“Don’t be.” You chuckled, allowing Harry to continue. “Everyone knows, but we haven’t been very public, y’know? We like keeping things between us. Like, this is the most public we’ve ever been.” He gestures to you guys sitting beside each other.

You chimed in jokingly, “Yeah, this is our first time sitting next to each other—like ever.”

Harry nodded along, “I’m shitting m’pants right now.” He stated, causing a few chuckles in the room.

“How much persuasion did it take for (Y/n) to get you on the pod?” Mable asked Harry, sipping her coffee. Harry’s brows furrowed as he stared at the ceiling.

“Not much. She asked and I was like—yeah, I’m down.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders for emphasis. You chuckled at him and added, “He’s forgetting the part when he admitted that he’s been waiting for me to ask him to guest star.”

“Have you really been waiting?” Ryland questioned your boyfriend. Harry’s brows raised as he exclaimed, “Yes! I bloody have! You guys literally had my sister on here before me!”

You all laughed at his slight frustration, “I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” The camera cuts to you and Harry, your hand squeezing his knee.

“Wait so did you guys meet through Harry’s sister?” Mable asked you both, she then was quick to add, “If you guys don’t mind me asking!”

You waved her off to assure her it was fine.

“We met through his stylist Harry Lambert.” You began before pointing to the camera, “Shout out to Lamby by the way!” Harry followed suit and instead waved at the camera with a lopsided grin.

“Anyway, Lamby and I know each other through work. We’re under the same company and we do similar things, etc. One day he invited me to come out to one of H’s shows, I didn’t have anything better to do, so I decided to go.”

“We met before the show though, remember?” Harry gently interjected, using his arm behind you to tap your shoulder. You nodded, “Yeah we did, I was fortunate enough to meet him before he went out on stage and we got on really well—“

You looked at Harry, “We probably spent about five minutes talking, right?”

“Yeh, it was pretty quick. I don’t know if you felt it at first, but like—Y’know that feeling when you kinda just know a person is gonna have some kind of impact on y’life?” Harry wondered aloud, hands waving around to try and get his point across. Mable and Ryland nodded, making sounds of agreement.

“It was like that and I thought about it the entire time I was on stage. After that everything seemed to fall into place and the rest was history.” Harry finished, smacking his hand on his leg. Ryland was the first to speak, “So after the concert did you try to always come up with an excuse to go to his shows or did you try to persuade Harry Lambert to invite (Y/n) more often?” Ryland pointed between the couple in front of him.

You and Harry stared at each other, his brow raised at you while your eyes squinted at his. Harry stuck his pointer finger out, “Well I got her number after, so I didn’t have to make any excuses for her to be at my shows. I’d invite her, she’d come and watch, then we would hang out after. Sometimes when we were in the same place, we would meet up too.”

“I’m assuming this went on for months?” Mable looked between you and Harry.

“Yeah, but the thing is, he was touring and I was working. So we had to be in different places all the time.” You clarified. Harry picked off where you left, “We managed to make it work though, I don’t think either of us were going to give up that easily.”

The video caught you and Harry gazing into each other’s eyes momentarily.

“Absolutely.” You agreed, scrunching your nose at him, similar to what he did earlier. Mable pouted at the two of you, “You guys are so cute.”

Harry quietly thanked her as he situated himself on the couch again. While Mable and Ryland gushed about how much you guys were “goals”, the famous singer got even more comfortable on the couch. He placed his mug down and leaned his body against your side, he softly took your arm and held it against his chest so you were holding him. He leaned the mic lower so it was closer to him and was mindful of where his feet was to avoid bumping his mug on the floor.

“I’m just curious, but what are like the weirdest rumors have you guys heard about yourselves?” Ryland asked, moving the conversation along.

“I don’t have any.” Mable shrugged.

“Maybe that guy last night can share some, should we call him?” You sang, jokingly pulling out your phone. Mable groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm, “I hate the both of you.”

“I’ve heard stuff about us, but I really think this rumor would be more fun to talk about.” You pondered. Harry shifted his head on your chest to look up at you, “Wha’ rumor?”

The corner of your lip turned into a smirk as you simply said, “Hobama.”

Harry suddenly threw his head back and bursted out laughing.

“Like President Obama?” Ryland screamed in shock, his brows raised to his forehead.

“I honestly don’t know how it started. It randomly popped up on the tabloids and followed me around for years—till this day, might I add!” Harry tried to clarify.

“I feel like it got even worse when Graham asked you about it.” You chuckled, fingers mindlessly playing with Harry’s brunette curls.

“What did Graham ask?” Mable leaned towards the couple.

“He asked if it was true that I had a sexual relationship or affair with Obama—I knew they were gonna ask me about it prior to the show being filmed. But at the time I was like fuck it and just went along w’it.” Harry started, “I didn’t know that it would become an actual thing.” He deadpanned, sending a look at the camera.

“Have there been any Hobama signs at any of your recent shows?” Ryland squinted his eyes at Harry.

“Not a one.” Harry paused, “But after this episode airs, I wouldn’t be surprised if I see a couple in the crowds.”

Mable crossed her arms, “Your shows are very interesting—in a good way—of course.”

“Thank you.” Harry grinned, “Yeh, we’ve got a lot of things going on. Every night it’s like a giant sleep over with a bunch of friends. We sing songs, we dance—“

“Trauma dumping!” Ryland interjected excitedly. Harry gestured to the man opposite him, “Right, we do therapy sessions.”

“Don’t forget the gender reveals, proposals, and helping them come out.” You continued to list, Harry nodding his head at every thing you said.

“Harry’s like a Swiss Army knife, he just does everything.” Mable joked. Ryland sighed and rested his chin in his palm, “You’re so talented.”

“You’re better at controlling cameras and all the sound equipment than me.” Harry acknowledged, raising a brow at him. Ryland snapped his finger at the Brit, “You’re so right, thank you, Harry.”

Harry placed his hand on his heart, “I gotcha man.” You then raised your hand, catching Harry’s attention, “Yes, m’love?”

“Can I just say how proud I am of you and like how insanely successful the tour has been?” You sat up, making Harry sit up as well. He remained close to you, wrapping his arm back around your shoulder. Though your statement made him pout at you, “Y’make my heart feel fuzzy.”

Mable and Ryland audibly awed at the both of you.

“No! Like seriously, it makes me so proud to see how much of a safe space your concert is to all you fans and anyone who steps foot into those shows.” You placed your hand on his tattooed arm and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t think you realize how much of an impact you make on people’s lives, like we all appreciate you so much and I just wanted to remind you of that.” You shrugged, shrinking into your own shoulders.

“C’mere.” Harry said dragging out his words as he pulled you into a hug, this time he held you and your head was tucked into the crook of his neck. Instead of letting you go, Harry helped you get comfortable in his arms.

“While we’re at it, I just wanted to say how much fun I’m having right now. Thank you guys for having me” Harry gestured to Mable and Ryland across from him then turned to you, “And thank you to you for allowing me to be in your workspace and sharing it with me. You’ve always supported me throughout everything and now I finally get to support you and your craft, so thank you for trusting me to be here.”

Now it was your turn to pout, though there was a twinkle in you eye, “Thank you, H.” You hummed as Harry pecked your temple.

“I’m rooting so hard for you guys, you have no idea.” Mable said from her seat, the camera cut to Ryland who agreed.

“Yeh, I guess we like each other a lot.” Harry joked. You smiled softly at him.

“I don’t wanna intrude but is there a possible wedding in the future?” Ryland asked. It was silent between you and Harry, the both of you staring at each other before answering.

“I think so, I have some pretty high hopes.” You answered. Harry made a sound of agreement, “I think when everything calms down we’ll figure it out, but without a doubt it’s definitely in the cards.”

Harry let out a small chuckle and added, “Let me release the fourth album and then I’ll put a ring on it.”

The camera cut to you blushing with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your boyfriend’s comment. Mable and Ryland were quick to react, sending you teasing looks and screaming “oooo”.

The corner of Harry’s mouth lifted into a smirk, turning his head to look at you he asked, “How’s that sound?”

You scrunched your nose (adorably, Harry might add) and pretended to put some thought into it.

“Sounds like a plan, but on one condition.”

Harry’s brows raised as he waited for you to continue.

“You have to release Medicine.” You said, Harry caught on to your banter and feigned an annoyed sigh, “Babe, we’ve talked about this.”

“Fine, then can we get a puppy?”

“Of course we can, darling, we’ll have one by tomorrow morning.” Harry jested, sounding incredibly posh.

You turned to the camera apologetically and spoke directly to your boyfriend’s fans, “Sorry guys, I tried.”

Though in reality, you knew that Harry would release Medicine in a heartbeat if you asked him to.

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bobgasm · 3 months

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good girl | b.f

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader word count: 3978 warnings: mild idiots to lovers, smut, nsfw [18+ only], unprotected sex, semi-public sex, dirty talk,

summary: in which you have a chat with bob that doesn’t go the way you intended it to, but he more than makes up for it

author’s note: happy birthday to my bby lewis! 🥳♥️ best to read the snappening first 🤭 if you want to be notified when i post, follow and turn on post notifications for @bobgasm-library 😁

the snappening | masterlist | awards season

You hate that your alarm is waking you at 5 am. You hate that you got super drunk last night. Mostly, you hate that you crossed a line with Bob. You didn’t know what the day held in store for you, but a chat about what happened was inevitable.

You groaned as you slid into the shower and tried to wash the disgusting feeling from your body.

The plan was simple. You’d arrive at work early and get settled for the day, then disappear to grab coffee once everyone had arrived. It meant that you could delay the chat with Bob temporarily, giving you time to stew over the situation instead of tackling it head on.

Yeah, this grown-up shit was so easy.

You got settled at your desk and grinned at the email that had been flagged. It was a mission briefing for Bob and Phoenix, so you stopped into your boss’ office to let him know. Haywire was a hard man to work for, but as his assistant, you made it work.

Haywire appreciated the information – he hadn’t yet checked his computer, but he knew about the mission. As his assistant, you had a high security clearance, but more importantly, his trust. He relied on you to ask the questions a lot of people wouldn’t typically ask a superior, either out of nerves or fear. It was expected of you to sit in on mission briefings for that exact reason – Haywire liked his pilots to be well informed of any and all risks.

This mission briefing wouldn’t be any different. As you left, he made the call to Phoenix and Bob, so you headed down the hall to prepare some coffee and try to gather your bearings. He wasn’t even here yet, but the memories of last night had your toes curling and heat warming your cheeks.

Your heart roared in your ears as you looked up and saw Bob walking in through the doors. He gave you a polite nod and smile, but you weren’t even expecting that. You gave him a small smile back, taking in his appearance.

He wore his flight suit, and Phoenix fell into step beside him. You knew they likely had an early morning training scheduled, which had now been delayed by this new mission briefing. You stopped yourself before you got caught staring, but he smirked at you like he knew. Like he knew where your mind had drifted to, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

You held his gaze, refusing to back down, and watched them disappear into Haywire’s office. You collected a few mugs from the cupboard in anticipation of Haywire calling out for two more, already one step ahead of him. He caught sight of the four mugs lined up, met your eye, and quickly provided his help to carry them all back to the office before starting the briefing.

You sat beside Haywire’s desk, legs crossed as you sipped your coffee and tried to avoid looking at Bob. It was inevitable though. By the time your eyes settled on his face, he was already looking at you.

Your head was swimming as you replayed the videos from last night in your head. The sounds he made.

Good girl.

Fuck. You squeezed your legs together at the thought. The thought that he actually wanted you the way you wanted him, and that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. That you hadn’t just risked your livelihood for the sake of an orgasm.

You tried to focus on the mission briefing as Haywire talked, handing out folders to both Bob and Phoenix. They both wore stoic expressions, listening intently to what was needed of them. Haywire outlined the importance of their mission – recon only. They were going in with no backup which was risky, but the images they had of the site were dated.

“Our next move will be to send a SEAL team in once we’ve got a better visual of the site,” Haywire proceeded. “Those men will be your backup.”

“But no air support,” you countered. “What if the site has grown and they’ve got an updated defense system? It’s a suicide mission.”

“It’s the mission,” Haywire replied.

“Would you take the same risk if you’d been given the mission instead?” You asked him. “Are you really willing to let two people be shot out of the sky and killed, or taken hostage? The SEAL team is only good if there’s hostages to rescue, but how long until they get the green light to move in? Assuming they’re still alive, of course, or would that be another recon mission determining that?”

Phoenix and Bob both shifted uncomfortably. You could only assume they’d been thinking along the same lines.

The choice was simple, and Haywire made the correct one. He called his superior, Admiral Shaw, who’d sent down the mission briefing. Why he wasn’t present for it was a mystery, but Phoenix and Bob seemed a little less tense after hearing your words being repeated to someone who would actually go to bat for them.

When Haywire ended the call by promptly slamming the phone home, you jumped a little. Startled by the dramatics.

“They’ll get back to us with updates,” Haywire said. “You’re dismissed, Lieutenants.”

You stuck around in the office for a minute once Bob and Phoenix left, letting Haywire debrief you on what the plan was. Your questioning had brought up some very good points that needed addressing, and his superiors would figure it out. He thanked you and dismissed you, hoping it didn’t take them long to figure out the semantics of the briefing.

“Why are you so jumpy today?” Phoenix asked you. You shot her a cautiative look as you waited for Bob to get far enough away. “Does it have something to do with Bob?”

You huffed. “You’re too observant for your own good,” you stated, dragging her down the hallway and pushing her inside an empty office. “I’m only telling you this because you have a secret of your own that you don’t want to get out.”

You paused as you watched her try to swallow the lump in her throat. Yeah, you knew she had a thing going on with Coyote. How you’d found that out was need to know.

“I accidentally sent him a video of me masturbating last night. I was hoping to try and avoid him, but that’s not going so well,” you explained, pressing your hands into your eyes to try and quell the headache you were starting to develop.

“Did he watch it?”

“Yes, and sent his own back,” you said, blowing out a deep breath. “I’m freaking out. I can’t avoid this conversation forever. I just…I don’t think it’s a conversation to be had before your mission, you know?”

You didn’t hold your breath. Even your own words sounded like lies to your ears.

+++

By the time lunch came around, you were anxious. Heading to the dining hall on base to meet with Phoenix like usual, hoping she wouldn’t ask for any further information about the Bob situation. You planned on keeping it to the more important shit, like the mission they were going on. You even anticipated a question or two thrown your way, so prepared a couple to ask her instead.

Thankfully, lunch was a standard affair. Phoenix sat with another couple of pilots who you knew and greeted warmly, making yourself comfortable at the table and engaging in friendly conversation.

Bob lingered off to the side of the cafeteria. You caught his eye and he nodded his head slightly, gesturing for you to follow him.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stood up and followed him without a glance back at Phoenix or the other pilots. Trailing behind Bob with as much dignity as you could muster before steeling yourselves away in the privacy of an empty office.

“Hi,” he said sweetly. You couldn’t resist rolling your eyes, making him laugh. “Yeah, I know, but I never actually said it this morning and, truthfully, I’ve been trying to figure out what to say to you all day.”

