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niningtori · 9 days

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supermodel | part two

part one

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after finding out one of your closest friends sabotaged your relationship with beomgyu in hopes of having him all to herself, you end up spending a night with him. you may come to regret it when you realize beomgyu may not have been as innocent as he initially seemed.

genre: romance, angst, MELODRAMA, yandere, smut (MDNI!!!)

warnings: MDNI!!! yandere!gyu (super manipulative!gyu at least), more (justified imo) cheating, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, pregnancy kink, voyeurism (ig?), dom!gyu, sub!gyu, if i'm missing anything lmk

word count: 6.2k

notes: alright ;_; after much debate i'm reposting this probably only for a few days just so everyone who wanted to read can read it before i (probably) delete again! posting this made me feel rlly insecure for some reason but thanks to my moots and anons i feel a lot better ab it :) at least for a little bit. also, i know the direction may have taken quite the turn but this is genuinely just how it came out 😭 if you don't like it i'm sorry ( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

it’s hard to reason with beomgyu as he presses hot kisses down your neck, but it’s not like you’re not trying. you think you’re trying really hard, actually, but it’s nothing in comparison to the effort he’s putting in to make you lose your mind. you have no control over your moans when he sucks a hickey into your neck. you feel heat pooling in your stomach as he grabs your ass and snakes his other hand up your hoodie to catch one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he’s finally tasted you and, like a man starved, he’ll be damned before someone takes away what’s his.

“b-beomie, we can’t! let’s go back to my place, at least,” you try to reason, but your resolve is weakening as you feel your pussy wetten under his caresses.

“shh, hana’s not gonna be home tonight,” he whispers. “just want you so bad, can’t wait.” he looks so earnest, you can’t bear to part from him. his puppy eyes look devastated, so what else can you do besides relent? and he knows it, too. now he’s got you.

he leads you to hana’s bedroom, where he’s spent countless nights listening to her talk about how much she loves him, has loved him for years. he wants to roll his eyes at this, but he doesn’t want you to misunderstand, so he keeps it to himself. he’ll admit, she really did pull the wool over his eyes when she said you didn’t like him, so he can’t wait to see her reaction when she realizes you two have finally figured it out. if she wants to play dirty, they can both try their hand and see who wins.

and it feels an awful lot like he’s winning when he sees you undress once again, body bare with traces of him on every part of you. even if he hadn’t marked you up so much, and he has, there’s still evidence of his impact on you leaking out of your pussy. you letting him come inside was truly unexpected, but welcome, nonetheless. he knows, when you’ve sobered up from your lustful daze, you’ll ask him if he’s ever fucked hana raw. you’ll probably cry again and rush to get plan b, but he’ll tell you he’s not stupid. he’d never fuck anyone without protection, especially someone he likes as little as he likes hana. he just likes you so much, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. you’re everything he dared to wish you would be. even better, actually, and now that he’s tasted you, he never wants to stop.

the feeling of wanting to be close to you reemerges when he sees you dropping to your knees for him. you fiddle with the zipper of his pants and he sighs when cool air meets his bare cock. and you're so perfect with your makeup smudged, hair in disarray, and mouth open, prettily presented for fucking.

you start with a lick of your lips and he’s already rock hard from the anticipation. you grab his base and tease little licks up and down his length. he never thought he’d be particularly into that, really, but you look so hungry for him it makes him whine. finally, you lick the precum off of his tip and he moans when you shallowly take in the tip of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks. you bob your head shallowly and it’s taking every ounce of self control he has not to grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat. but he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he lets you tease him. for now, at least. you take more and more of him into your warm mouth until you can feel his tip searing the back of your throat. you can’t possibly fit all of him into your mouth, so you take the rest of him in your hands. you look up at him with watery eyes, almost like you’re asking for his approval, and his already thinning patience snaps. he grabs your hair and pumps himself in and out of you. you try to meet his thrusts with teasing swipes of your tongue, never once breaking eye contact. the combination of your gaze and the sight of your drool mixed with his precum dripping out of your mouth drives him crazy.

“baby, look, you’re drooling all over my cock.” you hum in agreement, but a nasty thought crosses his mind as he remembers that you almost went out with another man tonight.

“mmm, who taught you how to use that slutty little mouth?” he asks, riling himself up for reasons unknown. the thought of someone else seeing you like this is enough to push him to madness. he fucks himself into your mouth mercilessly. you’re coughing and slobbering all over his cock, but it’s only when hot tears pour down your face that he registers what he’s doing. how can he bear to hurt you? he pulls out and you’re gasping for air.

“shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. c’mere,” he coos, leading you to the bed.

you lay down shakily and he takes a moment just to admire your body and the work he’s done to it. he can’t control the want in his gaze when he sees your pussy dripping on hana’s comforter. it’s sick to see, in a way, but it excites him even more.

“turn around,” he commands, and you would, you really, really would, but your limbs feel so weak, it’s a chore. he sighs and roughly turns you on your stomach himself. he manhandles you into kneeling on all fours and it’s all you can do not to buckle under such force, but you can’t deny the way it makes your pussy clench around nothing when he does this. as if he can read your mind, he lets out a soft laugh as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. you’ve obviously just fucked, but you’re still as tight and hot as the first time. slowly, he feels you stretch and spasm to accommodate his length – pussy gripping him like a vise. he shakes when he feels himself completely sheathed in you.

“g-good girl,” he praises. “so good for me.” then, without giving you another moment to adjust, he begins thrusting into you. his hips meet your ass and he’s awestruck by the sight of it as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix relentlessly. as he’s pumping into your heat, you don’t mean for your arms to give out from under you, but they do. he’s just fucking you so good you can’t help but feel weak. he chuckles at how you’re becoming undone after just a few strokes, but truthfully? he’s endeared. you were so brave in talking back to him earlier, but that attitude is completely gone as you lay there and let him take you over and over again.

“nghh… not so hard, beomie,” you moan.

“is it good, baby? i can feel you milking my cock. tell me it’s good, or i’ll stop,” he threatens.

“mmm, ‘s good! too good!”! you cry.

you’re so busy moaning out beomgyu’s name with your face mashed in the pillows, you really don’t hear the apartment door open and keys being thrown carelessly on the table, but as for beomgyu? he hears it all and it brings a mean, lopsided grin to his face. you’d think he would, at the very least, slow down, but he only rams harder and harder into you. the sound of wetness and skin slapping skin echo throughout the room. hana really wasn’t supposed to be home, this much is true, but what beomgyu didn’t tell you is that she had texted him saying her plans have changed and that he should come over. truly, he couldn’t have conjured up a better outcome than the one unfolding before him.

“beomgyu?!” hana shrieks. you’re so surprised you nearly jump out of beomgyu’s grasp, but he holds your ass in place as he continues his thrusts.

“don’t listen to her, just feel me,” he says in a raspy tone. and what can you do besides listen when he drills himself even harder into you? when you feel the veins of his cock dragging against your insides, you’re tuning out hana’s desperate cries, intentionally or not.

“coming inside, okay?” he, well, you would say ‘asks’, but it’s more of a statement of fact rather than a question. “take it all, baby,” he says as his hips begin to stutter. he smacks your ass — just because he can — and you feel it pulsate throughout your entire body as you clench around him, seeing nothing but white behind your eyelids as your release finally comes along with his.

you’re gasping for air when you finish. he carefully pulls out and watches as your cum and his mix together in the most sinful way. it’s a truly a sight to see, and if he had more time, he would be whipping out his phone and capturing the moment to revisit the next time he’s alone, but hana’s words are cutting into his bliss before he can fully appreciate the sight before him.

“b-beomie? w-what’s going on?” hana asks, tears streaming unabashedly down her pretty face. beomgyu is far too preoccupied to appreciate them, though, as he gently helps you sit up and thoughtfully wipes the drool and tears off of your face.

“‘what’s going on?’” he begins mockingly. “do you really need me to show you again?” he sneers.

meanwhile, you feel like a deer in headlights as you meet hana’s gaze. you feel dirty and small as you try your damndest to cover yourself up. hana’s soft eyes harden while she stares at you.

“you. you did this, you fucking slut,” she spits. you break your gaze and stare down at your naked body. you feel incredibly vulnerable because, as you already know, she’s right. you feel your eyes heat up with tears, this time from guilt and humiliation rather than pleasure.

“you’d better watch your fucking mouth,” beomgyu says, eyebrows furrowed and voice even deeper than usual.

“i just don’t understand. why? why her? and how could you do this to me? you said you loved me!” she shrieks, grabbing beomgyu’s arm. he harshly pulls away and instead collects your sweats and hoodie. you can’t help but stare. he said he loved her then he turned around and fucked you? oh no.

“well, i lied, if that’s not clear enough,” he shrugs, gingerly dressing you like you’re some kind of catatonic doll. and, right now, you might as well be as you let him do what he wants. his callous words don’t match his gentle actions and it’s making your brain short-circuit.

“if and when he does the same shit to you,” she says, looking at you with more hurt than you’ve ever seen on a person, “don’t you fucking dare come crying to me. or any of our friends, actually. just wait ‘til they hear what you fucking did.” you shiver at her ominous words. she’s right, after all. beomgyu dropped her the second you showed interest in him, who’s to say he won’t do the same to you? sure, he’s acting lovey dovey now, but you’ve seen firsthand how quickly his tune can change. you’re absolutely fucked. it’s your word against hers, and with the evidence of your betrayal seeping into her sheets, you don’t like your odds. you can’t help but stare at beomgyu, and, as if he’s reading your mind, he says his next words patiently.

“i love you. i would never hurt you like this.” he loves you now? you continue to look at him doubtfully. his words seem cheap after hana’s unforgiving speech, and he realizes he’s losing you when you don’t respond. hana doesn’t stop there, though.

“if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he’ll do to you,” she laughs. hana is, objectively speaking, a lot more of a catch than you are. and to the very bitter end, she won’t let you fucking forget it.

“shut your fucking mouth!” he exclaims and she flinches, as do you. you’ve never seen him so angry and it’s enough to scare you.

“... i should go,” you croak.

“yeah, you should,” hana ridicules. you do an incredibly shaky walk of shame as you quickly gather your things.

“hey, wait!” he pleads, but you’re already booking it out of the door. he goes to run after you, but hana grabs him forcefully by his shoulder and he spins around to face her. you slam the door, not wanting to know what kind of makeup sex they will probably be having relatively soon. as soon as you’re gone, hana begins.

“are you fucking crazy? her, of all people?!” she hisses.

“i thought i told you to watch how you talk about her,” he says lowly. his eyes are so intense, she’s momentarily stunned, but he’s crazy if he thinks that’ll shut her up. perhaps to her eventual regret, she says her next words.

“if i tell everyone, she’ll be fucking ruined. she’ll have nobody after this.”

“so?”

“so, stay with me,” she says softly, while, to his disgust, grabbing his hands and pleading with him. “stay with me, and i won’t tell anybody.” she looks as pathetic as a dog right now, and her words make him laugh in her face.

“tell them,” he says.

“w-what?” she sputters.

“tell them all. i want you to tell them how i fucked one of your best friends and got her pregnant. tell them how i fucked her raw in your own bed. go on, i’d love to see their reactions when they find out.”

“you’re… you’re fucking crazy,” she gasps.

“maybe, but not crazy enough to stay with you,” he shrugs. “i got what i wanted, i don’t need you anymore.” for once, she shuts her mouth. the puzzle pieces finally fit together and her jaw drops in awe.

“you did this on purpose?”

“maybe you’re not as dumb as you look,” he sneers, and with that, he zips up his pants and pats her cheek. “you were okay in bed, but that’s about it.”

her tears are falling, but that does nothing to mar her beauty. still, his heart remains unfazed.

“when she finds out, she’ll leave you,” she sobs.

