#lowkey had this reply in the back of my head for ages

[lsk3nn3dys]

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳

Dr. Veritas Ratio x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your stuck-up philosophy professor is impossible and makes your class incredibly difficult, so to get your grade up there's only one thing left that you can do.

Warnings: slight age gap (dr. ratio is probs late 20s-early 30s and reader is early 20s), dubcon, dom!dr ratio, sub!reader, blowjobs, petnames (darling, slut), cum swallowing, praise kink, degradation kink, doggy style, missionary, vaginal sex, sir kink, cervix fucking lowkey, and creampie

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Is this basically literary porn (especially with a title like this)? Yes. Yes, it is. I do not regret anything. Lmao, I put a LOT of effort into this (more than I thought I would)

Your philosophy professor is among the most conceited and arrogant people you have ever met. Whenever he gives a lecture, he refuses to slow down when asked and expects everyone in the class to understand what he just taught everyone. He’s an impossible teacher. At first, you were excited to take his class since it’s hard to get into (given you need special permission to attend). Not to mention his striking good looks, which at first captivated everyone. However, his personality did not make up for his good looks.

Your grade is not good, and you need a way to change it. Dr. Ratio didn’t give any extra credit opportunities, but maybe if you meet with him, he’ll change his mind.

So, you wait until after one class so you can corner him. Usually, you would email him, but he’s not the most reliable with that, meaning cornering is the only practical way.

As everyone files out of the lecture hall, you walk over to him. His deep eyes look over the notes he showed earlier as he huffs a bit. His long fingers grip the thin paper as if he’s handling a soft feather. You’re starting to rethink your decision, but by then, Dr. Ratio had noticed you staring at him.

“Miss Y/N?” he asks. You look at his face, and his eyes watch your face change to one of embarrassment and insecurity. “Is there something you need?”

“Uh, I…wanted to ask…” your nerves make it difficult for you to speak up. His expression shows one of boredom. His eyes tell you that time is precious. You take a breath, trying to gain some confidence. “I wanted to ask if we could meet to discuss some things.” Your voice was faulty, but you made your point. Dr. Ratio gives you a small smile.

“Is that right?” he asks.

“Yes,” you say more confidently. “I’m willing to meet at any point whenever we both have the time.”

“I see,” he says and leans back away from you. He thinks for a bit before saying something. “How about now?”

“Huh?” you’re shocked by his presumptiousness.

“I have nothing more today, so we talk in my office now. If you’re free, I’d hate for you to miss your other classes,” he says. His eyes burned bright under his shaggy blue hair.

“I’m free now,” you reply almost meekly.

“Perfect. Why don’t we head to my office then?” he suggests. You nod and become flustered while walking behind him, following him. You didn’t expect him to agree just like that, not to mention you’re going to be alone with him in his office. He leads you up to his office and opens it to reveal a quaint little space. There are two bookshelves on the back wall across from the door, a desk with two chairs that lean against the window, and a small sofa on the other side of the room across the windows. He uses his hand to gesture inside, which you do. You hug your bookbag and softly sit on the chair that faces the windows. Dr. Ratio closes the door before sitting across from you at his desk.

“So, what would you like to discuss?” he asks, his hands clasped together on the desk.

“Well,” you start. “I wanted to ask if I can get some extra–” he cuts you off.

“I don’t give extra credit. I said that on the first day,” he says matter-of-factly.

“I-I know, but I really want to get my grade up and pass with a decent grade,” you plea. “I don’t want my GPA to drag down.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but–” you cut him off this time.

“Please, I’ll do anything. I really need to pass this class,” you plea still. He chuckles.

“You really should not use the phrase ‘I’ll do anything,’” he tells you. “It might give someone the wrong impression.” Your face grows hot when you realize the implications he’s talking about. You think about it briefly, concluding that there is no way that would even work.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things…” you trail off, making the awkward silence even worse. You look down at the desk, contemplating how to drop his class without making it affect your transcript. Dr. Ratio eyes you for a bit; your innocence intrigues him. Your presumptuousness not only caught him off guard initially (in a good way), but now your lack of expertise in conversation in his presence is amusing in some way. He laughs again.

“How about this…” he gets up from his desk and walks closer to you. He stands right beside you before continuing. “You can try with everything you have to try and really convince why you deserve a higher grade, hmm?” Your eyes widen largely at his proposal. “And I mean everything.”

“I…” you can’t the shakiness of your words.

“Of course, you don’t have to, but who’s to say you’ll get a better grade?” he says, half joking. Everything up til now seemingly has been happening so fast. However, you do need this grade desperately. You look up at him, and his frame seems much taller now that he’s so close. Your embarrassment and cute demeanor really are quite something.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask. His gold eyes stare down at you, the cogs in his mind turning to figure out what he would like you to do first. After some deliberation, he figures it out.

“Why don’t you use that cute mouth of yours?” he asks. You look up at him with surprise.

“Al-Alright,” you agree, put aside your bag, and slowly slide off the chair onto the floor. You make eye contact with him again, and he gestures to you with his chin for you to do what to prepare. “Professor?” you ask meekly.

“Yes?” he replies.

“Shouldn’t we lock the door?” you ask.

“Smart idea, Miss Y/N,” he compliments, making you grow warm. He swiftly moves to the door and turns the latch on the lock. He notices your reaction to his compliment. “Oh? Like being praised?” Even warmer now. “How cute.”

He returns to you, and the tent in his pants makes you a bit nervous, but you are not turning back now. You take his belt off and unzip his dark blue pants, revealing his boxers. You cup his bulge and prepare yourself. Your professor huskily breathes out when he feels your hand touch him. You move his cock out from his boxers and let his clothing fall to the floor. His cock leaks tiny beads of precum, and you lick your lips. You shift in your position, your thighs clenching. You look up at him as you begin to lick the tip. His gold eyes look down at you, his dark hair almost covering his eyes.

You swirl the tip with your tongue and watch his face grow red and his eyes close.

“Don’t tease me,” he mutters. “You got to earn that good grade.” You hum in response, and the vibration of your mouth makes your professor shudder a bit. You open your mouth more and take his cock farther into your mouth. Your eyes prickle with tears as his cock reaches deep into your throat. You motion back, and his tip is at your tongue again, causing you to tease the tip again. You use your hand to jerk him off while your tongue is preoccupied. Your professor smiles darkly and clicks his tongue.

“You’re not going fast enough, darling,” he tells you. The petname makes you wince. “Don’t make me fuck your mouth myself. I won’t be as gentle.” With his words, you find a new confidence and once again lower your mouth so his cock goes deeper. “That’s a good girl.” You moan at his words again and use your hand and mouth to begin a rhythm of going up and down his cock. His husk is breathing, and low moans are urging you on. The sound of his cock reaching your throat makes your head spin. You can’t help the moans that are coming from you.

“Jesus, fuck,” your professor curses. “Talented aren’t you?” His head tilts back, and his hand grips the edge of his desk. You don’t stop your motions even when your spit begins to leak from your mouth and onto the floor. His cock begins to twitch within your mouth, and you know he’s about to cum. He grabs your chin and stops your mouth. He motions for you to open your mouth while you spit strings along his wet cock. Your hand pumps his shaft as he shoots his load into your eager mouth. His smile is dark as he inspects his cum in your mouth. “Swallow it,” he commands. You do so without any more prompting. Your throat stings while your seating position makes your thighs burn.

You catch your breath as you stand up. Your professor clicks his tongue again.

“You’re not done, you know,” he says. “I intend to take you in more ways than just one.” You didn’t expect him to say that. “Turn around and lean against the desk.”

You do as he says and lean your palms against the cold desk with your plush butt out for him. He fondles you before grabbing your shorts and panties and swiftly pulling them down.

“You take direction so easily, don’t you?” he asks from behind you, his words beside your ear. “Maybe you’re dirtier than I initially thought.” He moves his hand to the front of your body, traveling down to your exposed pussy. He rubs two fingers over your pussy lips, finding it dripping with wetness. He kisses your neck and holds your hip with his other hand, and thrusts his cock into you. You knock slightly forward from the shock, but your professor’s strong arms hold you steady. “My darling little slut.”

You moan, feeling his cock inside you and his hand on your clit.

“Pro-Professor,” you moan.

“Call me Veritas,” he whispers.

“Veritas,” you repeat. Hearing his name fall from your lips is almost like the perfect aria.

“That’s a good slut,” he says, and the combination of words makes you quiver. He moves his cock out of you and slams back into you with his waist clapping against your ass. You whimper at the feeling. Veritas wanted to get you used to his cock, but he wanted to fuck you so badly and make you his. He grips you tightly and begins his fast assault of thrusts. You cry out, feeling his cock going in and out of you at such a rapid pace. The sound of his snaps snapping into you becomes louder with every thrust.

As you moan loudly, Veritas curses behind you.

“Fuck,” he says. “You’re so hot and tight, shit.” He can’t help the moans that slip from his mouth either. “You feel so fucking good.” His fingers begin to circle your clit almost to a similar rhythm to his thrusts.

“Ah! Ve-Veritas,” you moan. Your thighs start to spread to give his cock and hand more access to you. You seem to love his cock as much as he loves your pussy.

“Feels good?” he asks, amused.

“Mm! Fuck, yes!” you cry. He circles your clit faster, expert fingers playing the bundle of nerves easily as if he’s playing an instrument he’s all too familiar with.

“Want to cum, darling?” he asks. His thrusts shift, and he can hit a spot within you that weakens your knees.

“Ye-Yes! Please! Please let me cum!” you beg. His chuckle feathered your neck.

“Then cum all over my cock,” he tells you. His fingers pinch your clit, and your elbows shake. You quickly cum all around his cock, coating it sweetly. You loosen from his grip and fall to the desk under you. Your heart is beating a mile a minute with heavy breaths, and your pussy is still gushing your orgasm. Veritas admires your fucked out self. You shift your body so your back presses against the desk and see your professor’s expression. He is obsessed with how he made you feel and how you made him feel. You notice his hand is gripping his still-hard cock that is covered in your essence. His hair sticking to his forehead, giving him a glow. You want him even more.

You grab your top and force it off yourself. He watches you remove your clothing, eyeing you like his prey. You remove your bra just as fast, and he loves that you’re so willing. He leans down and kisses you for the first time. His fingers find your nipples and rub them, making you moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss your neck and shoulder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling on his button-down shirt.

“Dirty, dirty girl,” he whispers. His cock slowly pushes into you like before. Your pussy quivers at the feeling of cock pushing through it’s overstimulated walls. He kisses you as he moves his cock to pick up a rhythm for you both. His kisses are wet and needy as his tongue explores your mouth with precision. You hum and moan as you feel Veritas reach deep into your pussy. His hands continue to grope your chest and pinch your nipples. He’s so good at everything. One of your hands finds his blue locks and clutches them desperately. You feel your body heat up from everything. He breaks the kiss once again as he moans in your ear.

“Ah, shit, you’re pussy’s so hot,” he says. “Fucking Christ.” You hug your legs around his waist, keeping him close.

“It’s all for you, sir,” you say between broken moans.

Oh. Sir? That changes everything.

“Call me that again,” he commands, his thrusts cease immediately.

“S-Sir,” you mutter. He kisses you again. His hips move back up again, and every thrust kisses your cervix, knocking you back. The sound of your hips meeting and the sound of your wet pussy getting fucked fills your ears. More than your or Veritas’ moans. His pace becomes erratic, and his cock begins to twitch within you. His hands grip your body tighter as he chases his orgasm. He bucks his hips deep into you once more and cums hard inside you. His low moan resonates despite his mouth being preoccupied.

You both pull apart from the kiss to bask in each other’s afterglow. Both looking into each other’s eyes. Still hardly believing what just transpired truly transpired.

After a few minutes, your professor pulls his cock out of your pussy, making you both wince from the loss. His cum drips and drools out of you when his cock is entirely out of you. He caresses your thighs and hips.

“Did I do well?” you ask. He chuckles before answering.

“Most certainly,” he replies. “Though if I’m being honest, I think a few more private sessions like this would benefit your grade highly.” You giggle.

“I am certainly willing to do that,” you answer.

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#dr. ratio #veritas ratio #dr. ratio x reader #veritas ratio x reader #ratio x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #ghostqueues

[princessbrunette]

thinking about calling pogue!rafe over because your hot water isn’t working and he’s acting all annoyed but he’s lowkey kicking his feet at the fact that he gets to be in your home. maybe even asking him to stay after your shower so you can cook him something as a reward and play house for a bit 🩷🩷🩷

ೀ 🐰 ‧ ˚ 🪽 ⊹˚. ♡

my favourite thing about pogue!rafe is that he acts soooo inconvenienced by your presence. he hates kooks, think they’re so stuck up — so he can’t help but feel to push you away. always referring to you as a ‘stuck up little girl’ whilst he’s only a couple of years older than you. he’d done some work on the house before, and whilst your parents are away you literally don’t know who to call to fix your hot water problem so you try him, pacing around your room.

at first during your call, he tells you he’s got a shit tonne of work to be doing on other houses and doesn’t have time to drop everything for a kook princess. he can practically see your little pout through the phone, but keeps up his attitude until you thank him for his time anyway, sadly throwing out a little “no, i understand it’s okay. i’ll probably just hit up that jj maybank. i heard he’s pretty handy.” and suddenly he’s changed his tune, physically sitting up from his slouched position to be all “shit, okay fine… fine. i’ll be there in twenty minutes just — just don’t call anyone else a’ight?”

he’s sulking when he turns up with his tool box and that muscle tank and shorts with paint and dirt on them — unable to stop sucking on your bottom lip because he’s just so big and strong. he’s ignoring your lustful gaze with everything in him as he walks through to your bathroom. “lets just get this out the way, yeah?” he drawls as he gets to work.

you sit on the sink and swing your legs, not leaving him alone as he works simply chatting his ear off, seemingly unphased by his blunt replies, finding creative ways to shut you down like reminding you “yeah, uh you’re my little sisters age.” however you seemed totally unscathed, only working harder to prove you’re grown enough to take him.

“should be workin’ fine now so uh… just wire me the money n’we’ll be good. doin’ overtime right now so i kinda just wanna go home.” he waves you off and you step infront of him.

“you’re finished working?”

“di’nt i just say that kid?” he drawls and you grin, dragging him to your lounge.

“perfect! look i really wanna thank you specially for bein’ so helpful to me even though it’s clear you don’t want to. let me cook you dinner. please? i got beer and uh… i’ll make it really good. oh please rafe, my parents are away and i’m all alone.”

he sighs like it tortures his whole being, but he couldn’t deny that your house was super nice — nicer to hang out in than his shitty little fishing shack that he calls a home. he’d heard the cops had been sniffing around for him wanting to talk about a little ‘altercation’ he recently wound up in and didn’t have the energy to deal with that. no one would suspect him in the kook princess headquarters.

he cracks open a beer and lounges on your couch watching tv as you prepare the food for him before sticking everything in the oven and heading upstairs to shower. he doesn’t notice your presence disappear until you’ve returned in the tiniest little night gown and damp hair, leading him to the dining room where you serve up his food.

“some real housewife shit, huh?” he can’t hold back his smile as you seat him infront of a hearty meal. you feel all warm at the implication, shrugging modestly.

it’s inevitable that you wind up in his lap after he’s eaten, having sat with him and flirted — leaning over the table with your tits practically spilling out. you can’t quite recall how you got there, in between telling him you had nothing on under the nightgown and him telling you that it wasn’t his fault that men had primal instincts or some shit like that — but soon he was pulling your dress up to your waist and stuffing himself inside you, roughly fucking up into you.

“oww, rafey!” you whine at how rough he’s being with you, not used to being treated like anything but a princess. he can tell it’s an act though, and you truly do love it from the way your walls contract around him.

“nah, nah you knew what you were doin’ inviting me here. what were — were you just sittin’ around with a fuckin’ wet pussy waitin’ on your moment to invite me round n’let you fuck on me? huh? that was this is?” he bucks his hips, holding onto you to completely take control from below, bashing you against the table with each thrust that was certain to leave bruises.

you whimper, pressing your body to his trying to win over some affection as you sniffle. “just got such a crush on you, rafe.” you mewl and he scoffs, taking that moment to pick you up in his lap and place you on the dining room table instead, gaining more control so he could keep rutting into you.

“sick’a you little kook girls tryn’a — tryn’a use me like im some little experiment that you can toss to the side afterwards.” he complains, gripping your hips and practically using you like a toy. if he wasn’t holding you up, you’d be completely limp.

“dont want you with other girls! not — not gonna get rid of you i just want you.” you defend, and finally he slows his punishing pace to catch his breath, staring down at you analytically with parted lips, dick twitching inside you at the confession.

“that right?” he deadpans and you nod, teary eyed. “that why you let me in this princess cunt raw? huh? no protection or nothin’? just… just hoping i pull out? ha…” he chuckles maliciously, starting to push in deeper once more, upping his pace just a tad. “yeah… yeah maybe i should nut right in here—” he caresses your lower tummy making you whimper, completely at his mercy with your legs split. “knock up some kook pussy. won’t just be a phase then will i? nah baby… nah you’d be stuck with me for life.”

he’s got a sick smile on his face, but what he’s not expecting is for you to grip the back of his neck, your bottom lip wobbling with a serious look in your eyes. “do it.” you command and his face drops a little, realising that maybe he was dealing with a girl that had it bad for him. that, or you’re trying to get some sort of revenge on your parents. either option made his dick throb.

ೀ 🐰 ‧ ˚ 🪽 ⊹˚. ♡

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #pogue!rafe

[elliesonlyhoe]

Loser!ellie headcannons .ᐟ ⭐

A/N .ᐟ First set of hcs..😭 lmk if y'all want a pt. 2

Loser! Ellie who lowkey has a collection of plushies that all have names, ages, and probably birthdays (specifically dinosaur ones)

Loser! Ellie Who could not flirt for shit the first few months you guys were dating.. But you on the other hand? Always trying to mess with the poor girl until she's a flustered mess.

Loser! Ellie Who had been too much of a pussy to ask you out for the longest time, just for you to already know she liked you.

Loser! Ellie Who still can't look you in the eyes without getting nervous.

You were sitting in the living room beside Ellie talking to her about how one of your coworkers had pissed you off today while Ellie was looking anywhere but you. “Els? Are you listening?..” You said, tapping your preoccupied girlfriend on the shoulder in order to get her attention.

 “I- I am…” Ellie mumbled, still looking away, the tips of her ears a bright shade of scarlet. You looked at Ellie noticing what was going on, you chuckled to yourself quietly “That's unfortunate.. My own girlfriend, the love of my life, doesn't even want to look at me? How upsetting..” You tease, as Ellie turns to look over at you, her cheeks a bright shade of red “I never said that!” She replies quickly before looking away once again “You're just.. so fuckin’ perfect..” Her own words cause her to be even more embarrassed prior to how much she was before. You try to hold in your giggles as you pull your girlfriend closer to you “I love you s'much, you know that?” you say in between your uncontrollable giggles “ I love you too..” she mutters back “And don't be a dick. Stop fuckin’ laughing at me” She adds before resting her head on your shoulder. You continue to giggle, which makes Ellie start giggling too. 

After a few moments of you two continuously laughing your asses off, you pressed a soft kiss on Ellies forehead. “Now, Tell me about your day, love.” You smile as Ellie begins to give you a rundown about everything she had done that day.

Loser! Ellie who has a separate sketchbook to fill with small doodles of dinosaurs, planets, and occasionally drawings of you.

Loser! Ellie who never fucking sleeps, like this girl will be up til’ late at night doing lord knows what.

Loser! Ellie who hates when you beat her at any game, girl will start making up the most random excuses as to why she lost, sometimes if you tease her about losing she even goes to the extent of giving you the silent treatment

Loser! Ellie who loves spooning (defo calls big spoon before you guys are even ready to head to bed, yet still ends up being little spoon sometimes.)

Loser! Ellie who acts like it's the end of the world when she accidentally interrupts you while you're speaking. Like I'm talking non-stop apologizing and always arguing with you on whether she should continue what she was saying or if you should finish speaking (you always find a way to win the argument nonetheless)

Loser! Ellie who has the humor of a middle school boy.

Loser! Ellie who probably eats lunchables 4/7 days of the week.

“Els, there's leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry!” you callout before walking into the kitchen to see your girlfriend standing there like she got caught red handed, holding a half eaten pizza lunchable in her hand

“I'm not even surprised.” You say arms crossed, shaking your head slightly  

“What?! They're good!” Your girlfriend argues back, taking another bite of her mini pizza 

“Okay Els.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully

“Hey! Don't roll your eyes at me..” Ellie scoffs “Don't knock it til' you try it.”

Loser! Ellie who has a backpack filled with space and dinosaur themed pins (also probably pins with corny ass memes on them.)

Loser! Ellie who either can't accept a compliment, or gets abnormally flustered by your compliments. (It all depends on the day tbh😭🙏)

Loser! Ellie who ADORES taking walks with you near lakes, creeks, and ponds. 