“Hi,” you replied, giving him a small smile. You couldn’t help it. Whenever he smiled you felt the need to reciprocate, even if it wasn’t aimed at you, but it was amazing when it was. “I’ve been doing the same, honestly. I don’t even know where to start.”

He nodded in understanding, resting back against the desk. Not quite sitting, but not quite standing either. Hands resting in his lap, with one ankle crossed over the other.

“I need you to hear what I’m not saying,” he told you. You nodded slowly in understanding. “I can’t do anything while we work together. I know how much you like your job here, just like I like mine. While there’s nothing to say that interpersonal relationships aren’t allowed, they’re not exactly welcomed unless you’re married.”

You hummed, once again nodding slowly. “So it’s business as normal, right?” You asked, following his train of thought.

“As normal as it gets around here,” he said.

You nodded. “Do you regret that it happened?”

“No, not at all. Do you?” You shook your head. “I’m not trying to make this awkward.”

“Don’t worry, I’m doing a good job of that myself,” you replied, earning a small chuckle. “I should…go. Lots to do today.”

“It doesn’t need to be like this.”

“It does, Bob,” you stated. “At least for now, anyway, because this isn’t exactly welcomed.”

He sighed as you slipped out of the office. You hadn’t meant to throw his words back at him, you knew his heart was in the right place, but he was only delaying the conversation further. Who knows what this week would have in store for you, but you just hoped that their mission went off without a hitch.

After lunch you went straight back to work, responding to some emails before you were dragged into a meeting with Haywire. You kept minutes while the men talked about other classified missions. You did your best to keep up with the chatter, but the conversation was hectic. Everyone spoke overtop of one another and you could barely register who said what.

And then you started thinking about the situation with Bob.

Had you blown it, with your actions of the previous night and your passive aggressiveness towards him earlier? You knew he was only thinking of your job, and you did appreciate that. But you’d gotten yourself into this situation, too. You could decide how to play this out, you didn’t need to rely on him.

Yet you hadn’t said that to him when you had the chance. You hid behind your cowardice and let him decide how it was going to work. Let him call the shots, and for what? Because you were too scared to lose your job, or too scared to lose him?

The meeting dragged on, but you slipped out when a few of the men did the same, essentially ending the meeting. Lou kept you company as you typed up the minutes before disappearing into Haywire’s office. He’d apparently gotten a call about the new mission briefing that enlisted extra air support and a few extra contingency plans. In not so many words, all the Daggers were now being sent on this mission, which filled you with a lot more confidence. And, no doubt, did the same for Phoenix and Bob.

You tried to finish up the email you’d been working on for Lou, but you had to ask him a question about it before you sent it. Sighing, you reached for your bottle of water and took a few sips, allowing yourself a moment to relax.

It wasn’t long before all of the Daggers showed up and headed into Haywire’ office. He hadn’t asked you to sit in, so you stayed put until he called for you.

You exhaled heavily and slumped back in your seat, wishing the day would just end already. When Haywire eventually called for you, you stood in the doorway since there were already six extra bodies in the room.

“The reason you’re all here is because of that woman there,” Haywire said. “She pointed out flaws in Bob and Phoenix’s mission, which has caused me more work today trying to get approval to send air support. This is where the rest of you come in.”

Haywire spent the next twenty minutes outlining the new mission parameters, as well as answering any questions the aviators had.

“So we get to work with SEAL’s?” Hangman asked.

You rolled your eyes at his enthusiasm, noting how Bob stifled a laugh.

“Not directly. The SEAL team is four days from the location. You’ll be moving out in two days at 1600 hours in order for them to be in position when you do your flyby.”

He continued to bring the rest of the team up to speed. Detailing exactly how this mission would be flown and everything they’d be needing to do. This was still very much Phoenix and Bob’s mission, but now they had support. They weren’t as nervous to fly this mission knowing they had immediate backup.

You excused yourself before the meeting was over to take a phone call at your desk, explaining that you’d get Haywire to call them back when he was free.

When Lou came back out, you picked his brain to finalise the email before sending it, then made a beeline to the bathroom. You didn’t need to go, not really, but you locked yourself in a stall and sat on the closed lid of the toilet. Hoping that by the time you made it back to your desk, the Daggers wouldn’t be in Haywire’s office anymore and you didn’t have to see Bob.

You felt so frustrated by the situation you’d made for yourself. Frustrated that you’d let this happen. You took a few deep breaths before emerging, washing your hands just for a reason to stay in there a little bit longer.

By the time you made it back to your desk, a few people had started to leave. They’d be back in the early hours of the morning, ready to make a start on whatever was needed before the carrier took off in the next few days.

When the clock hit 5, you took Phoenix up on her offer of dinner and waited for her outside the barracks. Barely five minutes had passed before Bob was hollering your name down the hallway.

You slowly turned around and saw him beckon you towards Coyote’s room. With a sigh, you walked down the hallway with as much confidence as you could muster.

“You told Phoenix?” He asked you.

“Like she’s a saint here,” you replied, staring between her and Coyote.

“You told her?” Coyote asked in horror.

You were all in similar stages of distress and you felt backed into a corner. So you laughed. You laughed because how the hell had you all found yourself in similar situations? Bob soon joined in, and before you knew it, Phoenix and Coyote had too.

It was ridiculous. Of course it was. And it was awkward as hell, so you laughed your way out of it. Swiping at your eyes as the laughter died down and you were soon pinned beneath Bob’s gaze.

“Dinner tonight?” He asked. “Please say ‘yes.’”

“Yeah,” you agreed stupidly. “I’ve got a couple things to finish up but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“I’ll keep you company.” He grabbed his coffee before you both left, leaving Coyote and Phoenix to deal with their own mess. “Do you actually have much to do or was that just an excuse to get out of there?”

“I have shit to do but it can wait until tomorrow,” you told him, packing up your things you’d left outside Phoenix’s room. “Where do you want to go?”

“There’s a hole-in-the-wall Italian place not too far away,” he replied, digging his hand into his pocket. His keys jingled, and you gave a nod. “I’ll drive.”

You followed him outside, watching your feet rather than staring at his back like you wanted to. When you reached his car, you slid into the passenger seat. Swiftly buckling your seat belt as he did the same and turned the engine over.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he apologised. “About how I chose to handle things.”

“By passing the blame onto the fraternisation policy?” You asked, just to clarify. You turned your head enough to look at him, glad he at least looked ashamed about it.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “The truth is that I was trying to buy more time to figure out what I really wanted to say.”

“Have you figured that out now?”

“Yes,” he replied, letting silence wash over you.

“Okay? Are you going to share with the class or make me guess?”

He chuckled softly. “I thought it was obvious.”

“I want to hear you say it, Bob.”

Your heart thundered in your ears as he spoke, “I want you. I have for…god, too long now. I don’t even care if that initial video wasn’t intended for me, because you moaned my name as you came and it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

The car was parked in the back of a parking lot, away from the strip of restaurants to your left. You’d been too busy watching him, staring at him. Admiring the way his arms flexed as he rolled the steering wheel between his hands. The way his mouth moved as he talked…telling you everything you wanted to hear.

“It’s not the first time,” you confessed, voice low. So low he turned to look at you and you could see the lust clouding his vision. The way his eyelids drooped slightly as he took in your heady expression. “I imagine you every time.”

“Get in the back,” he told you, and you were quick to scramble into the back seat, over the centre console. He followed behind you, lifting you up with little effort and settling you down in his lap.

His hands gripped your hips firmly, and you placed your own on his chest. Feeling his heart racing beneath your touch. Because of your touch. Because of the implications of what was to come.

“Kiss me, Bob,” you requested, running your hands through his short hair. He leant forward and closed the gap, lips pressed firmly against yours.

You melted into his touch, kissing him back without hesitation. His fingers lifted your shirt, skimming up along your sides. You moaned at his light touch, goosebumps raising on your flesh. He bit down on your lip in response, feeling you shift against him.

He groaned as you tugged his hair. “You gonna be a good girl and ride me?”

You rolled your hips against him one more time, feeling his growing erection pressed against your core.

“Fuck you for calling me ‘good girl,’” you said.

He chuckled, brushing some hair back from your face. “But you are,” he said softly, breathily. “And I want you to ride me.”

There was something about the way he looked at you so carnally, like an animal staring down its prey, that had you removing your shirt without a second thought. You wanted him so badly, in any way you could get him. You didn’t care you were currently both trying to undress in the back of his car, or that anyone could walk by at any time.

Both of you in varying states of undress, Bob stroking his cock as you straddled his lap once again. Sliding his hand between your thighs, a breathy moan falling past your lips.

“So fucking wet for me, baby,” he said, pressing two thick fingers inside your heat. You groaned at the intrusion, hands gripping his shoulders as he worked you over. Making sure his fingers were nice and slick before wrapping them around his cock again and positioning his tip at your entrance.

He gripped your hips as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. He bit his lip, eyes glued to where the two of you were connected. You whimpered at the angle, at the feeling of him finally inside you after years of fantasising.

“So deep,” you panted. “Fuck, Bob.”

He groaned as you rolled your hips, cunt clenching around him. “Knew you’d be so tight…so fucking wet. Feels like heaven, baby.”

You gasped as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, over the top of your bra. Hands wound into his hair as you rocked your hips, lifting and sinking rhythmically.

His teeth grazed against the taut nub he was suckling on before paying the same attention to your other breast. You gasped and threw your head back, scratching your nails against his scalp.

He moaned, the vibrations coursing through your body. Your hips rocked a little harder against him, gasping at the tightness in your lower abdomen. He watched you lower your hand between your bodies, two fingers circling your clit and bringing you that much closer to your high.

“I didn’t say you could cum, baby girl,” he warned you.

“Please, Bob!” You whined. He gripped your ass, holding you up and refusing to let you keep going. “Fuck, please.”

“Please what?” He asked you. You pressed your forehead to his, a whimper falling past your lips.

“Please…wanna cum on your cock,” you begged. “Thought you wanted to feel me come undone around your cock, Bobby?”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I do. But if you cum like this I’m not gonna be able to pull out.”

“So don’t,” you told him, taking his face between your hands. “Wanna feel you finish inside me, Bob.”

He kissed you roughly, teeth clashing as his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned as his fingertips dug into your hips, his own snapping up as he fucked you.

You tugged at his hair, or pawed at his chest. So close to your orgasm, wanting to touch yourself. Wanting to tease your clit until you came all over his cock. Until he had you chanting his name and memorising the way he felt inside you. The way he made you feel.

The way you wanted him to continue making you feel, even when things went back to normal. Especially then.

“Fuck yes, squeeze my cock just like that,” he goaded, head thrown back as your cunt tightened and your body started quivering. “Feels so fucking good, baby. So fucking tight.”

“I wanna cum, Bob,” you pleaded. “Wanna cum all over your cock. Wanna feel you filling me up.”

He grunted, thrusts becoming harsher. His hand smacking your ass roughly as you matched his pace. You slipped your hand between your bodies once again, toying with your clit. Winding that coil so tight within your abdomen that you didn’t realise you were cumming until you collapsed into him. His hips thrusting upwards, grunting once, twice, three times before he stilled. Holding you close as he came undone inside you.

You wanted to stay wrapped in him forever, but your body felt like jelly and he was still talking to you.

“Such a good girl riding me, baby,” he said, lightly stroking your back. “Knew you’d feel so good wrapped around my cock. Such a pretty little thing, fucking hell.”

You hummed, lips pressed against his neck. Feeling his pulse beating rapidly against your mouth, chests flush together and bodies still connected.

“You feel so good, Bob, so right,” you told him, drunk off the post-coital euphoria. “Don’t want this to end. Don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised you. You lifted your head to look at him and he smoothed your hair back from your face. “I wanna take you home. Can I take you home?”

“Yeah, take me home.”

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stay-dazed · 8 months

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stray kids as dads

notes: female reader, and you're married here. so sorry if anything came out repetitive!

chan: chan, as anyone would have expected, is an amazing father, thanks in part to raising 7 other men for a living. you're so happy to see your husband and your son taime bond together over the years, especially over chan's favorite thing - music. he takes taime to the studio fairly regularly, where uncle jisung and changbin are so excited to see him that they barely get any work done. and when chan works from home, taime joins him by sitting on his lap and asking him tons of questions about how all the colorful tabs on his laptop works.

chan patiently answers all his questions, even if he's answered some before, since taime's only 7 years old and he doesn't always remember what chan's told him. making music is pretty complicated after all. but taime still shows a ton of interest, and always says he wants to grow up to be a singer just like his appa.

chan really is a great dad. he's very patient and always willing to help his child when he needs it, although he doesn't always make problems just go away. he may just try to guide taime through it so he can learn to make good decisions for himself as he grows. he's also very playful with taime. they love to play-wrestle, play any sport together since chan grew up incredibly athletic himself, race each other, and so on.

actually one of chan's favorite ways they race together is when they come home from running an errand or from picking taime up from school, and they run inside to give you a big hug. you just love it when they do that, because it makes you feel so loved and appreciated. the hug may catch you off guard while you're busy working around the house, and it may almost knock you over now and again, but you wouldn't ever miss a hug from your favorite boys.

"okay, buddy, ready to see who can give mom the biggest hug first?"

minho: while minho wasn't initially expecting to be a father, at least not anytime soon, he still became a great dad to your daughter, jimin. she's 3 now and absolutely has minho wrapped around her little finger, though he'd never admit to that. she loves to play dress-up with her appa, adding clips and bows to his hair, messily painting his nails, and putting shaky lip tint onto his lips. and the entire time minho just sits there patiently, smiling at jimin's excited expression and encouraging her with," i'm sure i look very pretty, sweetie. thank you." his face drops if he ever catches you laughing, though.

jimin also loves having lazy days, and minho never argues with that on the days he gets off from work. they'll both stay in their pajamas all day, watch cartoons, eat sweets for their meals, and take naps. actually the lock screen on your phone is a photo of them sleeping together; jimin in her little pink pajama set laying on her appa's chest comfortably, a little pigtail in both of their hair.

but what makes minho happiest is watching jimin play with the fuzzy trio - soonie, doongie, and dori. she'll take one of the feather toys and play with them for hours, if they have the energy. and minho could watch the entire time, sipping on his coffee and taking a couple videos. he's just so happy she loves the cats as much as he does.

"jimin, baby, can you look at the camera? hi pretty! can you smile for me?"

changbin: changbin was so ready and so excited to be a father. he just knew he'd be a great dad, with how understanding and good at listening he is. and sure enough, he became a rock for your 4 year old daughter nari. whenever she's crying over things important to her, like spilling her juice or missing her favorite show on pbs, he listens closely to her while wiping her tears away with his thumb. he then reassures her that he understands exactly why she's upset, and that things will be okay. he'll just refill her juice or put on another show she loves.

changbin really is nari's superhero. you can just tell how much she looks up to him already. like the time she accidentally tripped and hit her head against the leg of a chair. she cried and ran to her appa, holding her arms open for changbin to pick her up, which he did immediately. he held her safe against his chest and looked closely at her head to make sure everything was okay. after confirming it just left a bump, he rocked her back and forth, saying softly," it's okay aegi, you'll be okay." you came in from the backyard to see him rocking her in his arms.

she looked up at him with starry eyes, slowly calming down. eventually, she actually fell asleep in his arms, completely forgetting about the pain. you smiled watching them. he's a superhero to you too.