“and who will she believe? her ex friend who’s out to get her, or me? the only person she has left? i’d love to see who she believes.” his words leave her in even more tears, but he does nothing to placate her. he just grabs his shit and slams the door behind him.

hana wastes no time in telling your friends about your scandal. your incoming texts range from “what the fuck is wrong with you” to “is it true?” to “you’d better not show your face to us again”.

you attempt to explain yourself, but to no avail. even if hana lied to you first, you committed the ultimate betrayal with a smile on your face. nobody wants to hear your sob story about your forbidden love with beomgyu. nobody, not even your best friend, dares to defend you now.

the one person who’s on your side has been texting you relentlessly, though. beomgyu’s insistence on making sure you’re okay does little to quell the uneasiness in your heart. hana’s words resound in your head. “if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he does to you.” you don’t want to give him that chance, but your resolve is weakening when you feel yourself becoming more and more isolated from the people you used to call your friends.

for days, you don’t leave your house except to go to work. where else can you go? you don’t have anyone to go out with you anymore. still, beomgyu texts and attempts to call you through it all. his messages are all about how much he loves you, how much he misses you, how much he needs you. how much he promises to make things right with you and how you’re the only one he’s wanted all along. more and more, you feel yourself slipping away. even though you never respond, you still sift through his messages and it’s enough to bring smiles, no matter how small, to your face. he loves you, wants you, needs you. who else do you have in your life to say things like that to you?

still, the thought of trusting him scares you to your bones. what if he does the same shit to you? you don’t have a support system anymore. you don’t have anybody to rely on when he inevitably hurts you in the same way. why wouldn't he, after all? you’re no match for the kind of girls who come his way. what happens when he gets sick of you and wants to fuck another girl in your bed? you’re stuck with these thoughts as you nurse a bottle of vodka, alone in your apartment with nobody but yourself. this is what you deserve, you think.

a knock on your door is enough to pull you out of your drunken haze. is it one of your friends? could they have finally gotten over their intial shock and disgust and understood that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen the way it did? you stumble to the door and you’re too drunk to even think about checking who it is before desperately swinging open the door. you are not met with the familiar face of one of your friends, however. instead, you see the face of the boy who’s been haunting your dreams for the past few nights.

“beomgyu?” he looks absolutely devastated, eyes reddened and wet with his face ghostly pale. he reeks of alcohol and he stands almost tremblingly. he doesn’t respond to you, just stares at you with the same intensity that entranced you from the very beginning.

“what are you doing here?” you ask.

“can i come in? please?” you’ve never been able to say no to him, and you especially can’t in his current pathetic state. you move from the doorway to allow him access and quietly shut the door behind him.

“what do you want?” you try.

“want you,” he sobs, tears finally flowing from his sad brown eyes. “only ever wanted you.” your heart aches when you see him like this. you thought hana’s reaction was devastating enough, but he looks absolutely wrecked right now, putting her despair to shame, really.

“i don’t know what to say,” you admit. “we fucked up, plain and simple. and i don’t know how i can trust you after what we did.” you’re not a victim in this, to be clear, but you’re far too vulnerable to accept the heart that he's holding out for you so carelessly.

“i know, and i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. what can i do to make you trust me?” he begs. your already soft heart softens even more at his words, but you have to be realistic.

“i… i don’t think i can. if you had just talked to me in the first place things could've been different,” you reason. this only puts the boy in an even worse state. he’s almost wailing now, and he looks to you for comfort.

“p-please, just please. give me one chance,” he cries, looking absolutely frantic. “i’ll prove it to you, just let me.” he reaches for your face and you didn’t even realize you’re crying until he swipes away your tears. well, you’re already going to hell. what’s the point in atoning for your sins now?

as if he can read your mind, he musters up a shaky smile before leaning in and giving you a chaste kiss. his lips taste salty, but sweet, and he’s kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before. you almost believe him when he says you’re the only one. almost.

“h-how do i know you’re not going to do the same thing to me?” you ask unsteadily.

“i would never,” he says immediately. “i would never hurt you.” at least, not like this. but you don’t know that yet.

in the weeks following his drunken appearance at your door, being with beomgyu is even better than you thought it would be. it’s like a switch has been turned back on and he’s back to treating you like a princess, almost like the months since your “breakup” never happened. he randomly brings you flowers, showers you with kisses, and he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you along with declarations of love, which you never directly reciprocate. no matter how well he treats you, though, there’s an underlying sense of unease. you still find it difficult to fully trust him, and he can tell. it’s driving him to the brink of madness trying to come up with ways to show you how much he cares.

you’re in the middle of pensively reevaluating the nature of your relationship with beomgyu for the 100th time when you hear a knock on your door. at this point, you don't even bother checking who it is because you already know it'll be beomgyu. no matter how desperately you wish it were one of your ex-friends, you’re always met with his face, instead. you open the door and you’re shocked, to put it mildly. standing before you is not the beomgyu you know and (probably) love, but hana.

“we need to talk,” she grumbles. almost as if you’re possessed, you let her in without much fuss. is she here to rekindle your friendship? to tell you she’ll forgive you after what you’ve done to her?

“hana, listen i’m so incredibly sor—”

“save it,” she says, lifting her hand. “i’m only here ‘cause i have something i need to say to you. it took me weeks to come here because i don’t even wanna look at you.” you gulp and nod, genuinely anxious as to what she has in store for you.

“i’m just going to tell you straight up. beomgyu’s not who you think he is,” she deadpans.

“w-what do you mean?” if she’s talking about how he’ll eventually betray you, you’ve already thought of that. why she thinks this is news to you, you don’t know.

“listen to me, he planned this whole fucking thing.” what could she possibly mean by that? he planned to get caught by her? that doesn’t even make sense. “i told him i’d be home the night that i walked in on you.” your jaw drops in horror, but she continues as if she doesn’t notice.

“i think… i think he heard us over the phone and knew you’d be there before meeting with jay. he told me he wanted our friends to find out and to see who you’d believe if i told you. whether you believe me or not, i really don’t give a fuck, but it’s true. he said he got what he wanted, so he doesn’t need me anymore.” she chokes on her last words and you can't help but feel sorry for her, but that feeling is overshadowed by the feelings of anger towards beomgyu. you don’t think hana would lie about this. she looks so flustered and heartbroken, you don’t believe for a second that she’s lying just to rile you up. before you can reply, the door opens and beomgyu’s figure appears in your doorway. he has a smile on his face, but it drops lightning fast when he sees who’s standing there.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he says with a scowl.

“i’m on my way out,” hana mumbles, pushing past him. he doesn’t even attempt to stop her. he registers the mixed emotions on your face and he can guess what she said to you without much effort.

“let me explain,” he says lowly, already heading towards you to placate you like you’re some sort of wild animal he has to coax. and you’re so angry, you might as well be.

“explain what? that you ruined my fucking life?” you spit. he flinches at your tone, even more so at your next words. “what i don’t understand is why? is my life a fucking game to you?” his face crumbles at this.

“n-no! never!” he sputters.

“then what is this? what’s your reason for planning for hana to walk in us? is this a kink or something?” he shakes his head frantically.

“you don’t understand, i just wanted it to be us,” he pleads. “i don’t like them. they’ll just try to take you away from me.”

“take me away from them? beomgyu, i’m not some fucking toy. i’m a person. a person whose life you fucking ruined for no reason!” you exclaim. you’re so frustrated you could cry, so you do. does he not realize how badly he fucked you over? “you promised you’d never hurt me,” you sob.

“i-i did it for us! they wouldn’t care about how we feel… they’d just take hana’s side without even thinking about it!” he argues, grabbing your hands. you want to pull away, but if you do, that means you’ll be completely alone.

“you didn’t even give them a chance,” you reason. “now it’s really over,” you say between sobs. “i… i could’ve talked to them, but you ruined it!”

“i just want you all to myself, is that so bad?” he asks, as if he genuinely can't understand why you’re so upset. he’s actually sick in the head.

“why?!” you ask again, ripping your hands from his grasp.

“because i love you,” he says desperately. “i just love you so much. i’m sorry, i’ll never do anything like this again,” he promises.

“yeah, you won’t,” you reply bitterly. “because i won’t give you that chance.”

“w-what do you mean?” he asks, lips trembling and eyes red.

“i’m not doing this with you anymore. this whole thing was doomed from the start,” you reply firmly. he shakes his head as if denying it with fervor will undo what you’ve said, tears now flowing freely from his reddened eyes.

“no, p-please,” he cries. “i only did it because i love you so much. ever since i first saw you, i only ever wanted to be with you. i… i know i fucked up, but it was the only way. believe me, please.” your already soft heart is softening even more as you listen to the desperation in his voice. he sounds so lost and scared, as if he really doesn’t know what he’ll do if you tell him no. you briefly wonder if he’s ever heard the words: “no, beomgyu. you’ve gone too far this time.” but as you watch him come undone before you, you don’t think you’ll be able to be the one who tells him no, anyway.

“i’m giving you one, and i mean one, last chance. if you fuck up this time, i promise you, you’ll never see me again,” you declare. you don't know what you’re expecting, really, but the sight of even more tears streaming down his face is not it. he grabs you and pulls you in his warm and trembling embrace.

“th-thank you,” he cries. “you won’t regret this.”

“i’d better not,” you mumble. even if you do, you can’t deny the way your heart skips a beat at his pure, unadulterated need for you. even if you do come to regret it, it’s impossible to look at him right now and say he’s not being sincere. he pulls away from you and hurriedly captures your mouth, and as if your next words will take back what you said, he seals them in your throat before you can manage to get anything more out. as the kiss becomes more heated, you feel something hard and angry poking into your stomach.

“already?” you tease. he actually blushes at this.

“can’t help it. need you,” he replies sheepishly.

“you need me, huh? is that why you’ve been so bad?” you ask, palming him deliciously through his pants.

“n-not bad! just love you so much, couldn’t stop myself.” your temper actually flares a little at this. you palm him more harshly and his breath catches when you do.

“really? but you’ve been so bad, i don’t think you deserve me,” you say menacingly, pulling your hand away. he audibly whimpers at this.

“no, no, no, please! i’ll be good from now on,” he pleads as he grabs your hand and begins to snake it under the waistband of his pants. you let him, but you don’t take his hardened length into your hand like you usually would. instead, you tease the sensitive area around it, even going so far as to ghost your fingers over his balls, but you conveniently avoid giving him any sort of friction or attention, so he’s gasping when you give him a mean and unexpected tug.

“p-please stop teasing me,” he cries, eyes so beautiful and watery. “i know i’ve been bad, but i can make you feel so good.” he’s right, in a way. you’ve never and will never feel as good as you do when beomgyu pumps into you and shoots his hot load in your pussy, but he’s deranged if he thinks you’ll let him have you so easily tonight. not after what he’s done.

“hmm, i’m not so sure about that,” you hum. you lead him to your bedroom as if he’s hypnotized. you haven’t even let him enter you yet, if you’re going to let him do so at all, but he’s already acting like he’s drunk on you.

“strip,” you command simply. without any questions or doubts, he eagerly takes off his hoodie and shoves his pants down, stepping out of them and closer to you. it’s sickeningly sweet to see how possessed he is by you. he tries to take your own clothes off, but you smack his hand away.

“bad boy,” you say, and he whines like a dog. “lay down.” he does what you say, lying completely exposed on your bed as he gives a few pulls on his throbbing cock. “stop fucking touching yourself or you’re not getting anything from me,” you add, and he whines even louder.

“please touch me,” he begs, cock standing all red and weeping.

“you don’t deserve it,” you shrug. you take off your pants and he leches at the image of your pussy dripping wet for him, and so soon. all he can think about is how warm it is and how fervently he wants to be in it. he thinks you’re going to sit on his cock, because that would be the most natural course of action, but all you do is lay next to him and pull something out of your nightstand drawer. a vibrator. are you fucking serious?

“no!” he begs, already knowing how this is going to go.

“you can take what you get from me or you can beat it,” you bite back. that shuts him up. he’s biting his lip, trying not to get scolded again, but he can’t help but whine again when you spread your legs and turn your vibrator on.

“ah,” you moan as the rubber tip hits your clit. “feels so good.”

“i’d feel better,” he insists, eyes widened and desperate like a madman.