A/N .ᐟ I love Loser!ellie so much omdysss🙏❤

#ellie x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie x reader #lesbian #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #wlw #ellie headcanons #loser ellie #tlou fic

[kookslastbutton]

Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) || ch.I

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 4,187

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), flirty banter, fighting, jk has a bit of a temper, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, Heaven+

A/N: Okay I have been having such baby fever for last few years no joke. I wanna be mom or aunty but my sister won’t have kids yet! So i write this lame series to cope even though it's lowkey sad? lmao. Enjoy!! 🥰

༓ ch. II >> | series masterlist

You’re not exactly sure when it happened but one minute you’re crouched over, sketching in your journal and the next, a child with big brown eyes comes up beside you to watch over your shoulder. He’s a cute little fella, you note. Can't be more than four years old. His hair is ink-black and on the longer side. He’s got on a pair of black and white checkered pants, navy blue sweatshirt, and a toy snug under one arm. At first glance, you struggle to make out the toy but it looks like an elephant.

“Hi…” His hand reaches for you. It tugs the edge of your dress sleeve before reaching down to latch onto a few fingers. You smile up at the child, warmth immediately beaming through your heart.

“Hi sweetheart,” you say. “What’s your name?” You wait for the boy to answer but he doesn’t. Instead, he shuffles down next to you on the grass and points to your drawing. His delicate eyebrows knit together in an inquisitive manner. “What is this?” he asks.

You look down at your drawing, examining it from various angles. It's unfinished but you're working on a sketch of the pond nearby. You've managed to capture the sun-kissed water but the sky needs more work. Being the weekend, you couldn't give up the rare opportunity to indulge in your favorite hobby. “It’s the pond with all the colorful leaves,” you reply.

Blank face, the child thinks before speaking again. “Who taught you?”

Now that's an interesting question. Drawing had always been in your blood since a child. You fell in love with the ability to let your imagination run wild on paper whether it be on the back of your homework or even cardboard. To you, drawing was freedom and discovery. It allowed you to express emotion, memories, abstract thoughts, and to recreate the real world. You typically preferred sketching with drawing pencils but occasionally dabbled with watercolors. You had a gift for it–a natural gift.

By the time high school rolled around, you tended to hole up in the art room, sketching for as long as you could. Your art teacher suggested you go to school for it come senior year which gave you enough push to bring it up to your parents. Determined, you spoke to your parents about it but it was null–art could only be a hobby, it couldn’t support your future. They suggested you go to school for economics or finance instead. You nearly hurled at the idea but you eventually agreed, knowing they’d never pay for you to go to art school. Drawing, as you found out, had to be on the side.

"I had a teacher once in school," you say. "But I mostly learned myself."

The child tilts his head to the side, a puzzled look on his face. “You?”, he says.

You nod your head in affirmation.

“No way! Even I have art teacher.”

You chuckle lightly and move to stand up from the grass, needing to stretch due to your crouched position. He follows suit, still clinging to your hand. “Where you going, Eomma?”

Eomma...That's a name you don't get called often. You're not used to being seen as the mom type. In fact, when you tied the knot with Jungkook, the two of you agreed that having a family was a grey area. You both liked kids, sure, but being parents? That was a subject neither of you seriously considered. “I’m sorry sweetheart,” you coo. “I’m not your Eomma. But, let’s find her together, okay?”

The child shakes his head, refusing to budge. "Mm no," he says, clinging to your leg. "Wanna stay with you." Your heart skips a beat. Children don't typically take to you like this. It causes something inside of you to want to lunge down and pick up the child in a tight embrace. But you nip that thought in the bud when you catch sight of a woman roughly your age jogging toward you. She looks like the child’s mother.

“Si-woo!” She gives a wave. "Si-woo come here!"

“Eomma!” The child’s cheeks rise into a big grin as he watches his mom approach nearer. He lets go of your leg but his hand remains locked in your own. You end up squeezing Si-woo’s tiny hand but then, like a bitter aftertaste, you remember– he doesn’t belong to you. You loosen your grip and allow him to run back to his mom.

“It was nice meeting you Si-woo!” There’s a hint of sadness in your tone but you do your best to brush it off. You only knew Si-woo for a short while and now he’s back with his real mom. You should be happy but when Si-woo’s mom lifts her son, she gives you a scowl. She doesn’t even come up to say anything to you but turns around and carries her son back to their picnic area. You frown realizing you were merely a stranger who little kids are told not to talk to.

You sigh and glance at your unfinished drawing. Suddenly, you don’t feel like drawing anymore. You pack up your belongings in your bag and head to your car, the event replaying in your mind.

You can’t blame Si-woo’s mom for being a little rigid, you think. You’d share a similar reaction with your own kids if you had any–if you had any. You repeat the phrase unexpectedly. Were you warming up to the idea? Your marriage did recently surpass the two-year mark, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to consider having…no, you mentally stop yourself. Yes, Si-woo was cute but it likely wouldn't happen. You toss your bag of art supplies in the back seat and drive home.

“Jungkook! You here?” You step into your shared apartment and drop your bag on the kitchen counter. The smell of burnt wax mixed with vanilla bean hits you as soon as you walk into the living room. “Jungkook you better be home or these candles are going in the trash!” You really didn’t mind the candles but your husband had a nasty habit of keeping them lit even when you were both out of the house. He didn’t do it on purpose, of course, it was accidental but it was too much of a fire hazard to ignore.

“Kook!” you holler again, but no reply. These damn candles. You snuff them out one by one before venturing into the bedroom. Thankfully none were lit in there. You reach behind your back and unzip your dress, letting it pile around your feet. It's a beautiful dress but you were dying to get into a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt.

“Hey honey,” Jungkook says, emerging from the bathroom with damp hair and a towel tied around his waist. You let out a yelp before making eye contact. You've always been easily startled. “How was the park?”

Mentally, you bite your lip. This man was getting sexier every day, especially with that gold band wrapped around his fourth finger. You toss a t-shirt over your head. “Absolutely wonderful. Been a while since I’ve been able to really focus and draw. I loved every second." Should you mention the child? You pause, briefly contemplating the thought. Why not? "A really cute kid came up to watch me draw too…’til his mother took him away.” You don't notice but you nearly spat the last part.

Jungkook lets out a small snort, amused by your sudden irritation. There were many things he knew you could put up with, a resilient woman you were. But whoever this kid’s mother was must have gotten under your skin in the most unusual way. “It’s great you had a good time but you sound borderline offended about whoever this kid’s mother is.”

“It’s nothing really.” You shrug. “The kid came up to me and grabbed my hand. We had a nice talk but then his mom showed up. She didn’t even say hi to me. She just picked up her son and scowled at me like I took him or something. Believe me, I get it. But I didn’t do anything!”

“Don’t think about it too much __. She was probably just worried about getting her son back. I’m sure she did mean anything.”

“I guess. But do I really look that harmful?” You face your husband, hands perfectly poised on your hips.

Jungkook strides over to you and strokes down your arms until your hands relax to your sides. He gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Yes.”

Surprised, your mouth falls open. How dare he?! You give a pout, one that Jungkook finds especially irresistible. “Then you can keep your hands and lips off me for the rest of the night, Mr. Jeon.” You wiggle out of his grasp.

“That’s what I’ve been telling you for the past four years Ms. y/l/n. But you couldn’t stay away, could you? Just had to marry your hot professor, you naughty girl.” Jungkook grabs you again, pressing himself against your torso. You squeal at the contact. Married for two years and you’re still a blushing mess, get it together __!

“I wasn’t the one who was grabbing my student’s ass after class halfway through the first semester,” you quip, gripping his biceps. “I’m innocent.”

“Oh honey, nonono. You don’t get to play the role of a shy little angel who got eaten by her big bad wolf of a professor day one of university. You were already a master's student when we met. You knew what you were getting into when you started wearing tight little skirts to my class.”

You roll your eyes. “C’mon I had leggings underneath and I wore sweaters. If you’re accusing me of seducing you through my wardrobe then you have a very odd way of getting turned on.”

“Honey, how long have you known me? Sure tits and ass are cool and I won’t say no if you wanna show me.” You give a light shove on his shoulder at that, Jungkook chuckles. “But I have a doctorate in economics. Nothing catches my interest more than a studious individual like yourself studying all the angles of supply and demand. Plus, I liked your sweaters. Made me curious what you were hiding.”

“Oh stop it!” You end up giggling at your husband’s beyond-cheesy explanations. “How am I supposed to know my economics professor was ogling my teddy bear sweater for fuck sake?”

Jungkook throws his head back, feigning frustration. “It wasn’t a teddy bear sweatshirt. It was a bunny and it was very cute!”

“Whatever. Point is, I’m not the one to blame. I was a good student getting her master’s like her parents wanted until she found out her professor was sculpted from the gods themselves. Your shirts were barely fitting you. I swore they were going to bust one of those class periods.” You imagine the horrified look your peers would give. Not you though, you'd probably start drawing him. Shameless, really.

“As I recall that shirt-busting happened many times by your claws. I had to replace a dozen shirts in a month from how many you destroyed.” A pair of manly hands sensually trace down your sides. Jungkook leans forward, lips near your ear. “Seems like you had a lot of pent-up energy.” He nips your ear before peppering small kisses down your neck.

“You have no idea.“ You close your eyes, a moan escaping from you. "Professor–"

Jungkook grunts, suddenly suckling on the sensitive skin. “Mmm you haven’t called me that in a while. Kinda missed it”, he says, backing you up against the dresser. You were about to hop on top when your ass hit the edge but a rude, obnoxious ringing pulled Jungkook off you.

“Hey man!” Your husband answers the phone, a little too joyous in your opinion. You knew exactly who it was on the phone–Park Jimin. You bite your cheek, doing your best to keep down a sour face.

“Yeah let me ask __. Hold on.” Jungkook looks at you. “Honey, Jimin wants us to go out to dinner with the guys. You wanna go or stay in?”

Maybe, you think. You love Jimin but his dinners are usually quite elaborate. He always makes reservations to the fanciest restaurants in Seoul, and he required everyone to be dressed to the hills. It was fun now and then but did you have the energy for that tonight? Eh. What the hell. “Sure. What time?”

Jungkook passes on your inquiry before looking at you again. “6 p.m.” You nod in consent and walk to your closet, rummaging through your clothes for something Jimin-worthy. “Alright man, we’ll see you there. Yeah got it, k bye.” Jungkook hangs up the phone and watches you pull out dress shirts, pants, blazers, literally all your work clothes. “Found anything?” he pipes up.

You pull out a dark green dress, above knee-length, and gorgeously hemmed. “I’m pretty sure I wore this last time but–“

“Next," Jungkook interrupts. "Jimin will notice and you know how he gets when people wear the same outfit twice in a row.” your husband fiddles with through his own dresser drawers, yanking out an oversized t-shirt. You groan knowing all too well how tight Jimin ran this operation. One time Namjoon came in the same maroon dress shirt as before causing Jimin to have an absolute fit. He even made the man go home and change. Dinner was late that night.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You rummage through your closet again hoping to find something tucked in the back. There’s bound to be something. “Damnit, I thought I had more than this,” you grunt, finding nothing.

“Do we need to go on a last-minute shopping trip?” Jungkook throws on a pair of cargo pants.

You groan internally. Shopping isn't your favorite activity. It always took so long, and nothing was to your liking. You prefer online shopping but with only three hours until dinner and apparently nothing in your wardrobe, you suppose it's inescapable.

“Come on, honey.” Jungkook combs through his hair with a few fingers and grabs his wallet from the nightstand. “This is for Jimin."

"Alright, let me put some jeans on.” Jimin, you bougie little punk.

You view yourself in the dressing room mirror, a plum-colored dress adorning your body. This is the tenth dress you've tried on and to be honest, you feel pretty good in it. Nothing feels itchy, too snug, or out of place. The dress was a simple, strapless sheath dress and it fit you like a glove.

"__." Jungkook taps on the door. "You're not gonna like what I have to say but it's inevitable…there's been a change of plans."

"Okay," you reply with strain. "What is it?" You unlock the door to find your husband glancing down at his phone. It's a text from Jimin, you notice.

"Sorry for this but we're not going out for dinner tonight. Seokjin's daughter isn't feeling well so they're going to stay home. Yoongi also hasn't been able to get much time with his kids and wife lately so he's not coming either." Jungkook continues reading Jimin's text aloud. "I don't think we should go out without the whole party so I'm thinking about canceling our reservations."

Damn.

"You look beautiful," he says, catching your half-disappointed expression. "I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal," you sigh. "We'll eat in." From Jungkook's point of view, you were upset about wasting an hour and a half on shopping. He knew you'd much rather be back with your drawing pencils or watching a drama. He felt bad. The real reason, the one you think best to keep to yourself, however, is that hearing Jimin's text reminded you of Si-woo again. Further, it reminded you that nearly everyone in your friend group had at least one kid except you and Jungkook. Normally it didn't affect you though, so why did it today? Had the little kid from earlier really stuck with you that much?

"__? Everything alright?," Jungkook says. "I know we had plans and we've been shopping for a while but if you like the dress you should still get it. Jimin will have his dinner again and there will be other times you'll need it."

It takes you a moment but you reply, forcing a fake smile the best you can. "Oh yeah, yeah I'm good. I dazed off for a second there. I'll–I'll put the dress back actually."

Seeing through your facade, Jungkook lightly grips your arms. "If there's something you're not telling me I'd like to know, please?"

His endearing facial expression both soothes you and creates coils of nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You want to tell him what's up. You also want to pop the question that you've both been sweeping under the rug for the last two years. But how? Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you're just in a mood today.

"Have–" You start but the rest of the words don't come out.

Jungkook waits for you to finish the sentence. "Have you thought of any ideas for dinner?" You stutter out. "'Cause I was thinking it’d be easier to order takeout tonight."

Eyes narrowing, your husband stares into your eyes. He's searching for any hint that you're bluffing–shifty eyes and such. You think he's caught onto you until his shoulders relax and eyebrows soften. "I was thinking the same thing. But also, I'm buying you this dress even if you don't. It's gorgeous on you and I know you want it. Now take it off and let's go find something to eat."

You manage to chuckle a "thank you" and slip back into the stall to change into your normal clothes. You feel a slight pang of guilt in your gut for not coming clean to him but you weren't sure if you were ready to tell him the truth no more than he'd be ready to hear it.

“Seriously honey.” Jungkook’s voice carries over the stall. “Are you really alright? Do you need anything?” You swallow hard at his persistence.

“I’m perfectly fine,” you reply. “Maybe a little hungry.” One day at a time __, you think.

You end up placing a dinner order at a local favorite nearby. You and Jungkook take it back to the apartment, curl up on the couch, and put a movie on. You nearly fall asleep after the first forty minutes because the plot is so utterly dry and quite frankly, boring. Jungkook seems to be enjoying it though so the movie plays the entire way through.

Still hardly paying attention, your mind drifts off to other affairs. You think about your upcoming work week, what to get for your best friend's birthday in the following few weeks, and the cute dog you saw yesterday, and of course, you loop back to the same lingering topic–your brief afternoon with Si-woo. Part of you wanted to take him home but Jungkook would have a fit, as well as you know...Si-woo's mother. You snort at how interested you've become in entertaining thoughts about children and taking care of them. As you've covered before, you aren't the mom type.

Si-woo and his mother looked very similar though. They shared the same hair color, eyes, and face shape. You wonder what his father looked. Did he have long hair too? Did he share the same lips? Before you can stop yourself from going further you wonder how identical your own child might be to you and Jungkook. Would your child love the arts like you or the social sciences like your husband? You suppose it could be a blend since you technically have a master's in economics yourself. You'd much rather be owning and operating an art museum or being a studio art professor but that's beside the point. Your child would be free to venture down their own path. That is if you have any.

You shift your eyes to Jungkook who's concentrating heavily on the movie. He's a wonderful husband, you sigh, full of love. No doubt he'd make a great father but did he want to? Jungkook never really mentioned it before and neither did you. When you first start dating you had a brief talk about children and building a family but you were still in school then and Jungkook was swamped with his teaching responsibilities. Children weren't something that either of you felt like you could handle at the time. After you'd gotten married there was an opportunity to discuss it again but you were both quite comfortable with it being just the two of you. Today is the first day you've shown any serious aversion to your comfortable lifestyle–you want a baby.

Once the credit scenes appear Jungkook feels your eyes burn through him from your lounged position. "You're making that face again," he says.

"There's no face."

"Yes there is."

"I don't think so."

Patience running thin, the tone in your husband's voice gets firmer. He's not angry but it's clear his temper is rising. You and Jungkook haven't had a spat in a while and you really don't want to start now. "I can see that there's something on your mind. It's the same one you had from the dressing room and I'm pretty sure it isn't about food this time."

"I don't know what you want me to say," you mumble tiredly. You sit up straight. "My face is my face."

"Honey, I know there's something going on that you're not telling me. Is this about that kid's mother from earlier? Because I'm certain it wasn't personal."

"No, it's not about that at all. It's just been a long week and I'm exhausted," you lie, yawning as if on queue. Jungkook grips the couch arm in agitation. He isn't sure what's going on but he isn't letting you go to bed without getting to the bottom of it.

"You're not having second thoughts about our marriage are you?" He throws the idea out there, hoping its obvious inaccuracy will push you to tell him the truth. You grimace at the guess.

"That's ridiculous!" You sneer. "How could you think that?"

"Well maybe because you're not telling me anything else?" Jungkook tosses his hands up. "I mean who knows, it could be anything. Was it the movie? Shopping? Are you horny? What the fuck is it?!" You jump at his sudden outburst.

"No it's none of those–"

"Look," Jungkook cuts shortly. "Will you just tell me so we can deal with it?!" You throw him a nasty look.

"Just deal with it? Like it's some kind of nuisance of an issue that needs treatment?" You jump up from the couch and head to your bedroom in a fury, your husband hot on your trail.

"I don't mean to be pissing you off, sweetheart but I know something's up." He follows you into the bathroom, watching you reach for your toothbrush. "Can you please slow down and talk to me?" He grabs the toothpaste before you can, forcing you to stop in your tracks. You feel your body starting to shake, eyes tearing up. You friggin' hate fighting and you hate being so unsure about telling him the truth–that you want a family. You're scared of his response most. What if he says no?

Realizing your nervous state, Jungkook takes a deep breath and softens his tone. He hates seeing you cry and he hates it even more when he's the one causing it. "I'm sorry honey." He steps towards you but you flinch away. You're not ready to be touched yet.

"I–I want...I want to be a mom. I want a baby." You wait for your husband's reaction and when it comes you instantly start bawling.

"A baby? What do you mean you want a baby?" Jungkook feels everything inside of him panicking. There's a reason he teaches economics to college students and not high schoolers or below. He doesn't do children, he isn't cut out for it. He'll babysit of his hyung's kids from time to time but at the end of the day, they aren't coming back home with him. Jungkook was sure his wife felt the same way but now? Now she's tearing up in front of him, scared to tell him she wants a child–one that will be his.

Jungkook takes you into his arms, his thumb wipes off some of your tears. "Honey, I'm sorry I didn't know. When you came home from the park I didn't realize that little boy meant so much to you." You try blinking back your tears but they keep running down your face. He's being gentle with you and you appreciate that but his choice of words tells you his answer is no. It's quiet, subtle, and cuts like a knife.

You break away from him to splash cold water on your face. The coolness calms your nerves. “He didn’t. Never–never mind what I said, sorry. I’m tired and I’m probably not thinking straight.” You leave the bathroom, leaving Jungkook scrambling for his thoughts.

A/N: Lmk what you think, tysm for stopping by 💞

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Can I have some dilf Jake & younger reader (ofc over 18 tho!!!! , maybe like 10 years difference idk )

maybe reader being jakes best friends daughter and them hooking up 😩🔫

also Jake being lowkey mean abt it 😏…

like yk “my slut” or “what would your dad say if he saw you like that - mouth stuffed with my cock” 🕴🏻

NO BECAUSE THE WAY I LOVE THIS IDEA OMGGGG

my vibrator's gonna run outta battery from all these spicy ass asks 🤭🤭😩😩😩😩

You had always had a crush on Jake Sully. He was old enough to be your dad—seeing how he was almost your dad's age and your dad's best friend. You just never thought it would turn into what it did.

You found yourself more often than not envisioning him fucking you. His naked body, all on display, his thick hands caressing your thighs, his being controlling yours.

Every day, every night—always, you were daydreaming of him. Daydreaming of what he would say, how he would feel inside you, how we would touch you...

You imagined being used by him, and the feeling was too much.

You couldn't even look at him without getting all flustered, your ears folding against your head, tail swishing anxiously, cunt growing moist.

And it was almost like he knew. He'd smirk at you, wink at you, give you little pats on the thigh, caress your lower back, smile at you. He'd call you girl, and sweet, and once or twice, baby. But, you assumed those were all signs of endearment. What else could they be?

You were torn between hell and heaven when your parents announced having to take a trip to one of the neighboring clans, something or another about old friends, acquaintances—whatever. You didn't care about that. You only cared about who they were leaving you with.

Jake.

“But, Father,” you'd complained, “I'm twenty! I can stay on my own.” It was a futile attempt at a) trying to hide the excitement coursing through your veins; and b) at hoping you wouldn't have to remain under Jake's care, in his home, for an entire week.

A whole week, just the two of you.

“It's not about whether or not you're old enough,” your father replied. “You're responsible enough, you know your mother and I trust you, but in case anything happens, it would be good to know Jake can be there to help.”