"want me to kiss it better, aegi?"

hyunjin: you could tell just how ecstatic your husband was to have a little baby girl, only a month old by now. hyunjin holds joon in his arms as often as he can, of course without taking her away from her time with you. he has a gentle, adoring look in his eyes as he watches her sleep, all swaddled up and comfy. he'll sit in silence for a bit before expressing a random thought like," she has your nose, love" and "do you think she's dreaming right now? what do babies dream about?"

he's told you before about how he's nervous if he'll be a good father or not, but you have full confidence in him. he's such a patient and loving person, as well as so protective of your little girl. and you can just see so clearly the excitement he has when doing simple everyday things, like helping you choose her clothes every morning and buckling her up in her carseat, babytalking to her the entire time. you can also see how he's especially happy when showing her off to people. he just beams with pride as they coo over her and say sweet things like," oh she's so beautiful, just like her eomma."

it's the best when watching the members argue to see who can hold joon first, and who she'll consider to be the best uncle. you and hyunjin both relax against the couch, leaning against each other and fighting the sleepiness that creeps up after many sleepless nights. you watch chan hold joon, cooing at her while jisung looks over his shoulder and makes silly faces. joon will be raised surrounded by so much love and support, and you couldn't be more thankful

"my mom picked out the socks she's wearing. aren't they so cute- changbin, make sure you support her head. i know you know, i'm just reminding you."

jisung: jisung was so nervous to become a father, wondering if he could really raise a child well. but even then he couldn't hide his excitement. he just couldn't believe he actually had a son of his own that would be looking up to him. junseo, who's now 2, is truly the light of jisung's life. (besides you, of course.) both of you, like many parents, had to learn through trial and error, but jisung is honestly just the perfect father in your eyes.

he's patient and loving, and lots of fun. your son can be heard giggling all day long as jisung plays with him and bbama, or tickles him just to hear that happy sound. he does the exact same thing in public. anything silly to make his baby boy laugh, even if people may look at him weird. you can just tell jisung's anxiety, while never fully gone, has decreased significantly since becoming comfortable as a father. he's no longer nervous ordering for himself and his family at restaurants, and he takes junseo to his doctor appointments on his own when you're busy visiting a friend.

he still panics just a little whenever junseo falls and scrapes his knee or catches a cold, but even then he's fantastic at fixing him up. jisung will carefully clean out and put a bandaid on the owie, and of course kiss it better, and he takes time to learn to cook meals that help battle a cold. jisung is just growing so much and you're so happy and grateful to be there to see it happen.

and like chan, he takes his son to the studio with him in order to raise him around music. it's a little more difficult to concentrate than with chan's son since junseo is still really young and needs more attention to avoid him getting himself into too much trouble (which he gets from jisung, let's be honest.)

"hey junseo jagi, could you please not climb on the back of appa's chair? thank you. ... wait- no no, don't pull the wires!"

felix: felix knew since he was in highschool that he wanted to be a father. especially of a daughter, since the thought of having his own little girl had always appealed to him for some reason. and after a long and complicated birth process that occurred a month early, you both welcomed your son theo into the world. felix could do nothing but hold his tiny miracle baby, his teddy, in his arms and cry happy tears as you recovered in bed.

now theo's 5 years old and while he's smaller than other boys his age, he's still a little spitfire with enough energy and curiosity to last him a lifetime. and felix is still absolutely head over heels for him. on his days off, felix spends time with theo by watching cartoons with him, dancing to stray kids' songs with him, and baking with him which of course always leads to some sort of messy outcome. but at least they're really cute, right?

felix really is such a great father in your eyes, so gentle and amazing at teaching. the moments you catch them in just make your heart swell with so much happiness and gratitude. for example, the time you were watching out the kitchen window as felix showed theo a bug as they were playing outside, to encourage him to always be curious about the world he lives in.

or like right now. 8:30, theo's bedtime before starting his first day at kindergarten tomorrow. you find felix holding him safely in his arms, telling him a story in korean that his mom used to tell when he was theo's age. it's sentimental, as well as teaching theo to appreciate the cultures coming from both his parents. felix, just like you, is nervous about sending his baby to school tomorrow, but you know they're both so capable.

"okay teddy bear, time to go to sleep. you need to be well rested for tomorrow. i love you, son."

seungmin: similar to minho, seungmin never expected to be a father. like at all in his entire life. but when it happened unexpectedly, he was supported by family and his closest friends, and he gradually developed more confidence in himself. as each day with his little girl chin-sun passed by, seungmin felt more and more love and comfort. chin-sun brought him comfort.

she still does to this day, as she grows closer to turning 3 years old. you can see the comfort seungmin feels in the way he picks your little girl up to playfully spin her around, or the way he lets her wear his shirt after bathtime even if it's the size of a tent on her. the way he kisses her forehead every night after she falls asleep, and the way he sings to her at least once every day.

like right now, as it's cleanup time in chin-sun's play room before dinner, you can hear seungmin singing. it's a little distant over the bubbling of the food on the stovetop, but you know it by heart and hum along to yourself anyway. it's called "the cleanup" song and seungmin made it up himself to encourage your little girl to have fun while doing things she's supposed to do. there's songs for bathtime, bedtime, driving to grandma's house, and so on. it's so creative, and one of the cutest things you've ever seen your husband do.

you know that some people who don't know him well may find seungmin blunt or standoffish, but you know how he really is. he'd do anything for his two favorite girls, and he becomes a better dad day by day, if that's even possible.

"okay silly, time to go eat. you did a great job singing! you'll be just like your appa one day, right? i already bet your eomma that you will so."

jeongin: jeongin honestly never thought much about kids or having them. but the day you announced you were pregnant, he was immediately filled with determination to take very good care of his wife and child. he worked so hard right off the bat, like reading books on pregnancy and birthing or calling his dad to ask for advice on being one himself. of course as you were farther along in your pregnancy, the more protective jeongin got. he hardly let you do anything, because all he wanted was for you to relax and stay safe.

the day your son haneul came along, jeongin was just beaming with pride, and he told you multiple times how thankful he was to you for providing him with something so precious. that night in the hospital that you were kept in overnight just to be safe, jeongin once again promised himself to be the best father and husband he could ever be before dozing off in the rickety old chair placed right next to your bed.

now, a year later, haneul really is just one happy little boy. always smiling and giggling, and he absolutely loves giving people hugs and kisses. jeongin was never the overly affectionate type, but now all he loves to do is give his son some hugs and kisses. his uncles absolutely adore it as well and love to babysit him when possible. basically, haneul just has a way of making everyone around him happy.

you're so thankful your husband spends these happy moments with your son the most. little things like seeing jeongin pick cute little designer shoes for hanuel's outfits, or seeing him patiently let haneul climb all over him as he sits on the couch. it's just so sweet to see. jeongin really did turn out to be the amazing father he promised to be, didn't he?

"having fun, son? yeah? ah hannie, lift your leg a little bit, you got appa's hair."

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cupid-styles · 6 months

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touch me here (sugar daddy h)

the final fall/halloween-themed blurb !!!! thank you so much to everyone who read, reblogged, liked etc etc etc any of the writing I put out this month. it was definitely a challenge to post twice a week but I'm so happy to be rounding it out with this reader's choice blurb :))))

in which mia and harry celebrate halloween at a sex club, things get spicy, and harry realizes something big

word count: 2.1k

content warnings: smut (exhibitionism, dirty talk, cum play, voyeurism, daddy kink, a tiny bit of degradation and impact play if you squint, description of facials/multiple partners in a mmf threesome)

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"You wanna go where?"

In Harry's classic, slightly annoying way, he lets out a cackle before taking a sip of his wine. Mia's jaw is still slack, a look of confusion and shock clearly etched on her face. She's not sure why her boyfriend isn't more surprised that his suggestion elicited this type of reaction, but part of her assumes he's just messing with her for his own weird entertainment.

"A sex club," he shrugs nonchalantly, and Mia wishes he would spill his wine on the crisp button down he wore to work today, "I've gone a couple of times and I like it. They're throwing some sort of Halloween event, figured it could be fun."

"You've gone?"

He nods, "Yeah, before we met, of course. There's no pressure, it's all anonymous. Since we don't have any plans for Halloween—"

"I told you Rena is throwing a party—"

"And I'm not going to a student-thrown party," he says through furrowed brows as Mia's shoulders deflate, "This could be something fun. Different."

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she attempts to conceptualize it, but she doesn't know the first thing about sex clubs, so it's difficult to even imagine what it would be like. Harry can tell her anxiety is quickly growing so he sets his glass down on the coffee table and places his hand on her thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

"We don't have to, baby. It was just an idea. No pressure."

"I just... what is it like?" she asks softly, and his eyes widen slightly at her piqued interest.

"It's intense, but also laidback if that makes sense," he says, his throat bobbing as he swallows, "You can watch or you can partake, or you can just sit and talk to people. You get a wristband if you're not interested in chatting with strangers or joining certain... situations. So, we would both wear them since we'd go together."

She nods, and he continues when she doesn't outwardly reject the idea.

"There's lockers when you come in so you can lock your phone up, so no one will ever be able to take pictures or videos or anything," he murmurs, moving his hand up to her hip, "It's... my experiences have all been very good."

Mia rolls her lips into her mouth, her core fluttering as she thinks about what Harry might have done at this mysterious club. She knows he would tell her if she asked, but she imagines him pressed between bodies, kisses sloppy with spit, him being the mean dominant she adores him to be — all as people watch on, wishing they could be lucky enough to touch him. It makes her skin pebble with goosebumps, a shudder traveling down her spine.

"Yeah, okay," she says breathily, and Harry takes notice of the way she's squeezing her thighs together, "We can do that."

. . .

Mia thinks she may ask Harry to dress up as a greaser once a week.

She can't stop grazing over the sharpness of his jawline and his newly colored hair (courtesy of some messy temporary black dye that will surely take him weeks to rinse out of his shower). His biceps are bulging beneath the formfitting tank top he's wearing, forcing her to take another sip of her Halloween-themed drink so she didn't say something stupid about how hot he looks.

Much to Mia's surprise, the sex club she and Harry went to tonight is actually... nice. She knew he would never attend, let alone take her somewhere, unsafe or gross, but in her mind, she built it up to be more akin to a strip club of some sorts. This is anything but — they signed in at the front, provided official identification to ensure they weren't minors or had criminal backgrounds, and even had to have STI testing done within the week to prove they were both clean. After that, they locked up their phones and any other technology they had on their persons; Mia swallowing nervously when she realized this was technically when she was supposed to take off her clothes to reveal the costume — or lack thereof, really — she wore tonight.

She didn't give Harry much an inkling prior to getting here, instead just telling him that she had everything figured out. In reality, once they decided on their Halloween plans, she took to Pinterest to find costumes she could wear a set of lingerie for, eventually settling on some sort of sexy bat. It was a poor excuse for Halloween, but Harry's jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she disrobed, revealing a velvet black bodysuit, a leather harness strapped over her torso, and a lacy collar around her neck to resemble bat ears.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he muttered, pushing her up against the cool lockers, his thumbs digging into her hipbones, "Or you just want me to kill every person who looks at you in there."

She'd just smirked cheekily and slipped out of his grasp.

Which, all of that being said, is how they ended up here.

They both wore red bracelets around their wrists, signifying that they're not open to anyone else joining. They hadn't really discussed what their plans were for the night, instead just agreeing that they'd do whatever made them most comfortable, even if that meant just renting a room upstairs to be in private. However, Mia didn't expect to sit on the sidelines next to Harry, his hand wrapped protectively over her stocking-clad thigh, as they watch a beautiful blonde girl deep throat two guys.

"Are you doing alright?" Harry asks, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know it's intense. We can leave at any time."

Instead, she just nods, her bottom lip tucked under her teeth. "No, I... I like it. I'm okay."

He smirks, his fingers dancing along the inside of her thigh. "Is this turning you on, sweetheart?"

Again, she nods, her eyes glued to the slight bulge in the girl's throat from sucking one of the men off.

"Do you want to go upstairs so I can touch this pretty pussy?"

Mia swallows and tears her gaze away from the show in front of them. She wraps her hand around his wrist and gently pushes it closer to her core, panting slightly as she watches the cogs turn in his brain.

"You want me to touch you here?" he asks through raised eyebrows, "Are y'sure baby? There's no pressure just because other people are doing that."

He's right, there's a few other couplings and trios on the side also watching, touching themselves or the people they're with. Realistically, though, it's the only reason why she feels comfortable enough to request this from him, knowing that she likely won't be the object of anyone's affection.

"If you want to," she breathes out, "We can go upstairs if you'd prefer— I'm fine with whatever."

Harry chuckles. "I'm perfectly okay with showing off daddy's sweet pussy knowing that no one else can get a taste."

She shudders at that, her eyes fluttering closed as he uses featherlight strokes to brush over the covered clit.

"But you know the safe word, hm?" he asks, pressing a kiss to her temple, "Any time, we're done."

"Yes, daddy."

He lets out a groan and gently pulls her into his lap, spreading her thighs over his own. He makes quick work to push her bodysuit out of the way, revealing her glistening lips to the room, her hole already pulsating just at the thought of being so open. She can feel his erection pressing into her back, wanting nothing more to twist her body around so she can bounce on his cock, but the thought is too nerve-wracking for her to take action.

She sighs out in relief when he begins to run his fingertips over her clit, lulling her head back against his shoulder. He smiles gently and kisses her hair, his chest vibrating as he speaks lowly into her ear.

"Do you like watching them?"

She nods, biting her lip. "She's pretty."

"Yeah?" he smirks, "Do you like being watched?"

"'s fun. Like knowing people can see." she murmurs. He winds his other arm around her waist and tugs at the harness around her chest, a gasp leaving her mouth.

"I like this. Did you wear it for them or for me?"

"You, daddy."

Harry hums and moves his hand up to her mouth, plucking at her bottom lip. She gets the hint immediately and unhinges her jaw, allowing him to sink his thumb inside. She sucks greedily and he pushes a finger into her pulsating hole, the sound of her moan muffled.

"There you go, baby," he grunts as she grinds her hips lightly, the friction going straight to his plumping length. "Just take it like the good girl you are, hm?"

Her walls clench around his finger, the praise going straight to her pussy. With a smirk, he begins to thumb at her clit, rubbing small circles into the bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," she whimpers. He's pumping steadily and she swears she can feel her arousal dripping down to Harry's pants as she watches one of the men finish on the blonde girl's face. With her eyes flutter back open, streaks of cum dripping over the apples of her cheeks and down to her mouth, Mia gasps. Harry realizes it at the same time, her hips stalling — the main event of the show, the girl in the middle of the room, is staring straight at them.