“touch yourself,” you say in response. “i'm not touching that dirty cock of yours, so take care of it yourself.” he doesn’t need to be told twice. he immediately spits on his hand and begins to wildly jerk his weeping cock. he whines at the friction. you, however, are so lost in the feeling of the vibrations pulsating throughout your pussy, you couldn’t seem to care less about what he does. this only makes him whine even louder. he’s experiencing pleasure, sure, but the sounds coming from him are exaggerated and theatrical. he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. he just wants you to look at him, is that too much to ask?

you open your eyes at his petulant noise and say your next words so quietly, if he wasn’t paying more attention, he’d miss them. “kiss me.” so he does. the kiss is filthy and nothing more than the tangling of tongues, but that combined with the stimulation on your poor pussy is enough to make you near the edge.

beomgyu can tell you’re close, and his kisses become even more heated as he abuses his cock under his hand. he’s moaning into your mouth, showing you, in no uncertain terms, just how badly he wants to be in you instead.

“let me do it,” he begs. “come around me, instead. it’ll feel so much better.” his dirty words break you out of your trance and you annoyedly shut the vibrator off while tossing it god knows where. you tear his hand away from his cock and mount him, teasingly rubbing yourself against him, but refusing to put it in. he whines and pouts, but you’re far too busy trying to get yourself off to appease him. then, as if he’s possessed, he raises his hips and his tip catches on your entrance. you both gasp at his shallow intrusion.

“p-please sit on it, it hurts,” he asks rather pathetically.

“i can’t, beomie. you haven’t even fingered me yet — you’ll break me in half,” you say provocatively. he whimpers at the imagery. “and you've been so bad, how can i let you get what you want? you’ll never learn if i do that.”

“i’ve learned! i promise, i’ve learned! just, please, help me,” he cries, bucking his hips up and holding your waist so hard you’ll know he’ll leave bruises.

“mmm, i don’t knowwww,” you drawl.

“please!” and with that, you angle your hips and begin to sink on his thick length. the stretch burns and you can’t help but cry out as you feel your pussy enveloping every inch of him mercilessly. he’s in tears when he feels you throbbing around him, pussy stretching to accommodate how big he is. when you finally, finally take him all in, he can’t help but begin to fuck into you wantonly.

“b-beomie, slow down!”

“c-can’t! feels so good,” he says, tears streaming down his pretty face. he grabs your waist even tighter and flips you around so you’re lying beneath him. his cock continues to hammer into you and you’re seeing stars. his mouth is open, drool pooling out of the corners of his lips, and he’s moaning out your name like a prayer.

“pussy so good, so perfect,” he babbles. “missed this. missed feeling you like this.”

“i missed it too,” you admit.

“wanted you, wanted you for so long,” he continues. you don’t even think he knows what he’s saying, but you can tell he means every word. he reaches to your stomach and presses down where his cock is ramming into you. your eyes roll back at the pleasure that comes with the pressure.

“my baby could be in here,” he muses. “our baby.” this should scare you into sobriety, but it does nothing of the sort. you find yourself tightening even further at the thought of him breeding you like a bitch.

“i’ll take care of you, i swear,” he says as he thrusts so hard your head nearly meets the headboard. “i’ll give you everything you need. sh-shit, baby, wanna fill you up so good you feel me for days,” those words in addition to his sloppy thrusts are what send you over the edge. you clench around him and he hisses at how you’re even tighter than usual. you feel his thrusts become even more sporadic and he’s emptying himself into you unceremoniously. as he softens, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. to your surprise, he moves down to your pussy and begins to lap up all of the cum like a starving animal. then, he pulls you in for one last nasty kiss.

you don’t know if you necessarily trust beomgyu, but it’s hard not to at least try to when he basically prostrates himself in front of you on a daily basis. he lets you walk all over him, really. if you call him, he comes running. if you’re mad or upset, he soothes you. when you’re being unreasonable, he reasons, anyway. you still haven’t heard from your friends, but you’re starting to accept the fact that you never will. he introduces you to his friends, and surprisingly, they actually welcome you with open arms. apparently, they didn’t like hana very much and knew beomgyu always had a thing for you. you’re not sure how to feel about that, but you’re flattered, nonetheless.

you call beomgyu crazy, and maybe he is, but he always says it's because he's crazy in love with you. you want to playfully smack him when he says such cheesy words, but you're starting to really believe him.

#supermodel #niningtori #beomgyu smut #beomgyu angst #beomgyu hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt angst #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #mdni

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lovingmattysposts · 3 months

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You don't know me 20

P1 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17 P18

pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: mentions of wanting to self harm, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sadness.

also go ahead and pull up google translate now to make your life easier because there is some french words in this chapter, ily

xoxo, autumn

I pushed the door open slightly. Sydney was on her phone scrolling through it. "Hey, you're back early I didn't expect--" Her voice stopped when she saw my face. Once her eyes connected with mine, my eyes closed as my whole body curled, shaking as I sobbed.

"Y/n" She jumped up, her phone being long forgotten as she ran up to me, and held me up from falling. I laid against her, crying gasping for air. She just held me tight.

"W-What happened?" She asked quickly as I cried. I shook my head. "I-I don't know" I whispered as I cried. She sighed as she pulled me over to her bed. I curled up into a ball before I felt Sydney slide against me pulling me to her as her hands combed through my hair.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay. You're going to be okay" She whispered. I just shook my head, because the last possible thing I thought I was ever going to feel again was, okay.

chris pov

"Chris, wake up"

"Wake up"

I jolted up after feeling my shoulder being shoved. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up. I turned seeing my grandpa standing over me. "What?" I groaned as I blinked my eyes open.

I barley got any sleep last night, I couldn’t stop thinking. I couldn’t stop mourning a relationship that didn’t even happen. I hated that I was being shook away because when I woke up it shocked me back into reality. As soon as I woke up I realized and relived the emotions of last night over again as if it happened again right now.

"What is this?"

I looked up at him, then seeing the paper that was wrinkled in his hands. I looked up at him before grabbing the paper out of his hands. "Nothing" I mumbled. "Chris, what is that?" He said harshly. I sighed as I looked at my hands.

"Who wrote it?" He snapped. I licked my lips. "Christopher Owen, answer me" He snapped. I looked up at him. He never used my full first name unless he was mad mad.

"Y/n. Y/n wrote it okay?" I mumbled shaking my head. He stared down at me, before crossing his arms over his chest. "Why was it crumbled up outside?" He asked. I groaned leaning back against my pillows.

I did not want to have this conversation right now.

I felt him grab my arm pulling me back up harshly. I ripped my arm from him, glaring at him. "What the fuck?" I spat. "Why was it crumbled up outside?" He asked again. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at his expression. Why was he so fucking angry? What time was it?

"Did you read it?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I blinked up at him swallowed. "I-" I mumbled. "Chris did you read it?" He said again. I shook my head. He took a step back before looking up at the ceiling.

I grabbed the paper in front of me, looking over the words written across is messily, like she had written it fast, some of the words crumbled slightly from the state of the paper. My heart raced as i read it.

Chris,

"tu m'as ouvert les yeux, car je ne pourrais jamais rembourser, parce que tu m'as montré un amour que je n'aurais jamais cru possible dans mes rêves les plus fous."

Did you know I spoke french? My parents started me in lessons when I was a little girl, now i'm fluent. I've never spoken the french that I've learned, afraid of embarrassment from my fears. Well my previous fears.

I thought the language was so beautiful, but I was afraid to speak it in front of others I was afraid they would think I was bragging in a sense. I didn’t want to step out of line and make more eyes noticed me. Sometimes i practice in my room at night so I know that I haven’t forgotten what I learned.

I don't really know what to say, this is why I'm writing it down because I know as soon as I look at you every thought that's in my head will vanish, because being around you felt like I was floating. Like I didn't have to think.

I think my tendencies for overthinking came from feeling like a stranger in my own skin, scared for judgment from everyone I was around. With you I feel safe, almost as if your arms are around me every second we're together guarding me from the harshness of the world.

The feeling of that is indescribable, which is why I have to write it because I can't think when I'm around you. I guess there is a word for that, but I was scared to say it to you. I was scared that you wouldn't say it back.

But I can't help from the fear leaving my body when I'm around you. I realized it isn't scary, because It's how I feel. You showed me what the feeling is, so it's only fair I tell you.

I guess I'll translate the quote for you. God why am I nervous? I'm sitting here in my bedroom writing this, nervous as if you're sitting right next to me staring at me. I guess a part of me always feels like you're around. Chris, it's one of the most comforting things in the world.

I broke up with Max---

My heart shattered as I stared at the page. I looked up at my grandpa who's jaw was hard looking down at me. I felt like someone stuck their hand into my chest and ripped my heart out with their bare fucking hands.

I swallowed as my eyes rescanned the page.

I broke up with Max today. It was scary. Fucking terrifying. But I did it, because I knew that if I didn't--If I stayed with him out of fear, I would never get to be with you. That's a worse punishment that being forced to be with someone who hurts me.

Okay, I'm rambling shit. Sorry I’m just writing down everything that comes to mind because I’m nervous. Okay, I'll translate the quote.

you opened my eyes, for I could never repay, because you showed me a love that I never thought possible in my wildest dreams.

Chris, I'm so madly in love with you. I have to fight the urge to say it every time I look at you, because I'm scared you won't say it back. But then I realized something. Love is unconditional. I started to think about it and I don't really care if you love me back.

Chris, you're so strong, you've been through so much. If you don't love me I completely understand that, but for once in my life--I'm not scared to sit here and tell someone what i'm thinking, what I'm feeling. Chris, I fucking love you.

I never really felt like I had a personality until I met you. Kissing you that night at the party, is the only thing in my life that I did right. That I'm proud of.

My biggest regret turned into the thing that saved me, that keeps me living and breathing, you.

I know how stupid this is to right it down, but I knew that I would lose my train of thought if I looked at you and said it, but for everyday until you get sick and tired of me, I'll tell you that I love you. Because feeling this is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Your heart is so pure, you're so kind. The thought of ever losing you makes me sick to my stomach. I know i'm not perfect, I know i've put you through the ringer, because I'm fucking scared. But you don't make it scary. If you can forgive me for making you wait, I'll never let you regret it.

I'm writing this so fast, because I know you're gonna be knocking on my window any minute, and I'm also sorry for my shitty handwritting, fuck i'm so nervous, okay. I love you so much, I can't wait to give this to you. I’m actually shaking with nerves and excitement.

chaque enfer que j'ai traversé pour t'atteindre en valait la peine.

puis-je s'il te plaît être ta petite amie?

I pressed the note to my face as tears poured down my face. "Fuck" I cried. The feeling of the weight on my chest was indescribable. My shoulders shook as I held the note against my face.

"Please tell me you didn't crumble up that note in front of her" My grandpa whispered. I looked up at him, tears falling down my face. He sighed before pulling me up, as if I was a child and pulling me against him. I grabbed onto him and cried against him.

He just held me as I cried against him. "I can--can't lose her like I lost Rose." I cried. He held me tight against him. "How do I manage to fuck up every good thing that happens to me?" I cried pressing my face into his shoulder. He sighed as he rubbed my back.

y/n pov

"Are you going to school?"

I blinked at the wall, my eyes heavy from the lack of sleep. My chest heavy. I didn't answer. Sydney sighed and walked over to me. "Are you going to be okay if I go?" She asked softy. I didn't look up at her. She just stood above me, her bag over her shoulder.

She walked me home last night. She stayed with me all night until she fell asleep. I never did. I couldn't stop thinking. I stopped crying eventually. It felt like hours though, the sun had started to rise by then.

The noises stopped but the pain continued. The only thing I could think about, the only thing consuming me was the words he screamed at me.

"You're just like fucking Rose"

I closed my eyes. The one person who hurt him the most, he compared me too. I didn't have the energy to speak, tell him that wasn't true. If he would have just let me read the letter, if I would have just spoken up. I thought I was strong.

I wasn't.

Not without him.

It was a snap back into reality. Like when he started to raise his voice, every ounce of confidence he produced in me, came crashing at my feet. Showing me, you aren’t strong. You’re the weakest person ever and you always will be.

Sydney's hand came over the top of my head. "You look pretty" She whispered, smiling down at me. I glanced up at her. I didn't feel pretty. My entire life I've been praised for the way I looked, but I guess the downside of that was not being praised for the person who I was inside.

I'd rather be complimented on who I was, not what I looked like. But no one ever really stuck around to figure out that part of me. Not even the one person I showed it to.