No matter what arguments you presented, your parents brushed them away. And that's how you found yourself, days later, living under Jake's roof.

It was awkward the first two days. You'd sort of try to avoid him, you would refuse to look into his eyes, and you'd be terrified of daydreaming. Every time you thought of sex with Jake, he would ask, “What's on your mind, sweet?” and he'd have this look in his eyes...this thick, heavy look that made you shudder.

Eventually, you settled down a little, growing more comfortable around him.

Really comfortable, actually.

On a particular morning, just as dawn washes over the land, you wake up, sweating and panting, from a dream—no, another dream where Jake fucked you, his mouth on yours, his hands all over your body, his cock buried deep, deep in your body.

Judging by the time, you assume Jake's already out hunting. Still dazed with sleep and lust filling your veins, you sneak a hand between your thighs, softly caressing your already-wet pussy.

You sigh softly as relief fills you.

Jake's gotta be gone already, you think to yourself, fingers circling your pulsing clit. There's no way he's still here. He always leads the morning hunts.

You remove your loincloth, bending your legs and spreading them, one hand focused on your clit as the other one pushes a finger into your aching entrance.

You mewl softly, hips rolling against your hands, and you close your eyes.

The dream had been so vivid, so fucking real...You can still feel Jake, as if everything had truly happened. You can feel his cock inside you, his mouth on yours, that stupid smirk plastered across his lips.

“Fuck,” you hiss out quietly, curling the finger inside you upwards, touching your g-spot while your other hand pinches your clit. “Oh, fuck.”

As your body starts bucking with the pleasure, you imagine it's Jake's hand, his fingers on your pussy, his voice calling you baby and girl and sweet.

You're flustered, cheeks bright with your blush, body quaking. Fuck, what you'd give for Jake to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. Fuck.

The vivid image of Jake's eyes, amber and predatory, always sharp and cunning, sends a sudden jolt of pleasure through you.

“Ah!” you cry, a little louder than you would've liked to, but the sound is already out, and followed by a whimper of, “Jake.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jake sleeps not far from you, only a bedroom away, and when he hears you gasp, he sits up, alarmed.

He'd asked Tsu'tey to take over his shift for him, deciding he'd stay here in case you needed anything. The sound of your voice sends fear through him at first.

Something's wrong, he thinks, rising off his bed, quickly walking towards your bedroom.

But as he approaches, hand out, ready to push the flap of your tent open, he hears you again.

“Fuck.”

And Jake knows that sound. He knows it's not terror, it's not pain, it's not a call for aid. It's pleasure.

As he quietly steps closer to your bedroom, a whiff of your scent reaches his nose, intoxicating and thick. Your arousal is strong, it makes his cock twitch, his pupils dilate.

Jake shakes his head, pushing his cock down in an attempt to brush off the arousal.

What's wrong with me? Listening to the poor thing touch herself in there...as if I had any right.

Still, he doesn't walk away. He's about to, though, when another of your gasps reaches his ears.

“Fuck! Jake.”

At this, he freezes, ears perking, entire body going rigid. His cock springs to attention, lust beginning to sear through his veins.

Last he'd checked, you didn't know any other Jake but him...could it be that you were touching yourself to him?

“Yes, fuck,” you whine lowly, the sound of your soaked pussy growing louder, squelching as you fuck yourself.

And goddamn, Jake can't help himself.

He carefully pushes the flap of your tent open, peeking in, only to find you, legs spread wide, pussy on display, your hands touching yourself. He licks over his lips, his cock aching, as your scent grows stronger. He rubs his hand over the erection poking through his loincloth, yearning to fuck you.

He watches you for a moment, studies the way you touch yourself, the way your back arches, the way you throw your head back. Your pretty eyes are shut tight, your limbs quivering, and you poor fucking thing, he can't not help you when you're clearly in so much distress.

“You know, sweet, if you woulda told me you wanted me, I would've just helped you already,” he says, stepping into your bedroom, allowing the flap of the tent to close behind him.

You jerk, opening your eyes, quickly seeing him standing before you and removing your hands from your cunt, sitting up.

“Jake,” you stutter, voice breathless, cheeks growing darker with your blush. “I-I thought you'd—”

“Left for morning hunt?” he finishes for you, smirking. “Tsu'tey's leading today, baby.” His eyes scan over your pussy, gaze turning dark. “And thank fuck he did, huh?”

Deeply embarrassed, you croak out, “'m sorry, I...I, uh...I was just...” You trail off, at a loss for words. What could you possibly say to mend this?

“Touching yourself to me?” he questions, approaching your cot, crawling onto it.

You divert your gaze from him and press your thighs together, hiding your pussy from him.

“Oh, don't try to be all innocent and sweet now, girl,” he says, scoffing. “Spread your legs. Let me see how bad you need it.”

You refuse to meet his eyes, just as you refuse to open your thighs. So, Jake uses his huge, rough hands to force your thighs apart. You close your eyes, ashamed, goosebumps prickling over your skin.

His eyes drink in the sight of your soaked pussy, puffy from your ministrations, your slick dripping onto the thin mattress below.

Jake clicks his tongue. “You poor thing,” he says. “You were close, huh? And I interrupted you?”

You don't reply, only offer a tiny nod before murmuring, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” he echoes, as if confirming the notion, licking his lower lip. “Will you let me make up for that, sweet?”

At this, your eyes snap open, meeting his famished gaze. “How-how do you mean?”

Jake smirks. “I'd prefer to show you. Will you let me?”

You consider it for a second. The opportunity of a lifetime...you're not gonna just let it slip past you...right?

“But you—What about my father? My mother?” you ask, voice quivering, and Jake can hear you don't give a fuck about that. You're just trying to be the good girl you always are, always trying to follow the rules and meet the expectations.

“Forget about them,” he replies. “They're not here to stop us, hm?”

You stare into his eyes for one, two, three seconds before nodding. “Okay,” you say quietly. “Show me.”

Jake smirks, his cock fidgets under his loincloth, and he removes the item of clothing. Your eyes fall to his cock, pupils growing wide at the sight.

Overcome with lust, you rise to your knees, asking, “Can-can I touch it?”

Jake groans at the request, throwing his head back. “Fuck,” he gasps. “'f course you can, sweet. You see how hard it is? It's for you, baby.”

You shyly reach for him, hand a little unsure as it wraps around his cock. The moment you touch him, Jake grunts softly, and you jerk him slowly, gently, glancing up at his face as he stares down at you.

Your big doe eyes find his predatory gaze. His lips are parted, little breaths leaving his mouth as you inch yourself closer. You place a kiss on the tip and Jake hisses. He wants to push you on your back and just fuck you, but he doesn't want to scare you off.

You lick his underside experimentally, keeping your eyes on his cock, and he watches, enthralled, as you play with him. The look of curiosity and amazement across your face makes him harder, precum dripping from his thick head.

You glance back up at him and timidly question, “You'll put it inside?”

Jake smiles at you, a cocky, seductive smile. “Inside that pretty pussy, if you'll let me,” he replies.

You nod slowly, understanding, before lying yourself on your back and spreading your legs. “I want you to.”

And Jake swears he's dead, he swears he's done for, swears his entire being is about to go haywire.

He remains kneeling on the bed, grabbing your hips in his large hands and pulling them up so your ass rests on his thighs. Your eyes are wide, excited, heart beating out of your chest.

“Watch,” he orders as he positions his cock against your entrance and then pushes into you, slowly, carefully.

Your eyes flutter a little as he enters you, but you don't gaze away from where your bodies meet. When the thick head meets your cervix, you gasp softly, body jerking, and Jake groans.

This is so much better than dreaming, you decide, clenching around him, making him grunt.

“So fuckin' tight,” he gasps, starting out with slow thrusts to see how you'll take it, and then increasing his speed, his eyes locking onto your breasts as they bounce with his pounds.

“Fuck!” you gasp, hands digging into the mattress below, legs shaking. You can't believe how deep inside you he is, how he stretches you out. It's so much better than your hands. So, so much better.

“Look at you,” Jake says, moving his gaze to where your pussy swallows his cock whole. “Takin' me so well, sweet. Is it good?”

“'s so good!” you reply, moaning, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You didn't think it could be this fucking amazing. “So good.”

Jake chuckles softly, watching you, and he figures he might as well force a confession from your lips while he's at it.

“Was this the first time you touched yourself to me?” he questions, one of his hands moving to your clit and drawing circles on it.

“N-no,” you reply, gasping and shaking.

“No?” Jake repeats, amused. “How many times have you done it?”

“Every-every—” You gasp, back arching, as he pinches your clit. “Ev'ry night.”

“Every night, huh?” he says, smirking. “And why didn't you ever tell me?”

“'cause you-you're dad's best friend,” you reply, whining as he angles his hips upwards, allowing his cock to press against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Ah, I see,” he chuckles. “You were afraid of your dad finding out, hm? Afraid he'd see how much of a slut you are for me?”

That makes you clench around Jake, and he groans, biting his lower lip. “'m a slut,” you echo, nodding. “A slut.”

“No,” Jake says, thrusting into your harder, deeper. “You're my slut.”

At this, you cry out, pussy dripping. “Your slut,” you agree, nodding. “'m your slut, Jake.”

“Yeah, you fuckin' are, aren't ya?” He smirks, his eyes watching your stuffed cunt. “Jesus, kid, what would your dad say if he saw you like this, hm? With your cunt full of my cock?”

“Ah!” you moan, the mere reminder of how wrong, how off limits Jake's supposed to be making you more aroused. The idea of breaking the rules for Jake makes your pussy throb, your legs quake.

“I'm not gonna lie to you, darlin',” he says, groaning. “I've jacked off to you every now and then, too. You and those pretty eyes, and those perfect tits, and that sweet ass. Goddamn. It's fucking impossible for me not to be hard around you.”

You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as you try to meet Jake's thrusts with the desperate bucking of your hips.

“Fuck, this is fuckin' amazing,” he grunts. “You have any idea how much I've wanted for you to suck my cock? How many times I've wanted to eat your pussy? How many times I've wanted to fuck you for hours until you're crying and begging me to stop?”

You whimper, entire body clad in a thin layer of sweat, your cunt fluttering around Jake's cock.

“One of these days, girl, imma make you squirt, yeah? You want me t'teach you that neat trick?”

You nod. “Please! Teach me whatever you want! Yes!”

Jake can feel your body tensing, your pussy growing tighter around him. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna coat my cock with your cum?”

“Mhmm!” you reply, whining, mind too lost in pleasure to formulate words.

Jake increases his speed, his hips ramming into yours, fingers pinching your clit, making you jerk and squeal in delight.

“Come for me, girl,” he encourages, his voice thick and rough with his approaching orgasm. “Come all over my cock so I can fill your pussy with my load, yeah?”

“Mhmm!” you repeat, nodding desperately, body thrashing wildly as Jake pounds you.

The pleasure becomes a harsh wave that crashes against the walls of your womb, threatening to fill you to the brim and then some more. You mewl, back arching, your eyes shut tight and your mouth open. You're gasping, shaking, cunt clenching around Jake with so much force, he drags against your insides almost painfully.

And then your orgasm claws its way out of you, breaking free, making your body shudder as you cry, “Jake! Jake!”

“I know, girl,” Jake replies, his own orgasm so near. “I know.”

As you begin recovering from your high, your pussy softens around Jake and he pounds into you, making you squeal and gasp, before he finally comes, spilling into you. His cum is hot and thick, sticky as it fills your cunt, dribbling out from how full you are.

Jake hasn't pulled out of you yet when he says, “When your parents come back, don't get nervous 'bout anything, kid. If they ask what we did, you just say you had a little bonding session with your dad's best friend.”

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❝i’ve been in love with her for ages.❞ || jack champion x f!reader

requested - nope! self indulgent!

a/n - he’s so cute :3 him and the 1975 is just *chefs kiss* i also got very carried away sorry!!

warnings - drinking, marijuana consumption, romcom ass storyline, jacks lowkey an idiot but it’s okay she’s also an idiot, swearing, mentions of egging homes, also mentions of blowing a car up, let me know if i missed any!!

THE HOUSE was lively and loud with chatter, music, and the stomps of the party guests walking upstairs. her hands were filled a large red solo cup full of foul smelling liquor and a joint in her opposite hand. she took a swig of her drink and grimaced as it was going down, burning. she passed the blunt to her left and stood up.

jack was standing off in the opposite corner of the living room with his hometown friends, answering the never-ending questions about acting and how much money he makes. his reply trailed off and his eyes caught her. the only one who didn’t welcome him home last week, and the reason he’s been moping around.

their eyes locked as she was walking towards the hallway, towards him. his heart beat picks up and he takes a drink to feel more confident. she walks right by him, maintaining the staring contest until she was out of sight. he embarrassingly looked down at his shoes and pretended that he was fascinated with the view of his dirty converse.

she closed the bathroom door and leaned her back against it, slamming her head back. her veins feel as if they’re pumping molten lava into her heart, everything burns, including her cheeks. she gazes at her flustered and flushed reflection, wondering why she couldn’t just talk to him without feeling as if she’ll randomly combust.

unbeknownst to them, but they had the same night routine. stare at their bedroom ceiling and think of each other, waves of regret and sadness flowing through them. connecting them by an invisible string. jack wishes it could go back to how it was before he left to pursue acting, how it was when they were kids, how it was when you talked to him. well, why couldn’t it be? he quickly pulled a hoodie on and slipped out of the back door, heading for the house next to his and picking up the small pieces of gravel in the garden.

she swears she hallucinated it, the sound of the rocks battering against her window. hallucinated pulling her curtain back and her worst fears becoming a reality. her bedroom lamp is on, he can see her when she looks down at him. he stares up and mouths the word ‘lake’. she should’ve shook her head no, she should’ve closed the curtain and went to bed, but she nodded and got dressed.

the night air felt fresh against their skin as they walked the short trail throughout the trees behind their houses to the lake, their lake. they haven’t been since he left, and she still hasn’t spoken a word to him. their steps synchronized and he kept glancing up at her, only for a fleeting second.

as the pair of the teenagers sat on the dock, all they could hear was the crickets song and the melody of wind against tree branches. “why won’t you talk to me?” it almost sounds like a whisper, like it should blend in with the wind. she lifted her head up and starting fiddling with her nails. “i don’t want to welcome you back into my life just for you to leave again, jack. it sounds stupid, but you left. and you stopped texting and calling.” he had a solemn expression and his eyebrows were furrowed. “i’m sorry, i was really busy and i didn’t have any time. i didn’t mean to ignore you.” she nods softly and scoffs.

the sun had rose long ago and was now in its zenith, she was still in bed. she wasn’t sleeping or trying to, she just hadn’t gotten up all day. if she looked out her window she’d see jack and his family in their backyard, circled around the grill and laughing. she hates his perfect laugh, his perfect face, but most of all she hates his voice. the way it carried throughout the air and everyone recognized it. but she’s grown to despise it throughout his absence.

‘please just come with us. idk if jack will even be there.’ she stared at the text for what felt like hours. she decided her anger towards him couldn’t ruin her last summer before she went to college, she could have fun and still hate him.

the beach was already littered with cans of varying liquids and the bonfires were at their peak. she was waiting in the parking lot for her friends to meet her there but they insisted she came down to them. she was scanning the sea of bodies, trying to find a familiar face. the second she’d approached the group a drink was shoved into her hand and the music was turned up, which was already deafening.

he sat on the shore with a few friends, drinking. away from the crowd so he could breathe. then he heard her laugh. the sound he’d grown to miss so ardently, but it wasn’t even directed towards him. his mind starts racing at the thought of a random guy making her laugh that loud. she was probably drunk and stumbling on the sand. he stood up, ignoring how light headed he was, and walked towards the sound of her.

she leaned into the boys embrace, his name was ‘tanner’ or ‘tyler, she couldn’t remember. tanner-tyler almost felt like jack if she focused on it enough, but her mind was already fuzzy. her head was thrown back laughing at another funny story from their younger years. the closed her eyes and listened to the group, feeling very tired and not wanting to engage in the party anymore.

his eyes laid on the unholy sight of her with a guy who wasn’t him. his hand all over her, a smile plastered across her face. he approaches the group and accepts all hugs and greetings thrown his way, but his eyes didn’t leave the girl sitting on the sand. he took a seat in a break of the circle of teens, right across from the scene that would possibly haunt his dreams tonight, and forever.

her eyes opened after hearing his name and hearing his voice piping into the stories and adding small details the rest forgot about. her half-lid gaze was flickering between the hands on her waist and thigh and the beautiful boy across from her. she felt as if she’d might throw up, no, she actually had to throw up. she stood up quickly, throwing the hands off of her and mumbled out ‘feel sick’ and beelined for the bushes by the parking lot. jack watched the scene unfold and began following her, calling her name and asking her to slow down.

she dropped to her knees and starting coughing into the sand, he approached quickly and pulled her hair behind her head and starting rubbing small circles in the middle of her back. she couldn’t even be mad at him, not when he was being so gentle while she was throwing up her guts.

she rolled over and sat down on the sand, wiping her mouth. he was squatted in front of her, waiting for something to happen, anything to happen. “thank you.” she managed to croak out through her hoarse throat. he nodded and hummed. “can i take you home? i think you need to go to bed, drank too much.” she nodded and tried standing herself, ultimately depending on jack pulling her up and walking her to his car. gently placing her in the front seat and buckling her seat belt. “i’ll be right back, i just need to tell them i’m taking you home.”

the surprised and confused expressions amongst the group as jack explained where they’re going. the boy who was wrapped around her like an invasive species of vine piped in. “why don’t i take her home? she was all over me, i could’ve gotten real lucky.” his friends pipe in telling him to shut up and hurling insults towards him. “she doesn’t wanna go home with you. trust me.” a small smile on his lips as he walks back to his car.

as he started the car and handed his phone to her to pick a song, her knees were pulled up to her chest and she was staring out of the windshield. “m’ sorry for making you leave. i can take myself home.” he laughs and it surprises her, her eyes moving to him. “absolutely not, you’re too drunk to even know if the light is green.” she smiled in his direction. watching him as he puts an arm behind her seat while reversing out of his parking spot. she hadn’t looked at him much lately, just throughout instagram posts and whatever tiktok edit decided to show up on her home page.

the car ride was filled with music and a tension that felt as if it was absorbing all the oxygen in the vehicle. the car came to a small stop in between of their houses. they just stared at each other. “i know we just got here but i’m really hungry.” she says with a small smile and he laughed, but she didn’t seem to hate it.

the drive through at the taco bell was wrapped around the restaurant. “are we willing to wait half an hour for tacos?” she nodded and went into detail about what she’d do for a taco. they were laughing, together. he remembered the first day he got his drivers liscense and they went out for taco bell, and ate at the top of the hill that overlooks the city. he almost didn’t hear the crackling of the work out speaker through his daydream of memories.

“i can’t believe you remember my order, that’s so funny” it’s sweet, but she couldn’t say that. he laughed as he began turning into the road for the hill. he prayed she wouldn’t notice until they got there, but the way she got quiet and stared at him, she knew. she had focused her gaze on the passing trees and houses. as he turned off the car and pushed his seat back to begin eating, she looked at the city lights. “i haven’t been back here since you…” she trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence that hurts her own feelings.

“i really missed you, it’s so hard looking at our hometown and going by our spots but i’m not with you. the guys had to pull me out of bed tonight so i’d go to the bonfire. i really am sorry for being an absolute asshole and not talking to you.” his voice was shaky but his eyes were gentle and almost looked inviting. “the reason i was so mad that you were leaving is because i had the biggest crush on you since middle school, and we had this great summer and then you just left. i mean, i’m glad you’re back, don’t get me wrong. it was just really hard.” it was the residual alcohol talking now, no filter on her thoughts that reel against her own borders.

“…do you still?” his expression almost looked like he was begging. “do i still, what?” “have the biggest schoolgirl crush on me?” she fought her laugh at his wording but went silent. “i’m sorry, was that the wrong thing to say? i was just joking-” “can you shut up for one second and let me think about what to say?” he went silent and slightly widened his eyes at her outburst. “sorry, that was kinda mean.”

they sat in the suffocating silence for a few more seconds before she opened her mouth to speak. “even if i say yes, at the end of the day you’re still leaving. i’m starting college in new york and you’ll go back to california. but…” she bit her cheek, debating if she should keep talking. “but i do. that’s why i was avoiding you, i thought it would go away after you left but it didn’t.” she turns her head to him and he looks confused at her drawn out answer. she laughed and puts her hand on top of his. “i still have a super schoolgirl crush on you.” he smiled, she leaned closer in and he had to roll himself to pull back. “maybe we should do this another time, when you’re not drunk.”

“dude, i don’t know how i keep fucking up with her! it’s like everything i do is wrong and now she’s pissed at me again right when i just got to her to talk to me.” jack laid on his bedroom floor with his friend sitting on his bed, above him. “she tried to kiss you and you said no, man. you rejected her! she’s obviously gonna be pissed at you.” “she was drunk, she wouldn’t have even remembered it and i’d be the idiot all over again.”