He knows being directly under the gaze of someone may make her uncomfortable so he pauses, giving her the opportunity to murmur out her safe word. He's half expecting her to, but instead, she grinds down against his cock, hand wrapped around his wrist to tug at her harness again.

"Keep going."

The girl's eyes are still on Mia as she takes to working on the other man's length, cum still dripping down her features. He glances down to look at her, and he smirks devilishly when he sees that she's gazing right back at her.

"You like her watching you?" Harry asks, dipping down to take her earlobe between his teeth. She nods eagerly and he pushes a second finger inside, her eyes rolling back slightly.

"Naughty fuckin' girl," he mutters, "She's staring at your pretty little pussy, baby. Watching it gush around my fingers."

"Oh my god."

Her limbs are jelly under his touch, the dirty phrases he's whispering into her ear just pushing her further and further to the end of her rope. It's all so much, but she loves it — loves the way he knows how to wind her body up perfectly, two fingers knuckle deep with his thumb pressing circles into her sensitive clit, murmuring reminders to keep looking at the girl so she watches her come.

When the second man explodes into her mouth, drips of cum from both loads drooling out the sides of her mouth, it's what finally sends Mia over the edge. Her legs shake and her walls throb as Harry works her through her orgasm, a look of pride painted over his features as he watches her.

"There's my pretty girl," he purrs, the squelching between her legs making Mia tremble, "Came all over daddy's fingers like the little slut you are, hm? Open up, want you to taste yourself."

Through hazy eyes, she does as she's told, dropping her mouth open so he can shove his fingers inside. She sucks eagerly despite her tired demeanor, licking off every drop of her arousal. Harry smirks and kisses her temple, using his other hand to brush her hair behind her back.

"Good girl. Did so good for me."

She smiles lazily up at him and his smirk morphs to a grin as she presses a soft kiss to his lips.

"That was fun." she mumbles against him. He nods, running his fingertips down her spine comfortingly. "Can I do you now?"

He chuckles lightly at her enthusiasm, "Think we've given people enough of a show tonight, sweetheart. Kinda wanna just take you home and soak in the bath."

Her eyes light up at that and it makes Harry's heart squeeze inside his chest.

"Really?"

"Course," he answers easily, "Even bought us a Halloween-themed bath bomb. Figured it would be fun to try."

"You're perfect." Mia murmurs between kisses to each of his cheeks, a laugh reverberating from his chest.

"I just made you cum in a sex club and that's what makes me perfect?"

"Mhm," she nods, fixing her bodysuit so her bottom half is covered back up. She carefully gets off of Harry's lap and steps in front of him, reaching out for his hands. "C'mon, I miss the heated floors in your bathroom."

Harry cackles loudly at that and follows her into the locker room, where they grab their phones and Mia puts her dress back on, covering the lingerie she'd worn for the night.

He won't tell her tonight, not wanting to fog the existing intimacy of the evening, but he knows for a fact as they wait for an Uber outside the club, bundled up together while she babbles on about how much she loves his heated floors: He's undoubtedly in love with the girl wrapped up in his arms.

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wandafiction · 2 months

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I've Seen The Edits

Warnings: Lil angst, Overthinking, Cuteness and fluff.

You're smiling to yourself as you enter the living room, carrying two plates of food in your hand, as you see your wife on her phone seemingly flicking through something. You place the plates down on the coffee table, bending down to give her a kiss on the forehead and try to sneak a peek at what she is looking at but she is quick to turn her phone off and tilt her head so she can kiss your lips a few times.

"Thank you for lunch my love." You smile, giving her another kiss.

"I'm just going to grab the drinks, don't wait up." You chuckle to yourself when she immediately leans forward grabbing her plate and lifting the peanut butter and jelly sandwich to her mouth.

You let your mind wander at what could have been on her phone, what was she trying to hide from you, not that you didn't trust her but she was only ever on her phone for work calls or with Rose’s dad. You shake your head quickly, trying not to overthink it as you grab the two glasses of water and start heading back into the living room only to stop when you see Scarlett talking to her phone.

"I've seen the edits." You choke on air, stopping in the doorway for a second, your mind reeling at the idea. You knew exactly what she meant.

You see you were a fan when you met Scarlett, still are of course and now you can say your her biggest fan and you know it to be true, and just like any other fan you too enjoyed watching edits and maybe reading 1 or 2 fanfics on wattpad…Okay many fanfics but that's not the important detail, the important detail is that she has seen them….ALL…

"Whatcha doing?" You manage to hide your shock, and now slightly sweaty palms, as you sit down next to her acting like you definitely don't know what she is doing.

"I'm just making a video telling my fans that I have seen the edits they have made of me. And someone also mentioned something called wattpad, which turns out to be an app where people write books. So I downloaded it to take a look and it's interesting." You raise a brow as you take a shaky sip of your water.

"Interesting how?" Scarlett smiles at your question moving so she is sitting criss-cross applesauce on the couch facing you.

"Well I searched my name, because why not, and lots of different things popped up. Did you know people write books about me?"

"Uh, no." You take another drink clearing your throat. "I mean I know people edit videos but the book thing. Nope, definitely not."

"Oh really so Scarlett's bitch isn't you?" She smirks as your mouth opens and closes again as you try to answer.

"I mean I am your bitch right?" She simply raises a brow and you let out a defeated sigh.

"Show me the account." You hold your hand out and she places her phone in it before snuggling up to your side and resting her head against your shoulder.

"So is it you?" You take a quick glance at Scarlett then back to the phone where you can see your old wattpad account.

"Nope, not me." Before you can try and close the app down Scarlett snatches her phone back.

"But you admit to having it." She says with a sly smirk and a raised brow, damn she's good.

"I mean, sure I had wattpad at one point or another." You shrug moving to stand off the couch feeling a little weird that she is finding these things out.

"Baby where are you going?" You turn around to look at her, her phone now face down against the couch cushion with her brows furrowed in curiosity, before she lets out an oh. "So that account is yours."

"We didn't know each other at this point, in fact I didn't think we would ever meet at any point in time. So I decided to, you know, read some stuff and live my life vicariously through other people's writings." You bite your lip pulling at your fingers as you try to defend yourself.

"Okay, but it says here that you've also written a few." She picks her phone back up pointing out the fact you most definitely did write a few of your own books, many books in fact.

"I…I…can we just forget about this. Like I said I didn't ever think I'd actually meet you and it's embarrassing that you managed to find it. Hang on, how did you find it?" You continue to pull at your nails as Scarlett puts her phone down, standing up so she can make her way towards you pulling your hands apart and holding them in hers

"Baby, take a breath. I'm not mad or angry or even weirded out. I just thought it was curious that people not only make edits but also write stories about me for other people to - what did you say - vicariously live their lives through. And as for figuring out that it was probably you, you set your location as between Scarlett's legs. And your little bio thing says that you're a simp for Scarlett and would me run you over with a car." She giggles as you groan. "Oh and the profile picture is of your car."

"Oh god." You let out an embarrassed sigh as you look down at the floor. "Look, you were never meant to know about it, about any of it. Fuck I'm such an idiot for not deleting my account when I got with you, I mean I completely forgot about it once we got serious and only because you mentioned it do I remember. I will delete it now, then we can just move on."

"Baby why are you getting so defensive about it? I've already said I'm not weirded out by it, I was genuinely just curious what people write about me." Scarlett tries her best to gauge what's going on but you pull away from her rubbing your hand harshly across your brows.

"Because it's weird for me, okay!" You scoff trying to get her to understand. "It's weird for me! I was a fan. A nobody. Someone who never in a million years thought that someone that they read about and watched edits about would ever even say hello to them let alone marry them! So yes Scarlett, it's weird for me that you know this about me."

You run your hand frustratedly through your hair having an internal freak out about the fact that she found everything. Your hand fumbles in your pocket as you go to pull out your phone, only to realise you've left it in the bedroom and without saying a word hurriedly walk to go and grab it.

"Baby. Where are you going?" You ignore her, not really hearing her anyway as your one goal is to delete everything off of your wattpad.

You walk into the bedroom in a daze, looking for your phone as your hands scramble around the bed covers trying to find it. Your groan in frustration deciding to toss the cover in the air a few times, not thinking about the consequences until you see your phone flying upwards then down to the carpeted floor.

"Fucking shit." You quickly grab your phone relieved when you see no cracks on the screen and immediately re-download wattpad just to be able to delete everything.

"Baby come on. Why are you being so weird about this?" You turn to face Scarlett who is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. "I think it's kind of sweet that you used to watch the edits and that. Wait, what are you doing?"

"I'm deleting my wattpad account. I can't have you reading what I used to write or looking at what I used to read. Your fans are probably losing their shit at the fact that you know about everything and I'm included in that category."

"Baby. Come on. Don't be so rash. Sure I'm surprised that people write books about me, about me personally. I know what fanfiction is, so I know about the Natasha stuff but I just didn't expect the real life stuff. You would have put a lot of effort into those books, just because they are about me doesn't make them any less than what they are."

"It's just weird. Some of the stuff I was reading and writing, makes me a little uncomfortable that I'm now with the woman it's all about." You drop your phone onto the bed, your profile still on the screen, as you sit down putting your head in your hands.

"Baby what's this really about?" Scarlett pushes herself off the doorframe crouching down in front of you, resting her hands on your knees when she hears a small sniffle. "Talk to me baby."

"I just feel like you could do so much better than me, you know? Like you have so many adoring fans and celebrities no doubt who all love you, and, and…and I just feel like you could do better. We met in a coffee shop where I used to work, and our story started there. That's like wattpad 101….it's just….I…."

"You feel like this is all too good to be true sometimes?" You give a defeated nod, rubbing your hands harshly across your face.

"I mean yeah. I love you so much that it hurts and I know we are married living in this house. We have Rose. But sometimes I go to sleep and think maybe this is when I wake up to find out it's all a dream." You feel your hands being pulled away from your face, looking down to your wife you see nothing but love in her eyes.

"This isn't a dream, my love. This is real life. I saw you in that coffee shop the first few times I went in there, and you were so kind, funny and amazing. I had known that you knew who I was because of the way your eyes went wide the first time I walked in. But you didn't act any differently towards me, didn't ask for any photos or say anything about who I was until you said and I quote 'enjoy your coffee miss Johansson and I hope you have a great day'. I kept going back because of the way you treated me as a normal human being and not someone in the limelight. I fell for you, I crushed hard. Like so fucking hard on you. Who asked who out first?"

"You." You mumble as you listen to her retell the story, a wide smile on her face but a note of seriousness behind her features.

"Exactly. Me. I pursued you. I took you on a date, out of town so we couldn't be snooped on. You sang and danced to your heart's content as I drove us, and I felt myself falling further. The second date you took me to a little private picnic area where I would feel comfortable being out in the open because of my lifestyle. The third date we ended back at your place watching movies and eating junk food. You always waited for me to be okay with something, you waited for me to be comfortable with being who I was in public. You waited for me to feel comfortable about outing our relationship when I panicked because of the media's rumours about me because I wasn't out of the closet. Who asked who to move in?"

"You."

"Who asked who to marry the other?"

"You."

"Who is in front of you right now telling you all of these things?"

"You."

"Exactly. Baby, this isn't a story that someone has taken the time to write and plan and share with others. This isn't something that can be edited and made to feel like you're in a movie or a 30 second video that you watch over and over to live vicariously through your phone."

Scarlett stands up standing between your legs, and pulls your head to rest against her stomach. Your arms wrap around her body holding on tightly as you pull her closer. You let out a small hum when you feel one of her hands start weaving through the top of your hair while the other rubs gentle circles at the top of your back.

"This is 100 percent real. No one needs to write about our love to make it real because we can feel it between us every day. The way you look at me with those soft eyes that tell 1000s of stories, with so much history behind them and it's so easy for me to get lost and trapped in your stare. The way you care for me and Rose is beyond what any words can describe. You may have been a fan first, and I hope you still are."

"I am." You giggle against her stomach and she pats your back lightly.

"Let me finish."

"Sorry." You smile, planting a small kiss on her stomach as she continues her movements of rubbing your back.

"As I was saying. You may have been a fan like so many others, but the person I fell for. The person I love and cherish. The person I hold close to my heart. The person who is in front of me, holding me as I say this. I never once thought that anyone could be better than them because they are the best person I know. Just because you were a fan who watched edits and read fanfiction about me does not mean that I will love you any less. You are it for me Y/n. There is never going to be anyone else. I don't see anyone else when in a room of celebrities or fans because the only person I am looking at is you on the sidelines supporting me, loving me, and waiting for me."

"Your fans probably write me as the bad guy." You laugh as you get another pat on the back, this one a little harsher than the last but the way Scarlett is laughing you know she means no harm.

"Well I think you'd make a very sexy bad guy." You lean back slightly keeping your hold on her waist with your lip between your teeth.

"Oh yeah." You wiggle your eyebrows both you and Scarlett giggling as she leans down to kiss your lips a few times. "Even when they make me cheat on you, because they need to have some drama."

"Mmm, okay maybe not but I also know that you'd never cheat on me because you're so smitten with me."

"Nope, never ever." She smiles against your lips before pulling away and looking down at you.

"Cuddles and a movie?"

"Cuddles, movies and junk food in bed?" Scarlett rolls her eyes with a smile.

"Just this once." She tries to remain serious as she holds up one finger at you but you quickly slap it away and pull her down on top of you, both of you laughing at your silliness.

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You giggle to yourself when you feel Scarlett yawn against your neck, her body is completely on top of yours, her legs tangled with yours as her arms wrap securely around your waist.

"Tired, my love?" You gently weave a hand through her hair feeling her nod against you and a small kiss being planted against your neck.

"I wanna finish the movie." She turns her head slightly so she can see the TV through one eye from just under your jaw and you turn your head so your chin is resting on her temple so she can see it better. "Wait since when were we watching tik tok edits?"

"Since you said you liked them so I've been streaming them to the TV but someone's been asleep on top of me and hasn't noticed."

"My biggest fan." Scarlett smiles as she sits up, straddling your lap with her hands resting on your chest.

"Always." Your hands land on her thighs gently rubbing them up and down as you look up at her, smiling when you see another tiny yawn part her lips. "Holy shit. I gotta show you something."

You sit up and Scarlett rolls off of you with a groan, spreading out on the bed as you dart into the ensuite bathroom. She lifts her head to try and see what you are doing when she hears a few things drop on the floor, but gives up and lays her head back down when all she can see is your shadow moving about in the harsh bathroom light. Her eyes close for just a second before they ping open when she feels things being dropped next to her.

"Look what I got." You smile widely as Scarlett sits up slightly prompting her body up with her elbows.

"You brought stuff from the outset?" She asks so quietly you almost miss it as she sits up properly, her hands ghosting over the products next to her as she looks the items over before looking up at you.

"Of course I did my love. You've been working so hard these past couple years on it and I knew from the get go it was going to be amazing and I just had to show my support by buying it all." You ramble as you flip the small bottles over so they are neatly lined up with the labels all facing upwards so she can read them.