"I never want to see you again"

I let out a breath. "I love you, y/n" She whispered before she walked towards my door and I heard it shut. I turned and laid against my pillows as I stared up at the ceiling.

Now, I wish I hadn't.

The stars lining the ceiling, dimly shining. I closed my eyes. Something bigger than yourself y/n, something bigger than your problems. I blinked my eyes opened. I couldn't even think when looking at my one escape anymore. Because now when I looked at the stars, all I saw was him.

"Happy birthday" He whispered against my lips.

I closed my eyes, feeling my chest clench. I meant everything I said in that letter. A letter that will now never be read. I rolled over, pulling the covers over my body. Maybe I just need some sleep. Sleep is good, sleep is peaceful.

My stomach growled angrily. I haven't moved. The sun set. Sydney texted me a few times. She was going out of town for the next two days with Cayden's family. I was alone. Completely and utterly alone.

I responded to her texts because I wanted to her to know that I was still alive. Still alive but not breathing. Not living. I've replayed last night in my head a milllion times. Played out different endings. Endings where I spoke up. Endings where the night ended with him telling me he loved me too.

Endings that don't exist.

The worst part about the whole thing is that I couldn't stop thinking about the old razors that laid beneath my drawers, hidden. I've fought my mind all day. All fucking day long. Telling myself I'm stronger than this. I'm stronger than my mind and thoughts.

The other part of my brain telling me, I have nothing left. I'd almost get up when my mind would move to the only person who saw them.

his lips trailed from the bottom ones all the way to the ones up my hipbone.

Pressing his lips to every, single, one.

I smiled down at him as my lips quivered. "You're so beautiful" He mumbled against my skin.

"Absolutely beautiful"

I swallowed, remembering how I felt in that moment. Wishing I could go back there. In that moment. It was the only thing keeping me in my bed and not walking over into my bathroom, that and the ill physical ability to move. That's the Chris I knew, not the one who shouted at me like I was a stranger.

I thought I was stronger than this, but I don't think I ever was. If I was strong I would have broken up with Max the second he laid his hands on me. If I was strong I would have taken control of my life a long time ago. If I was strong, I would have spoken up. If I had a fucking bone in my back, I would have never lost Chris.

The worst part is what he thinks of me. It wasn't fair, It wasn't true.

I wasn't strong. I was never strong.

My mother's words rang through my ears. "Standing up for yourself, does nothing but trouble for yourself." I used to live by that. Now I know that isn't true, because If it was. I wouldn't feel like this. Chris would be here, kissing me, telling me he loves me too. But he doesn't. He isn't.

I swallowed as my eyes closed. I hated being awake, because when I was awake, I thought. I hated thinking, because I never thought the right thing. Sleep. Just sleep. I couldn't even close my eyes without seeing the stars on my ceiling shining through my closed lids.

It wasn't fair.

Tap. Tap.

My eyes shot open and I froze. My head turned as I listened to the noise, over the wind blowing outside. It had started raining when I was asleep. It turned into a storm shortly after I woke up. The storm being the only thing I could focus on, because I didn't have the energy to do anything else. It was the only thing that alerted me that I was still alive, that this was all real.

So I just listened as the heavy rain started and the thunder boomed. Even the weather was taunting me.

Tap, Tap, Tap

My chest clenched. You're imagining it. You haven't eaten, you haven't drank any water. You're hallucinating. I sat up, running my hands over my face. I've resorted in full on hallucinations.

As the wind blew, the tapping came. I swallowed as my eyes trained on the door. I pushed the covers off of me and walked over to the door. My feet froze against the cold wood under my feet as I stalked over to the door.

Please be there. Please.

I pushed the door open before looking out onto the balcony. I heard the tap to my left. My head turned before seeing an overgrown branch from my tree tapping the glass of my door as the wind blew. A horrible feeling came up my throat as I stared at the tree branch that I had mistaken for someone who was never going to come knocking at my door ever again.

I felt my face scrunch up and my eyes watered as I walked over to the branch that was responsible for the noise, breaking it off before throwing it over my balcony, into the pool.

It making a splash sound when it hit the water. I leaned over the railing as I watched the branch plunge deep into the water and then bob up to the surface, floating.

"I like your eyes" I whispered not thinking as I just stared at him. He smiled as his hands were locked around my waist. We were in the declining part of the deep end, he could stand—I couldn't. So I held onto him for dear life.

"Yeah?" He whispered. I nodded. "They're pretty" I stated. He smiled. I sighed looking at him. He parted his mouth looking at me, just heavy breaths being heard from both of us, from the coldness of the water. "I'm really cold" I whispered feeling my clothes now drenched sticking to my body. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah me too" He chuckled.

We just stared at each other.

I swallowed before I felt him lean into me, I leaned in too before our foreheads were pressed together and we just stared at each other, our lips less than an inch away from touching. A position we had been in before but this time it was different. This time I felt it so much it hurt my chest.

I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat as I hid my view of the pool. He was everywhere.

"Y/n"

He eyes snapped open. God, I'm hearing things now? I turned my head before meeting a pair of blue eyes at the other end of the balcony. I froze as I looked at him. Chris. Standing there. Chills rose on my skin. He walked towards me.

Is this real?

I glanced down to the crumbled paper in his hands. I didn't look at him again as I turned looking back towards the pool, closing my eyes as tears pooled in them. It was real.

"Y/n" His voice broke. I shook my head as I hung my head. I heard the board of my balcony creak as he approached me. "I-" My voice broke. I swallowed gaining feeling in my legs again.

"I don't wanna hear you say it okay?" I whispered as my eyes blinked open, but stayed turned away from him. I couldn't look at him, when I said this because I'm scared the words wouldn't come out.

"Like I said in the letter--" I shook my head. "It's okay that you don't love me back--I just don't--" I swallowed as a single tear fell off my face onto my arms that were against the railing. "I just don't wanna hear you say it" I broke shaking my head.

I felt his presence next to me more than I should. I guess I have ever since I met him, but him actually standing here was almost too much. I turned my head from him, as my lip quivered.

God, I was so weak and I hated it.

I meant what I said in the letter, I didn't care If he didn't love me back. I would understand if he didn't love me back and I would completely and utterly respect that decison. I guess what I wasn't ready for was if he didn't want me back. If he didn't love me back, that was okay, but if he didn't want me back. I didn't know what to do.

I guess I never thought of that as a possibility.

"I love you, y/n"

My eyes opened as I turned to look at him, him staring down at me. He shook his head. "It's why I didn't go to your party, it's why I got so angry, it's why I'm acting like a fucking insane asshole--" He shook his head looking down at me.

"I didn't want to fall in love with you" He whispered. "But I did" His voice spoke. I just blinked at him. "And I hated myself for it" He shook his head. "I didn't tell you because I felt guilty--" He shook his head.

"Guilty because of Rose, Guilty because you had a boyfriend, guilty because of who I fell in love with" He breathed. I looked down at my feet and swallowed. "But.." He whispered.

"Y/n you're smart" He smiled shaking his head. "You're kind" He sighed. I looked up at him. "You're strong, much stronger than I am" He breathed looking down at me. I shook my head.

"No Chris--" I whispered.

"No listen to me, I love you" He said grabbing my hand. I looked down at our hands. "I've never cared less about who you are, who you were with, what people think---Y/n, last night--" He shook his head as tears filled his eyes.

"I--was so angry because I loved you, and I thought that I wasn't going to be able to have the person that I loved again, and that fucking hurt" He shook his head.

"Y/n, I've never felt worse about myself than when I read this letter." He whispered gripping the paper. I swallowed hanging my head. "I've never regretted anything more than what I said to you" He shook his head. I licked my lips.

"I love you, I love all of you, every single part, every single flaw. I know that I'm not much, but I promise you with ever fiber in my body that I will never speak to you with such words ever again for as long as I live. I will never let my anger cloud the love and care I have for you. I'm so fucking sorry" He breathed staring down at me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, as I pulled my hand from his.

"Chris"

"No, please. Y/n, listen to me" Tears pooled his eyes. I shook my head as he spoke. He dropped to his knees making me look down at him. "Please, I'm so sorry" He said grabbing my hand again and bringing it to his lips.

"I'll love you unconditionally. I'll show you what it feels like to be loved, because no one in the fucking world deserves it more than you" He whispered. I bit my lip as I looked down at his teary blue eyes.

"Just give me a chance to" His voice barely heard. "I'm a fucking-----idiot" He cried as he hung his head, pressing his head against our hands. I just watched him.

I let out a breath before dropping to my knees as well, leaning back on my heels as I caught his eyes, pulling our hands into my lap. "Chris, please don't cry. I hate seeing you cry" I whispered as tears pooled my eyes. He just looked at me as tears ran down his face.

"I can't lose you" he shook his head. "I don't care about the past. I don't care that my life isn't fair---that our lives aren't fair---I don't care that you made me wait, I don't care about your ex boyfriend, the only thing I care about his that we make it out. that we get our happy ending" He whispered softly.

I closed my eyes.

"s'il te plaît, ramène-moi, jer suiesse un idiot" He stuttered slowly. I let out a small chuckled. "it's pronounced je suis" I smiled. His lips curved into a smile. "s'il te plaît, sois ma petite amie" He shook his head smiling.

"rien ne me rendrait plus heureux" I smiled as I looked at him. He just blinked at me. "I-I only learned yes and no in french" He said shaking his head. I chuckled and hung my head before nodding and smiling.

"Oui, Oui, Oui" I nodded smiling. His face lit up before he leaned forwards wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off my feet, burying his face against me as he picked me up with ease.

I wrapped my legs around him, hugging him as I cried. "I love you so much" He whispered. I brought his face into my hands and smiled before pressing his lips to mine.

Our lips molded together, a salty taste across our lips from the tears. I pulled back, pushing my thumb across his face to wipe the tears. "Chris" I whispered. He just chuckled and smiled up at me.

"It's really cold out here" I whispered. He smiled before pushing the door open and pulling me back into my room.

this is not the last chapter.

just letting you know that..........

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periods suck — jungkook (sfw)

pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader

tw: pain, crying, cheesy stuff!, pet names, blood, kissing, body touching, what else ?

note: been struggling with awful periods lately. so I made this!

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He comes home late and doesn't see you where he had left you. He assumed you went to bed so he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible as he walked into the bedroom.

He saw you in one of his shirts, curled up in a ball with a heating pad between your lower abdomen and your thighs.

He tilted his head, he suspected you had that monthly visitor you hated so much.

"Baby?" He sat on the side of the bed. You alerted when you felt the bed dip.

You sat up slightly, "Jungkook?"

"I'm so sorry for not coming home sooner." He kissed your forehead and looked at you lovingly. "Are you on your period?"

You nod, "yeah..." you started to cry, but Jungkook was quick to understand why. Your hormones are going crazy, forcing your emotions to be out of hand.

"Hey, shh. It's okay." He pulled you into his embrace, trying his hardest to be gentle with you. "I'm here, talk to me."

He held you to his chest and ran his hands up your hips and back, trying to soothe some cramps.

"They hurt so badly. They make me nauseous." You nuzzle into his neck, pressing your lips against his skin.

He lets out a small sigh, "I know it's painful. I may not fully understand, but I know how uncomfortable pain can be."

"I feel so gross all the time...no matter how many showers I take-" you sniffle and grasp onto his shirt, letting your worries fade the more you draw closer to him.

He nods, "I know love..."

"I just don't wanna be touched." You mutter.

He pulls away slightly and looks at you, "need some space?"

You shake your head, "I want you to hold me. I just don't want you to get uncomfortable."

"Baby, why would I be uncomfortable?" He looked at you with a worried expression.

"Periods are gross-"

He cut you off, "hey, don't say that. I understand it's uncomfortable. You're bleeding uncontrollably and you can't do much about it. But if anything, I think it's a beautiful part of a woman's body."

He kisses your forehead and you let out a small giggle, "how is it beautiful?"

"It means you're healthy, it means your body is working the way it should, but I'd want nothing but to take the pain away..." He holds you close again.

You nod, "I just didn't want you to think I was gross."

"Baby, I love you and your body functions. You have no right to feel that way." He tries his best to comfort you.