“yeah! i was like ‘i still like you’ and he looked at me with those stupid eyes and when i tried to kiss him he literally said no. who the hell asks if you like them and then rejects you?” she paced the length of her bedroom with her best-friends sitting on her bed watching her vent. “i was so fucking nice to him when he didn’t deserve it and he does this to me. we should egg his house and blow up his car.” her two friends look at each other and begin to try calming her down.

their bedrooms faced each other, but she’d closed her curtains. her friend had opened them while trying to explain how badly she wanted to not egg his house and blow up his car. he was sitting on his bed with his friend, seemingly talking about something important as he was motioning with his hands a lot. the two boys looked towards the movement they saw and they both freeze.

“okay, fine. but i swear to god if one of the boys invited jack, i am going to dump a milkshake on his head and beat his ass.” she’d been convinced to go out for dinner with their friends.

the young group was laughing and eating their meals, the diner was fairly busy so she wasn’t focused on the people moving around her. until she saw him, and he sat in the empty chair next to her. she pressed her lips together and looked at her best-friends with the fury of one thousand hells. they smiled sheepishly and pretended to be very interested in the story being told. he muttered a small ‘hi’ and she ignored him. until he pushed his chair closer to hers and his thigh was touching hers.

he called after her in the parking lot, she tried to ignore it and get into her car before he could catch up but he grabbed her arm, instantly letting go when he got her attention. “please, just hear me out.” his voice was low and fought the urge to hit him. she sighed and turned to face him. “you have one minute before i walk away.” he scrambled for his words and stuttered out a “you were drunk and i didn’t want to kiss you, well, no! i did want to kiss you but when you were sober and i didn’t even think you’d remember enough to even remember but clearly you did so, um, i’m really sorry. every time i get close to you i just go fuck it up.” her eyes widened at his rushed words and panicked behavior.

“did you drive here?” was all she said. he shook his head no “no, i rode with chad.” she motioned towards her car and started opening her door. looking back at him standing there. “get in the goddamn car!” he quickly ran to the passenger door and climbed in.

“so, does this mean you forgive me?” “it means you’re on parole and if you fuck up again i’m gonna egg your house and blow up your car.” he nods and smiles at her as they pulled up in front of their houses. “i’ve been in love with you for ages, and i can’t seem to get it right. let me take you out tomorrow, and if you didn’t like it, you never have to see me again.” she smiled and turned in her seat. “i could never not want to see you, jack.”

he turned towards her and looked down to avert her gaze. “it’s kind of my turn to confess and spill my guts, but i think i already have.” he lifts his head up and slightly leans in, testing the waters. he’s almost expecting a punch to the face, but instead his lips are met with hers. he feels as if god himself had bestowed a piece of heaven right in front of him, and he wondered what he did to deserve something this good.

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CALL THE SHOTS

the last part.

TW:DUBCON? DARK!OLIVER(it's literally him though so idk)slight reader x felix, but also oliver pinning over felix because no ones mentioning that??? reader and Oliver lowkey hate each other I guess. I wouldn't even consider this as an x reader tbh. minors dni or ill sleep with your dad requests are open !! Omg, i don't know if you're gonna hate me for this ending but i wanted to keep it as close to what i think would realistically happen, like no yandere shit. also this is not proof read im sorry. my master list

2022, fifteen years later. 

“He's dead! Oh gosh, he's dead, please come to Saltburn quickly. I don't think I can be alone” Elspeth trembles on the phone, her hands shaking with vigour, tears running down her cheeks. Just mere moments after the ambulance had left with her husband, she had suddenly felt stifled in her seat, the last one left. 

You flee from Paris, fashion week can wait, Elspeth who had become more of your mother over the past years , more deserving of attention than clothes. With only a sea between you. 

“Oh darling, Duncan has set up your room for you, I'm so glad you're here!” she smiles at you, her hair significantly shorter since you last saw her, she wears a button up shirt along with a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a embroidered shaman jacket. 

“How are you holding up?” you ask, voicing concern. 

She smiles, nodding as her face drops down. You pull her in for a hug, she grasps you tightly and you smell her expensive perfume. 

“Cup of tea?” 

"Thank you, Elspeth. A cup of tea sounds perfect," you reply. 

As she has someone prepare the tea in the  kitchen, you glance around Saltburn. Flowers wilting and the familiar sights bring back memories of laughter, hot sunny days, drunken ramblings to felix. It's hard to believe that just hours ago, everything seemed normal.

The silence is heavy,

"I don't know how to go on without him," Elspeth admits, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. You reach for her hand, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm here for you, Elspeth. Whatever you need," you assure her, feeling the gravity of the situation sinking in.

As the days turn into weeks after the funeral you manage to convince Elspeth to rent a small flat further in town, so you can return to Paris until summer.

Elspeth reluctantly agrees, and you find a quiet little place not far from the town centre, you help her move, shopping round antique stores for furniture that seemed more homely and lived in. 

And suddenly Oliver is at saltburn again. Your really not sure what happened, one minute your back in paris for the summer, back to writing articles about the hottest shoes or sex tips for the older women and then Elspeth is calling you about finding oliver in a local cafe not far from her home , and she sends you a video of him saying hi over facebook messenger, he's still tidy, neat but that nerdish boy look is gone and instead the shadow of a more important man. You wonder if he still smokes, you wonder if he still drinks, you wonder if he still thinks about that night before venetia died. 

So you head back to Saltburn, wondering what fifteen years made of oliver. 

“No husband then?” Oliver peers down at your ringless hand. 

“We got a divorce, no wife?” you stare at him, your lips pressed together careful not to smudge your Chanel lipstick. 

He shakes his head and smiles eyes taking the whole of you in, he notes the lack of smudged eyeshadow and mascara.“ you haven't aged a bit, your hairs shorter but you haven't aged”

“It's called filler Oliver” you sigh,”where Elspeth?”you ask.

“oh, she's fallen ill, it's all happened very quickly, i'm surprised you didn't hear, lung cancer” 

“Oh fuck” you drop your bag on the marble floor, clutching your head. “ It's just a Catton curse really isn't it?” you smile and Oliver wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in for a short hug.

“Come on, she wants to speak to you.”

“Darling, they say I've only got two months” Elspeth smiles, her hair forming a halo around her head in the bed, she coughs and then takes your hand into her own. “ I want you to have the Saltburn estate.”

“Elspeth , i can't” your eyes tear up at the thought of her gone, and you sitting in your loneliness of the big house, “really, i can't”

“oh darling shush’ she hushes at you, her eyes gazing over your own, oliver stands uncomfortably in the back, “it would've been yours anyway, i always thought you and Felix would marry, i know you loved him”

“Elspeth” 

“I'm not daft, i saw the way he looked at you too, ever since you came home for break when you were eight years old, i just knew” 

“I-god i miss him, it's been so long”

“ i know, i know” 

you smooth her hand with your own, nodding “okay fine, i'll take it.”

She smiles and grips your hand with all her strength. You look at Oliver, his face stoic.

Papers are signed, and then somehow, Elspeth's breathing tube is pulled out of her, by an insolent nurse, there's no lawsuit, you leave her at peace, her rock at the bottom of the lake with the rest of the Cattons and now your not sure what to do with the house. Stuck wandering the halls passing by Oliver, you want him to leave but you don't want to be left with the staff all alone, so you let him stay. 

Elspeth's room is still filled with medical supplies. Your bank account is filled with hundreds of millions, untouched.

You're called into the Main room of the house by Oliver, you look around waiting for him to appear but  suddenly there's a  sharp pain in your abdomen that grows and grows until it’s an unbearable pain, you wince. Looking up to meet Oliver's eyes. 

He unsheathes the knife from your body and clutches at your wound. Red seeps like spilled wine. 

“Shit, i-fuck.” he hands flail pushing into your wound, you scratch at the pressure. 

“Call someone Oliver, fuck that really hurts”

“Duncan! Duncan!” Oliver screams,his head cocks to the side. “ oh, he's not here.” his eyes darken and you're taken back to the night he kissed you for the first time, the way he looked at you like you didn't even exist.

“What?” you question, you feel woozy and try to anchor your hands behind you as you fall to the floor. But he hinders your movements.

“Don't you want to see felix?”he asks, eyes darkening. 

You shake your head, “No, I- i want to stay here, what are you doing?”

Oliver's eyes flicker, a mixture of pain and resentment. He continues to apply pressure to your wound, desperately trying to stop the flow of crimson escaping from your body.

“No you don't, just let go”

"what," you gasp, your breaths becoming shallower ”t-he fuck are you talking about”

Oliver's expression twists. His grip on the knife tightens, his knuckles turning white.

With each passing moment, the room seems to close in, the air thickening with tension. Your vision blurs, and you struggle to focus on Oliver's face.

“Please Oliver, you're gonna let me die?”

Oliver's gaze softens momentarily, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. He glances around the room as if searching for an escape from the harsh reality closing in.

"Maybe it's too late," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "Maybe I can't change who I've become."

Desperation fills the room as the seconds tick away, your life slipping through the cracks. Oliver's hands tremble as he clings to the last shreds of hope.

In a final plea, you whisper, "what you've become?oh my god "your head pulls back and you feel yourself slipping.

The room falls into a heavy silence as realisation settles into you. 

“Did you kill him” 

He looks up at your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, you taste the bitter metal from your blood. Eyes flickering down at your wound, his hand still pressing into it with the knife in his grip.

“Marry me and I'll let you live,” he asks. 

“Huh?”you shake in his hold.

“Marry me and I'll let you live, gotta make the decision now though, or I'll let you bleed out here.”

“Oh my god you're insane ” your bloody hand reaches for Oliver's face, you push it with all your force blood coating over his eyelashes making it harder to see, you stumble to the oak table in front of you, grabbing the candelabra attempting to smash it over his head. He rolls away, tackling your body, and you notice the adrenaline has kicked in because you manage to kick at his crotch. He winces in pain. And hits the floor to the side of you. You stare at him.

“What the fuck do you want” you shake your head at him. 

“I want to marry you.” 

You shake your head, “no you don't”

“i want the house” 

“Oh my god” you laugh,” call a fucking ambulance Oliver”

He looks at you , as you clutch and your wound, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and rings for an ambulance.

a/n; im sorry if this is an underwhelming ending, but like I have no clue how to end fics and I thought this was just middle fitting.

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Is There A Problem, Officer?

happy day 6 of @nestaarcheronweek, and happy birthday Nesta! I hope you all enjoy this… not so quiet birthday party 😉

Summary: Nesta wanted to celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday quietly, but her friends had… other ideas.

Word Count: 3k

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Nesta

“Happy birthday, Nesta!” Elain and Feyre said in unison as Nesta opened her townhouse door.

“Thank you,” Nesta replied, pleased to see her sisters. Elain had come bearing cake and Feyre had come bearing alcohol, both of them just as welcome as her sisters’ faces. “And thanks for coming.”

Nesta was turning twenty-six today, and instead of going out and getting drunk with her friends, she’d decided to do something a little more lowkey. She’d quickly learned twenty-five was the age her body had decided to turn on her, and she wasn’t exactly keen to repeat the vicious hangover she’d survived last year.

So instead of getting all dressed up and hitting the town, she’d decided to do something much more relaxed. She’d invited her sisters and some close friends over to order in some food, drink some wine, and otherwise have a good time ringing in Nesta’s birthday. Everyone had been more than willing to go along with it — even Feyre, who was always chomping at the bit to do something more exciting — but Nesta had been looking forward to seeing the people she cared about too much to really question it.

“Like we’d miss your birthday,” Feyre replied as she and Elain walked inside, somehow managing to shut the door behind her without dropping anything. “Even if it’s not as exciting as last year.”

“Sorry I don’t want to spend the next morning puking my guts out again,” Nesta answered as they made their way to the kitchen, rolling her eyes. Feyre’s boyfriend at the time had been surprisingly willing to come take care of her, so she’d been spared most of the aftermath.

“As the person holding your hair back, I’m a big fan of your decision,” Elain agreed with a little laugh. “No offense, Nesta.”

“None taken,” Nesta responded, snorting. She helped Feyre and Elain unload their goodies and the three of them took a few minutes to properly arrange everything on the counter. “Okay, that’s fine for now. Come say hi to everyone else.”

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[weebsinstash]

My Valentino thirst is killing me. I must quench!!!

Combining these two asks so I can babble about both of em at the same time lmao, this is kind of just different ideas all smashed around lol

ALSO CAN I JUST SAY THE ABSOLUTE NERVE OF SHOWING VAL IN THE NEWEST TRAILER BUT NOT HAVING HIM SPEAK 😩 but we can hear Vox so I guess that's something?

- first off, ok, let's just get this out right now: the newest episodes of helluva boss showed that Ozzie can shift his height, THEREFORE THIS MAN IS A SWITCH AND HE'D BE DELIGHTED IF YOU EVER TOPPED HIM SEND POST

Like seriously that's obviously how he can manage to have sex with Fizz despite their extreme height difference, meanwhile, do you guys ever think about the huge height discrepancy between Angel and Valentino in like...., ok. There's literally one specific thing that's been in my head for ages as a "how did that even work or was that just for visual effect". The Addict music video had that shot of Valentino like, you know, behind Angel, but. Like. Angel wouldn't be tall enough to just be bent over even if Val practically bent himself in half, right? Unless I'm remembering Val a lot larger than he actually is, I'm pretty sure angel is over 6ft and Val is like. 10-12 or something?

-Anyways So, saying all that, I think sex with Valentino in general involves him having you set you up onto things like counters or desks or stools or makeup vanities, you get the point. Your standing height is basically like. His waist. And yeah he'd probably be gross about that

-could you EVEN Fucking Imagine I mean it like seriously actually the grossness of it, standing near this nasty motherfucker and you can tell he's bricked up and maybe he's even like deliberately talking to you and shit knowing you're like, you know, in proximity to your boss' absolute rager that you're dying to not look at and he's just, SOAKING in your humiliation and secondhand embarrassment

-I just feel like 99% of interactions with yandere Valentino are him thinking it's cute/funny/sexy/entertaining to fuck with you. Make you embarrassed, make you drunk, make you cry, horny, whatever. He's either fucking with you, wanting TO fuck you, or wanting attention from you. But I've also been thinking about like, what are some more darker things he could do

-partially inspired by myself but do you guys hate people who turn off read receipts and stuff. Imagine the whole "Val gifts you a phone" scenario and then he starts setting the standards of what he actually wants you to do with it, like always having your read receipts on, always answer his texts within a REALLY short amount of time, don't ignore his calls (do you think he'd give you a phone that literally can't ignore his calls like Mammon did to Fizz because like I'm sure that was a throw away gag but, lowkey hot)

Imagine you're just getting to know Val, maybe even a sort of, situationship with him, and he sends you a text, just something super innocuous. I'm talking something like "don't forget you have a shift tonight" or "limos broken down, leaving for the club later than usual", like, something that doesn't outright require some sort of immediate reply, and you hop in the shower and you come back to like a text bomb and 12 missed calls, like obsessive drug addict alcoholic rage escalation from "you there?" "answer bitch" "pick up the goddamn phone" "you better be kidnapped, beaten, or dead right now"

Imagine hopping out of the shower and you had your phone open in the other room and you exit the bathroom in a towel and he's sitting there on your bed and your entire room's been trashed like shits BROKEN and he's, got a cigarette lit and his arms are crossed and he's got your phone in one of his hands , he can clearly see you were in the shower, and instead of apologizing for like going absolutely manic, he just, either, gets gross about how you're wearing a towel and how you got him so worked up and you need to make it up to him, or, he just basically whines that you should've just waited until he was done talking to you to shower

-Val's a yandere who will give you something, break it in a rage to punish you or when he's feeling hurt or betrayed by you, and then replace it with something nicer and more expensive. But then he'll also break things he didn't give you to try and replace everything you own with things he's provided and you'll hate those things, they aren't sentimental to you and maybe not even to your tastes. Oh what's that, you made a new friend? You guys want to Lu Lu Land and he got you a shitty little ring from a carnival game and it's sentimental and important to you? That's cool, don't mind Valentino ruining it or throwing it away the second you take it off and "consoling you" in your grief of "losing it" by getting you a ring from HIM

-genuinely I could see him being one of those guys where if he somehow did manage to pull off enough bullshit to convince you to date him and he's not a total freak, he'd pull some shit like that and then you realize what a huge mistake you've made. he's trying to backpedal and make it up to you but, you've seen his true colors now, and maybe he actually broke something that was really special to you and you really liked him for

-I just don't know how anyone would, realistically, be able to resist Asmodeus in a scenario where he offers you safe harbor from Valentino. A new place to stay rent free? He'd help get you food and clothes and whatever you need? Val would have you so terrorized that, unless you basically had, uh, an unhealthy attachment to him, or insecurity issues, you wouldn't even consider staying with Val over your new "friend". Ozzie is Mr Steal Yo Girl

- i was kinda thinking "how would a yandere Ozzie hypothetically get sex out of you in a scenario where he wants consent" and I feel like he'd just kinda, lovebomb you and maybe manipulate you a little bit and maybe have some blurred ethics on how drunk or high he thinks you're allowed to be while it's still in his definition of consensual. Yeah you said yes to sex with him but you'd taken molly and had some drinks!

Godddd would it be considered gaslighting if, afterwards when you're feeling like embarrassed and regretful, because maybe he's a good friend and you feel it's ruined now, he fakes how remorseful he feels with intentions to, in turn, emotionally manipulate you into thinking he's not as creepy as he actually is. Like, oh gosh, he just seems SO upset over this, can't you let him make it up to you 🥺

- also like. Uh. Having the ol "i liked you as a friend but I was vulnerable and I'm really embarrassed i slept with you even if I liked you so I can't talk to you right now or maybe ever again" reaction with Ozzie would uh. Not work??? It'd be bad??? Like imagine if nothing else you kind of ghost him because you're really embarrassed and insecure and he's like freaking out you were fucking kidnapped or something or WORSE, meanwhile he finds out, like. You're just really embarrassed he saw you naked and couldn't face him and he'd think that's SO CUTE YOU HAVE NO IDEA 🥺❤️

-Ozzie is obviously sex positive and I think you getting flustered and horny and embarrassed would be like his cookies and cream. Even if you have no experience he doesn't mind and he loves to teach you all kinda of things or even just talk about, naughty stuff with you. Imagine he's just like reading a book across the room and suddenly he looks over to you, "hey have you ever had anyone tie you up before? Just curious uwu"

- on the flip side I feel like Valentino needles in at all your insecurities amd with a chubby Readet he'd definitely flip flop between treating you nicely and then mocking you in front of other people. Like, a "good" yandere Val would get incredibly defensive of you as much as he would himself, but one on the meaner end of the spectrum would actively neg you and knock down your self esteem so that it feel really, REALLY good when he finally praises you and flirts with you

-I just picture you offhandedly telling Asmodeus some of the stuff that's happened between you and Val and Ozzies just sitting there, "baby can I be real with you? This guy wants to fuck you so bad he makes himself look stupid" and it's Ozzie's "feedback" that makes you kind of lose your temper with Val one day and, yeah you just deadass repeat some shit like "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" and Val is just AGHAST like where did this ATTITUDE come from. And I picture you kinda get into it, like he kinda sputters a bit but is clearly pissed at you and he gives some like, threat that in full context makes you realize he really DOES have some kind of thing to you. Like it's weird that a THREAT could convey that, he just says some shit like "you better stop running your mouth before I take a paddle to that fat ass of yours" but it's also like, if you're taking potshots at his self esteem and getting personal digs, it's really kind of being let off that he just makes threats and doesn't, like, do something right then and there

You just take a shot of the rest of his drink, "yeah you would like to spank me wouldn't you 😘 you're always commenting on my ass all the time, you don't have to be embarrassed if you like to look" and maybe you like sneak some backhanded compliment in there, before being like, covering your tracks, or sarcastically being like, "ok Daddy love you too 🥰" and giving him a peck on the cheek like really being cheeky with it before you fuck off to another part of the club and then later on when you've sobered up and the Oh Shit What The Fuck Did I Do stage kicks in, you eventually have to give him a refill or something and he's like, oddly silent while you're like a shrinking violet, all bravado just GONE, and at the end of your shift he like, actually beckons you closer and you think you're being punished and he just. Smirks and crosses his legs, "don't get too cocky with me, k sweetie?" and just silently threatening you, but, also, shoving a larger than usual tip directly under the waistband of your pants.