"You brought 2 of everything?" She scrunches her brows slightly and you press a small kiss between them to get them to relax.

"Yes I did because, well, you know how Rose loves doing our makeup. Well I just thought that she could have her own so she could use the products on us before or after the make up. Then I also have one for daily use. Also these are amazing. I mean look at my skin. It's so soft and clear and you did an amazing job and I love you so much." You smile brightly as Scarlett bites her lips slightly, a few small tears brimming in her eyes.

"Baby you didn't have to. I would have been fine with you using your normal products." You shake your head as you move the stuff off the bed and onto the bedside table before sitting in front of Scarlett and pulling her hands into your lap.

"Firstly, as soon as this stuff arrived my old stuff went in the trash. Secondly, I will always support you in everything I do so of course I brought your skin care products. Thirdly, what sort of fan would I be if I didn't buy everything you make." Scarlett giggles as she wipes at her eyes.

"I love you so much. Thank you." You hold your arms open as an invitation for cuddles and Scarlett immediately leans forward wrapping her arms around you.

"I love you more." You say as you manoeuvre the two of you so that she is back to laying on top of you and you start to trace your fingers up and down her back.

"Nope. I love you more."

"Not possible, my love. You weren't the one who used to read books about me." Scarlett hits your chest gently lifting her head up to look at you.

"I guess not, but if someone were to write a book about you now. Well I would most definitely read it." You roll your eyes, giving her butt a small tap and she giggles against your chest.

"Well you do know your fans make edits of you and me. You and Lizzie. Natasha and Wanda." Scarlett sits up quickly looking down at you in slight shock.

"Wait there's more?"

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#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson fluff

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letsgetrowdy43 · 9 months

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Can you make a part 2 to the Quinn and Honey fic? Where Quinn apologizes and it’s just fluff

Late night fights continued ☆—

Warnings: a little sexual innuendo at the end, nothing explicit

Au Masterlist!!

The first part!!

Honey rolled out of bed with a frown on her face as her hand reached out for Quinn, instead, she was met with the cold, unoccupied sheets. Her stomach dropped as she remembered the contents of their argument from the night before, the tension she knew she was going to have to deal with until they figured out a happy ending to their predicament. Hayden let out a quiet cry as she rolled from her back to her stomach, kicking her legs in the hope of her mom picking her up.

Honey wiped the sad expression off of her face as she made her way from the bed to the bassinet, picking up her daughter and making her way to the nursery to change her and then to the kitchen to go and make her a bottle. Once Hayden was happily fed and burped Hun sat silently staring at the clock, waiting for the time to hit eight so she could go and wake up her smiley boy, needing a bit of his cheer to help pick up her mood.

Honey is on her feet the moment her coffee is finished brewing, beginning to clean the empty bottles in the sink as she carefully watched Hayden whos having tummy time in her playpen.

The woman quietly picked up her daughter from her spot in the middle of the living room and made her way up the stairs to retrieve Warren from his bed. She glanced into the spare room from a crack in the door, stopping in her tracks and hiding out the hall, watching her son cuddled up to her husband, the two boys sprawled out on the mattress, mouths open as they let out soft snores.

Honey stood in the doorway for a second, trying to decide whether or not it would be a good idea to go in there and wake the two of them up, but ultimately coming to the conclusion that Quinn needed his sleep more than she needed to wake the two of them up. So instead she turned around and headed back into the living room to continue watching the latest video uploaded by Ms. Rachel.

It wasn't much longer before her two boys were up and tiredly walking into the kitchen, pyjama clad with bed head as Quinn got them both breakfast.

"You sleep okay?" her husband asked as he sat down next to her on the couch, a second cup of coffee in his hand for her, a sort of sad peace offering that he gave her to break the tense ice. Honey shook her head as she took a sip of her coffee, "no, I hate sleeping alone," she mumbled as she looked at him for the first time that morning. "I didn't sleep great either," he said with a raspy voice, turning his attention to his song who was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a kid's magazine as he ate his cereal.

"Warren was awake last night," he whispered and nodded over to their son, "he thinks we don't love each other anymore." "He's never witnessed us argue, we don't really do that," She frowned as her hand lowered to put a pacifier in Hayden's mouth to silence the incoming cries honey could feel approaching, "I still love you if that's what you were wondering." Quinn smiled softly, "I know, It just made me think a lot about our family and how much I really do love you, Hun," her husband shrugged so nonchalantly, the woman sat silently trying to ignore the way her stomach flipped at his confession, "I don't ever want you to feel like your the only one pulling the weight, I don't want to be absent."

Honey nodded as she felt his thumb brush a strand of hair away from her face, "Quinn, you do a lot." "Not as much as you though, and I had no right to come in and not be understanding to the work you've been putting in," he said genuinely as if his one night alone had left him pondering every mistake he'd ever made, "you do a lot and I'm only here when I can be, so I'm sorry for last night," he said breathlessly, like some sort of oath rolling off of his tongue promising her to be better.

Honey was almost taken aback, expecting some sort of fight, some sort of standoffish behaviour from the man. Cause she knew he wasn't entirely in the wrong, he couldn't have known, she'd just been balancing everything on her plate and let it all go crashing onto him.

"Thank you," she said as she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, "and I'm sorry for exploding on you last night, It could have been handled with simple conversation, I'm just exhausted," she said truthfully as her forehead rested against his shoulder.

"Here, give me her," he motioned for her to pass him their daughter, "you go lay down, and I'll spend some time with them," Honey grinned as she took her freehand and grabbed his jaw smashing his lips onto his before handing the baby over to him.

"If we didn't have kids in the house right now I would do unspeakable things to you, Quinn," she said as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom. Quinn's jaw dropped, watching his wife walk away before snapping back into reality, "I could have that arranged!" he yelled out as she got to the door of their room. "You're on babysitting duty Daddy," she winked before shutting the door behind her and taking the most well-deserved nap of the century.

#thelittlesthughesau!!#quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #dad!quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #umich hockey

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jinnie-ret · 4 months

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MY YOUTH | SKZ NINTH AU

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

<---------- back to my youth

<---------- back to main masterlist

chapter 2

genre: fluff content warnings: swearing (?) word count: 0.9k

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Lou was exhausted.

She didn't know if she was built for this. As she stood in the corner of the practice room sipping some water she was feeling a headache coming on, eyes wincing shut as a vision appeared in her head.

"If you don't stay away from our oppas, we'll post that photo online," a girl with a pointed nose said in Lou's face as she shoved her against the wall.

"I'm in the same group, I can't just leave, and, what photo...?"

"Oh you know, caught it clear as day, the one where you-"

"Flo you good?"

The girl looked up to see Changbin sat with her, wait, when did she sit down?

"Yeah, just got a bit of a headache, think I need to drink more water or something..." Lou trailed off.

"Ah, you need to look after yourself more, you sure that's all?" Changbin tilted his head at such an angle to keep eye contact with Lou who was looking down at her lap, confused.

"I think so," Lou nodded, after all, it was hard to make sense of her thoughts when something had entered her brain and interrupted them.

"Okay, you've just been a bit more quiet than normal. Is it those girls again?" Changbin said in a protective tone.

"No, no it's all good, don't worry Binnie," Lou smiled lightly to reassure him.

"Let's go then," Changbin stood up, still cautious that Lou wasn't revealing something to him.

Lou stood up with him, thankful that practice is over and that he didn't keep asking questions. Don't get her wrong, she loved Changbin, in this reality and as a fan too, but she couldn't keep up with trying to always think of answers when she didn't know what her past was here. At least she knew one thing and that Changbin was someone she could talk when she needed, they were just like what she saw on YouTube. The amount of videos she'd watch, all the two kids rooms, the vlogs, she loved it. She guessed that was something she'd have to prepare for too when the time comes.

"We're going to work on some songs now, wanna come with us or you going to your studio?" Chan turned to Lou as they joined the rest of the group.

"I think I'll work on my own, got some ideas I want to use," Lou nodded happily. She had her own studio?!? This was her dream. She loved making beats and her own songs from her current reality, so she was happy that aspect carried over to this one too.

"Well, let's hope you can whip up another 'My Pace'," Felix proudly said to Lou, hauling his bag over his shoulder.

Holy shit she made My Pace?

She wondered what else she had helped to produce for the group.

This day just keeps getting better and better.

"I'll try my best," Lou bashfully said, scratching the back of her neck as she smiled back at him.

"Wow, I get what Stays mean now, you two really do look alike when you smile," Jeongin pointed out.

"Oh wow they do, wait, turn this way guys," Hyunjin commented holding his phone up.

However, with the way Felix and Lou both turned to him in sync, it gave more of a creepy effect than a cute one. Their eyes widened and grins lasting for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"No not like that!" Seungmin burst out laughing at the image whilst Hyunjin dramatically widened his eyes and pretended to faint in horror.

"It's so scary!" he whined from the floor.

"Whyyy?" Lou walked over to Hyunjin and grabbed his phone, before seeing the image and bursting out laughing too, her whole body crumpling from her giggles.

"What is it?" Lee Know raised an eyebrow at his members in fits of laughter.

Lou held up the phone like a white flag in surrender, and when the other members finally saw the photo they understood too. If this ever got out to Stays, they'd have a field day.

"We need to change their name from sunshine twins to devil twins," Han chuckled at the photo.

Their manager suddenly returns from a coffee break to see the group still in the practice room.

"Why are you kids still here? You have free time now," the manager, Sejun, raised an eyebrow.

But that didn't stop their laughter as Changbin and Seungmin recreated the faces of Felix and Lou in the photo.

"I'm out," Sejun left.

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Finally in her own space, Lou took in what her studio looked like. It was perfect, soft tones of green dotted around the room, the comfiest wheelie chair that she could spin in, and recording equipment to die for.

The other thing on her mind was that she needs to find some sort of journal. There must be something here or at least at the dorms that she wrote her thoughts down in. If she liked producing at home and here, then surely she'd have a diary like she did at home too?

Opening a draw at her desk she found a book, but written on the front was lyrics. Well, it wasn't a diary but she could worry about that later. Now it was time to be in her element.

As if.

As if it was her same notebook from home. This is perfect. She really has things working out for her here.

Turning the page to the one she knew had a song needed finishing, she found the start of some lyrics to 'She Plays Bass'. She couldn't wait to finish it and share it, she guesses it would be uploaded as a SKZ Player.

Flicking the book to the next page she grips her pen ready to write more words down, yet there were some already there.

I hate hearing the knocking, the warning that they're waiting

What does it mean?

Knock, knock

Oh shit.

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tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @kpopmenace143 @sakufilms @kai-lee08 @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @cheesemonky @his-angell @turtledove824 @2minstan @royal-shinigami @yangbbokari @lixie-phoria

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joongbin · 8 months

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— DON'T YOU FEEL IT? - K. SM

you're seungmin’s childhood friend who had been supporting him through thick and thin, seungmin hadn't thought of you as anything besides his bestest, most lovable friend he had, until one day he had felt an unfamiliar attraction toward you.

pairings ; kim seungmin x male reader

warnings ; reader is oblivious, seungmin is head over heels, one sided pining (sm).

genre ; fluff 2 angst.

inspired by im serious by day6 .. u could also listen to you were beautiful by day6 ,, set the mood up!! also idk attempted angst

You and Seungmin were friends for as long as you could remember, right up until now. You supported him through his idol life, and even attending a few concerts just to see him.

He appreciated all of them, seeing you in the crowds just made him wanna perform better to impress you, yes, of course his members notice it, but they don't mind.

You two hung out whenever his schedule wasn't packed to the brim. You had asked him to meet up at a local coffee shop near his agency, just to catch up with the recent events in your life.

Seungmin immediately grabbed his phone, a smile on his face appearing as he looked at the notification; it was you. Changbin chuckled and nudged his shoulder.

“ (name) again? ” Changbin smirked at him, earning a slap on the shoulder from the younger male. Seungmin replied to your text swiftly with an okay and a cute emoji before leaving the agency.

He hadn't seen you in weeks since the new comeback, he was busy with music shows, collabs, interviews, and more. He was unexpectedly excited to meet you again.

Seungmin walked through the doors and saw you sitting at a table. He walked over to you, smiling brightly as he sat opposite to you.

“ Min, it's so good to see you again! How are you? ” you say, a cheerful smile appearing on your face. He'd always see this smile whenever meeting you, but for some reason, today he felt different, like butterflies were flying around in his stomach.

“ It's been good, and busy. What about you? ” Seungmin couldn't hide his feelings at all, but he didn't know what the feeling was, looking at you just made him .. feel weird.

“ I've been good. I watched .. well, most of your recent comeback videos. You were great on stage, Min. ” you complimented him, you always did, but today was different. He chuckled, looking away from your gaze.

“ Thanks. Well, um — did you order anything? ” Seungmin changed the subject, not wanting to feel such feelings anymore. You nodded.

“ Yeah, I did. Order at the counter if you want something. ” you pointed at the counter before he immediately got up to order. His face was burning up and he didn't want you to see him like that.

He ordered a simple black coffee before walking back to your table.

As you both talked for what seemed like hours, sipping drinks here and there, Seungmin's heart was aching. Aching for you.

But you didn't know that, and he didn't want you to know. He doesn't even know if you like him or not, maybe you do, or don't. He didn't wanna risk it.

As the days went by, he was left staring at the ceiling of his dorm. Asking himself, why? Why does he like you so suddenly? His heart ached as he picked up his phone and started scrolling through past messages he had with you.

“ Damn it. ” he muttered. Seungmin closed his phone and tried his best to go back to sleep.

It was the next day, and he got an unexpected message from you, one that would destroy him completely. You told him to meet you at the local coffee shop from the last time you met.

Walking toward the coffee shop, there you were, with your boyfriend of 2 years. He opened the door, waving at you.

“ Hi guys. ” Seungmin put on a smile, while you greeted him back. He wasn't listening, his heart aching as you introduced him to your boyfriend and back.

God, he was foolish. To think that he had a chance with you. As you talked, his feelings for you grew even more.

“ Min, I'm so sorry. We have to go now. ” You briefly checked your watch before smiling sweetly at your friend, patting his shoulder as he waved at you while you and your boyfriend left the shop.

Seungmin sat quietly in the shop, before abruptly leaving and going back to his dorm. He threw himself on the bed, pouring his heart out as tears stained the bedsheets.

The members were out on their own today, so he was left all alone, crying as he longed for you, but couldn't. You were someone else's.

He was happy if you were happy, but his happiness wouldn't last long. His sniffles and hiccups filled the empty room, his eyes puffy.

He loved you, but you didn't.

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starsomens · 8 months

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Can you perhaps write a Noah one shot where it involves person A fell first but person B fell harder

Note: ooo cute! I made Noah person A and Y/N person B. I feel like this isn't my best work but I also think it's really cute, I hope it's okay

*ring ring* the small bell of your cafe rung. You turn and smile to the person who walks in

"ah, look who it is! My best and favorite customer" you say coming to lean on the counter of your front desk. You owned a very small and secluded, but popular cafe and bookstore.