He knows periods are messy, uncomfortable, and make you feel out of check with yourself. He knows your body goes crazy and you have to watch how you move, how you eat and how you can handle your emotions.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a coming cramp. You whine quietly and feel Jungkook hold you closer, pressing his hands on your lower back.

"It's okay, let it pass." He tried not to move you too much as he rocked your body back and forth. He heard you grunt in pain and tried his best to calm you. "How about we watch a small movie, mh?"

You nod, "that's a good idea. I need to focus on something..."

"Yeah." He looked at you lovingly as he put you on your side of the bed. He gave you your heating pad and put a small blanket over you. He hummed softly as he sat beside you and turned on the tv. "Just relax. I'm here if you need me."

He flipped through and found a calming movie to watch. Once it started to play, he put his arm around you and slipped his hand slightly under the hem of your pants.

He kisses your forehead and pressed his palm down on your lower abdomen, "is this okay?"

"yeah." You look up at him and lean against his chest.

He kisses your forehead again, "good, cause I'm not gonna stop until my angel feels better."

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starry-eyedblog · 2 months

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legitimately the only thing I can think of is husband!price coddling his partner, they're all bleary eyed from crying out of desperation for physical touch since he's been deployed for so long- just the pure neediness. needing him there in every way, physically and emotionally. just like him muttering small "'m here, I have you baby" or "feels too good now that I'm back, yeah? gonna take all of me anyways, love"

(the last sentence is nsfw but either way just... the reader being needy for him in every way when he returns home)

- cruel anon

cruel anon hello !! how are you? you're constantly keeping me fed with ideas and i love it. i need price to soothe me in his arms while i cry

warnings/tags: john price x gn reader, crying, clinginess, smut

you've spent most of this month in tears, desperate to be in your husbands arm, safe and sound. for some reason, his latest deployment was taking a real toll on you.

days seemed longer and the house felt too big without him. cooking just for yourself was becoming more difficult and going out to socialise just didn't seem to fill the gap in your chest.

but finally, it was the day he was coming home. you knew that his time home would fly by and you'd be waving him goodbye again, but thankfully he had been given a wee bit longer off this time due to how demanding and rough his latest deployment had been.

you were now waiting in the living room, sipping on a tea anxiously while you waited for the front door to open. any minute now and he'd be kicking his shoes off and sweeping you off your feet in a bear hug.

after around fifteen minutes, you had finished your cup and decided to go pour another. as you stood up from the comfy chair, that's when you heard the swift click on the front door.

you dropped the cup down, uncaring of where it lands as you rushed through the hallway to the front door. tears instantly pooled in your eyes, making your vision a bit blurry but you didn't care. all that mattered was that your husband was finally home again.

"hey honey, miss me?" john chuckles, dropping his bags onto the floor to open up his arms for you - which you happily ran into. he picked you up, squeezing you tightly before gently setting you back down.

salty tears streamed down your face as you pressed kiss after kiss onto his lips and face. after a minute of this, warm hands gently cupped your face, forcing you to stop moving and stare up. "hey, shh what's wrong baby?" john soothes while using a thumb to rub away some tears.

"i don't know, i guess i've just missed you a lot." you sniffle, your hands wrapping around his waist and holding on tight, never wanting to let go. your chest feels light now that your husband is back safe and sound.

john leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, "well i'm here now huh? not going anywhere honey." he whispers and you nod slowly, tears still streaming down your face.

it's been a few weeks since then, and your emotions haven't got much better. you cling to john where he moves around the house, desperate to just be with him. his physical touch always settles you, keeps you happy and calm.

john hasn't minded, he honestly thinks it's cute. you're acting like a needy house cat, and he's more than happy to treat and spoil you. the two of you haven't really gone out to be with friends since he's been back, too wrapped up in re connecting with one another to even think of leaving the house.

completing simple tasks around the house requires him by your side now, and whenever anything get's too much or goes wrong - he's quick to step in and help. you feel like you've struck gold with your husband. most people would find this emotional and physical clinginess too much, but not john.

he understands how hard it must be for you to be home alone for months on end, trying to keep everything together while also making sure you're getting out enough and staying on top of things. he's always well taken care of too when he gets back, you pamper him to the point he doesn't need to lift a finger.

this time though, it's you needing that extra support and closeness and john is more than happy to be there however you need. after all, why wouldn't he? john loves you, deeply.

it becomes even more apparent during sex, the way you cling to him and never want to let go. being able to have his bare skin on you while he fills you up is so comforting. he's surrounding you with his body, voice and scent; to the point where all you can think about is 'john john john john john.'

you cry and moan, gripping onto him while he slowly slides in. his lips are pressed to your ear, whispering filthy things. "feels so good that i'm back, right sweetheart? oh i know i know, c'mon you can take all of it i know you can. s'just been awhile yeah?"

it's emotional and euphoric, the way you tighten around him while tears stream down your face. he loves the sight of you broken before him, so dependant and trusting. it's something he'll never forget for the rest of his life.

the fact you trust him so deeply, letting him pleasure you to the point of exhaustion, still gripping onto him and crying for him. how could any man ignore such a beautiful bond with his wife?

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 9 months

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Dorm leader making female reader squirt 😳

Please

Sorry this took so long to come out and thank you for the request, and I only do 18+ characters, so only a handful of the dorm leaders are in here.

Warnings: Degradation (Slut, whore etc), fingering (Vil) oral (Fem receiving- Idia), praise, two cocks (Malleus), Dacryphilia, biting, Nipple play, squirting, female reader.

Request: Yes

Words: 1,767

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona is very hard on overstimulation. If he's not hitting the right place to make you squirt he'll take the time to learn when he's in the mood at least.

Whispers in your ear while you're under him whining on his cock. Mostly a mixture of degradation and praise though sometimes he'll comment on how pretty you look all messy under him like this.

He usually has sleepy lazy sex though when he's in the mood his ramming into you like a pogostick.

Making you cry is his daily mission. It turns him on even more. Definitely the type to lick up your tears while he's overstimulating you.

When you squirt once Leona has to make you squirt on him again. You can hold out just a few more rounds, can't you?

His breath puffed over your ear, hands roaming your bare body and hands ghosting over your breast to tweak your perky nipples. Leona's teeth were cold against your neck as his hips snapped up against yours again, a throaty growl reverberating through his throat as your walls squeezed around his twitching cock.

His tongue slipped over your cheek collecting your tears as your back arched up off the bed, an eager fucked out whine clawing it's way from your throat that had him chuckling. "Such a pretty whore for me," He mumbled against your feverish skin, teeth scraping against your pulse point.

"Gonna cum again? I can feel you squeezin' around me so hard don't deny it."

He picked up the pace, rejoicing in the moans that tumbled from your bruised lips and your flushed body under him. His tail swatted back and forth behind him, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and tongue flicking over it. Leona's hand snuck down in between your legs, finding and flicking at your clit.

His cock scraped deliciously against your g-spot with every thrust, the combination of his cock and his fingers against your clit made your body tensing and your eyes pathetically rolling to the back of your head.

"Cum." He commanded, sending you over the edge. Clear liquid sprayed out of your overstimulated body, forcing his cock out. Leona kept stimulating your clit with his fingers, looking down to see the last few spurts of your release wetten the sheets.

"There's my pretty girl.." He whispered, nipping your ear and realigning himself with you. "You didn't think we were over yet, did you? Come on, let me make you squirt on me again."

Vil Schoenheit

Doesn't really like the mess that comes with you squirting but he's well aware some people can't help it and in the moment it's hot when he makes you squirt.

He likes it when he makes you squirt on his fingers. It proves that he doesn't need his cock to make you feel good.

His words are whispered with praise and how pretty you are. He doesn't leave many bites or hickeys but me makes sure to press kisses against every part of your beautiful body, head to toe.

When he makes you squirt once that's enough. He doesn't want you to feel pain from being overstimulated nor does he want to make you cry from overstimulation either.

He makes sure to pamper you after, too. A warm bath after your sweat filled night and a massage if you'd like. Vil wants you to feel nice and relaxed, not tense after your night of pleasure.

"Shh.." He shushes you, lips leaving hot wet open mouthed kisses all over your neck and starting down your cleavage. Vils fingers were sliding in and out of your dripping heat with ease, curling up against your walls. He smiled against the skin of your shoulder, sucking a soft small hickey against your collarbone.

"Stay still, darling." He commanded of you, fingers curling up against your g-spot and thumb rolling quickly against your clit as you quivered under him, soft whines and pleads falling from your red lips.

Vil loved seeing you like this under him, all flushed and whiny from pleasure. Eyes rolling and hips grinding upwards against his hand in world spinning pleasure. He pressed a gentle kiss against your perky nipple, tongue dragging against it for a moment before he continued down your body, enjoying the twitching your body did underneath his touch.

Vil could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, and he slowly pressed a third into your pretty pussy, stretching you apart. "Good girl.." He praised again at your moan of pleasure, "You going to cum?" His blond hair was sweaty and stuck to his head, his fingers rocking quicker inside of you.

"Cum for me, pretty." He mumbled against the soft hot skin of your stomach, his thumb teasing your clit a little faster. "Go on, sweetheart." His encouragement had you coming undone faster, unraveling around his fingers. He rode out your orgasm as you squirted, his free hand helping to support your body as you squirmed around on the bed.

He let you breath for a minute, continuing to press gentle kisses against your skin. "I'm going to go draw a bath, stay here." He wiped your sweaty hair away from your forehead, planting a kiss on it before leaving the room.

Idia Shroud

This man lives on making you squirt. When Idia is in the mood he's quite the pervert, as you would probably have imagined. The first few times he was shy, but the more he got to know your body the more confident he became. He degrades quite a bit.

His favorite place is being between your legs, sucking and nibbling at your clit and ravishing your body completely. He likes to leave you whiny and begging for more, too incomprehensible to do anything else.

He likes the mess. Please drench his face. If you can take it, he would make you squirt three maybe even four times straight.

Afterwards he's likely to just cuddle with you. You guys can both wash up in the morning. He's tired and wants to cuddle and play video games with you.

Of course he will get up for stuff you need if you want him too. It's the least he could do.

"Gonna cum again you slut?" He groaned against your thigh, his tongue continuing to lap eagerly at your core, driving you mad. His hands held down on your thighs, squeezing and pulling you closer to his face as he continued to ravish you, tongue slipping through your slit and rolling circles against your clit.

He smirked at the way you couldn't answer him. Only moan and writhe above him like the whore you are. He liked when you showed off that side of yourself. When he pushed you higher than cloud nine and all you could do was grind against him and cry out for more.

He felt your liquids drench his face, running down his jaw and chin as he lifted his head, looking at you while licking your juice off his lips, your orgasm had left a wet sheen on his face. "Wow, look at that mess you made. You really just couldn't wait, could you? Tell me how much of a whore you are." He said, a large prideful grin stretched across his face.

"I'm waiting." He tapped his finger against your clit, feigning impatience and eying the way your body twitched and bucked under the slightest of his touches. "Say it." He answered. "I'm a whore!" You whined out, India's eyes gleaming and narrowing. "For who?"

His fingers ran through your slit, feeling the way your cunt twitched against his fingers. "F-For you! Idia please!" He grinned, before his head disappeared between your legs again.

"Be patient. You'll get my cock later."

Malleus Draconia

He's probably the king of overstimulation without even meaning to overstimulate you. He's a dragon fae, everything is far bigger down there than a normal human.

He also likes ravishing you with his cocks, he's very pleased if you can take both of them.

He does leave marks and love bites all over your body. He leaves no spot untouched. Malleus instincts tell him to claim you so he's marking you up head to toe. Mainly around the neck and chest Area, but he also likes biting at your thighs.

He doesn't actually know what squirting is, but the first time you do it he's absolutely feral. He doesn't want you leaving the bed until you squirt again. He's a needy man, you'll do it just a few more times for him, won't you?

His canines sunk into your shoulder blade, Malleus hips rocking against your own and a growl rumbling through his chest. For sounding so rough he was gentle with your body, his hands soothing over the areas he'd previously marked up. His lips found yours, long tongue slipping into your mouth and mapping out the area for the hundredth time.