I've also thought about that as well? Like Val shoving tips in your clothes, like in your bra or even in your panties/boxers/whatever as like, a double-sided threat/reward/threatening flirting. You mouth off and tease him about him being thirsty for you and later on he's practically got an entire hand in your bra to leave some 5s there and deliberately grazing your nipples the entire time (swear to God if he pinched I thought I'd go aggressive crazy on his ass)

-but Val saying some shit like you're too gross to be a hooker or a porn star and that's why you just wait tables and later on down the line you've ditched him and you're modeling or shooting like female oriented porn down on the Lust Ring. Lmaoooo Valentino trying to neg you and 6 months later he's being cucked and hating himself as he's cranking it to like softcore porn of a maintenance guy being super nice and respectful to you after making some repairs around your house before eating your pussy and then. Straight up leaving. Vals just over here "why am I even-- this isn't even hot" as he beats his shmeat because he wants to see someone "Break My Choker" you and you just, you didn't even suck the guy off he just rocked up with some tongue action and left like You're Living Your Best Life, Angel Dust is over here like "goddamn I wish I could get paid to just have someone go down on me and leave 😭"

-Ozzie's over here having like safe sex meetings before the porn shoots and making sure everyone is in the right headspace and feeling OK and meanwhile up in Pride you've got shit where like, one of Vals pornstars didn't show and when you briefly enter the set to bring him a lemonade he makes a split second decision to have you restrained and have a train ran on you because he'd rather psychologically scar you then come out of this failed filming session empty handed with wasted money

-I just have this visual of, you're not anything "with" Valentino or Ozzie and, maybe they've encouraged you to be more sexually free, but then you actually start being more adventurous and they're like "oh you know what? Thanks i Extremely Hate this Actually". You're sitting on the couch at the club next to one of them and your phone buzzes and you're answering it, getting kind of flirty sorh whomever is on the other line as your cohort gets more and more jealous, and then you're randomly dropping, "so hey not to be horny but what are you doing tonight? I could use me a deep dick pizza with an extra helping of cuddles afterward" and Val/Ozzie is just, SPITTING HIS DRINK

-like you go from sitting in Vals limo or sitting next to him and he's constantly shamelessly watching like nudes or porn or snaps on his phone right next to you and you're forced to endure that, and one day YOUR earbuds aren't connected properly and Val gets blasted with 5 seconds of something like a male or female or whomever, someone who isnt you, "ugh god I love the taste of you 😩❤️" and he's, the attention is ON, eyes on you IMMEDIATELY, just, "what the fuck was that???"

Imagine you're straight up looking up D/P pics on your phone and suddenly you sense a presence and he's like. You've got Valentino's massive form leaning practically from one end of the couch to the other to look at your phone from over your shoulder/above you. The notoriously narcissistic attention seeking loudmouth drunk just, having been silently whisper quiet watching you for who knows how long, you're not sure if he can even read or see what's going on bit he definitely sees the picture

Goddd can you even think of it, he finds out you're fucking around with someone because he snatches your phone out of your hand as like, a tease, because he saw you looking at dick pics and he's all "oooo, giiiiiirl what have you got HERE", but then he starts going through your entire gallery and all your messages and the smile is wiped off his face. Imagine the like. 30 second pipeline of "teasing you, snatching your phone as a joke, going through your phone, immediately chucking your phone directly at the floor"

Ozzie thinks you're fucking GHOSTING HIM and he's getting PANIC ATTACKS over here because, you know, you make his heart do the flippy thing, meanwhile it's like, nah, Valentino has just shifted into Ultra Possessive "Someone Touched My Shit" Mode and you literally aren't allowed to have a phone or so much as be alone anymore amd the next time Asmodeus is seeing you, it's on Sinstagram, being made to hang off Valentino as he had the picture captioned something about, "some of his bitches he just doesn't like to share"

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere helluva boss #yandere x reader

[siredtosturniolos]

lovers

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Part 1: enemies

Part 2: forbidden

Summary: You and Chris had lowkey been caught at the party by Matt, but he waited till everyone was gone to confront you two.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex. I think that's it!

Authors note: I had so much fun writing all three parts! Send in any requests you may have and I'll write them :)

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I side eye Matt from across the room, who was currently staring down his brother as he said by to Colby. It was almost 2 in the morning and everyone was finally gone. Once the door shut behind Colby the room was left in an awkward silence.

I almost found the courage to leave but I was really thrown off when Nick walked me to the couch. The way him and Matt were looking at me made it feel like we were about to have a fucking intervention.

“You two really have nothing to say?” Matt asks, looking back and forth between Chris and I.

I stay silent, “There’s nothing to say Matt.” Chris sighs, coming to sit next to me leaving a decent amount of space. He thinks we can get out of this somehow, but I’m sick of the hiding and sneaking around.

“Whatever. We know you guys are fucking which to me is weird but don’t do it when we have people over.” Nick speaks from the other side of me, “Matt sit down! You look like a weirdo just standing there.”

Matt lets out a huff as he walks around the coffee table and sits next to Chris, “I’m not the weirdo, Chris is.”

“Okay!” Chris shouts, throwing his hands up, “Y/N is 18, a complete legal adult! Stop making me out to be something I’m not.” He spits out, glaring at his brother. "What we do behind closed doors shouldn't mean a thing to you guys."

I nod, “Our age gap is only 5 years, that isn’t bad. It’s not like he met me when I was 17 or something.” I comment, making Matt turn to look at me.

He shakes his head, “It’s still not a good look and not something we should promote to our fans. 5 years is kind of a lot.” Matt replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Let it go Matt there’s nothing we can do or say to stop them.” Nick comments, making me face him just in time to see him roll his eyes.

I frown, “Do you guys not like me or something?” I ask them, looking between them to see confused expressions on their faces.

“What?”

“Of course we like you what do you mean?”

My throat begins to burn and my eyes water, “Well, you two seem to think it’s the end of the world if Chris and I are together so how else am I supposed to feel?” I ask incredulously, standing up to leave.

“No!” Chris pleads, quickly grabbing my wrist to stop me from leaving, “They don’t get to scare you off.” My heart breaks the tiniest bit at how scared Chris sounded.

I shake his grip from my arm, “I’ll be right back.” I mutter, walking away from the couch and heading towards the door. "Just need some space for a second." I look over my shoulder as I speak, looking at Chris. I didn't want him to think I was giving up on him, because I wasn't.

I walk down the steps and take a seat at the bench they have by the front door. I stare at my shoes trying to think of why Nick and Matt are so against this.

5 years isn’t that big, right? Chris and I had the same childhood, went through similar school experiences, hell half of the time I don’t even realize he’s not my age. He acts way younger than he is only because he's afraid of fully growing up.

We all are.

“Thanks a fucking lot guys.” Chris scoffs, there’s some shuffling and I can only assume he’s getting up to come after me.

“I don’t understand what’s the big deal here?” Nick shouts at Chris, who’s now standing at the top of the stairs.

“The big deal is you don’t support or accept the first woman I’ve ever fucking loved!” Chris yells back, before he turns to come down the stairs he sees me and freezes.

“You love her?!”

“You love me?” I ask quietly, the tears finally falling. Chris frowns as he quickly makes his way down to me, grabbing my face and wiping my tears.

We hadn't said those words to each other yet so hearing Chris confess it in the middle of an argument had me so emotional. He felt so strongly about me he told his brothers first, and I can't even be mad at that.

Chris isn't the type to put his love into words, more so willing to show it in the way he treats you.

“I’m sorry baby, I wanted that moment to be more special than that.” He sighs, helping me stand. Once I’m on my feet I tug him into a bone crushing hug.

“I love you.” I reply, pressing kisses to his neck. Chris lets out a chuckle before he pulls back slightly, just enough to kiss me deeply.

“Okay that was kinda cute.” Chris and I pull away from each other to see Matt and Nick standing at the top of the stairs, “Don’t look at me like that! You guys got quiet and I got curious.” Nick shrugs, a small smile on his lips.

Chris shakes his head before he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.

“I’m sorry for how we’ve been. We thought there wasn’t any feelings involved and didn’t want to lose you as a friend.” Matt softly speaks, opening his arm for a hug. I walk into his embrace, “Now I just gotta make sure Chris doesn’t fuck this up.” He whispers to me, making me laugh.

Nick slings an arm around my shoulder and guides me back to the couch, “Whatever Matt said, I agree.”

We all sit back down and I can’t help but feel jittery when Chris scoots me over and tugs me into his side. I look up at him to see him already smiling down at me, and I lean upwards to give him a short and sweet kiss.

“Can’t you guys pretend we don’t know again and not do that around us?”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo

[iluvmorales]

hii, can i request reader x miles 1026 where it's the reader's birthday, and he does small affectionate things to celebrate her? it's actually my birthday, so this prompt would be perfect. thank youuu✨️🙏🏼

happy birthday! I hope whatever age you turn treats you well:)

First of all, miles has been preparing for your birthday a week in advance. He knows you don’t like anything too big, so he keeps it lowkey.

You closed the apartment door, sliding the lock before turning to the living room; “I’m home!” You yelled out, to see if either of your parents were home, to which you got no reply. You shrugged it off before heading to your bedroom, upon opening the door you saw miles, sneaking into your window in his spiderman suit. “Miles!” Yo yelled happily, running towards him. You saw his suits eyes grow as he held his arms out to you, hugging you tightly. “Happy birthday,I came here to give you your gifts” he took off his mask, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You let him go,sitting on the edge of your bed excitedly. It wasn’t the gifts that made you excited, but seeing miles for the first time today. “Here” he handed you a small gift bag with a note that read please open when I’m not around:).

Miles spent time with you for the rest of that day, a walk around Brooklyn, taking you to a park where he bought you your favorite drink from the nearby cafe

“Can I get the (your choice of drink), and a hot chocolate please” miles’ sweet voice called out, as he looked up at the menu while ordering before sparing the cashier a glance, sliding her the money. “You know my favorite drink?” You asked with a smile, already knowing the answer you were about to receive. “Of course I do- what! Your my girlfriend” miles replied, baffled that you’d question his knowledge on his girl.

Next stop was the bakery.

“Miles really?” You looked at him with a deadpanned expression, watching as he held the door to a building with a huge neon sign that read bakery. “I have a little surprise for you” he smiled, ushering you inside before he went to the register and brought back a small little box. He opened it, showing you the cup cake with your (favorite flavors). On top was a little singular candle; “one wish, one candle right?” Miles laughed, smiling at you brightly. You just nodded and smiled at him before you both continued your walk back home.

It had gotten dark exceptionally quickly, and miles’ curfew was at 10 so he had to speed things up. So here you sat, back in your room with miles as he lit the candle.

“Happy birthday to you!” He sang the song, not too loudly but with enough energy to makeup for the people you were missing. After he was done and you blew out the candle, his finger dipped into the frosting before wiping it onto your nose. “Miles!” You yelled, laughing as the cold sweet paste touched your skin. He laughed, but it quickly pauses when you pulled him by his hoodie strings. “It’s almost 10, thank you for today” you smiled at him as his hands made their way to hold your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Of course babe, text me how you like your gift.” He said, before placing another kiss on your head.

“See you!” You yelled as he slid open the window, now back in his spider suit. He turned and yelled a last happy birthday before swinging away.

Now it was the gift, you sat there for another hour deciding if you should open it now or not, but you didn’t know that miles was still up waiting for your text.

You opened the bag, inside was a small booklet and even smaller box with a brand name etched. You smiled to yourself as you went through the booklet. It was sketches of you from all the times you and him went on a date, with those pretty bold colors he’d use for his graffiti. You both had been with eachother so much he could make a mini sketchbook, and he remembered the details of each time. You placed the book down after going through it, laughing at all the memories with miles. You opened the smaller box, inside was a necklace with your initials plus M. Both initials were encapsulated by a small heart. Your own heart melted at the sight of the jewelry. You had been talking about getting it for the both of you since you saw it. You instantly texted miles and it went something like this;

Miles!

I love the gifts thank you!

The necklace??? Please tell me you got us matching ones

Duh!

*insert pic of miles showing off the necklace*

Ahhhhh ilysm

thank you sm for today miles

ofc

I’m glad I could give you a good birthday

#miles morales #spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #x reader #miles morales 1610 #miles morales 1610 x reader #idrk what you meant by miles!1026 #sorry if I got it wrong

[ilovebeabadoobee06]

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS

spencer reid x reader

sub!spencer x dom!reader (minors dni) lowkey shitty writing, hand job, smut, overstimulation, use of y/n, smut writen by a 18-year-old virgin.

Spencer’s feeling a lack of intimacy, his roommate Y/N is excited to enlighten him on what he’s been missing.

a/n: this is my first post. plsssss give me feedback if you feel comfortable!

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

SPENCER WORDLESSLY FLIPPED THROUGH THE PAGES OF HIS BOOK, as he layed in bed.

the sounds of y/n’s moans and cries achoed quietly throughout the apartment. even with his door closed it was apparent what she was up to. it irritated him to say the least, the many nights of the week she spent with her random hook ups. but deep down he knew, he just jealous that at her age she was getting those kinds of experiences and he barely did.

it felt like an enternity later when he heard the heavy foot steps of the guy and then the sound of front door closing in the kitchen. he let out a low sigh of relief and closed his book to check on y/n. he always did this since the assholes she hooked up with didn’t seem to know what aftercare was.

“hey.” he called waking into the kitchen, taking in her appearance as she stood by her bedroom door. her soft curly hair was all tussled and pulled and her pink lips were swollen. she wore a big blue sleep shirt, that swallowed her whole and little sleep shorts. she looked up at him through her long flowing lashes. she was always so pretty, it never failed to make his knees feel like jello. “hey.” she rasped in her low angelic voice.

“need anything?” he asked as he padded over to the fridge.

“mmmm, can you get me a water?” she replied. she looked him over and her eyes trailed to his white marvel t-shirt and plaid pajamas pants. it was refreshing for her to see him in lounge clothes, since she hardly ever did.

he turned his head and handed her a water with a little side smirk. “that’s what i was gonna do,” he chuckled and grabbed one for him self.

she took a good, long sip and place then bottle on the table.

“so how was work?” she leaned her body against the counter causally, crossing her arms.

“good. pretty uneventful.” he matched her stance and looked at her. she nodded taking another sip, not really sure what else to say.

“how was that guy?” he asked, more in a curious, nosey-roommate way instead of jealous.

“he was okay, kinda overpowering. good kisser tho.” she said causally like it was normal to take about sex with your roommate the way they did. “his breath smelled like dr. pepper.” he smiled at the and shook his head.

“he kinda seemed like an asshole,”

she narrowed her eyes. “you didn’t even see him,”she playfully rolled her eyes.

“put i heard him. that’s enough to go off of, you forget i’m a profiler.” she shock her head with a smile, her body felt clearly wrecked but what bothered her most was how adorably fuckable her roommate looked right now with his fluffy hair, glasses and his pajamas. “whatever.” it was comfortably silent for a few moments.

he sighed. “well, im going to go bed. I’ll see you tomorrow y/n/n.” he gave her his signature smug smirk before ruffling her hair and heading to his room. she wordlessly smiled back with a little wave as she walked to her room.

that’s night she stayed up thinking about how she wished she could have just one night with the man across the hall, instead of these assholes form tinder she hooked up weekly.

life for her was pretty boring and uneventful unlike spencer. and yeah, maybe she had a tiny, baby crush on him. And sure, she masterbated to the thought of him on more than one occasion but she knew that he didn’t see her that way, and besides, he was basically celibate.

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

the next morning she’d woke up and gone to work. she didnt get to see spencer before he left for work, but she knew that sometimes he’d get called in at the earliest hours of the day to work on case. some days he wouldn’t come home for days on his cases because he’d have to travel to an entirely different state.

the next time she saw her roommate was almost three days later, when she was came home from work she walked in and saw him passed out on the couch, still in his work clothes. she figured he probably felt to tired to even make it to his room and she couldn’t blame him. his job seemed like a lot.

she sighed in relief that he was finally home. she left her bag and keys on the table and walked over to him. she at least wanted him to be able to not wake up with back problems from sleeping in the couch.

“spence, wake up” she murmured softly as she kneeled next to couch and brushed his hair out of his face. his eyes fluttered open slowly. “hey.” she smiled

“hello.” he rasped tiredly. he sat up slowly.

“how was the case?” she got off the floor and sat comfortably next to him. he snuggled next to her and wrapped his long arm over her shoulder. “it was fine.”

she furrowed her eyebrows at his lack of a response. “you sure?” she asked specially. it was silent for a moment.

“yeah, it just made me realize i need to get layed.” the case was unlike any, that he had before. it’s was stressing beyond a simple minds belief, and by the time all he could think when he made it back to his hotel room was how he need to blow off some steam. preferably inside his his roommate.

she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “yeah, that you do. its been like 2 years, spencer” she teased him.

“I know, i just dont think im really like a hooking up kind of guy, you know”. he said shifting under the blanket. “yeah but life is short, and your job is depressing.” she sighed factually, laying her head on his shoulder.

“maybe i will,” he said suddenly her heart tighten.

“morgan keeps teasing me, and calling me a virgin. i’m not but i guess the fact that people think that i am kind of bothers me, you know?” he admitted staring at the wall.

“yeah, but what morgan says means nothing, spence.”

he sighed. “i know but it still bothers me.” he murmured. she shifted next to him to meet his eyes as he continued. “i just wish i was more experienced in that department i guess,” he continued meeting her eyes. “sorry i don’t know why i’m telling you this,”

her eyes softened as they met his, “no it’s fine. and experience doesn’t mean anything. even if it did, i’m sure your at least a good kisser.”

his cheeks flush “oh yeah, why do you say that?” her eyes traveled down to his lips subtly.

“cuz you have nice lips.”

her eyes traveled back to his and her heart skipped a beat from the way he was suddenly looking at her. his eyes traveled down to hers and back up to her pretty face. his brown eyes darkened with the thought of kissing her but he didn’t want to make the first move.

her breathing suddenly increased when she swore she sensed him moving closer to her face. something swirled inside her and she suddenly felt the need to taste his lips. “wanna test that theory?” she asked lowly.

maybe it was because she wanted him to feel something, or maybe it was because she secretly always wanted to do this with her roommate. maybe it was both.

his throat bobbed and he nodded silently staring at her full, wet lips. “ask me to kiss you.” she dared him, already leaning in as her fruity scented breathed fand his face. she’d never been this bold in her life but it felt good.

“kiss me.” he hesitated for a moment before rasping with a hint of desperation.

within a the blink of an eye, her fingers grabbed the back of his neck pushing his head close to meet her soft lips. she was instantly hint with the smell of his mint breath and smooth lips gliding with her.

his hand found it’s way to her waist angling her closer, while his other hand softly cupped her cheek. she almost moaned from the way her lips glided so perfectly with his, he was so gentle with her.

she felt a tight presence in her stomach as they explored each others lips and it was becoming too much to bare. she suddenly she pulled back, feeling like they were getting a bit to into it. “i’m sorry was that too mu-“

she felt slightly guilty for pushing him to kiss her but it went away when he cut her off. his fingers grasped her chin cloddling their lips harder than before. he opened his mouth into the kiss, inviting her tongue to explore. her fingers returned to the back of his neck tugging on the hair as he left out a low moan that she used to further collide their tongues. it was clear, he needed this.

finally letting go, the silent fight for dominance over the kiss was quickly won over by her from his simple lack of experience compared to her.

“is this okay?” she mumbled between kisses, it was pretty obvious where this was heading.

he nodded but didn’t verbally respond between kissing her and clutching her waist like a vice. the heat radiating off her body with his was becoming all consuming and the kiss felt like it could take years off her life.

she pulled away and he let out a whine in frustration. she smirked and but it didn’t last long before she began laying open mouth kisses on his throat. he felt dizzy as his fingers ran through her hair and blood started to rush to dick.

“y/n,” he whined as his fingers flexed on her waist.

just the sound of her name coming from his mouth in this way was enough to make her clit throb as she littered kisses on his neck and throat but didn’t verbally respond.

“y/n, please” he practically whimpered as her wet lips sucked a small visble bruise on his neck. clearly he was touch deprived by how worked up he was getting just from her kissing. she never expected spencer to be the one begging for her.

“please what spencer?” her voice echoed lowly in his ear, making his dick swell even further from her endearing dominance and his willingness to submit to her.

instead of answering his hands clamped her waist and he snatched her into his lap so she was straddling him. he tired to pull her into another kiss but she denied him and her hand ghosted around his neck.

“i asked you a question.“ she chided sternly meeting his eyes. their were blown wide but the twinkled with list for her.

his throat bobbed and the sudden intensity she bestowed as well as her hand on his neck had his body feeling hot and his cheeks flushed.

“please… touch me.” he felt slightly degraded by her and the way she made him verbalize what he wanted but he couldn’t deny how it was working him up. his hand locked around her and he closed it tightly around his neck.

she bit her bottom lip to hide her smirk at him when her grip on his neck tightened, knowing exactly what he wanted from her.

his eyes fluttered shut and moaned lowly, looking almost pained. “harder…”

the sound of his desperate voice had her clenching her thighs together but she complied, tightening her grip on his neck. “this is what you needed, huh?”

his mouth fell open with a quick nodded. her grip tightened and she felt the swell of him growing beneath her. “i told you to use your words spencer.” she scolded.

“yes…yeah. i needed this.” that’s exactly what she’s liked to hear.

her other hand found the buttons of his dress shirt. his warm, large hands held her waist while she felt the swell of him grow underneath her, denting his pants. she could feel him begging to be released right bellow her core and she resisted the urged to grind her hips. “don’t move.”

this dynamic was so new for both of them. she had never in her life been so in control like this and his experiences in general had never felt this good. there was no denying that this was turning them both on, beyond belief.

once his shirt was fully buttoned, she ran her soft hands slowly down his toned chest. and he breathed hitched but he kept his composure wanting to appease her.

she fully took in his appearance from his foggy glasses, tousled hair and swollen lips as he breathlessly stared at with hooded eyes. he looked like a walking wet dream and it was absolutely soaking her core to the point that it ached desperately.

she wondered what he would look like mindlessly chasing an orgasm, begging for release with her mouth or hand wrapped around him. she wondered what it would look like to see him whine desperately for more, she was determined to make it happen.

she sucked in a breath, before reaching to take off his glasses. her eyes lowered to his pink exposed nipples and they looked so tempting that she couldn’t help but lower her wet lips around his nipple and suck soflty, still keeping eye contact.

he tucked his bottom lip into his teeth, to hold back the groan that was was on the tip of his tongue when her teeth lightly brushed his nipple.

the tip her wet tongue swirled around his nipple before pulling away with low pop sound. she sat back up and looked down at him as her fingers found the buttons of his pants, slightly panting.