"And it's my favorite cafe bookstore owner. How have you been?" Noah asked as he leaned on the counter. Noah had often passed your small place whenever he was back home in LA, but never went in. He then saw a sign posted outside that read "2 books for 1 coffee" So he had decided to go in and see what it was about.

"So, do I have to buy 2 books to get a coffee?" he asked

"No, not at all. All I ask is for some book donations in place for coffee. The books are then put out for sale or donated sometimes. So, just passing on a book to the next person kind of thing." you smiled at him. It was that smile. That’s what started it all and kept him coming back every time he could.

“So how did the tour go?” You ask him fixing him a cup of coffee. He’s come back so often you know how he likes his cup

“Really tiring but it was amazing.” He admitted “how have the books I’ve brought you been?” He returned the question

“Well, I did read through them and I surprisingly really liked the crime and horror one you gave in! I read through it so fast it was over before I knew it!” You usually read the books he brought before putting them on the floor to give.

Truth was you kinda had a feeling he had a thing for you. More because people kept on telling you and you had finally pieced one and one together. You had finally realized you had some feeling for him when he had gone on tour the first time and you missed him deeply.

You kept telling yourself that it was just a Silly crush that cousins work because of his career. Someone like him couldn’t have had feelings for you! Could he?…

“That’s really good. What about the extra one I threw in there?” He asked

“The romance caught me off guard because you usually don’t bring stuff like that. I haven’t finished it just yet though. ” you inform “I’m nearing the end!”

“Huh. How about we sit down while you finish it?” He asked grabbing the cup of coffee, motioning told his usual spot.

“That sounds really nice” you smile at him grabbing the book and coming around the counter “so why did you pick romance this time around if I could ask?” You ask pulling the chair out and taking a seat

“Oh you’ll see” he giggled.

If he was honest. He was so SO nervous! There was a purpose for this specific book! He never read romance, not until he met you that was. So before he left for tour he left a couple of books in hopes you’d make it to the romance novel in time.

“You know i really did miss you coming around” you admit as you look out of the window. Watching as the clouds began to form, raining was soon to come.

“Awh how sweet” he said slightly sarcastically as he sipped the arm drink “don’t worry I missed coming here too”

“Whenever the bell rang I kinda hoped it was you when I turned” you chuckle “instead it’ll be a group of girls, or my best friend or even that weird guy from the video game store” you said with a slight cringe. He knew exactly who you were speaking about. There was a video game store employee who’s come in nearly every day at the same time to order something complicated just to speak to you longer. Most of the time he would hit on you and it had gotten very annoying even after saying ‘no’.

Some days Noah was there and was able to have the conversation cut short. But since he’s been on tour it’s been tough.

“He’s still trying? Even after 100 rejections?” He asked shocked and you just nod

“I don’t know how else to tell him” you shrug as you open the book only having 3 pages left to read "Kinda feel bad at the same time."

“I could tell him for you” he thought to himself

"You know this is really nice," you said flipping the page "just sitting here with you and coffee you know?"

"Yeah I know....Y/N you know when I was on tour. I did have a lot to think about" he said sticking his hand in the pocket of his hoodie. His hands fidgeting with something

"I can only imagine. Even with all of shows you had to prepare for?" you ask

"Yeah, you can say it's pretty important if it's got my attention during tour" his leg began to bounce "and I just thought that once I got back I should tell you in person instead of just a text"

"Awh how thought- wait. Noah," your eyebrows scrunch together as you examine the book "The book is missing a page! It's the end where he finally confesses! Did you buy it this way?" you ask shocked

"No, no you're right it is where he confesses I just." he pulls out a folded page "have the end with me. Liked it so much I had to take it with me."

You look at him puzzled. What could he have possibly liked about it so much that he ripped the page out.

“Noah, you’re acting weird. More than usual that is” you poke at him

“Oh I’m weird?” He shoots back “why don’t you read what I underlined for me?”

“Okay…” you look to the page and see some words and letters are underlined. “____” your name spelled out “will….you…please….let me…call you….mine?” You were completely lost and once it came to you, you’re entire face burned up! You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Your eyes dart between the page and the mischievous smile on Noah’s face , he had this planed all along?!

“Look ever since I came here I thought. I thought….so many things about you. You were so nice and really cool and had great conversations with me.” He admits “then I started noticing how you’d make my heart race. How everyday felt better after seeing or hearing form you. You’re gorgeous, you’re generous, you’re just….so amazing. I knew that I felt something for you…but then I had to go on tour.” He said with a guilty tone

You thought you had feelings before but now it was on a different level. You could feel your heart taking leaps in your chest. Your hands flaky, your mind racing. How could you have fallen so hard and so easily?!

“I….I…” you didn’t know what to say you were just star struck!

“Well?” He chuckled nervously “I-I know it’s kinda corny but you know. You have the book store thing going on and thought it might be cute to-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

“YES- ahem. I mean” you take a breath “I’d, love to go out on a date with you” you smile softly. You test the waters and reach over for his hand that laid on the table. His tattooed hand taking your own and wrapping it in warmth.

“So I’ll take that as you liked the lil plan?” He asked

“I loved it. I didn’t take you for such a romantic Mr.Sebastian” you tease him getting up from your seat and he stood with you

“Well, you could say the thing I was thinking about on tour, or rather the person, was important enough to make me romantic” he smiled pulling you in for a hug

“Good to know”

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#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens cult #bad omens band #bad omens fanfiction

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lovetei · 9 months

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could you write obey me boys with an idol mc? like they just somehow became famous on devildom 🕺 like these kpop/jpop idols! i was thinkin abt a newjeans like concept (attention, hype boy and cookie specifically)!

Hmm, that's so cute. I wanna see the boys watching your private life through your videos!

Damn... This made me want to redo my ROYAL Universe, I put such a small effort in that I feel sorry :')

Never mind, I'll redo it later.

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Obey me universe where MC is an Idol

IDOL Universe: Introduction

Warnings: MC uses gender neutral pronouns, manipulation, slightly dark themes

Links: Masterlist

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Frilly skirts and sexy tuxedo's

The one and only idol that threatened every other groups in the Devildom by simply playing their songs intro,

Dancing at the largest stage of the Devildom is basically your normal by now.

Getting invited at parties where the wealthy and the influential can only enter

Your influence spread like wild fire all across the eighth rings of hell until no one in the Devildom don't know you.

But that isn't enough,

After you conquered the lower class of demons you climbed your way up to meet the socialites

And now here you are, on one of your highly earning concerts but this one is different

There's a different face among the crowds

There's Leviathan

Sitting in front with no one beside him

That's weird, your manager told you that every ticket are sold out and the VVIP tickets are sold at the same day...

No way...

Did Leviathan bought all the VVIP tickets?!

Yes, yes he did.

He even bought a special fan meet ticket.

"Hi! Good evening!" You cheerfully greeted to your only fan that managed to afford your over the top VVIP fan meet ticket.

"Have a seat." How weird, the rumors said he's all shy and stuttery but the person you're seeing right now is no weeb, it's the grand admiral.

"Ah, yes... Thank you!" Even though nervousness is starting to cloud your senses you need to keep your idol persona or else some nasty news will dug themselves up from the graves.

"I must say your pricing is totally over the top but I expected it from an idol whose at the top of the current food chain." Wow, how blunt.

"Yup! This ticket allows my fans have more indept conversation with me!" You smiled with your usual bright grin.

"Yeah, I almost thought it's a bait for those in the noble class. You know, for them to brag about how they managed to get their hands on such ticket." He replied as he took a sip of the coffee in front of the two of you.

"I'll go straight to the catch." He voiced out as soon as the mug landed on the glass of the coffee table.

"I want you to perform for my birthday." You almost choked up on your own spit after what he said sinked in.

"Aw... I'm deeply sorry but my manager won't allow me-" Is what I'm about to say but my manager barged into the room, sweating adn excused herself saying she has something to say to me.

She went closer and whispered something to me "He's willing to pay hundred of billions Darling! Hundreds of millions!"

What? Is he some type of freak? Why would he pay hundreds of millions just to have some idol like me to dance and sing around for his birthday?

MC, Devildoms brightest star who's hiding something

MC who secretly despised all the creepy people in the fan meets

MC who washed her hand throughly until it scratches every fan meet because of the amount of disgusting people that touched them.

MC who thinks everyone, everything is there to help them get on top of everything

MC who practiced the 'genuine' smile the crowd loves so much.

MC who can cry on command that faked their cry on live stage a they accept their most recent award.

MC Devildoms brightest star

MC who's willing to be in a dating scandal with the avatar of envy if it means it'll raise their popularity and their net worth.

#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me crack #obey me idol universe #obey me au #obey me leviathan #obey me idol mc #dark obey me

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ilexdiapason · 9 months

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(part one here) (part two here)

Oli leaves Martyn with his laptop in the living room while he brews the pair of them a cup of tea each in the kitchen. When asked whether he’d like milk and/or sugar, Martyn hesitated for way too long before saying he’d just like to have the same thing Oli was having. So, two teas with milk and three sugars it is. Let it never be said Oli breaks British stereotypes.

When Oli brings the tray back through with the teas, Martyn is still glued to the laptop, looking fairly shellshocked. “What’s that look for? You found anything?”

“No, just… thought I’d go find some of the YouTubers I was subscribed to, see what I missed. Didn’t realise Minecraft had come back in such a big way.”

Oli chuckles and takes a seat. “Yeah - I mean, it was a lot of us playing on Rats, did you never wonder?”

He looks up at Oli, raised eyebrows under that headband of his. “That was Minecraft?”

And…

Yeah, no, Oli’s not even gonna try and broach the implications of that question.

“Tea,” he says instead, gesturing to the tray on the coffee table between them.

Martyn sets the laptop down to the side and picks up a mug (Don’t Talk To Me Until I’ve Eaten This Mug, a personal favourite of Oli’s). He cups it gently, as though he’s not used to the heat - and maybe he isn’t. “Never used to drink tea,” he comments, “though mainly that’s cause my mum wouldn’t let me put the sugars in when I was twelve, and I pretty much swore it off out of spite after that.”

“Well, it’s not for everyone.”

He sips at it anyway - flinches away from the surface, from the burn, most likely. “Nothing wrong with it,” he reassures once it’s safely back on the tray, “just needs a few minutes to chill.”

“If you wanted ice tea, you could’ve just said so,” Oli quips.

“No, it’s - it’s good! I like the…” His hands flail aimlessly, gesturing at a meaning Oli finds himself entirely incapable of grasping. “I promise.”

“Alright.”

They sit in quiet for a few minutes after that, Oli drinking from his own cup and watching the laptop for any correspondence from his coworkers. He’s got some code that needs correcting, which a supervisor sent over, but he doesn’t think his brain is gonna be switching gears from this situation back to C# any time soon.

Eventually, Martyn picks the cup back up and tries again. This time he seems to be able to get a good mouthful of tea down, and another few teaspoons’ worth down his face and on his shirt. “Oh - are you alr- do you need some kitchen roll?”

“Uh,” says Martyn, eloquently. “Probably.”

So it is kitchen roll that he fetches, and it is kitchen roll that Martyn uses to attempt to dab his new tea stains out of his shirt. It’s also at this point that Oli notices something unusual. “Is your arm okay?”

“Hmm?”

“That looks like scarring, right? I mean, I assume it was a while ago, but -”

“Yeah, no, yeah, that’s old. Told you, didn’t I? Cats are vicious.”

He’s grinning, but Oli doesn’t exactly want to take a joke from the old Minecraft server as the only explanation. “Seriously. It’s not more stuff to do with this missing person situation, is it?”

The grin drops. Now, Martyn looks more resigned than anything. “Yeah. Wasn’t, like, torture or anything. I just got a bit banged up. You know how it gets.”

“Erm - well, I don’t, actually.” He’s never got a bit banged up in a way that left him with lasting scarring all down his limbs. “So now would be a great time to get some more explanation, if you have one.”

“I don’t,” says Martyn, quick as anything.

“So, what, I just send you home, and things go back to normal, except you’re in the Discord now?”

He studies Oli. There’s something really cold in there, a light that went out a long time ago. It’s clear that going back to normal isn’t really on the cards for Martyn, that even if this missing situation is all neatly resolved, it’s left him a different person from the one that his family know.

(But again - how do the video games square with all of this?)

When Martyn speaks, eventually, it’s not to answer the question. “Oh, fuck, Doc.”

“... Doc?”

“He’s - it’s this guy I knew, back home, he’s - god damn it, he still lives there, if I - fuck, fuck, I can’t go home, I can’t.”

This sudden switch from broken bleakness to a high-emotion panic is one that Oli neither anticipates nor knows how to respond to. “Hey - slow down, Marty, give it a minute,” he says, hoping that by delaying Martyn he can give himself more time to think about how to help with whatever the problem is.

“Fuck,” and is Martyn starting to cry? “I can’t go back, not if he’s gonna hear about it, and he will, I’m gonna be on the fucking news for how long I was in there, fucking -”

“Martyn,” Oli says, loud and authoritative enough to cut off his catastrophising. (Well, the concern might be entirely validated; Oli doesn’t know who this Doc guy is, after all. Still, he didn’t get that Psychology degree for nothing, and he’ll use the buzzwords if he wants to use the damn buzzwords.) “It’s okay. You’re not home, not right now. Nobody knows where you are, not this guy, not even your mum yet. Which would probably be a terrifying thing to say in any other case, but I’m guessing it’s not as bad for you.”

Martyn nods mutely, tears on his cheeks.

“So - alright, and you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want, that’s fine, but I’m just asking - who is that? To you?”

“He’s, uh.” Martyn’s voice cracks, wet and directionless. “He’s just a guy I know. Used to fix my consoles up for me, upgrade ‘em. Sold me some pretty sweet parts for the PC, too, even had a GPU on hand when the shortage was happening. God, NFTs aren’t still big, are they?”

“No, thank god, that bubble burst a long time ago,” Oli can’t help but smile. “Sounds like he was alright. What was the catch?”

“Um. He… kinda hired me? For something? That was pretty dangerous, but he didn’t have anybody else for the job? And then I realised he was - basically breaking a lot of labour laws, quite recently, did not realise how big of a dickhead he really was until… I don’t know how long it’s been. Anywhere from last night to a few days ago. But if I go home… well, he’s gonna be there, and he’s gonna want that job done, and he’s not gonna care that I’ve quit.”

Oli takes another sip of his tea while he processes all that.

Martyn sits up straight, very suddenly, and announces, “I was not being sex trafficked.”

One choked-on swallow later, which thankfully goes back into the mug for the most part, and Oli is laughing from the shock. “No, no, I didn’t - ack - didn’t even cross my mind, Marty, don’t worry. But that’s… good to know.”

“Yeah,” says Martyn.

“Yeah.”

He picks his own mug back up and, slowly but surely, drains the rest of it. There’s a constant wince in his expression that suggests he doesn’t really like tea, but Oli’s not about to stop him from drinking it if he’s decided to drink it. When he’s done, he clears his throat. “But, uh, yeah. If I go back home, Doc’s gonna catch wind, and he’ll probably find a way to get me right back into the mess I just got out of. And I don’t want that, obviously, so… I’m gonna have to… do something else.”