He drank in your moans of lust, letting your body grind and buck up against his with soft purrs. Malleus gladly let you hold onto his horns while he went down on you, his cocks stretching you out so wonderfully it was almost painful.

His hands slid over the bump in your lower belly where his cocks bulged from, groaning out against your lips, only pulling away to press and pepper kisses down your cleavage. "You are tightening right up around me, darling. Will you be finishing soon?"

He murmured against your skin, words wrapped in silk as he chuckled at your warbled moans and frantic nodding. He felt your back arch up, hips grinding up against his in need. "Calm, darling. Let me do the work." He said against your skin, speeding up his pace. Your head fell back, and he shivered at the cries falling from your bruised and bitten lips.

He stopped suddenly when he felt clear liquid spray out, and groaned at the way your walls squeezed against him. His hips stuttered before grinding up against your needy hole, riding out your orgasm. He laughed, looking down at the mess you'd become and tapping your clit a few times.

"Do you think you could do that for me again, love?" He'd asked, pressing soft kisses against your flushed tear stained face.

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cntloup · 2 months

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18+ MDNI König x Fem!Reader kinda dub-con, brat taming, daddy kink, spanking, creampie

A loud cry leaves your mouth, your face squished against the pillows as he slowly slides his thick meaty cock into your tight dripping wet pussy, stretching you out, you only feel pain at first. "Kö, p-please i-it h-hurts" you manage to get out through your sobs. He has one hand on your hip and the other on your ass, gently massaging the soft skin, his touch soothing and comforting in contrast to the pain you're feeling. "Shh, schatz! You can take it." he grunts as he slides out and quickly back in again. You let out another scream at his hard and quick movement, gripping the sheets tightly. "You've been a brat all day, running your mouth and teasing. Now take what you asked for like a good girl. Huh?! Are you gonna be good for daddy?!" he spanks your ass harshly several times, leaving marks, making you let out sobs of pain and pleasure. "Yess daddy!" you squeal out. His hands are on your hips, grasping firmly, surely leaving bruises as he's fucking your needy seeping pussy so vigorously and madly with such force that you're still in pain but start to feel the pleasure as his cock drags along your gummy walls. "Please I-I can't" he ignores your begs and pleas, his grunts and groans mixing with your moans and whimpers as he speeds up his movements to such a pace you thought impossible, his hips slamming to your ass so hard, you whine every time they meet. His hand roams across your body, gripping and groping until it lands on your puffy clit, rubbing and pinching, causing hiccupped mewls and squeals to fall from your lips. "Fe-Feels s-so g-good, daddy!" you hiccup. You can feel your climax getting closer and closer, brain hazy with pleasure as he plunges his girthy shaft into your sensitive abused cunt repeatedly and rapidly. You cum around his length, moaning and whimpering, body trembling, cramping down on him and milking him dry as he reaches his high and releases white ropes of his cum inside you with a loud growl. You can feel the stickiness on your ass and thighs as a mix of both your juices start to leak out of your swollen red pussy. He slowly pulls out and gently takes you into his arms and leans in for a tender kiss "Sorry I got carried away, liebling. Are you ok? Does it still hurt?" he asks, worried if he went too far. "Yeah hurts a bit." you pout, still dizzy from your intense orgasm. "but it's ok, Kö. You can use me any way, any time you want."

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dearhargrove · 1 month

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Survivors

Evan Buckley x reader

summary You're taking care of Christopher when Buck comes home, looking absolutely drained and in shock and goes straight to Christophers room. You overhear the news and make sure to care for both Chris and Buck.

word count 1639

tags pretty much episode 14 season 4, Eddie gets shot but it's not described, Buck is sad :(, Chris being the precious kid he is

a/n the way I sat there in silence when Eddie got shot is crazy. Like first they hurt us with Athena and Bobby's fight and then one second passes and Eddie (my bb) gets shot I'm so confused 😭 anyway I couldn't take it when I saw bucks reaction so I wrote a fix it for me. Also I screen recorded off of an illegal site to make gifs LMAO

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You're washing the dishes when the front door opens and closes, footsteps echoing through the hallway and living room - right past the kitchen.

“Eddie?” You call and the steps stop. Instead of the man you'd expected there's your husband, Buck. He looks distraught, eyes bloodshot and lips bitten raw. What the hell happened? He doesn't even really look at you, it's like he's looking through you. “Buck? You okay?”

He licks his lips and blinks a few times but he doesn't reply. He walks straight to Christopher's bedroom, you following after him in confusion and worry. Why was he alone and why did he look like he'd seen a ghost or worse?

He stops before entering Chris’ room, but not to wait for permission to come in but more like hesitancy. He balls his hand into a fist and takes a deep breath before walking in. You take his spot in the doorway and watch with a worried frown as Buck squats down in front of Chris who's sitting on his bed, playing a video game.

“Where's Dad?” Buck looks down and you see him swallow again before he looks into the kids eyes. “He's.. not coming home tonight, Chris.”

Chris seems almost unbothered by it but considering that Eddie had to stay in the hospital overnight almost regularly due to his job, it was a reasonable reaction. But Buck doesn't seem to think the same and shakes his head minimally.

“Did he get hurt? In a fire?” Chris inquires and Buck turns his head to the side and slowly shakes it in negation. Before explaining it he sits down next to Chris and pinches the bridge of his nose, frowning. “No, not- not in a fire.” He takes another deep breath before continuing, “The truth is someone hurt your Dad.”

It's been a while since you've heard his voice so sullen and raspy from crying - probably since the last visit from his parents and that was weeks ago now. You slowly and quietly come into the room as well, standing at the foot of the bed and next to Buck with his back turned to you.

He regards you with a short glance before focusing back on Christopher, confirming his question, “Yeah, a bad guy.”

You see him reach up and wipe under his eyes, frowning in empathy as you put your hand between his shoulder blades and slowly move it up and down in hopes to calm him down a bit.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Chris asks and you're glad he did because you want to know too. Buck looks at him again and nods. “Your Dad is tough. He's a fighter.”

“He's with the doctors now? The ones that fixed you?” Chris inquires and Buck nods. You see the conflict on his face before the ten year old nods, “Then he's gonna be fine.” You hum and Buck glances your way before focusing back on Chris. Just as he's about to say something his phone pings twice and he looks down at it.

Over his shoulder you see the message as well, stemming from Bobby.

Out of surgery. Doctors say it went well.

Your heart basically drops in relief and Bucks seems to as well when his phone drops from his hand and he pretty much caves in, dropping his chin to his chest as he sniffles and exhales deeply.

You thread your hand in his hair and he automatically leans into you, resting against your stomach as he starts to cry. His hands grasp at your hips before his arms wrap around you and he sobs.

“Shh, it's okay, baby. Eddie's gonna be fine. Right, Chris? Your dad's strong.”

The young boy nods and you smile assuringly as he reaches out and wraps his arm around Bucks shoulders to pat his back. You melt at the sight and ruffle his hair which he usually doesn't like - only his dad is allowed to - but now he just looks at you with worry and confusion.

“How about you go and get ready for bed, hm?” It's not a question and it is a reasonable time for him to head to bed anyway, so he complies and slowly walks to the bathroom.

When he's out of earshot you sit next to Buck and let him fully wrap his arms around you and put his head on your chest as he cries. “H-He got shot right in front of me,” he starts with hitching breaths. “He just dropped and his blood was all over me-” he sobs deeply and you kiss his head while trying to process this yourself. He got shot?

“You couldn't have prevented it, love. He's gonna be fine. Eddie survived a lot, he's going to pull through this time, too.” Buck shakes his head and pulls back enough to look at you, blue eyes glossy and chin quivering as he gasps between another sob.

“It shouldn't have been him!” This devastates you and you cup his face in your hands, your worried expression replaced by a stern one. “It shouldn't have been anyone. Not him and not you, either. You hear me?”

He whimpers and you sigh, wiping your thumbs under his eyes and placing a long, soft kiss on his birthmark. “As soon as we can, we'll go visit him. But now you have to be strong, for Christopher. He looks up to you, if he sees you sad he'll be sad, too. Let's get him to bed, and I'll take care of you after.”

You take his hand and put it over your heart, exaggerating your breaths so he could match his and calm down. Right when he does he opens his eyes again and his frown fades enough to only be barely visible. “‘m sorry.”

The shake of your head is immediate, shutting up any further apologies. “No. It's good to let it out. I'm here so you can do exactly that if you need to. I love you, Evan. Nothing's gonna change that.”

He pulls his hand from your chest and tangles it with yours instead, gently kissing your knuckles and then your inner wrist.

He used to hate his name after it reminded him of his parents- of how they treated him. It reminds him of a life where he had to endure pain to receive love and attention.

But when you say it, it makes his heart beat faster in a good way. It makes him want to move on from his trauma or at least learn to deal with it.

And moreover it makes him feel validated. With you, he's not just Buck. He's also vulnerable, emotional and a bit cheesy. He's Evan. Evan, who's had more jobs in more cities than he can count on one hand because he was trying to find his place in the world. Evan, who likes the ocean but has been uneasy around it ever since the tsunami.

You smile lovingly and peck his forehead just as Chris comes back inside. He's wearing some dino pajamas and you ‘ohh’ at him which makes him giggle and turn as if to show off his outfit.

You move up from the bed - Buck going with you and standing at the foot of it - and untuck the bedsheets. “Get in there.” Chris grins and lays down, letting you tuck him in.

“Don't be sad, kid.” He says to Buck, who tries and fails to hide a new round of tears building up in his eyes. You had no clue where and why Chris sometimes calls Buck or even Eddie ‘kid’ but both of them seemed to love it.

“I'm just a bit worried for your Dad. But he'll be fine,” he adds the last part when you glance at him warningly, not wanting Chris to worry, and smiles. “Goodnight, bud.”

You leave his nightlight on and the door open as you leave.

Buck settles on the couch and watches as you approach and stand in front of him.

He leans back into the couch and looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you melt every single time he looks at you. Damn him and his beautiful eyes.

“I'm really scared. I don't know what I would do without him… when he laid there and looked at me, I-” he inhales sharply and looks at his hands, picking at his nails and reopening an old abrasion in the process.

You take his hand into each of yours to stop him and sigh, “I think you're gonna have to move from monthly sessions to biweekly, babe.” You know his therapy has been helping him a lot and you're glad he's working on coping with his trauma, but this addition is going to complicate not just his home life but also work - especially when Eddie comes back.

He groans and pulls you down until you're sitting on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs and his hands on your hips. “I appreciate your help, lovie, but just let me try and rest a little right now, please?”

You smile and card a hand through hair, moving to get off his lap so he could get comfortable on the couch. “Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and you're pushed onto your back before he's leaning over you, laying between your legs.

“You're gonna use me as your pillow?” You prompt and he nods, laying his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck and against your pulse point. You're familiar with his constant search for proof that you're alive and well; you supposed it comes from not just the job but his abandonment issues, too.

It didn't matter to you though, as long as you got to hold him at the end of the day you'd let him maneuver you into whatever way made him happy.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #oliver stark #911 fanfic #911 show #911 fox #911 spoilers #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz #christopher diaz

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mrzombielover · 10 months

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real price hours tn

NSFW warning! f!reader, porn no plot

“yeah, just like that… goood girl…” price groans as you take him fully, taking a large puff from the lit cigar he dangles. you whimper at his words, making him chuckle as he exhales smoke in your face.

“oh, you like that, huh?” he laughs, free hand running down your waist and coming to grab a fistful of your ass. “dirty girl…” you squeak as he slaps your ass.

you mewl when you start to move, letting out a shaky breath as you bounce agonizingly slow on his cock, still adjusting to the stretch. you throw your head back, a soft moan slipping past your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting a hand run through his hair and grip at the roots. he chuckles again, rolling his hips into you, drinking in every whine and gasp and moan that you give him. he takes another puff of his cigar, hand trailing from your ass around to your hip to rub soft circles into your clit. you keen at that, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

"captain!" you whine.

"shh, shh, baby," price shushes you gently, softly connecting his lips to yours as he breaths smoke out his nose. he swallows your moans as you let them into his mouth, and you feel dizzy against him as you roll your hips, greedily chasing the electrifying pleasure. you quiver around him, reduced to a whimpering mess as you're stretched out around his fat cock. he's all you can focus on, everything else dissolving but his length inside you and the smell of his musk and cigar.