“I’m gonna touch you now, this okay?”

he nodded fully mesmerized by her entire demeanor when she had him like this. her glimmering eyes, she swollen lips, her pebbled nipples peaking through her top. “spencer.” she stopped.

“yes.” he nodded barley trusting his voice, he sounded embarrassedly desperate but he didn’t even care at this point. he needed this, he needed her.

she lifted her hips and pulled his dress pants down to hang on the floor before they hooked into his boxers. his heart was racing a million miles a minute just in an anticipation for her to touch him. his hips lightly trusted in the air but she pushed him down

she looked down to peak at his huge swollen dick as it slapped his stomach, already leaking precum. she couldn’t hold back a gasp. holy shit, she thought to herself. he was huge.

not only was he long, but he was was thick and pretty. his thick veiny dick was a pale pink color that matched his nipples.

“so pretty,“ she praised and his dick swelled even further. he panted just thinking about the amount of times he’s imagined this exact scenario; her hovering over him about to make him cum with her mouth or hand or both.

she scooted off his lap to kneel and hover next to him on the couch as he sat next to her with his dick out and his legs spread. she grabbed his chin to look her in the eyes as her soft hand gripped around his dick and he gasped.

she bit her bottom lip and swiped the tip of her thumb on his swollen tip, to gather up the precum.

‘shit’ he mumbled and gripped the couch cushions with both hands, trying desperately not to cum right there.

“please.” he couldn’t help but beg.

giving in, she quickly spat in her hand and finally began her achingly slow strokes on his throbbingly hard dick and he head layed back against the couch and looked at her in awe.

“you look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your dick, baby.” she praised, a little shocked by her own dirty words. he moaned just at the sound of her voice alone.

her strokes were slow but she gripped him so tight his mouth fell open. he was really trying to hold back how already close was but it was becoming evident. his breathing was heavy, his knuckles were white and his whimpers and moans increased with her speed.

on top of that he was leaking more and more from his tip and it was creating a wet sound, combined with his low moans as she stroked him to orgasm.

she stopped her stroking for a second to squeeze his tip, catching him completely off guard and he whimpered out loudly.

“fuck,” his thighs shook as he felt that familiar knot in his lower stomach start to tighten. his breathing picked up, coming out in gasps and pants as she stroked himself faster. his head swam with nothing but the thought of what it would be like to have her wrapped around him.

“i’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed. “please let me,”

“look at me.” she squeezed his tip and his eyes flew open to meet hers with a gasp. she pumped his dick faster and faster, up and down until it throbbed and twitched in her hand and he let out a loud gasp, followed by a deep whimper.

it was intense. his thighs shook, his eyes rolled back into his head. his hips bucked wildly into her hand as his mouth dropped open as he rode the wave of his orgasm.

“oh…god.” he cried out.

her thighs clenched together at the sight of him falling apart for her. she pumped his soaked dick through his orgasm as he let up little gasp and pants for the after shocks.

she knew she should give him a chance to at least catch his breath but she simply couldn’t resist wanting to make him fall apart all over again.

she took him by surprise when her hand continued her torturous stroked on his dick, despite his very recent orgasm. his heart was beating a million miles a minute but he couldn’t find it in him to tell her to stop. he simply craved that feeling from her over and over again so he took it.

an intense throbbing sensation washed over stomcah from the overstimulation and he was now practically wailing out moans and whimpers as well as a string of ‘oh fucks,’ and her name.

he was so loud that the neighbors could probably hear. “shhh, baby,” she shushed him, “are you close?” she asked leaning her forehead to his, already knowing the answer.

he nodded rapidly but he couldn’t keep his voice down. “y/n,” he whined. “it’s so good… don’t stop.” the sound of his voice was making her weak in the knees but she wanted to make him feel good again. at least he was using his words now.

“i’m not baby, don’t worry. your being such a good boy for me.” her hand went at ungodly speed, stroking him base tip and the added wetness from his previous orgasm only added the sensation. his mouth fell open and he eyes rolled back into his head.

before he could finish he gripped her head and kissed her lips hastily. his body was feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated and he just needed the comfort of her touch to get him through it.

she kissed him and swallowed up all his moans and gasps as she worked him past the point of no return.

finally, and he let out a string of curse words before he bucked his hips wildly off the couch with the most pathetic moan she ever heard into her neck.

second later his dick absolutely exploded in her hand, drenching not only her hand but his stomach in his warm cum as he rode a long wave of his euphoria. her hand finally let up.

“holy shit,” she whispered taking in his absolutely wrecked state. his exposed chest and abs glistened with sweat and remnants of his orgasm, his eyes were screwed shut and his body slightly shivered. he was basically none verbal.

his eyes finally to meet hers and he fist lightly closed around her neck, pulling her until a soft, unsexual, kiss.

holy shit indeed.

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[bakubunny]

let me hear you

pairing: bakugou katsuki x uraraka ochako

wc: 7.73k

tags: aged-up characters, dildos, dom/sub undertones, embarrassment, hair-pulling, masturbation, mutual pining, oneshot, praise kink, fluff and smut, texting, banter, vaginal fingering, orgasm delay, ochako is lowkey a size queen, bakugou is an asshole but also kind of soft, (slight) crackfic treated seriously, mina is sweet but has no filter and no chill

summary: Ochako moves back in with Mina after a busy five year contract abroad with a new hobby of collecting 'personal items,' i.e. fantasy sex toys. One day, Bakugou overhears her having some personal time on her day off. Stupidly, she invites him over to help when he won't leave her alone about it....

So Katsuki, the opportunist that he is, seizes an unconventional moment to try and show Ochako he’s changed since the last she knew him, at least a little… sort of.

preview:

“I can do that,” he said. “Sweet talk for a sweet girl….” Ochako snorted, finally freeing her face from his grasp. “You, sweet? Since when?” “I’m an asshole, not fuckin' stupid, Ochako. I can talk sweet for a pretty girl who wants to come,” he bristled as the intensity of his red eyes returned.  “Could’ve fooled me,” she said playfully. “I’m not convinced.” “I think you are. You just want more of it,” he replied.

a/n: if you like this fic, i'm already working on a follow up, release date tbd. keep an eye out for it here or on my ao3, and thanks for reading!

“I don’t know if this is impressive or concerning,” Mina said. 

Ochako turned around to see her friend and now roommate in front of an open box on her bed that was labeled DO NOT OPEN in multiple places while holding something very large, brightly colored, and phallic shaped. 

“Mina, get out of there! What are you doing?” she said quietly. Red from her neck to her hairline, Ochako pulled the sex toy out of her friend’s hand and swiftly put it back where she’d found it. “I wrote ‘DO NOT OPEN’ in big letters all over the box for a reason.”

“Yeah, and that means it’s obviously the first box I’m gonna open when I see it,” Mina said. 

“Or you could just, I don’t know, not open it,” Ochako said with exasperation. 

Ochako loved Mina dearly. In fact, she was one of the few from UA she’d kept in contact with during her entire five year contract in the United States. But this was one of the moments she desperately wished Mina would utilize a little self control….

During her time overseas, Ochako had started a collection of ‘personal items,’ partly because she didn’t want a relationship or a hookup, and partly because they were all so pretty and enticing. Sure, fantasy sex toys from independent companies were pricey, but they were infinitely better than most of the generic, cheap ones she’d tried, and they looked beautiful. She didn’t really care as much for the ‘fantasy’ aspect as she did the feel of soft, smooth silicone and a wide variety of shapes, sizes, and textures, all custom poured into any color combination she could wish for. Beautiful marbles of pastels and fades of vibrant colors, ones that sparkled and others that glowed in the dark. Ochako knew from experience that they were worth every penny she paid, hence why she was unwilling to part with any of them when she moved back home. 

“When the heck did you get so many dildos? And that one was massive! Is it even usable?” Mina asked way too loudly. 

Ochako went red further. 

“Shush, will you? Yes, they’re all usable. I started collecting when I went overseas,” Ochako replied. 

“Why? There’s nothing wrong with it, and they’re pretty. But was it really that hard to get laid over there?” Mina said.

“No, I just… it’s easier. And I like them. That’s all there is to it,” she said. 

Mina looked at her like she’d grown another head for indirectly suggesting her private ‘hobby’ was better than a hookup. (And truth be told, most of the time it was.)

“Where do you want the dresser, cheeks?” Bakugou said. He and Kirishima were carrying her dresser into her bedroom without drawers. 

Ochako’s eyes shot wide open and she scrambled to close the box in front of her. She still hated when he called her that, and he knew it, too. After asking him to stop twice earlier that day, she gave up on it.

“Uh, the far wall should be fine!” she squeaked out as she shoved the box into her closet when the guys came in. She quickly closed the mirror doors behind her as Mina held back a snicker from the look on Ochako’s red face. 

“To the far wall it goes,” Kirishima replied. 

As they carried the dresser to the far side of the room, Ochako was silently cursing Mina for even suggesting she needed help moving to Kirishima, let alone insisting on it. She was Uravity. A bed frame, a dresser, and a few heavy boxes were nothing for her. It was just a thinly veiled excuse made by Mina to see her boyfriend in a cutoff shirt carrying heavy things. Kirishima, kindhearted and clueless as ever, agreed without a second thought about it, and he’d somehow roped Bakugou into helping, too. 

Not that Ochako was complaining; he was still a hot tempered asshole that she wanted nothing to do with, but she wasn’t blind. Time had only gone in his favor, and he looked hotter than she’d ever remembered. He was slightly taller now and his muscular frame had filled out. Soft, baby faced features had started to fade, unlike hers. At twenty five, she still looked like a child, at least in her own eyes, with her mousy brown hair and round cheeks.

“Thanks again, I think that’s everything that goes in the bedroom. I should be able to take it from here,” she said with a bubbly smile when they’d set the dresser down. 

“Drawers?” Bakugou said. 

“Huh?”

“Don’t you want the drawers for your dresser, Ochako?” he replied with a cocked brow that only seemed to deepen when he saw the flush on her face. 

Ochako.

It felt weird hearing her name come out of his mouth. Uncomfortable. 

“Right. Of course,” she said. “Drawers in here, and then I think the last few boxes can go down the hall.”

With that, she nearly shoed everyone out of the room to get the drawers, making sure she was the last person out. 

**** “I just can’t believe you genuinely think all of that would be better than the real thing,” Mina said as she took books out of a box and put them on the bookshelf near Ochako’s dresser. “I can hardly go two days without Eijiro.”

Ochako was unpacking her toy collection into proper closet storage; against the wall on the inside, she’d put a narrow, white bookcase where she could keep things easily accessible and visible but still tucked away from prying eyes. It was the only box left, and at this point Mina already knew about it and kept asking questions, so she had no reason to hide it. The most used ones were on a shelf at eye level; a variety of moderate to small sizes with different shapes. Smallest ones took up a portion of the top shelf, and larger toys were neatly arranged on the shelves below. Her collection wasn’t as massive as some she’d heard of and seen online, but it certainly wasn’t anything to scoff at either. 

“I never said it was better. I said it was easier and I enjoy it,” Ochako replied. 

“Okay but like. When was the last time you had a good fuck? You know I’ll happily be your wingwoman and we can solve that problem real quick,” she said. 

Warmth bloomed in Ochako’s cheeks. 

“I-It’s been a while. But you definitely don’t have to do that. I don’t want a hookup. Or a date,” she said with a laugh. 

“How long, Ochako?”

“I told you, a while,” she replied. 

“Weeks?…  Months?…” Mina pressed. 

Ochako was silent as the last item was set on the shelf. She started to pick at the tape on the cardboard box. 

“Years?”

“…yeah,” Ochako admitted. She peeled off the tape and threw it away. 

“Seriously, girl? Did you get laid at all while you were gone?” Mina said incredulously. 

“I mean I tried at first. I just never found the time,” she said. 

“In five years?” 

“First it was the language barrier. Then after that, I was busy and tired from work. And when I did, it was so bad, Mina,” she said. Ochako flopped onto her bed.

“Yep, that’s what we’re doing. We’re fixing this like tomorrow,” Mina replied. 

“Please, I don’t need anything fixed. And before you get so dramatic about it, it’s not like I haven’t done anything. I just haven’t…” she trailed off. 

“Gotten dicked down?” Mina asked. 

“Yeah…. The few times I tried, I somehow wound up with guys who couldn’t find my clit let alone get me off with a little guidance, and that just kinda ruined it for me. Either it didn’t go any further or I faked it before sex started. Then one year alone turned into two, and….” Ochako sighed.

The other part she didn’t say was that Mina had always been infinitely more comfortable talking about - and seeking out - sex than her. With her little hobby, every thought and desire stayed in her head. She didn’t have to tell a damn soul. And Ochako was more than okay with that. 

“It’s okay, really. I’m satisfied now, so why mess it up? Plus, now that I’m home for good I’ll eventually start dating again…. Probably,” she said. 

Ochako had longed for that for some time. Someone to be close to. Someone to care for who cared for her in return. But that was far more complicated than a simple hookup. 

Mina stopped unpacking books and gave her a look between pity and horror. 

“My god you’re worse than I thought,” Mina replied. 

Ochako let out a laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I just know what I want. So I’m not itching to hook up with anyone.” 

She could practically see the wheels of scheming and mischief turning in Mina’s head. 

“Don’t go getting any wild ideas,” she said. 

“It’s not a wild idea. Just one you’re not gonna like,” Mina replied. 

Ochako raised an eyebrow in question. 

“Didn’t you see the way Bakugou looked at you the other day?” 

Heat flooded her cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably. 

“Ohhh no. No. Absolutely not. You’re right, I hate that idea,” she replied. 

“But he was practically eye fucking you any time you weren’t looking! And even when you were looking he still did half the time,” Mina said. 

She snorted as her body grew hot. “Was that the weird look on his face? I just thought he was being moody.”

Okay, so maybe she’d noticed. He wasn’t exactly subtle. But Mina didn’t need to know. 

“Chako. Really?”

“What? Yes, really,” she laughed. She was blushing so hard that she felt it creeping down her neck. 

Mina shook her head. 

“Okay, fine…. But just like you, he’s changed at least a little bit. Just think about it, okay?” she said.

“Sure, but my answer isn’t going to change,” Ochako said. 

“Not if I have anything to do with it…” Mina mumbled. 

“Mina!”

**** Three weeks later

Ochako held her breath as her hips rose and fell, hands pressed into the wood floor. She had to hold herself back from slamming down onto the soft, warm, deliciously full feeling sliding in and out of her cunt as she took it all the way to the base with each slow thrust. Try as she might, every now and then a whimper or moan would escape her throat. 

Her phone buzzed, a text. She checked to make sure it wasn’t an emergency text from her agency. It was a number she didn’t recognize. 

Unknown Number: what are you doing 9:33 PM

She put her phone down nearby assuming it was spam and went back to sating the desires of her body. Two texts came in shortly after. 

Unknown Number: dont ignore me cheeks 9:35 PM

Unknown Number: i can hear you 9:35 PM

Ochako’s heart stopped when she saw the notifications. How was that even possible? Were the floors made of paper?

UO: Bakugou? I'm working on a project. 9:36 PM

UO: Put earbuds in or something. I'll be done soon. 9:36 PM

A stream of texts came back. 

BK: thats me 9:36 PM

BK: must be some damn project 9:36 PM

BK: no if youre not gonna stop i wanna hear you finish 9:37 PM

BK: and dont be shy about it 9:37 PM

The blood drained from Ochako’s face as the text came in. She swallowed thickly trying to come up with a response, but ended up erasing every one as he watched her type. 

BK: come on i know you want to 9:40 PM

BK: let me hear you angel face 9:41 PM

UO: I don’t know what you’re talking about. 9:41 PM 

BK: you gonna keep going for me? 9:42 PM

BK: gonna be a sweet girl and make yourself cum? 9:42 PM

UO: Gross. When did you become such a perv? Get lost. 9:42 PM

Ochako could hear the teasing tone of voice he had through text. Palms sweating, she peeled the suction cup base off the floor with shaky hands and climbed onto her bed. She laid there for a minute undecided on whether to continue or not, heart racing with embarrassment and shame. 

BK: thats ok i know youre gonna think of me anyways 9:43 PM

BK: have fun roundface 9:43 PM

UO: Ew. I’ll pass. 9:44 PM

She tried to ignore the thoughts swimming in her head as she started again, this time more to find release from what she’d started than because she really wanted it. But it wouldn’t leave her head. Thoughts of Bakugou listening to her through the floor. Of him blowing up her phone with those stupid texts. Of…. She pushed the thought away. Unfortunately, the thought of him was exactly what made her come, and hard. Miraculously she managed to do so in silence. 

Ochako felt gross inside and out as she took a shower and went to bed.  

**** Ochako had just started lunch when her phone buzzed. It was Bakugou. She sighed. Hesitantly, she opened the message. It was a photo of her bathroom. Specifically, it was a picture of one of her toys drying on the counter: a thick, smooth, gently curved S-shape that tapered into a slightly wider base, much bigger than any average person could logically be but not absurdly large, at least to her. It was a pretty color, too; a light lavender shade with glittering gold streaks and shimmering teal-blue marbled through it. Her newest one. She hadn’t even tried it yet.

BK: holy shit you need to get out more 12:02 PM

She nearly spit out her tea. 

UO: What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?? 12:04 PM 

BK: mina let me in 12:05 PM

BK: our waters turned off downstairs and i need a shower 12:05 PM

UO: I don’t care. There are two bathrooms. Use the other one. 12:06 PM 

BK: no can do cheeks 12:07 PM

BK: kiri is in minas and i dont wanna wait 12:07 PM

BK: your toy is cute tho 12:08 PM

UO: GET OUT BAKUGOU. 12:08 PM

BK: makes me wonder where you keep the rest 12:09 PM

BK: is that the one you fucked on the floor last week? 12:11 PM

UO: OUT. NOW. 12:11 PM

BK: bet it fills you up good doesnt it 12:13 PM

UO: CREEP. 12:13 PM 

She wished to melt into the floor or float herself all the way to space when a second picture came through. It was a quick, low effort selfie but it was enough to make Ochako nearly pass out in embarrassment. Bakugou was clearly naked in front of the mirror, the bottom edge of it stopping just above any improper places. Her sex toy was still openly visible in the corner. 

BK: too late its shower time 12:19 PM

Ochako sent Mina a text. There’s no way she was innocent in this. 

UO: Mina, what the fuck is Bakugou doing in my shower? 12:19 PM 

UO: Did you look in the bathroom before letting him in? 12:20 PM

AM: Woah, calm down. Its okay, it'll only take a few minutes. 12:22 PM

UO: No, I will not calm down 12:22 PM

UO: Because it’s not okay 12:22 PM

UO: Okay is the last word I would use to describe anything right now 12:22 PM 

AM: ??? 12:23 PM

After carefully deleting the text referencing last week, Ochako sent screenshots of the conversation she’d just had with Bakugou. 

UO: I’m leaving Japan and never coming back 12:26 PM

UO: My life is over 12:26 PM

UO: Back to the land of the Free of Bakugou 12:26 PM

AM: OMG IM SO SORRY 12:26 PM

AM: RUNNING TO BR NOW 12:27 PM

AM: PLS DONT RUN AWAY ILYSM 12:27 PM

AM: WHERE DO I HIDE IT 12:28 PM

UO: I don’t care just get it out of the bathroom please 12:28 PM 

UO: And for the love of all that is good make sure my closet is shut 12:29 PM 

UO: And maybe just ask next time? 12:29 PM 

She sighed and looked at the food in front of her, now having lost all appetite. This was not how she anticipated her return to Japan. Staring out the cafe window and onto the street, she observed the many passers by through the lens of Ochako instead of the vigilant eye of Uravity. It hit her just how much she’d missed home even though she suddenly had another anxious longing to leave. 

Ochako had turned down a second lucrative five year contract in the US because she missed her family and friends back home. Luckily enough, all of her hard work was paying off. She was able to land a contract near home at almost the same salary with none of the extra living expenses or general barriers of life overseas on a working visa; now that she was home, she was being recognized for the hero she was. More than that, though, she was able to take care of her parents the way they had taken care of her for so long, especially now that her living costs were so much lower. 

Being away from Japan had helped her grow tremendously; she was out of Deku’s shadow and able to come into her own, proving herself to be a strong and competent hero in both rescue and combat. No longer was she being offered sidekick roles for her peers. She was the one who could hire a sidekick now, if she wanted to, but it didn’t interest her. 

Mina’s text tore her out of her thoughts. Ochako had fifteen minutes left before her lunch was over and she was back on patrol. 