“I mean,” says Oli, making another probably-stupid decision, “my sofa’s free if you need to crash?”

“No, I should - I’ve gotta make good on my word to Mum, don’t I? Gotta show my face. Just… carefully, and quietly, and not answering to any strange men with retro games playing on their third monitor when they’re not using it.”

“Alright,” he repeats, but it feels more like willingly sending this clearly young adult straight back into the terrible situation from which he’s just escaped than it does bringing him home.

And, seriously, where do the video games fit in?

(part four here)

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gorejo · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

≡ gojo satoru x f!reader

↳ He’s in need and you aren’t willing to give. He’s in the mercy of your hands, but you’re a victim of his play. Gojo Satoru does what he wants, and gets what he needs — reversing the cards to his so called game he liked to play of tease — so that you’ll always be the losing game.

tw/cw: smut, gojo sending an explicit video, teasing, explicit language, mentions of office sex, cream pie. masturbation. teasing. fingering. reader called: babe, princess, my/good girl. mentions of gojo watching porn. gojo called good boy. self-overstimulation. mentions of unprotected sex and deepthroating. gojo calls himself daddy to tease.

✉ : the bane of my existence, here is gojo satoru for the first fic to launch this blog ( : likes, reblogs, comments are all very appreciated !!

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Never did you wake up earlier than normal just to read a magazine before heading off to work. And rarely did you need to catch the morning rush hour on the train, because some lovesick man thought it would be nice to pick you up from home and drive you both to work — all with the favor of also having your favorite pastry and coffee ready for you.

But here you were, in front of the train station, holding the most recent edition of Times where the cover of the page beheld a rather familiar face with the clock reading 7:43 am.

A perfect shot of him simply sitting on a stool, his pants tight on his thighs, dressed up and groomed with his crystal white hair pulled back, his forehead handsomely accentuating his perfect features — especially his cut jaw and clean hairline. With his sleeves pulled to his elbows, buttons undone at the upper two — his thinly defined neck and godly collar bones underneath the fabric — smiling innocently, even candidly in the shot.

Remembering moments before his shoot he fucked you in his sports car, cramped and sweaty as he released his seeds into you, as your soft walls wrapped him fully while his hands massaged your mounds. Gojo Satoru watched you squirm, going far as to wink and shoot you his wickedly handsome smile, lightly mouthing as you watched afar from the back set, “be good and keep it all in.”

“Good morning, pretty.” His voice rang softly and sweet through your earphones, as you sipped on a cup of coffee with a pastry in hand, reading a rather interesting portion of the magazine.

“You didn’t take the car?” He questioned as he scanned over your background, unhappy that you chose to decline his favor of you taking his car to work, yet still delighted that you were taking care of yourself with some breakfast.

“Good morning! Ah no… you’re finished for the day, right?” You responded back, eyes barely making contact with your screen as you scanned through the article, time to time glancing at his photos and mentally noting how hot he was.

“Yea, exhausted and I’m just about to get din —” briefly chuckling as he noticed your rather lack of attent, “hey, my face is over here if you don’t mind? Your poor boyfriend’s been waiting all day for this time. Focus on me.” Gojo whined with a faint pout on his pink lips.

You couldn’t tell if it was the heat piling in your core from seeing how good he looked in the magazine, heart palpitating as if you’ve seen your favorite celebrity, but one thing for sure was that even in his winding down, with his hair dropped low from his shower, his face tired with small bags under his eyes, his thick hands placed over his jaw as he looked at you through the screen, Gojo Satoru was hot.

“I am, I can hear you just fine Satoru,” you responded back as you continued to read the last couple of paragraphs.

“What are you reading?” Gojo huffed as he leaned back on his chair, his elbows resting on the armrest, clothed chest softly moving up and down as he played with the strings of his gray sweats. With no response but a simple hum, Gojo gave up on trying to win over your stubbornness but instead chose to focus his time someplace else — you.

Pretty. You looked so pretty, Satoru thought.

By this time he could’ve been holding your hand, taking his time while driving to work as he basked in the quiet of your morning hum, listening to the obnoxious honking of the city cars on the chaotic streets of Tokyo as he occasionally answered your questions about his impending day, while his thumb mindlessly brushed against the back of your hand… where his thoughts would soon slowly venture to the times where he kissed you in the copy room, where he secretly held your hand in a room full of your coworkers on the elevator, where he thoughtfully planned out lunch dates in his office, pondering especially to the times where he fucked you in different places of the office building leaving you a panting mess as you always complained that you had to fix up your makeup because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for a couple of hours… imaging of his long time goal to have you suck him off underneath his desk as he met with his workers.

Where your muffled pants rang through his ears, and the thrill of getting caught exhilarated his endorphins shooting straight to his cock… where the most recent rendezvous you both at the empty echoing stairway had filled his mind causing him to clench on the steering wheel as his pants started to feel painfully tight and stuffy, as he chucked like a maniac.

Thoughts of when he fucked you dry on top of the conference room, his cum dripping out of your pussy — clenching tight with your inner walls soft and quivering against his sensitive pulses as he matched his hips with yours, cradling you in his arms as he sat in the president’s chair — his soon to be throne as the next heir of the biggest tech conglomerate of Japan — envisioning himself making love to you in front of everyone in the room, boldly proclaiming that he was your person, to reveal to the world of a special relationship — his love for you.

Throwing him off from his trance, as your next words pricked his interest, “Hmm.. the recent Times magazine, the one you did an interview for last month.”

“Its out already?”

“It came out today, got it while waiting for the train.”

Cocking his head to the side, wondering about why that damn magazine was so interesting that he couldn’t have a moment of your attention. Maybe it was your payback of fucking you before he got prettied up, or maybe it was his due to pay for having you walk around with his cum dripping down your pretty cunt, pooping in your lacy panties. But either way, he did recall that fucked you good.

Yet what he didn’t recall was stating anything so drastic in the interview for you to be reading so intently.

“So, babe what does it say about me?” Gojo questioned.

To other parties, Gojo Satoru was a dependable man. He was excellent, he was charismatic, and he was charming. He effortlessly pranced upon the world of business with his sheer natural talent and paved through the havoc of corporate, ending up as the most eligible ‘Bachelor of the Year’ underneath the fine print of also being wickedly handsome — the beholder of the most beautiful pair of crystal blue eyes that could…

“Steal the heart of any person he placed his eyes upon...” Your voice echoed over to his line, where the audio was a couple milliseconds off from the movement of your lips.

Ridiculous. Downright a crime that your lips still looked so beautiful and just so kissable even through the screen of his phone, Gojo thought.

“What can I say, people think I’m hot, babe,” Gojo smirked as his eyes quickly flashed to scan your facade — beautiful, and sexy, the utter desire to have you with him was all that rang through his head. He could’ve had you with him, he could’ve had you pinned onto the mattress by this time — crying, clawing, desperately both yearning for more as he kissed your tears and showered you with his love.

But you weren’t, because you actively declined whenever he would ask.

“Well those people must be blind then Satoru.” You nonchalantly responded with no aspect of your expression breaking in front of your boyfriend, yet the fact of what he said was rather true.

You stared at your screen, seeing the smug face of your boyfriend —the beloved Gojo Satoru of Japan — looking back at you with his arms crossed to purposely show off his flexed biceps under his rather tight white collared shirt that peeked of his toned chest and collar bones from his effort to seduce you.

“You sure?” Gojo challenged you as he combed back the front ends of his hair, exposing his handsome forehead, offering you a small smile yet full of a tease — the one that he knew made you incredibly weak.

“Mhm, most entirely sure,” you calmly stated, mentally noting and absorbing the visual art of your boyfriend in front of you, yet stating the opposite despite the lower heat of your stomach building up and your womanhood clenching in utter desire.

Seeing that you weren’t going to give up on your pride, he decided to throw in his white flag in an effort for you to maybe take pity him, maybe take back on your decision, and just maybe… take up on his offer to send you a private jet over to bring you to him.

“YN?” His voice rather lacking his usual tease and confidence.

“Yes?” You responded, eyes softening as you observed his tired face but yet his cerulean eyes still sparkling and bright.

“Miss you.”

“How much?” You heart softened at the hint of loneliness in his voice. Gojo was always honest with you. Whether it came to his feelings or what he thought, never did he seem to have a filter over his thoughts, or maybe it was simply his due to pay for loving you so intently.

“Just enough that I’m about to board a red eye just so I can have you in my arms tonight,” sweetly winking and lips smiling.

“You’ll be back soon… the month is almost over, just wait a little more.”

“A month too fucking long,” Satoru grumbled under his breath, “do you not miss me? How can you be so normal right now, YN? I’m literally about to die because I’m not inside of — “

“Say another word or I’ll make you wait another month, Satoru,” you quietly warned, face heated knowing what his next words were going to be as you looked around just in case no one heard him through your earphones.

“Bully… they can’t hear you…” he grumbled.

“Still just making sure," you muttered while looking around for any eavesdroppers.

Raising one of his brows, enjoying you squirm at his honest zeal in wanting you, he decided to tease you one last time before you’ll have to end the call, and for him to be met with multiple unanswered texts, mostly of him whining that he missed you, as he waited for your one response during your short coffee breaks.

"When's the last time you touched yourself, YN?"

"Last week," you answered honestly.

"Good girl, thinking of daddy?" Gojo joked, his deep chuckles radiating through your earphones, reminding you of the many tender times when he would call you such during intimate moments in bed.

Glaring through the phone, despite knowing he wanted to get a rise out of you, you still fell into his trap.

“Shut up, I know you didn't last longer than a day” you growled as the apple of your cheeks started to feel warm.

"False, I didn't last longer than an hour. Fucked myself on the plane because I thought of the time we you know what on my private jet."

Rolling your eyes, as you shook your head while you made yourself in the cramped train, "you animal."

“And also, you’ve been sending me the same texts asking to do you know what."

"have you thought about it?" Gojo questioned.

"I have, and although it sounds rather enticing it's ... improper."

"... YN you do realize we did a lot more improper things right?"

"But we did it together, Satoru... it's embarrassing to do that alone..."

“Well, I wouldn’t have asked if you would've just come with me,” Gojo countered.

“You can wait a couple more days Mr. Gojo, your work is more important. And plus... you, me, us? Did you forget?”

“You have too much faith in me to believe I can last a couple more days, legit about to bust a nut looking at you," Gojo stated with a special emphasis on the last few words, “… and no. How could I forget when you almost chewed my ear off listing the reasons as to why you couldn’t just come with me.” Your boyfriend glared with a cute pout on his lips, resembling close to that of a lost cat simply looking for attention and love.

“Good boy, you want a cookie for knowing the answer?” You teased.

Face deadpanning, you saw his breath hitch and his breathing become more audible, as his torso flinched at your innocent tease, with his voice lowering to a more serious tone — you swore you didn't mean it.

“Babe… why would you do that? You just turned me on…”

“O-oh my god, goodbye Gojo.” You stammered, taken aback from his honesty.

Quickly raising your thumb to press the red button, you saw your boyfriend trying to get your attention before…

“Wai — “

… The line cut off and you were met with the reflection of yourself through a darkened blank screen.

You missed him, it would be a complete lie to say that you didn’t feel the void of his presence.

Yes, you could’ve easily followed through with his plan — to take extra precaution of any sort of paparazzi. But you saw how the media absolutely destroyed his other rumored girlfriends whenever they got a chance to snap a photo… and quite frankly, you weren’t confident to deal with that attention, hence why you asked if this relationship could be kept a secret.

Despite having no rumored girlfriends, despite being in a relationship with this man for years, despite the rumors of him being the infamous playboy of the conglomerate world, Gojo Satoru was yours.

Usually, his business trips ended no longer than a week… well after the desperate plea from his secretary, it was revealed that he worked nonstop for the week to course through all his work without a break, in order that he could make it back home in a week… because to his argument, as his lips trailed against your skin, as his hips pushed into your buttocks as he cock ventured inches deep within your caverns, heat piling in his core as he watched your ass giggle with every thrust, growling as the desperate pants of his breath felt vigorous and unstable…

“S-slow down Toru!” You moaned into his bicep, biting into his flesh as the knot in your lower stomach increased as his other hand ventured down to rub against your hardened bud as he fucked you against the wall.

… well to his defense… he would always state,

“I thought I was gonna die without this fucking pussy,” as he pounded into you, only to joke as you both later cuddled in bed reminiscing off the post-sex hormones,

“Babe, it's called withdrawal.”

He’s never gone more than a couple of days without seeing you, and the fact that you weren’t within arms reach, made him want you even more. Sure, he would call you at the most random times asking if you could facetime. With conversations starting off with, “I just wanted to see you,” or, “I miss you,” to “can you just fly over? I can’t go another day without you…” to him shamelessly asking, “hey babe, let’s have sex.”

For Gojo Satoru the more you declined his plea, the more he was adamant on asking.

And the more you ignored his desire, the more he pressed forward.

Gojo Satoru was stubborn. If he had his eyes set on something, he had to have it — his golden trait of being a successful businessman. Whether it be his next business sanction, or whether it be obtaining the next release of the luxury goods only available for select persons or made in very finite quantities — Gojo Satoru always got what he wanted… well, until he met you.

You never simply gave him what he wanted; no, you made him work for it.

The thrill of the chase, pinning after you for a couple of months only for you to accept his offer for a casual, simple date after not only once, not twice, but after the third time he was rejected by you… surely, you made his waiting well worth it.

But this time… this was different.

It came to the point where you had to deliberately ignore his calls, because he would call whining that he needed you. And when that didn’t seem to work, he would send you multiple text messages at the worst times, showing you a picture of his erect cock — his tip fiery red with the veins on his shaft just ready to burst from his overstimulation — as his veiny hands palmed against his length, making sure to show himself playing with his slit as he rubbed his precum along his head, heftily groaning that he couldn't cum without you.

But the worst of it all… He really seemed helpless, downright in agony that he couldn’t reach his satisfaction without you.

You weren’t no saint. If you could have the option to fly over and have his cock in your throat as he praised you for being ‘so good,’ as he kissed your tears just before he fucked you in his hotel bed, with your clothes littered across the room, trailing towards the bed, with your panties pushed to the side as he desperately pistoled his cock within you, splitting your folds out, locking your thighs down with his strong arms, as he kneeled down to taste you with your fingers carded through his hair.

But no matter how much you wanted it, no matter how much you wanted to be with him — to be in his arms, to feel his hot breath brush against your face while making love, to have your limbs entangled under the sheets as you both talked about your days… you just couldn’t.

From: S

sent at 7:51 am: Do you want me dead, how could you end the call like that?!

sent at 7:51 am: You’re trying to kill me huh?

sent at 7:58 am: BABE! STOP IGNORING ME

From: S

sent at 8:11 am: Baby, please let’s try today… hmm?

sent at 8:21 am: I just really need you. I wont ask for much, please.