"so perfect for me," he mumbles against your flesh, placing kisses before softly biting your neck.

"captain..." you moan again, bouncing sloppier now, more desperately.

"please!" it's almost a sob. you don't exactly know what you're begging for, but the plead leaves your lips anyway like a last prayer. Price laughs dryly, letting his eyes slip shut and head fall back against the headboard.

"you're so pretty when you whine. poor baby, you cant do it alone?" he teases, rolling his hips against yours. you moan louder now, falling forward slightly as he starts to fuck up into you. your back is arching against him, barley processing his words.

"come on, sweet girl," he says softly in your ear, his thumb on your clit making you throb and squeeze on him, hands searching for something, anything to grip on to. "thaaat's it.. just needed my help, huh?" he says soothingly as you dig your nails into his back.

"oh, god!" you squeak, letting a strangled cry into his ear.

"fuck! I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, all strength leaving your body as Price thrusts up, repeatedly abusing your g-spot. His fingers dig into your hip, other hand clenching his cigar so hard it nearly crumbles in his grip, but not a single part of your brain cares about that now. The orgasm hits you in shaky waves, reducing you to a throbbing, soaking, shaking mess as it washes over you.

"yeah, good girl," He says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as his pace slows. He takes one last puff before haphazardly dropping his cigar into the ashtray on his bedside table, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath before he's fully lifting you up and flipping you onto your back.

"can you give me one more, baby?"

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darthgloris · 3 months

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2AM THOUGHTS #8: unburnt!Vader is attracted to a Jedi

The first time you saw Darth Vader in person, you were pleasantly surprised: you thought he would be this disfigured shell of a man that couldn't tell right from wrong, just another Sith with a mangled and scarred face.

But, oh, my God, was he the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.

From his sharp jawline to his slightly upturned nose to his cheekbones that seemed to be carved in marble, even the scar over his eye was attractive. And his eyes, his tantalising crystal blues had this intensity to them, this determination. It made your knees wobble for a split second, and it distracted you enough to almost get you shot.

From then on, at every battlefield you and him exchanged innocent glances that soon turned into eye-fucking, and at some point you began engaging in lightsaber duels. The tension was so palpable, it could be cut with a knife.

Now you were nervous, to say the least. The first time you and your troops would be engaging in combat on the Death Star, Vader's official station. You didn't want to fail the Rebellion, and you trusted that the ambition and importance of the undertaking would help you fight more efficiently.

The battle didn't go at all how you expected it to.

"Ahh, fuck, angel..." Vader groaned, relentlessly pounding you from behind. Your cheek was smushed against the wall, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth with every mewl, and your breasts were pressed flush into the cold surface of the wall. His scent was rubbing off all over you, almost as if he wanted to mark his territory, his broad shoulders swallowed your smaller figure as his embrace engulfed you entirely, each snap of his hips made the metal shelves of the closet room creak and stutter with the sheer force of his movements.

"Vader..." you sobbed, one hand gripping the shelf to keep you grounded to reality while the other rested against the wall for stability. It felt like each time he pulled out, he dragged out your whole spine with him.

"Listen to you, moaning my name like a bitch in heat. Bet you want everyone hearing who's fucking you, huh?" He grinned, pawing at your breasts through your robes. The way his armour brushed against your back made you shiver, the feeling of his large frame turning you on more, if that was even possible. "Only a whore like you could have left her own troops alone just to get fucked good. I mean, how do they even take you seriously?"

You let out a loud cry at the words, whimpering and babbling his name. "Shh, quiet down for me, angel. Don't want anyone to see what belongs to you, do you?" You could only manage to shake your head, your brain could barely compose a coherent thought. He was fucking you too good.

"Good fucking girl..." he groaned, soft growls rumbling deep within his throat as his hips slapped harder against your ass.

"Vader... I- I'm close..." you stuttered. In a swift movement, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, pushing your back against the wall as he shoved his cock in your entrance once again and slammed into you impossibly harder, making you inhale sharply and bite your fist to keep from screaming.

He grabbed your jaw with a surprisingly gentle grip, "Look at me, baby girl. I want you to look me in the eyes while you cum."

You gazed into his icy blues, a passionate sparkle to them as he stared back into your own eyes, and you felt your climax growing closer by the second. He brought his hand down to circle your clit and toyed with the wet folds, the pad of his thumb prodding at your sensitive pearl.

The overstimulation made you sob as the coil in your lower stomach finally snapped, making you cling to his shoulders as your hips curled repeatedly. "That's it, goooood girl..." Vader drawled, a guttural groan escaping his lips as your warmth flooded all around him. His thrusts grew sloppier and his cock throbbed inside you, indicating he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck- angel, you're gonna make me cum..." his voice cracked as his breathing picked up.

With a last particularly knee-weakening plunge, he threw his head back and groaned, this time slightly higher in pitch, and his aggressive bucking mellowed into soft strokes as he gritted his teeth in pure bliss while he rode out his high.

Vader sighed and slumped into you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as his chest heaved with passion and intensity. "That was... fucking... amazing..." he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. "My perfect girl..."

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 3 months

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Another On The Way

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: none

Y/N's pov

"No, no, no.." I covered my mouth with my palm as the tears ran down my cheeks in disbelief. I wanted to scream when I saw two lines appearing on the pregnancy test I had just taken. I put all my hopes in the fact that the test would be negative, considering the fact that only 5 months ago I gave birth to our beautiful little girl Sofia.

"Amor, is it done?" Carlos asked knocking on the door. I didn't even try to pull myself together before I opened the door in front of which he was standing holding Sofia in his arms. I opened the door and stared at him with teary eyes sobbing.

"Mi amor que paso por que lloras?" He asked worriedly placing his free hand on my cheek wiping away the tears with his thumb.

"Carlos, it's positive. I'm pregnant again." I broke down crying out loud into his chest.

"Hey, hey..shh." He pulled me into a hug rubbing my back. "Baby, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." He tried to comfort me, but at that moment I was inconsolable.

"How could we be so careless? We just had a baby.."

"Amor but I thought we didn't want to stop at just one child. We talked about how we wanted more."

"I know and I do want more, but I just wasn't expecting this to happen so soon. I'm not ready yet, I'm so scared."

Sofia was born 3 weeks before her due date because towards the end of the pregnancy things started to get complicated. in the middle of the night I was woken up by severe pain and had to go to the hospital immediately. The birth was laborious, long, difficult and painful. If Carlos hadn't been next to me in those moments, I don't know how I would have endured it. Luckily, in the end, everything went well and Sofia was born healthy and beautiful. I was so exhausted from giving birth that I was coming for days, Carlos had to help me walk and even get out of bed because I couldn't do it myself. but today when I look at Sofia and her big brown eyes, the same as Carlos's, I know that it was all worth it for her.

"I understand that you are scared, but you know that we are in this together as in everything else. I promise to be here every step of the way again and I promise you that you have nothing to fear." He said placing a kiss on my forehead. I'm so lucky to have him by my side through anything in life. He is my rock and as long as we are together I know deep down that I don't have to worry about anything because he will always be there for me.

"I know, but I just wanted us to give all of our attention to Sofi. I don't want to be away from you anymore and I want Sofi to be with you as well, she is so small, she needs you as much as I do." I sob looking at Sofia in his arms who playing with her tiny hands.

Towards the end of the 6th month of pregnancy, I could no longer go to the races with Carlos. it just became too strenuous and risky to go, so the doctor advised me to stay home and rest. I was in our house in Madrid all the time and I missed him terribly and it was very difficult without him, and my hormones and mood swings were not helpful at all. Thank God he was at home that night when I went into labor.

"Mi corazon te lo prometo, I'll make sure to be with you every spare second when I'm not racing. She already feels how much we love her and she will never lack for anything. I need you to be okay, baby." I take Sofi from his hands in mine and kiss her on the head, rocking her as she started to frown a little.

"I love you so much Carlos. Thank you. I'm so lucky that you're mine." My tears finally dried and I took a deep breath, now much calmer and happier than a few minutes ago.

"Todo para mis niñas. Te amo tanto." He says pressing his lips against mine and wrapping his arms around both of us. He always made everything so easy and he always let me know that I was forever safe with him.

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melodygatesauthor · 10 months

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Miguel O'Hara - Non/Dub-con Edition - Random Horny Thots #1 - Making It Fit

NSFW - NON/DUB-CON WARNING BELOW THE CUT - Virgin Reader

For @moonknightly 🫠

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"It won't fit," you whine, feeling the fat tip of Miguel's cock pushing into your tight little hole.

You are a virgin, and that excites the hell out of Miguel. He's never had a virgin before, and the thought of ripping your cunt open around him made his cock come to life faster than ever before. You were tight though, that much was obvious. Even just the head of his shaft was enough to stretch you out more than you'd ever been before.

"It's gonna fit." He grumbled, pushing in a little more.

You cry out in pain, arching your back and feeling a sob swell like a ball in your throat. You push back on his abdomen, and in response he's grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head with a sticky orange-red web.

"M-Miguel I-"

"Shh," he covers your mouth in the same substance that he used for your wrists.

He's pushing your knees up by your head, and you start to cry. You writhe underneath his powerful strength, but it's useless. He slides in a little more. No amount of prep could've readied you for the tearing of your hymen around his thick girth. He groans, voice rasping in pleasure at the feeling of molding your insides to his cock.

"Told you it would fit cariño." He looks down, spitting on his dick where it met with your entrance.

You moan, but still shake your head as he keeps rolling his hips forward slowly. You're crying louder, clearly asking him to stop, but he knows you can take it. He knows you want it. Besides, the sound of your distress alone is making his cock that much harder...and makes it feel that much better.

"Mm, buena niña, keep opening that hole up for me, relax and-let-me-in." He grunts loudly as he bottoms out, balls hitting against your rear as he does.

You cry out, little body trembling wildly under his huge frame. He's looking down where you're connected as he slides back. His stomach flutters excitedly at the sight of the blood streaking over his cock. He can see where your hole ripped open, crimson leaking out and trickling around his length.

"Poor little girl, no wonder you're crying so much. Cry harder for me okay? I like hearing you desperate and sobbing for me."

He slams forward, and you cry out again. You never thought Miguel would do something like this to you. He doesn't stop though, he keeps thrusting, and the pain feels like it's killing you. He seems to love it though, every scream makes him move faster.

Miguel has seen gaping wounds that bled less than you did. He's so fucking hard over it though, reveling in the way it looks, the way it sounds...the way it smells. It smells like copper mixed with your arousal, wafting up between both of your bodies to his nostrils. Seeing the way your pussy is swallowing his fat cock so well, despite the pain, is getting him closer.

When he comes, he's a mess, drooling down his chest and still staring at the bloody opening he made. You're still sobbing, inspiring what feels like the endless stream of cum to gush out of him and fill your channel.

When he's finished, he sits back to admire his work. Your little hole is a red and white mess, leaking all over the bed in a pile. You're still gaping wide open, clearly sore and aching.

"I knew you could take it cariño, now...let's go one more time hm?"

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kiskisur · 7 months

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Hello again! How are you faring? I would like to request some smut with Alhaitham/Neuvillette with a ftm! male reader who is a really famous defense attorney/prosecutor from Fontaine ( ´∀｀)

Pretty boy

warnings: NSFW, sub!ftm!reader x dom!neuvilette, reader has a pussy, praising, basically neuvilette worshipping your body because yes, breeding kink sure

note: been dying to literally write this while playing with a friend ily omg but I'm good ~ thank you for asking!! <3

edited note: I don't know how to describe a pussy so I apologize for any mistakes!

IMPORTANT <- must read.

IMPORTANT 2.

you were a famous attorney in the whole fontaine, fighting for criminals and defending them but who knew you would be in this situation?

"ngg.. g-good boy." he purred seductively in your ear, kneading on your ass to help you relax.

you were a mess under him, too dizzy and fucked out to even think straight, you were gorgeous in his eyes.

"archons, you look absolutely stunning.. ah-" he shuddered, feeling your walls tighten around him at the praise as he laughed softly.