AM: Also like. This only confirms my theory that you basically have a good fuck staring you in the face and you’re gonna try to ignore it 12:45 PM

UO: I told you, being attractive doesn't mean anything. 12:46 PM

UO: He’s probably shit in bed like the rest of them. I think I’ll take solitude. 12:46 PM

AM: Oh come on Ochako he HAS changed some 12:47 PM

AM: He’s basically like my brother but I’m not above admitting he’s hot and a little less asshole-y than when we were younger 12:47PM

AM: And do you remember nothing about UA or the last time you lived with me?? 12:48 PM

Ochako remembered a lot about UA and the two years she’d lived with Mina before going to the US. She’d tried to simply forget that Bakugou even lived next door, the experience was so scarring. She ignored Mina’s question. 

UO: You did this on purpose, didn’t you? 12:49 PM

AM: Okay maybe I did 12:53 PM

AM: But I’m only trying to helppp 12:53 PM

UO: Well stop. I don’t want help. 12:55 PM 

AM: THATS ONLY WHAT LONELY PEOPLE SAY 12:56 PM

Ochako let out a sigh as she put her face in her hands. 

**** This time, Ochako had a plan. It was her day off. She’d double and even triple checked for over a week that the apartment below her would be empty today with Mina and Kiri…. Mostly because she thought Mina might ‘conveniently’ not tell the truth. After preparing throughout the morning to make sure it wouldn’t hurt too much going in, she took her new lavender dildo and stuck it to the floor, checking to see that the suction cup base was secure. 

Ochako felt a little more heat pooling between her legs as she generously applied lubricant. She hovered over it, slowly guiding it to her hot, wet core. Her eyes went wide as the head slid in easily, still much thicker than expected with a stinging feeling. She let out a moan that was louder and more lewd than she’d ever want to admit to herself or anyone else as she sank down about a quarter of the way and stopped to give her body time to adjust. 

Leaning forward, she made herself comfortable realizing that even if this wasn’t the biggest one she had, this one was going to take work if she wanted a chance to use it at all. After several minutes of playing with her clit and gently moving her hips, she sunk down half way. Goosebumps ran across her skin when sparks of heat and electricity slid from her core to the rest of her body as she did. Her cunt clenched tightly in near protest as it wept with desire. It felt so unbelievably perfect. The sound it elicited from her lips almost felt wrong, how vulgar it was. The process of waiting and adjusting started again… and again… until her hips finally came close to reaching the base. 

Ochako could have sobbed from the overwhelming fullness inside her once she’d taken the whole thing, and she all but did. Her breath was heavy and panting even as her hips remained still. Little groans left her mouth as she waited until she couldn’t take it any longer. Her hips slowly moved up to the head, then down slowly, slowly. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle a cry as she sank down a second time before a desperate sob bubbled up out of her chest. 

She may not have gotten fucked in a long time, but even if the ‘real thing’ was better, there was no dick in existence that could give her this. 

Ochako jumped when her phone buzzed with a text notification. 

BK: fucking hell ochako keep it down 11:13 AM

BK: i know youre horny but have some decency 11:13 AM

Her stomach dropped as hot tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Of course. Of course. She was instantly mortified. Now her day was fucking ruined. 

UO: ?????? 11:15 AM

UO: I thought you weren’t home?? 11:15 AM 

BK: change of plans its my day off 11:16 AM

Tears spilled down her cheeks, quite possibly just from the overwhelming embarrassment and the growing heated need in her stomach she so badly wanted to relieve. She just wanted one day in solitude without having to worry about being overheard and promptly shamed for it. Ochako sat back and wiped her burning, flushed face, trying to shake it off.

UO: Well I planned today long in advance. 11:23 AM

UO: How about you be the one to have some decency for once and give me the privacy I planned on for an hour or two? 11:25 AM

BK: takes you that long to get off? 11:26 AM

BK: can you even find your fucking clit? 11:26 AM

UO: No. I’m going to edge myself and come until I can’t think if you really need to fucking know. 11:30 AM

UO: Now fuck off and let me have one day to myself. 11:31 AM

Ochako almost slammed her phone down onto the rug nearby and as she quietly sank back down, hips burying the achingly sweet fullness and let it sit inside her. Tears threatened to fall down her face again. She had to block it out. But he wouldn’t leave her alone and she was stupid enough (or horny enough) to entertain him. 

BK: no wonder mina practically begged me to fuck you 11:32 AM

UO: I already told her I’m not interested. I said you were probably shit in bed anyways. 11:33 AM

BK: only one way to find out huh 11:33 AM

BK: let me hear you cheeks 11:35 AM

UO: No. I’m not here to fuel your wank session. 11:35 AM 

UO: I’m sure you’re already stroking your dick. You have zero self control or decency. 11:36 AM

BK: quit being such a brat 11:36 AM

BK: youre the one that cant keep your fucking mouth shut for five seconds and im the one who has no self control? 11:37 AM

UO: I’m not a brat. You’re a presumptuous asshole. 11:37 AM

BK: get the hell over yourself and keep going 11:39 AM

BK: i know you dont wanna stop 11:40 AM

BK: let me fucking hear you damn it 11:44 AM

BK: or do i need to come up there and watch? 11:47 AM

Heat radiated out of her chest and down her spine as she stared at the blinking cursor. Ochako wasn’t sure if she was turned on or angry or nervous. He wasn’t even near her but she could hear the words in his voice. It might have been playful, but it wasn’t a question. It was a threat. 

BK: come on stop staring at the screen and fuck yourself 11:53 AM

Heart pounding hard, desperation won and Ochako gave in. Just a little, that’s all she needed. Just enough to sate the ache of desire…. She gasped at the initial movement. Ochako slowly let her hips rise and fall once more. Her moans were soft and whining at the start, but they quickly devolved into something that was low and needy and impossible to hold back as she gradually increased her pace. 

Ochako's phone was going off periodically. It went ignored until a call came through. She stopped and answered. 

“What?” she said. 

“I’m gonna help you, cheeks. I wanna fuckin' hear you for the slut you are.” Bakugou’s voice was heated and rough.

Ochako went weak and she started riding again. 

“Then why did you call? And don’t call me that,” she said breathlessly. She moaned as another wave of pleasure hit her body. “Use the spare key before I change my mind.”

Ochako hung up. 

**** Katsuki walked down the hall to her room and as he got close, he could hear her. Moans that were needy and lustful. The sound of her ass kissing the floor. Shit, he needed this so much. Don’t fuck this up, Katsuki. 

The heady scent of her arousal hit his nose as the door opened and he swallowed a groan. Fear struck her eyes as he looked down at her. Bare from the waist down, Katsuki noticed her soft thighs twitching slightly as she sat back. Her cheeks were flushed, both with what looked to be nervousness and lust. Fucking adorable, that’s what she was.

Ochako froze when she heard the doorknob turn and click. The door swung open. Bakugou’s crimson eyes were dark and ravenous the moment he saw her. Now that he was here, she was panicking, kicking her stupid, horny brain for picking up the phone at all. She hadn’t had a guy in her room for years and Bakugou was her choice? This was possibly the worst decision she’s made in a long time. 

“Hey,” he said. 

“Hi,” she said quietly. Ochako smiled but swallowed hard. “You can come in I guess.”

Bakugou shut the door behind him as he walked in. She looked down and started playing with the hem of her t-shirt He knelt down in front of her but she didn’t look up. The warmth of his breath hit her face and the hair on her neck raised, a little shiver running down. Ochako was staring at his distressed black jeans where one knee met the floor in an attempt to find a focus point. Something about it, him kneeling to meet her gaze, filled her belly with warmth and made her blush. Even if she could pinpoint it, she wasn’t sure if she’d want to. Say something, Ochako, anything….

“I don’t know why I asked you over and I’m kind of regretting it,” she blurted awkwardly. 

“’S okay. I won’t bite… unless you ask nicely,” he teased. 

The heat and fullness between her legs was throbbing as he spoke. Ochako gripped the fabric in her hands so tightly her knuckles went white. 

“And I don’t want to have sex or do anything like that. I… I just wanted you here, so don’t expect anything from me,” she said defensively. 

“Never did. Just wanted to watch.” Bakugou lifted her chin, his face inches away from hers. 

Ochako kept her eyes shut tight. 

Oh god oh god this was absolutely a horrible idea, you dumb girl, she thought. The warmth of his fingers, his breath, the look she knew he likely had on his face, it made her ache for more of his touch and he hadn’t even done anything. 

“Look at me, Ochako,” he demanded. 

Fuck, her name sounded so good on his lips. She opened her eyes to find his full of heat, ready to devour her whole. He stared her down with crimson eyes in a cocky, hungry way that melted her fears into wanting. 

“Gonna let me do that?” he said softly. 

Ochako’s heart raced. She nodded. 

Bakugou sat down with his back against her bed with his legs spread wide, one knee up. He patted the empty spot in front of him. She wasn’t sure how he made black jeans and a gray t-shirt look so damn good, but he only seemed to look better sitting that way with his eyes watching her intently, blond hair askew as always.

“Put that thing in front of the mirror and face me. I wanna see all of you,” he said.

With clammy hands and a wet sshhlick as she got up, Ochako did as he asked. Her cheeks burned hot. Now she was somehow more anxious, feeling so exposed as Bakugou intently watched her core meet the soft silicone as she slowly slid back down onto the brightly colored dildo stuck to the floor between her legs. The fullness of the head and then the shaft as it gently slipped in was dizzying, pulling another groan out of her body. Ochako gripped the hem of her shirt in one hand. Bakugou grabbed her hand and moved it to his leg, the fabric of his jeans smooth under her fingers. 

“What the hell happened to you, cheeks? You’d fuckin think we were still in high school with how nervous you are. Relax,” he said. 

That got a little laugh out of her. 

“Get out of your damn head for once.”

“I don’t know how sometimes,” Ochako replied.

He scoffed and grabbed her face; his voice got darker. 

“Yes you do. Don’t be shy. Do it,” Bakugou goaded.

Ochako flushed hard; the way he provoked her was so stupidly hot. Slowly, she lifted her hips and let them sink back down with a gasp and a quiet moan.   “That’s it, keep going. Just like that…. So if you don’t wanna be a slut, what do you wanna be?” 

Fresh heat crashed over Ochako’s face at the question. Little waves of tingling pleasure shot through her core and up her spine, drawing out a whine. She tried to pull away from his grip, but he didn’t let her.

“I-I don’t know,” she whispered, trying to escape his intense gaze. She did know; she had plenty of ideas. But all of it was going to stay in her head. 

“Gonna have to find out together then, huh?” he said as he stroked her cheek. 

“Y-yeah.” 

“You’re doing a good job, angel. You look so pretty…. But I think you can do better for me, can’t you?” he said. 

Ochako’s eyes got a little wider. She stopped. A shudder rolled down her spine. His voice was soft and low, almost sweet; it jumbled up her insides and scrambled her brain. This was not the Bakugou she remembered. 

He grinned slightly. “You like that, huh? Want me to keep being a little sweet, princess?”

Ochako’s reply was instant. 

“Y-yes, please,” she said sheepishly.

“I can do that,” he said. “Sweet talk for a sweet girl….”

…sweet girl….  Something in her mind went a little fuzzier when he said that…. 

Ochako snorted, finally freeing her face from his grasp. “You, sweet? Since when?”

“I’m an asshole, not fuckin' stupid, Ochako. I can talk sweet for a pretty girl who wants to come,” he bristled as the intensity of his red eyes returned. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” she said playfully. “I’m not convinced.”

“I think you are. You just want more of it,” he replied.

The Bakugou she had in her head was grumpy and loud and aggressive. He was simultaneously full of himself and anxiously insecure. He was impatient and did what he wanted. And in the few weeks she’d been home, she’d seen that in many ways he still was all of those things… just less so than before. But this Bakugou almost had patience and a hint of softness and it made her thoughts sputter. 

“Come on, angel face. Fuck yourself for me. Show me what you really want,” he said quietly. 

Goosebumps washed over Ochako’s skin as he spoke and she whined, pushing herself down just a little harder and faster with each thrust. The thick and gentle curves of her toy teased every little tender spot in her cunt just right; shudders rippled down her back as the tension in her body grew. The needy moan that ripped out of her chest from the overwhelming sensation felt embarrassing as he stared at her face. She wanted to hide, but Bakugou only encouraged it; the look he had as his eyes went from her face to the mirror behind her and back was almost reverent. 

“Fuck, you look so good, Ochako. You take that toy so well for me. I love the way it fills your pretty cunt and makes you so damn wet. Makes me wish I could be the one making you feel good. You’re perfect. Don’t stop sweet girl, I wanna watch you all fuckin' day,” Bakugou said. 

Ochako moaned under his praise as heat slid over her body, causing her cunt to tighten and flutter. Every sensation was dialed up to ten with how achingly, wonderfully full she felt. Pleasure licked her back and legs with every movement she made. 

“That’s it… just like that. Make yourself feel good for me. Your voice is so pretty when you moan, angel…. So damn cute,” he said. 

The look of lust and flushed cheeks on Bakugou’s face only made her want him more. She broke her gaze from his and chanced a look down to his lap, gripping the fabric of his jeans tighter with wide eyes when she did. His cock was hard and it was big, but in that perfect way where it was thick and just long enough to make her ache for it. Ochako groaned with want and cursed at the sight. 

“Katsuki…” she whimpered. 

Bakugou smirked.

“Like seeing what you do to me, cheeks?”

“Yes,” she said. 

“Good. ’S been that way for a long fuckin time,” he said. 

Before she could process what he’d said, he took her face in both hands and kissed her hard and fast. 

**** Katsuki was already really fucking impatient. He wanted to rip Ochako’s shirt off and run his hands and mouth over every part of her body, kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, make her look up at him with that little bit of fear mixed with desire, make her ride his face until she couldn’t fucking string words together, hold her down and fuck her until her mind went numb. But he could see that patience was what she needed, and that was the one thing he never fucking had. All of that would have to wait for another day, no matter how bad he wanted it. If there even was another day. 

Somehow, watching Ochako gave him the patience he needed if it meant he got to see her like this…. The way her bottom lip quivered and her breath went shallow and quick before letting out a whining moan. The way she pushed her face into his hand when he stroked her cheek, yearning for his touch. How she flushed and got a little closer to coming when he said something she really liked. How she sobbed when his hand slid back, gathered a large fistful of hair, and gently pulled, and she begged, “harder, please Katsuki,” with her brown doe eyes staring back at him, full of want and desperate need. The sight of her thighs quivering a little every time the pleasure seemed to be overwhelming, and the feeling of her gripping tighter onto his thigh when it happened…. Hell, just the sight of her ass moving in the mirror, the lips of her dripping cunt gripping and swallowing her dildo whole with every thrust, getting filled and stretched so good would be enough to make him bust if his cock was out. 

But not today. Today was for her, he’d decided, not just some girl who could get him off.

Maybe proving that he’d grown some amount of self restraint over the years would be enough. 

Maybe then she would finally fucking get it. 

**** If Ochako thought she needed to come before, it felt nothing like the need she had now. Every time she got close, he told her to stop. Whenever she tried to reach between her legs for that last little push, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. And stupidly enough, she listened. 

The look on Bakugou’s face grew more sadistic the more restless she got. 

Ochako whined as he snatched her hand for the fourth time. 

“You told me you were gonna edge yourself. Just trying to help, princess,” he said with a grin. “Can’t have you thinking I’d keep such a sweet girl from getting what she wants.”

“Katsuki, please,” she begged, “I need it.”

A thin film of sweat was on her back. She couldn’t think as she continued to thrust; everything inside her was so mixed up and horny and achy and needy. Her breath was heavy. Her clit throbbed. The down hairs on her skin raised as shudders and shivers danced across her skin only reminding her of what she wanted. 

“But you’re doing so well, angel. You’re being such a good girl, making me so proud…” he purred. 

Ochako groaned. He’s getting too good at that, and way too quickly… she thought, as a shiver slipped down her spine. 

She took his hand and guided it to her wet cunt where her hips moved, eyes glossy and desperate as she looked back at him. 

“Please, Katsuki,” she said softly. 

Katsuki caved. Either he was some kind of weak little shit, or a fucking goner. It was her damn eyes that made him too soft; he would give her anything if she asked, at least right now. 

“You want me to make you come, pretty girl?” he said. 

“Yes, please,” she replied.

The heat of his rough, calloused hand met with her hot, slick skin where he rubbed firmly. Ochako cried out and grasped his wrist tightly.

“G-gently,” she stuttered.

His touch lightened and she felt her body relax a little. A wave of relief washed over her skin. 

“Slower…”

“Like this?” he asked.

Bakugou’s movement slowed and Ochako moaned, her body beginning to tremble as he stroked her clit softly with the pads of his fingers. She leaned more of her weight into her hands to support herself as the tension in her body unraveled at his fingers; her legs quivered with weakness. 

“Shit, yes, fuck,” she babbled. “That’s perfect, please don’t stop.”

“Good girl, you asked so nicely. That's exactly what I want,” he said. 

Ochako’s climax built as her body unwound and she groaned. She looked at Bakugou to take in the lust on his face; his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with want, his face and neck flushed. Seeing his desire for her drew a whine from her throat, her breath heavy and panting. 

“You’re so damn gorgeous, you know that, Ochako? You’ve been so fucking good for me, listening so well. I love how wet and desperate you are,” he said, voice wrecked with desire. 

Bakugou’s words made her moan as he stared back at her. The muscles in her core fluttered erratically as chills ran down her spine. Ochako clamped a hand over her mouth in an attempt to quiet herself, her moans increasingly wanton and unhindered as her mind slowed down to feel every little thread of pleasure radiating from her cunt, weaving itself across her skin. 

Bakugou took his free hand and pulled hers away. 

“No. Let me hear you.”

“There are other neighbors, Katsuki,” she said with a hint of anxiety. 

“So? Who gives a fuck?” he replied. “You want me to make you come, and I wanna hear it. You gonna let me do that?”

Ochako went back and forth in her head for a moment before she gave in. “You better make it fucking worth it.”

“You’re damn right, I will,” he growled as his eyes flared. 

Bakugou slid his fingers across her scalp through sweat-dampened hair to the back of her skull, gathering as much as he could and pulled her head back with a firm grip. Ochako’s mouth fell open and her eyes rolled, a deep, heated groan bubbling up out of her chest. His tone was low and rough as he spoke, the heat of his breath on her ear making her tremble as shivering goosebumps raced across her skin. 

“You’ve been so fuckin' good, Ochako. I’m gonna make you come so hard you see stars. I can’t wait to see how perfect you look when you come. You’re gonna sound so pretty for me and I fuckin' love it,” he said. 

The steady pace of his fingers on her clit pulled her deeper into ecstasy as each thrust of her hips sent toe curling pleasure radiating down her legs to the soles of her feet. Ochako moved harder and faster, chasing her impending release. 

“Just like that, keep going. You’re so beautiful like this. Given in, let yourself feel good…. You’re doing so well,” he said. 

The number of different pleasant sensations firing in her body was dizzying as she lost herself in it. 

“Katsuki, I….” Her thoughts trailed off into a moan when another wave of mind numbing pleasure hit and her legs began to shake. 

Bakugou gave her the final push she desperately craved. “That’s it, babygirl. You’re so fuckin' close, aren’t you? Don’t hold back, give it all to me. Come for me, angel….”

Ochako came with a loud cry, orgasm crashing down on her body as she shook. Her eyes went white and her mind blank; pleasure hit again with intensity that made her legs give out.

“Good fucking girl, fuck…. That’s it, princess. Don’t stop. Don’t stop coming for me. I want it all. You’re so pretty when you come.” Bakugou wrapped an arm around her and she braced herself against the support as his hand between her thighs carried her through the rest of her climax.

She reached down to grasp his hand when it became too intense and he stopped. 

“Good girl…. That was perfect. I’m so fuckin proud of you, angel face,” he said. 

Ochako whimpered in his arms, little shivers still coursing through her veins. As she came to, the weight of what had transpired hit her. Her eyes went wide. She froze, trying to think of what to say. 

Bakugou interrupted her thoughts. 

“Don’t overthink it, cheeks,” he said. “I sure as hell don’t regret it and neither should you.”

Her ears grew hot. 

“Right. You’re right,” she said stiffly. “Um. I - have to shower and clean up. But you’re welcome to stay for a little while… i-if you want.”

He scoffed. “You think I’d just leave?” 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “We’ve never been that close. I don’t know what kind of person you are outside of what I remember.”

He crossed his arms with a grumpy look. “Give me some credit, I’m… not like that,” he grumbled. 

Ochako couldn’t help but grin a little at his attempt to display some modicum of kindness. Wincing slightly as she pulled off of the toy between her legs, her body quickly started to feel the aftermath of it all. She fumbled trying to peel the slippery dildo off the floor. 

“Leave it. I’ll take care of it,” he said. 

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” Bakugou replied. 

He was met with silence as Ochako processed her next thought. 

“Okay. Um. There’s mild soap in the top right drawer in my bathroom. Wash with that and leave it to dry,” she said. 

“Got it. Now go,” he said. 

Ochako didn’t have to be told twice; her mind was reeling with a million thoughts after a decidedly strange day, unsure if she wanted it to happen again. With clean clothes in hand, she closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. 

**** Katsuki ruminated on the day while he laid in Ochako’s bed with her nodding off in his arms. The sweet, floral scent of her shampoo filled his nose as his fingers ran through her hair. 

“This isn’t going to happen again,” she’d insisted when she got out of the shower. 

“Didn’t plan on it,” he’d replied as he laid back on her duvet. 

“You don’t have to stay to be polite,” she’d said. 