To say Satoru was frustrated would be a mild statement. Especially after the way you abruptly ended the call, he felt his crotch area becoming increasingly more tight and uncomfortable as seconds passed.

Satoru wasn’t frustrated, he was absolutely over the edge of sanity marking into the territories of carnal lust that glassed over his beautiful crystal blue eyes into something much darker while his long fingers gripped onto his phone as he mentally counted the seconds of how long he had to hear the phone go on dial.

The caller you have called is not available —

“Fuck…” Satoru groaned as he threw his phone to the side just before plopping down onto the bed with his arm covering his eyes.

Porn? No, that wasn’t an option — it was frantically impossible.

He gave up porn the moment he started dating you. Where once upon a time, his cock easily did its deed whenever he popped onto the app to watch his favorite homemade videos — allowing him to cum just before bed whenever he couldn’t get himself to sleep. But now, as if his lonely friend had a mind of its own, it wouldn’t stand no matter how hard he palmed himself.

Damned him.

He could've popped upon some recordings you both made, but he cleared out his laptop and forgot to bring the files with him.

But desperate that he was, Satoru picked up his phone to try again. He tried, he really did… even going as far as to scroll through his old twitter feed just to find his most watched, with a personal high success rate of making him cum.

Groaning as he pulled his pants down to his knees, playing with his limp cock, as he fondled his balls, "fucking god... YN you'll be the death of me."

Satoru tried his absolute fucking best. Fucking his fist by trying to emulate you, spitting on his hand to lubricate his cock just so that he could feel the same at how wet you would become as you grasped tightly around his length whenever he pushed in. He thought of how your spit would travel down your chin whenever you gave him a blow job, how your delicate juices and his cum would stain the silk sheets, or how your pussy glistened under the moonlight as he reminisced of your figure from above while rubbing his length on your puffy folds just to see how far he could reach within you while he touched your lower stomach.

And as he watched the woman in the video get railed by another man, all he could see was how you would look in that same position, with his firm hand gripped onto your waist while the other pushed your torso down. And in between heaving breaths, sweat pebbled down his lobe, he’ll mutter how good you were to him, how your pussy was divinely made just for him, how perfect you were for him, how thankful he was to have you… how much he loved you... and if you felt the same.

"you love me?" Gojo would ask in between kisses, panting while he tried to grasp more of your body, pushing himself further into you.

"Only you," you'll respond, kissing up his neck and making your way up to his lips, "only you my Satoru."

And just when his erection seemed to come alive, springing forth into full glory just like usual… the moment he heard the woman’s voice through the audio, Gojo felt a wave of repulsion travel through his blood ultimately ending his impending high as he listened to her obnoxious moans, leaving a sickening aftertaste in his mouth.

That woman wasn’t you. She didn’t have your gentle touch, she didn’t have your breathy moans that absolutely knocked the wind out of his lungs whenever he hit the plush of delicate walls. She didn’t grasp onto his wrists, desperately trying to stay sane as he pounded you from behind whilst he kissed the back of your neck and nipped at your shoulders. Your moans and your tears were genuine and raw reflecting the cries of your heart, and the intoxicating euphoric pull of your sex, where every neuron and fiber of his body has been wired for you.

“Fuck!! Harder!! Feels so good… j-just like that!!” The horrid audio echoed through his empty room.

The woman in the audio didn’t want him, but you were the one that always held him close during the fine hours of the night, both drenched in the aftermath of post sex hormones, the thick scent of sex in the room intoxicating you both again. Where his strong lengthy arms were wrapped around your waist, his face within the caverns of your neck, allowing him to smell your sweet pheromones, where you’re both cuddled together while you whispered sweet nothings to his ear as you combed through his wet hair with your gentle touch.

And looking down at his palm was nothing but a limpy piece of flesh that absolutely refused to become hard.

Picking up his phone, the time currently being way too early to call you on your way back home, yet way too late for him to still be awake, there was no other way to go around this, he had to do it.

Gojo wanted you to know just how much he needed you, and if it meant that he needed to go as far as doing the deed alone… he was willing to because he knew… just as much it’ll get him off, it’ll do the same for you — well he hoped that it would.

His next movements were fast, he needed to get this done just before the next time you would check your phone — which would most likely be during lunch, so close to an hour or so.

“I got some time…” Gojo muttered as he grabbed his towel to head in for another quick shower, stripping himself bare as he made his way to the washroom.

With his bathrobe loosely tied at his thin waist, with his chiseled torso and collar bones out in hinting display as the small droplets of water traveled down his neck, sparkling on his milky skin, Satoru grabbed his phone and pulled up his camera to hit record.

Setting the lens in front of him, with the front view on so that he could monitor himself, he then settled down comfortably onto the bed.

The lighting of the room was decent, dimmed and faint, but just enough to highlight what he wanted to show.

And slowly untying the soft fabric to remove his garment, without making noise, he was, fully naked with his hair wet. In natural form, where the delicate contours of his heavenly sculpted body were out in full display, his pretty nipples perked up and hard… where the thought of doing this alone ravaged his mind in complete euphoria as his breath picked up its pace causing his muscle fibers to become more defined with every inhale and exhale he took.

Wetting his palm with his spit, graciously coating his cock with his saliva, settling himself into his cold sheets, sinking his head into the soft pillow, he started to play around with his softened dick as the thought of you ran through his mind.

“Fuck…” Gojo puffed out as the first thought that came to his memory was the day he and you shared your first night together. The night was soft and pure — heavenly — both young and naive with breathy gasps and shaky hands as the harshness of the world didn’t impede your conscious and the only thought was to please the other person. Intoxicated and in love, as you both ventured into the realms of having your souls tied together.

The day when he finally got to see your naked silhouette, being able to run his lips across your soft skin, touch you in places that he dreamt of as both your clothes laid littered across his apartment, making a trail to the bed. Where your lacy panties would sit so prettily on your body as he watched you from below while he played with your folds and his tongue explored your sex.

He imagined you moving your delicate hands around his cock, where it felt warm to the touch — wrapped with just enough pressure and tease as you gave his head small open mouthed kisses, and kitten licks along his shaft as he groaned out your name while running the back of his index finger across your cheeks.

“YN… just like that,” Satoru groaned as he imagined your mouth always having difficulty swallowing him whole. Harshly gagging whenever he would thrust his hips into your mouth, just enough that he could see the outline of his dick protruding from your throat, as the tip of your nose met with the base of his pelvis, his light pubes tickling while his balls slapped against your chin.

He thought of your tears and how you still asked for more, yearned for more — desperately clawing at his back while marking up his neck and torso with marks of your love for him.

Gojo Satoru felt loved in your arms — a feeling, an emotion he’s never been able to experience. A deep desire and want that he’s always longed to have.

With brows furrowed as he pushed the front pieces of his hair to the back, exposing his sculpted forehead as he closed his eyes shut, he tried to remember the time where he would spread your cheeks wide, seeing your other hole pucker just right after he would thrust his length inches deep within your caverns as he absolutely thrived over the sight of your cute tight rim stretching the more he pushed in his cock, brushing past your delicate walls of your womanhood.

He recalls the time his fingers drew circular patterns over your clit as you desperately grasped at his hand to slow down, yet his fingers moved even more vigorously as he kissed the sides of your face with his bruised lips, sucked on your earlobs, and ran his tongue along the line of your spine — feeling your thighs shake and your body vibrate in ecstasy, as he whispered, "more, give me more YN."

Remembering the high he felt as your walls quivered over his length as he shot his seeds deep within your walls, how close he felt when he held you in his arms with his teeth sinking into your skin as he came down from his release, how you embraced him into your panting frame, allowing him to melt into your touch, as he heard the loud, honest, beatings of your heart.

With his palms firmly gripping his cock as he bucked his hips up, where the tip of his head protruded out from the end, moving his hand up and down his hard member as he groaned out your name,

“fuckk… YN,” the sound of your name leaving his lips felt sweetly melodic, enchanting even, while a fire in his core set ablaze as his heated breath filled the room.

Totally forgetting about his phone as the knot in his lower stomach increased in pressure —that if he just fucked his fist a bit more, he’ll come to see the end of the day. Bucking up his hips to the point where the curvature of his ass was visibly seen as he clenched his muscles, as his thighs quivered in the pain of keeping in his high, as his stomach flexed — curving inward while his chest hitched with each breath as his pretty lonesome lips formed a soft O as he let out his moans.

Unlike your smaller hands, his were big enough to wrap around his cock with one with ease, but his weren't soft nor warm like yours. Chuckling at how hard it must’ve been for you to wrap yourself around his girth and length, furrowing your brows as you sunk down on his cock from above, gasping while gripping the sheets whenever he would slowly draw himself into you.

Taking his other empty hand to run circles along his slit, painting the head with the clear viscous liquid of his precum just like how you would run your tongue along the head of his crown — swirling his thumb and running his fingers at his frenulum to mimic the motion of your heavenly mouth.

Shooting his head back into the pillow, arching his back up as he anchored his feet into the mattress as he chased after his climax, Gojo pushed for more. His cheeks felt hot, and his body trembled as droplets of sweat trickled down his forehead and littered his chest.

It never took this excruciatingly long when he was inside you, hell… the moment he stuffed you full as his balls were pushed to the base of your entrance, splitting you open as he settled himself it, he wanted to cum. But today, no matter how hard he tried or how much he thought of you… he just couldn’t cum.

Squirming at the tortuous frustration yet entranced with his lust for you, desperately wanting to let go as he enjoyed the pain of his self overstimulation as his cock pulsated in his grip, Gojo released a small tear from his eye as his lips released a quiet sob mixed in with his breathy moans as he struggled to take in his next breath; Gojo finally felt good — the best he’s felt within these last couple of weeks away from you.

The movement of his hips and the pacing of his hands grew increasingly fast — no reservations, no damned care if anyone heard — absolutely nothing holding him back.

“oh god… YN… I'm gonna cum,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

The fibers of his muscles became more defined as he pushed his hips up, with his head planted into his pillow, and while his other hand gripped onto the soft sheets. He remembers the pace you would keep as you rolled your hips from above, how strong you tightly gripped on his cock as he pistoled his length from below when it wasn't enough, and just how soft yet domineering you would get whenever he let you ride him — your nails drawing at his chest, and hands lightly wrapping against his throat as you called him mine.

He recalled where you placed your hands when you kissed him.

He remembered how you would brush your lips against his lips, purposely teasing him as you reached below to massage his clothed erection.

He's memorized the exact areas of your body that would make you tremble, and studied every crevice of your body to know it fully.

And he reminisced the vulnerable moments of you in his arms while yours were locked over his neck, looking directly into each other's eyes, a loving mess as he pushed himself inside, a ticking bomb of the impending release of an erotic high.

And Gojo Satoru tried his best to mimic it all.

“fuckkkk,” Gojo trembled as he breathed out.

He remembers just how perfect your tits would fill his mouth and how good you tasted when we savored you from below. And just how perfectly your mounds would ripple in unison to the thrusts that he made, causing your body to catapult forward by his force.

“L-let me cum…” he whimpered out.

And that’s when he remembered, right when he was about to release, how you would whisper into his ear just before you would place your puffy lips onto his, to muffle his cries when he shot his seeds into you,

“Cum baby for me baby, I’ll hold you.”

And there he was, palming his length as a white streak of cum finally shot up to his torso, while the remnants dripped down his shaft — coating his hand into a creamy color of white as he continually massaged his member with his chest heaving and lips mildly bleeding as he accidentally bit himself from his release.

Trying to catch his breath, as he leaned over to his side in a fetal position, his body softly quivering from the aftershocks of his climax as he laid naked in the emptiness of his room where nothing filled his mind except you — a reality where you weren’t there to hold him.

When he finally managed to trace his mind back to the present, looking down at the mess he’s made, his cum was thick and concentrated when normally it was almost watery and clear from the amount of times he’s fucked you.

“Goddamn…” Gojo muttered, soon chuckling at himself from the pure bliss he felt from getting a good release. The good type of happiness where his body felt weak, and his eyes felt droopy with every blink. Where every essence of strength in his body melted away as he laid quiet and bare on his bed. With sleep slowly overcoming his strive to stay awake, Gojo let out his final whisper,

“Goodnight… YN, I love you.”

...

It was odd that Gojo didn’t text you throughout the day. It was even more unlike him when he didn’t pick up his phone when you called him during your lunch break.

The person you're trying to call isn't available. Please leave a message after the beep.

“That’s weird…” You muttered.

Remembering just how tired he looked when you facetimed him earlier, you decided to not think much of it but to text him back.

To: S

Text me when you're awake, miss you baby <3

… and it wasn’t until you were getting ready for bed that you received a text from your boyfriend.

Maybe he was awake now, maybe it’ll be a simple good morning text telling you he was sorry for not taking your calls, maybe he’ll greet you with a loving smile as he asked about your day, listening to every word you said unlike how you completely blew him off in the morning… maybe it would be him whining again asking if he could finally have phone sex with you…

But it was none of the above.

And all that was sent was a blank icon video file with an underlying text:

From: S

good morning, baby. Aww... you missed me? How cute 😘

unnamed.mov

hope you like it ( : Daddy’s off to work to make lots of money 😉

And to your fucking surprise as you opened up the file, you were met with your fully naked boyfriend, where all 8 min and 34 seconds were of him masturbating seconds close to his release as he called out your name…

Where soon your sex felt hot as your body immediately craved for him and your mouth felt dry in desire. Your hand immediately made its way to your pussy, making small circles to your clit and as you played with your folds just like how Satoru would. You focused on his movements as you heard his breathy moans, as his fists pitifully tried to fuck himself, as his body laid glorious and vulnerable before you.

He was close… just a little more...

“YN…” you heard his voice, only to soon thereafter hear a lowly growl as he gave his hips a final thrust — end.

Just like that, the video ended.

“What?... No fucking way…” you puffed in disbelief.

You replayed the video just to see if you skipped over the ending, only to be met with the same closure… nothing.

And quickly typing up a response, your hands trembling as adrenaline pumped through your veins, knowing just how much your boyfriend was thriving at the idea of you possibly touching yourself, of your cunt dripping wet, pitifully clenching tight with nothing inside of you, and squirming for his touch when he was nowhere around, absolutely begging to have him.

To: S

“Gojo fucking Satoru… send it right now.”

A couple minutes later...

From: S

I'm guessing you liked it?

We can watch it together when I get home in a week.

Gotta go! love you, princess!

Throwing your phone to the side, knowing you lost, your thoughts shooting back to the video you just watched.

It wouldn’t hurt to watch it one more time, would it?

And just when you were about to near the end of his video, your hips bucked from the mattress up, and moans filled the room, your panty helplessly dangled at your ankle, eyes half lidded and brows frustrated, with your cunt dripping down your wrists as your fingers easily penetrated through your entrance, you felt close to your release.

But as if he simply knew.

As if he could read your mind, you were stopped by an alert — a message that would leave you even more frustrated than before, a losing game that you couldn't deny any longer.

From: S

Aint karma a bitch 😉 send me a selfie after you're done, princess.

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