"does the pretty boy like being praised? receiving his treat?" he cooed, kissing your forehead as he thrusted so much deeper now.

he wanted to ravish you, seeing you dumb all over his cock turned him on so much he would snap any second now.

but remembering how you were oh so stressed from earlier after defending a horrible criminal had him focused on pleasing you

"n-neuvilette! I'm gonnA- mmf cum..! pleasepleaseplease let me cum!" you were practically crying at the tight knot forming in your stomach, your walls clenching around him.

his hand reached down to play and rub your clit, earning a whine and cry from you as you arched your back at the sudden sensation.

"that's it, good boy shh.. cum for me." he was praising and worshipping your body by now, leaving any place untouched and not kissed.

"s-so tight around me- I-I might as well just fill you up with my cum, yeah? you want me to cum inside you and fill you up with my k-kids?" he spoke such lewd words to you, making you squirm and nod eagerly before wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer.

you enjoyed how deep he was, through out all your relationships not once anyone dared to even go deeper into you, causing your needs to grow every second.

he growled, his thrusts increasing and going rougher as he panted heavily and bit your neck.

your eyes rolled back at the overwhelming pleasure hitting you like waves. your vision blurring white when finally you came, whining and moaning his name.

his gaze darkened as he listened to his name slipping out of your lips, roughly thrusting into you deeper and harder now as he chased his own release, the overstimulation caused you to cry out and scratch his back like a cat.

"t-toO much! neuvilette plEa-" you were cut off by him kissing you, slipping his tongue in as he danced with yours as well, swallowing your cries and moans.

when he pulled away something warm spilled inside you, a groan filling the air as he shuddered and came inside you.

"sh- g-good boy, pretty boy nnghh.." he closed his eyes, trying to process everything as he raised his head to admire your gorgeous form, full of love bites, a slight bruise on your waist and your hair sticking to your forehead from sweating.

you were gorgeous in his eyes, you could've sworn you saw heart shapes in his pupils, laughing softly as you leaned closer and kissed his cheek.

"I have a trial tomorrow, you're dead if my walks turn wobbly like a slime." you glare at him, causing him to pout and slip out of you.

"aww, why not? It'll be cute would it not?" he teased, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom.

"NEUVILETTE!!! (NAME)!!!!" neuvilette froze when you heard a scream right outside his door, fuck, focalors is gonna kill you now you better pray to the archons at this point.

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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pairing: charles leclerc ; carlos sainz ; max verstappen; toto wolff ; lando norris; rbr!sebastian vettel x reader

warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of dacryphilia, mentions of chocking, mentions of fucking infront of a mirror, mentions of possessiveness, mentions of public sex, mentions of slapping, mentions of cum eating, mentions of fingers in mouth

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CHARLES LECLERC

LOVES to tease you but HATES it when you tease him.

“You better stop touching me right now or I’ll make sure that you have no tears left to cry anymore by the end of the night, mon amour.”

Always dragging you by your wrist to the bedroom/restroom when you were a brat.

“I’ve had enough of your little game, ma jolie — one your knees, now.”

ABSOLUTELY LOVES to see his veiny fingers making their way down your mouth, likes loves to stuff your mouth with them.

“Just like that baby, take them deep down your throat, just like we’ve practiced.”

CARLOS SAINZ

Lots of chocking.

“Look at that big hand around you delicate little throat, cariño, so beautiful.”

LOVES railing you infront of a mirror with a passion.

“Look at you, baby, Look at your pathetic, little figure, fucking love it.”

Overstimulates you for fun if he had a bad race.

“Stay still or I’ll tie every single limb if yours to the bedposts, you got me?”

“Don’t try to fight it, cariño, it’s useless.”

MAX VERSTAPPEN

SO possessive over you. Like, if any other man even looks at you, he’s mad like an animal.

“You're body is mine, you're mind is mine and you're heart is mine, understood?”

“I own you, y/n.”

Always sneakingly touching you under the table at a dinner party in a restaurant or at a family dinner at home in the Netherlands.

“Shh baby, it’s okay — I got you, don’t I? Yeah, I do.”

Slapping you if you're being a BIG brat.

“Talk to me like that again and I’ll slap that pretty little face of yours until it's genuinely painful, okay?”

TOTO WOLFF

Always touching you somewhere, either your arm or your thigh or your palm, he loooooves touching you.

Showing everybody that you belong to him and will always belong to him.

“You're my perfect little girl and my perfect little girl only, am I clear?”

Choking you when you are riding him and thinking that you’ve got the lead now.

“Don’t you think that just because I let you ride my cock that you’ll get all the power, Schatzi, I am always gonna be in charge, you hear me? Always.”

A bit overprotective but honestly… you love it.

LANDO NORRIS

Loves to let his hands good along your skin when he’s thrusting into you.

“How did I get so lucky, hmm?”

“Such a pretty, pretty girl I got myself, don’t I?”

“You're.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Beautiful.” Thrust

Kisses his way up your neck, always making you giggle in the process.

Secretly LOVES to eat you out and eat your cum.

RBR!SEBASTIAN VETTEL

Lots of eye contact.

“Look at me, liebling, c'mon.”

“Keep your eyes on me, that’s a good girl.”

LOVES calling you his good little girl.

“My obedient, little girl, that’s exactly what you are, am I right?”

Always strokes your cheek and puts your hair behind your ear.

“Shh, it’s okay liebling, I’ll take good care of you now, don’t worry.”

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pablitogavii · 6 months

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Stranger protector

You came to this stupid bar because you're friend forced you to join her and now she wants to leave with some guy. You hated being in stuffy places like this not to mention that she was your ride home.

"But where are you going!?" you said and she winked at the guy telling him to wait for her outside.

"Isn't he the hottest!!!?" she squealed but you were in no mood feeling stupid that your friend would just ditch you like that.

"How am I gonna get home Liz!?" you say and she rolls her eyes saying it's not a big deal and you can take an uber.

"Liz! Wait! Damn it!!" you say taking out your phone to dial an uber suddenly bumping into someone's strong chest. You looked up shocked to see Pablo Gavi in front of you...he was prettier than in the photos but this was no time for fantasizing about famous footballers.

"Perdón" you say walking past him and Pablo was struck the moment he saw you kind dark eyes. He looked after you as you walked towards the exit door notciing the drunk guy starting to follow after you.

"Vamos Pablito! La otra!" Ferran offered him a shot but Pablo kept staring towards the exit door getting a very bad feeling inside his stomach.

"Él la siguió..." [He followed her...] Pablo said more so to himself and Ferran furrowed his eyebrows shrugging and drinking the shot himself before joining others at the bar.

Pablo couldn't stop himself as he ran outside seeing her back as she tried to find signal and the guy getting closer quietly.

"BABY!" Pablo suddenly yelled and both the guy and you turned around as you jumped noticing how close the drunk man was to you.

Pablo walked up straight to you and your cheeks blushed when you realized he was indeed calling YOU his baby right now! Fuck! Was this real!??

"Puedo ayudarte en algo, tío?" [Can I help you with something, man?] Pablo asked giving man a death glare while he was still staring at your from top to bottom imagining God knows what! Disgusting!!

"How many times did I tell you not to go outside alone, huh?" he said to you now grabbing your hand and you swore your heard was pouding against your chest so damn hard!!! Pablo Gavi was holding your hand right now!!!

"I'm sorry..." you said with a pout that was driving Pablo crazy right now but he remained focused on the man.

"Your girl is very pretty..." drunk man spoke in a broken English and you held Pablo's hand tighter when he tried to move closer making him stand a bit in front of you and slowly caress your hand to calm you down.

"I know she is..so if we can't help you, how about you leave now?" Pablo was not kidding anymore and the man could tell shrugging his shoulders and walking back into the bar. Pablo just called you pretty!!! This has to be a dream!!!

You were hyperventilating your anxiety taking the best our of you once you finally realized in how much danger you actually were. You should have never came here with Liz!!! You were so stupid!!!

"Are you okay now? HUh?" Pablo asked snapping you out of your thoughts and you nodded although still holding his hand very tightly. When he started caressing it again, you realized the position you were in quickly letting go and apologizing.

"Hey, it's okay! You got scared, it's normal" he said and tears fell down your cheeks because you were still thinking what could have happened if he hadn't followed you outside. Everything around you felt so overwhelming right now.

"Hey..hey..shh..it's okay..you're safe now, I promise okay? I'm not going to let anything happen to you! Come here..it's okay I promise preciosa.." he pulled you into a hug and you were crying into his surely expensive shirt while he ran his fingers through your messy curly hair.

"Are you here alone?" he said raising your chin and drying your tears with his fingers after a few minutes and you nodded.

"Um...I came with my friend...but she left with some boy...and I wanted to call an Uber...I haven't even said thank you, I'm so sorry!" you were so overwhelmed that your voice was shaking but Pablo didn't mind smiling and saying that it was his pleasure entirely. What a gentleman! Don't go crazy! He's wanted by like half the Spain right now!!!

"What's your name preciosa?" he said reaching out his hand and you took it with a kind smile on your face.

"I'm Y/N.." you say and he smiled nodding his head

"I'm Pablo." he answered and your words left your mouth before you could think.

"I know! Um...my dad likes fútbol" you explain now very much embarrassed and shy but he liked it very much.

"He cheering for Barça?" Pablo asked and you were glad he didn't think you were just another crazy fan of his (which you kinda were lol)

"He's a Culé..." you smile back seeing that he was glad to hear it.

"And you? Are you a Culé??" he smirked now and you could tell he meant it in a flirtatious way but you were so socked that you blushed bright red like a tomato.

"Um...now I have to be...after you saved me" you say and he nods his head asking if it would be fine for him to drive you home instead.

"You know who I am..not a killer" he jokes and you giggle nodding your head and accepting his offer starting to walk towards his parked car.

"You haven't drank?" you asked a little cautious after what happened.

"No, I was a driver tonight...besides I rarely drink"he said and you nodded thinking that you were exactly the same way not really liking the whole drinking scene.

"How will your friends get home now???" you asked feeling bad that he ditched his friends the same way Liz ditched you.

"I will come back to pick them up after you're safely home preciosa" he winked and you blushed looking away in embarrassment. Nobody ever made you feel so freaking shy and excited before Pablo!!!

The whole ride you were talking about random stuff and quickly you were already in front of your apartment building. You felt sad..night was over and he will disappear from your life.

"You live here alone?" he asked and you nodded explaining that your family is back in the US while you studied here.

"Um..maybe I can walk you to your door?" he said a little nervous now which was unusual for Pablo but he really didn't want this night to end just yet.

"Sure! Thank you Pablo!" you say and he smiled nodding his head opening your car door before walking you to your apartment.

"That's me! Thank you again for everything!" you said kissing his cheek and Pablo melted feeling your lips on his skin. He couldn't let you slip away and his hands moved on it's own will snaking around your waist as you tried to walk away.

"BABYYY, don't go!" he said and once again hearing that nickname made a shiver move down your spine.

"If you keep calling me that, I might get used to it..." you admit snaking your arms around his neck and you two just looked into each others eyes for a few seconds.

"Maybe I want you to?" he said and you blushed looking away for just a second before meeting his eyes again.

"Maybe I want that too?" you answer and he smiled leaning into you closer before your lips found each others and you just stood there kissing one another like you were alone in the world. When one of your neighbors started unlocking the door, you quickly pulled away grabbing Pablo's hand and pulling him inside of your apartment.

"Hm...are you kidnapping me preciosa mia???" he smirked and you giggled going on your tip toes and kissing his sweet soft lips again and he smiled into the kiss holding your waist again and kissing your back.

Time passed and you were on your couch cuddled up together holding hands, chatting and exchanging kisses every once in awhile. You caught a glance of the clock on the wall as thought came to mind.

"Dios Pablo! Your friends!" you said and he giggled kissing your nose and then your lips.

"I texted my sister to pick them up an hour ago princesa...no te preocupes...unless you want me to go now???" he said and you held him tighter while nuzzling your face into his neck.

"Stay..." you whispered and he nodded his head kissing your forehead lovingly before carrying you to bed and cuddling up to you. He always knew he would find you suddenly...and now he finally did...his girl❤️

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