“I’m not,” he’d said as he got under the covers. “Relax, cheeks. I’ll leave soon.”

He’d locked the bedroom door to keep out a nosey Mina, though with luck, he’d planned to be home before she or Kiri ever found out. 

After several minutes, faint little snores filled the quiet space. Katsuki didn’t want to go, but he did want a chance of Ochako not being pissy with him later because he got caught in her room. Slowly and carefully, he got out of her bed and pulled up the covers. 

Katsuki grabbed the spare key he’d left on her nightstand, slipped his sneakers on at the front door, and locked it behind him. 

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[an-aspiration]

Marshmellow

warnings: tooth rotting fluff (i hate writing this but i cant help myself)

summary: you and carl spend a cozy winter evening together being a cozy couple 500 words

December 19th.

Today was breezy and crisp, perfect for sweaters and staying indoors. It didn’t snow like you and Carl had hoped bur it eventually would. You were stirring hot cocoa in the kitchen of your shared home. As you peered out the window into the dim sky, it gave you nostalgia to the winters of your childhood. christmas presents, santa, cozy socks. This year you tried your best to re create those memories. You put romantic gifts under the tree for Carl and he did for you.

Returning to your cup of cocoa, you licked the liquid off the spoon and put it in the sink to wash later. You decided to add sprinkles and gooey marshmallows to the cup, now in a hurry to get back upstairs, you burnt your hand on the bottom side of the cup and winced.

You glanced at the red mark left on the inside of your palm cursing yourself for being mindless at the moment. You went on and walked up the stairs with it in hand to carls room. As you pushed the door open with your free hand you saw carl reading one of the forbidden books you hid in your third drawer.

“Carl what are you doing!!”

He jumped and attempted to hide the book behind his back. “Its not what it looks like”

“What the book crawled out of the drawer and started talking to you?” You joked

“You can’t blame me! I ran out of comics and those books have to be very interesting if you’re so serious about keeping them a secret. But I’m sorry I’ll put it back” He said revealing ‘Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur’

An ounce of sympathy spread through your heart and you settled on the fact that it might not be so bad to read that book just once. For the sake of the holidays.

“Ugh fine, we’ll read it together.” You said taking a seat on his bed and patting on his spot.

He excitedly sat down and handed you the book, and took the Cocoa in hand.

You both sat criss cross apple sauce, shoulder to shoulder. The warmth in the room was coming from the softness of the moment.

You opened the book to your favorite chapter and cleared your throat.

You read

“when my mother was pregnant

with her second child i was four

i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how

my mother had gotten so big in such little time

my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and

said the closest thing to god on this earth

is a woman’s body it’s where life comes from

and to have a grown man tell me something

so powerful at such a young age

changed me to see the entire universe

rested at my mother’s feet”

You paused to see if Carl was enjoying the chapter and saw him with the most loving expression you had ever seen, which made you smile from ear to ear.

He took a sip out of the mug and brought it to your lips to try. It was smooth and piping hot, but the eyes he gave you made your temperature rise.

He slipped his hands into your hair and kissed you leaving your lips all pink. Simple silence filled the air for moments, you both set down what you had in hand. Both of you had done this and much more together but this time felt like verification that it was meant to be happening.

Once you pulled away he brought his head down to give your shoulder a kiss then handed the book back to you to read. “please”

A/N!!

writing this gave me the heebie jeebies but i think its good. also sorry if when i reply to you or follow you back it says a diff username i’m lowkey a boomer when it comes to technology

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[yunjardi]

we're all friends now, right? (just a friend part 2)

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warnings::: smut (MDNI please), light angst in the beginning, possessiveness(??), lowkey unresolved feelings, hard dom sunghoon and jake, lots of trash talking between sunghoon and jake lol, fem. reader, threesome, oral, usage of the pet name 'slut,' unprotected sex (contain that shanker before you spank her), degradation, reader's hands were tied for a little bit, fingering, trapping, dirty talk (lmk if i missed anything else)

wc- ~2.8k

if there are any errors, oops lol

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you and sunghoon hadn't talked much since the day that you two fought. the only words you guys exchanged over the past three days were honestly just cheap excuses to talk to each other because you missed each other's voices but were too stubborn to actually address the issue. you guys would ask each other things like "should we order takeout?" "do you need anything from the grocery store?" "do you wanna watch a movie tonight?" etc. just to make things seem fine even though they clearly weren't.

it was another one of those times where you decided to go out to the grocery store just to kill time because you didn't want to be the one to address the situation first, so you asked the now age-old question "do you need anything from the store?" to which he replied with a head shake. deep down you hoped he'd say yes just so that you could hear his voice more. but anyway. you walked out the front door, knowing that you'd just be aimlessly walking around the store, making sure to get a few things to make it seem like you actually had a reason to go to the grocery store.

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sunghoon wasn't exactly having an easy time either. he wanted to talk to you as much as you wanted to talk to him, but again, his stubbornness got the best of him. he hated not knowing who the hell that person who dropped you off at home three mornings ago.  

suddenly, there was a knock at the door that snapped him out of his thoughts. he knew that it couldn't have been you because you left a little less than twenty minutes ago, but he decided to go answer the door anyway. he opened the door and was greeted by a (very handsome looking) dude who was holding what seemed to be a box of cookies.

"um, i think you have the wrong house," sunghoon said awkwardly, looking the guy up and down. "nope, i know this is the right house," the guy said as he put his hand on the nape of his neck, seeming to get impatient. "who even are you, dude?" sunghoon asked, annoyed. "jake sim," he replied, "i took y/n home a few days ago and wanted to check in on her." an angry fire burned in sunghoon's stomach at jake's response. "what business do you have with my girlfriend, you asshole," sunghoon scowled, looking jake straight in his eyes. jake shrugged smugly, "you have some nerve calling her your girlfriend considering the way she was moaning for me a few nights ago. she seemed like she hadn't been fucked good in a while." by this point, sunghoon was fuming and had no idea how to reply. "what's wrong? cat got your tongue?" jake instigated. "you know what," sunghoon started, "you should come inside and wait for her to come back. i'm sure she wouldn't want her little fuck buddy to catch a cold out there." sunghoon let him into the house, a plan brewing in his head as jake walked in and took his shoes off.  

the two boys took a seat on the couch with an awkward distance between each other, and it took a few painstakingly awkward minutes for sunghoon to turn over to jake and start talking to him. "when she gets home, let's settle this," sunghoon said, looking jake dead in his eyes. "what do you mean?" jake asked, looking up at sunghoon. "we'll both fuck her, and we'll see who she has more fun with," sunghoon shrugged nonchalantly as if his plan was something that happened regularly. jake's eyes widened at the bold proposal. jake pretended to think for a second before smirking. "deal."

needless to say, you had no idea what you were in for.

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you parked your car in the driveway, stomach dropping when you saw a familiar car pulled up on the curb near your house. that familiar car being jake's. you rush into the house, hoping that it was just a coincidence. nothing could have prepared you for the sight that you were about to see.

sunghoon and jake sitting on the couch next to each other, talking as if they were... friends? they both looked over at you as if everything was normal. "welcome back," sunghoon said, "we have a visitor." at this point, you were about to shit your pants in disbelief. "sunghoon, i-i can explain-" you sputtered as you approached the couch where they were sat. "no need," sunghoon interrupted, "now, be a good girl and come here." you couldn't help but gulp anxiously, not sure what your fate was.

you approached the two boys, both of them looking at you up and down. you weren't even wearing anything particularly sexy, just an oversized shirt with thigh high socks, but they had this unexplainable look in their eyes that screamed 'we're both gonna ruin you.' your innocent eyes seemed to provoke them more as sunghoon approached you, proceeding to put his hands around your hips and pulling you into a heated kiss. jake quickly made a move, pulling you away from sunghoon and pushing your back up against the wall the way he did back at his place last time he fucked you.

you had to admit that you liked the way they were fighting for your attention. seeing two extremely sexy guys at each other's throats desperate to be the one who pleases you the most really boosted your self-esteem. you were quickly snapped out of your mildly narcissistic thoughts as you felt sunghoon wrap his cold fingertips around your forearm, ripping you away from jake's hold.  

"you need to be reminded who you belong to, you brat," sunghoon smirked as he pulled you into your shared bedroom, jake following closely behind you two. "i want you on the bed now, and by the time i get back, your shirt better be off, got it?" sunghoon demanded before walking into the closet to grab something. you nodded as you began to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, now feeling shy at the way both jake and sunghoon were looking at you.  

sunghoon disappeared into the closet and just as you were about to lift your shirt over your head, jake grabbed a hold of your wrist, prompting you to look up at him with your innocent eyes. "let me help you with that, princess," jake said softly, running his veiny hand across your forearm before taking your shirt off for you, leaving you exposed. jake licked his lips at the sight of you in your simple black bra and panties, his pants becoming more and more restraining by the second. "fuck it," jake breathed out, ripping his shirt off, causing you to pull him closer until he was on the bed next to you, "such a slut. your boyfriend could walk in any second, yet you're all over me."

just then, sunghoon emerged from the closet holding one of his silky neckties. he crossed his arms, causing the veins that lined his sexy forearms to pop out as he let out a few tsks, shaking his head. "such a needy girl, huh?" sunghoon said as he approached the bed, necktie in hand. you nodded at him as you leaned forward, making sure to gently press your upper arms against your chest to make your breasts pop more. sunghoon placed the tie down on the bed as he lifted his shirt off, throwing it to the side as he climbed onto the bed, practically pushing jake off to the side.

sunghoon pushed your back up against the headboard and ordered you to hold your arms out, tying your wrists together gently. his calm action contradicted what he was going to do to you in just a few seconds.

"i'll show you how she really likes it," sunghoon boasted as he smirked in jake's direction. jake rolled his eyes at the statement but still, he inched closer to you to run his fingers through your hair, a more competitive spirit sparking between the two boys. "you better watch it, sim," sunghoon scowled as he lowered his head closer and closer to your soaked panties, "she won't even be able to look at you by the time i'm done with her." "whatever you say," jake shrugged as he ran his soft fingers from your neck down to your chest, goosebumps forming on your body.

you felt sunghoon's soft lips running down your inner thighs before he moved his head to the side of your right thigh, latching onto the waistband of your panties with his teeth and pulling them down. his sharp fangs lightly scraped the sides of your legs as he continued to pull you panties down until they were completely off. "cheating on me with another dude knowing damn well i still make you wet and needy," he chuckled followed by a scoff. sunghoon grabbed your panties and tossed them over to jake who flinched at the sudden action. "here, a little souvenir for you," sunghoon smirked cockily before bringing his head down to your warmth and attaching his lips to your sensitive clit, making you gasp at the feeling of his tongue.  

he began to work his tongue around your already soaked pussy, making you whine and moan out for him, desperate to tug on his hair but not being able to. you could practically feel jake's jealously radiating through the room as he watched sunghoon eat you out. jake roughly began to unbuckle his belt and rip his pants off. "hurry up, dude," jake complained as he grabbed a hold of your thigh, becoming needier and needier. sunghoon looked up from between your legs, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. "okay, so show me how it's done since you said she 'hasn't been fucked good in a while,'" sunghoon mocked as he licked his lips, making sure not to waste any of your arousal, beginning to pull his pants off as well.

jake swiftly flipped you onto your elbows and knees, getting ready to pound you from behind. gently, he reached over to untie your hands. "i know you're gonna need to grip onto the bedsheets while i fuck you, so i'll untie you," jake smirked as he spanked your ass, entering your soon after. you let out a sharp moan, biting your lip in attempt to muffle the noises that threatened to escape your lips. sunghoon looked infuriated at the fact that he wasn't the one making you moan, which made jake smirk more as he began to shove his length in and out of you, watching the way your ass bounced against his hips with every thrust.  

soon, sunghoon had enough of just watching and positioned himself on his knees in front of you. "be a good girl and put those pretty lips around my cock," he demanded as you took him in your mouth without any hesitation, making him hiss and throw his head back, "just like that, princess." the feeling of you moaning against his cock was enough to drive him insane. you gripped tightly onto the bedsheets as a cheap attempt to make yourself not lose control. you swore jake was going deeper and deeper with every stroke. it was as if he found a new sweet spot with every long thrust.  

"so fucking tight," jake moaned out as he dug his nails into the skin of your ass, "just for me, all for me." you felt sunghoon jolt in jealousy at his statement, pulling himself out of your mouth and pulling you away from jake and into a missionary position, eager to mark you as his. "out of my way," sunghoon growled, "we both know damn well she's mine, isn't that right, princess?" sunghoon asked as he slid his length into you, causing your legs to tremble. "y-yes, hoonie," you whined out as he began to snap his hips against yours, prompting you to wrap your calves around his waist, wanting to feel him deeper.  

whenever one of the boys had your attention, it made the other feel a jealous rage. with jealousy rushing through his body, jake positioned himself near your mouth, ordering you to suck him off. "such a slut," jake groaned out, "so good with your mouth, hm?" you tried your best to nod in response. "and who taught you how to use that pretty mouth of yours, huh?" sunghoon butted in, pushing jake over by nudging his abdomen, "answer me, slut." he ordered. "y-you did, hoonie," you said in between desperate moans. jake scoffed as he pumped his hard cock a few times before making you take him in your mouth again, groaning every time you swirled your tongue around his tip.  

"this pretty pussy is all for me, is that right, slut?" sunghoon questioned as he brought his veiny hand down to begin rubbing at your sensitive clit. "m-mhm," you moaned out, jake seeming to fume at your response. "is that so?" jake said as he raised an eyebrow at you, "well, i guess i'm gonna have to change your mind." in a sudden and rough motion, jake yanked you away from sunghoon's hold, bringing you to the edge of the bed and ordering you to bend over. you stuck your ass out and arched your back, desperate to be filled up again; you couldn't stand the feeling of emptiness.  

jake entered you again, your legs already feeling weak at the sensation. not wanting to leave sunghoon out, you motioned for him to scoot closer to you, proceeding to wrap your hand around his cock and begin stroking it. he hissed at the pleasure while watching the way your boobs bounced with every one of jake's thrusts. "fuck!" you screamed out, biting the bedsheets again to quiet yourself down while you began to jerk sunghoon's hard member at a faster speed.  

at this point, the room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and the lewd noises that uncontrollably escaped everyone's lips; the volume was enough to get the neighbors to file a noise complaint. you couldn't even form a sentence as the knot in your stomach came undone, your cum now running down your inner thighs and onto jake's length, mixing with his own seed. "aw, you poor thing," jake cooed mockingly, "little slut couldn't even let me know that she was about to cum." your legs trembled as you gently climbed back onto the bed after jake's attack on your now sore pussy. "go on," jake started, pointing at sunghoon, "see if you can do what i can do."  and at that, sunghoon smirked and laid you down on your back, roughly spreading your legs apart. he pumped himself a few times before teasing you with his throbbing tip, pushing himself in slowly. you gasped at the feeling as your walls immediately clenched around his veiny cock.  

"fuck," he groaned out as he bit down on his lip, "i feel it, princess." you looked up at him with your begging eyes yet again. "p-please don't s-stop," you moaned out as you felt your second orgasm soon approaching. "yeah? you like that? you want me to cum inside you?" sunghoon asked teasingly as he kissed your chest, "gonna put my babies in you so you can't leave me, yeah?" you couldn't help but nod at the thought of being filled up with his warm seed as jake crept up next to you. "what a whore," jake scoffed as he gently bit down on the soft flesh of your chest, "needs two big cocks just to please her. so whiny and desperate to be pounded." "mhm," you nodded in response, "so needy for y-you and hoonie."  

not long after, sunghoon released his hot cum inside you. he took his fingers and fingered any of the remaining seed that may have tried to seep out of your abused pussy. "such a good girl for taking in all my babies like that," sunghoon smirked before kissing the skin just below your bellybutton, proceeding to collapse onto the bed, all of you panting in attempt to calm down from our highs. "you know, i'll be honest" jake started, "you're not all that bad at fucking." you snickered then proceeded to cover your face to hide the fact that you were beginning to blush. you all shared a laugh, still panting lightly and sweating. you looked over at your boyfriend and then at jake.

"so, we're all friends now, right?"

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a/n: hi lol. thank you guys so much for the support on part one of this fic <3 i hope that you guys enjoyed this part as well. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to make a third installment of this, but i’ll definitely try if you guys want me to :) also, i’m making a permanent taglist, so if you want to be a part of it, send an ask and i’ll add you right away <3 

p.s. look forward to another fic coming out in a few days 

- jake whore jardi <3

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[hum-suffer]

10 minute pehle ke news ki tea spill karoooooo

Grab your seatbelts because this is a wild and offensive ride.

Context: my friend had a birthday today, let's call her Butterfly. Butterfly is Moon boy's bestie. Me and K (my bestie) became friends with Moon Boy ages ago but we befriended Butterfly only recently during our exams.

Aaj Butterfly ki birthday mein, body shaming girl put up a story wishing her which read,"Happy birthday [Moon Boy] ki bestie." I was furious at her since like last season and even previous episode. Aaj ka precap isme hi aa gaya tha.

Tea:

So me and Moon Boy went to get Butterfly a cake for her birthday to celebrate in college without telling anyone but K. We got the cake and came back, and Body Shaming girl, let's call her Chintu (yes it's her nickname idek why), her group was lowkey offended that we didn't involve them in Butterfly's birthday plan

Moon Boy, that bloody diplomat, knew. He lured them all in with the cake cutting promise and everyone gathered around Butterfly, whom I had not allowed to peek at the cake. We had forgotten to get matchsticks so he went off to find matchsticks to light candles. Meanwhile...

Another girl, whom I did like until she turned into an ass licker, started fiddling with the cake. Bringing it out of box, trying to rip open the box to see the cake. I was politely trying to get her to stop until she tried to open the box. I opened the box instead and then closed it instantly and put it out of her reach. I told her to stop hovering and sit down.

Seeing her ass licker get shoved aside, Chintu was mad. But she was about to be madder.

I'm name dropping this one because i detest him the most. MOST. Bhavya, this lanky oversmart buy with a chomu hairstyle and round glasses, dared to be oversmart.

One thing that everyone should know about me is that I'm fiercely defensive of each of my friends. I treasure them beyond reason. Even if they're new friends.

Bhavya said, and i quote,"Burn Butterfly and use her to light the candles."

I said,"Maybe we should use you, since Teri already jal Rahi hai."

He went bitter and replied,"Jal nahi Rahi hai thik hai? Mere time to cake bhi nhi thi."

"should have had better friends," i said, which must have also offended Chintu.

Bhavya went even more bitter and said,"Mere dost jo the vo tere aaj ke dost hi the. Tere Jo itne saare ladke dost hai na. Vohi." (Lies. I'm acquainted with some boys because I'm a nice person and like to maintain connections. The only male friend i have is Moon Boy.)

I knew what he was implying but Butterfly was already shaking her head. I laughed,"Their behaviour isn't my responsibility."

He was about to say something and Butterfly said to not do this on her birthday. I laughed and said okay, I won't. Butterfly looked at me gratefully and Moon Boy returned till then. He noticed the harsh environment but said nothing and i continued pretending that I didn't want to kill anyone.

Me and Moon Boy took over, shifted benches and made Butterfly sit down, got her the cake(she loved it btw), lit up the candle. Chintu and her ass licker started pretending to care and warning how one shouldn't keep fire near them and blah blah blah. Whilst standing right behind me. I didn't say anything.

As we sang happy birthday, Bhavya sang "Happy birthday [Butterfly] aaj tu mar jayegi". I wanted to hit him but i didnt. By the look on his face, Moon Boy knew my smile wasn't entirely genuine after we finished the birthday song. I pushed him off to be the first one to eat the cake since he's the closest in relation to her. I was clicking pictures with his phone and i heard them criticise even that right behind my back. (Sue me, idk how to operate iphones instantly).

Chintu said,"Maine bola tha ki haath mein rakh ke candle mat jao but sunte nhi hai na kuch log." Bhavya asked who and she replied that she'll tell later. (Can you BE anymore obvious???)

We ended up having fun. I sent off K after me and later I went myself to eat the cake. Took a tiny bite because I don't like sweets too much, and fed Butterfly a wafer chocolate roll. She ate half of it and I fed the rest half to K and Moon Boy respectively. I heard them speak about that as well.

I sat down on a free bench, since I had period cramps, and the sheer joy of being around people and celebrating on Butterfly made me keep my words quiet and it was enough to make me smile widely.

(They did not like that. Duhhhhhhhhhh)

After this, me and Butterfly and K discussed this whole interaction whilst Moon Boy, the darling diplomat, went around fulfilling his volunteer duty and social media manager duty by clicking photos and videos.

The university secretary of the abvp, he came near us to find Moon Boy but he couldn't so I kept him in conversation for almost an hour. Moon Boy returned, listened to the conversation and was tiredly sitting quietly. I and K went to fetch our respective buckles and water bottles from our vehicles and we stayed there talking to some acquaintances. Butterfly came with us too.

I spied Moon Boy drifting in the place and went to him but he had been roped in with Chintu's group so I told him where he'll find me and left, ignoring the rest of them.

Ting ting tadinggggggggg agla update, next kalesh ke baad🫶🏽 (also no one needs to go anon to ask for such tea my loves, I'm happy to provide always 🫶🏽)

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