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merakiui · 1 year
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Thinking of a degen!prefect (ironic I know) that hangs out with Jade on his mountain lover club adventures solely because they're horny....
Like I'm out here tryna suck yo dick, let me on your meaty mushroom 😫 I don't care about your mushroom endeavours.
It isn't long until prefect's cover of being a mountain enthusiast starts to breakdown.
"The Volvariella volvacea is a rather delicious mushroom, but don't get it confused with the toxic Amanita phalloides, bla bla..... Y/n are you listening?" Jade rambles about his mushrooms, until he realized that prefect was daydreaming.
"Uhh that uhhh uhhh mushroom looks pretty edible to me-"
"That is the exact mushroom I was warning you about! Sometimes I wonder if you actually wanted to learn about mushrooms. What is it that you actually want?" Jade interrupts, his interest piqued just as much as he is irritated.
"Err... The sun is setting soon, we should set up the campfire!" Prefect said flustered, desperately trying to change the topic.
"Why are you dodging the question? What is it that you're hiding little prefect?" Jade's pupils start to dilate (could eels do that?!?!)
"Nothing at all!"
"Have I made you uncomfortable?" Jade's voice shows faux concern.
"No, not at all. Now let's get moving."
A few days later, at mostro lounge. Jade sneakily gives prefect a cocktail with high alcohol content, in the guise of a sweet mocktail. Prefect gets drunk just as he plans, he proceeds to interrogate them, not that he minds the fact that they hang out with him.
"So what is it that you have been hiding from me?" Jade questions.
"I wanna have your dick in me shooo bad! I hump m'pillow every night to you! I don't even care abou thoshe shtupid mushwooms! I want you to breed me until I can't think!" Prefect says intoxicated, slurring out those words even.
"Oh my~ what do we have here? That was the reason why you joined me despite having no interest? How amusing!"
Jade is going to have a lot of fun with this, prefect will have a lot of problems to deal with once they sober up.
WOWOWOOOOOOOOOO YES YES OTL
Knowing Jade, as soon as he realizes you're down bad for him he'll tease you about it (just in very roundabout ways). I like to imagine he pretends to be utterly oblivious to your horny grip and the fact that you're always looking at him and not the mushrooms when he's explaining things, how your gaze always gravitates to his lips when he's speaking, how your pupils dilate when you look at him, how your shoulders perk up when he chuckles or smiles at you, how you're always stealing subtle glances at what might be contained in his trousers below the belt hehe. >:)
And he purposely gets close to you on the mountain treks, sliding an arm around you because "careful, the trail is a little steep and uneven here." and he has you hold onto him and he's so close and he's touching you and omg he could have you pressed against the tree right now and !!!!! So many fantasies play through your head. Oh, if only Jade could peer inside your head. He'd love to know what you think of when he does things like this. It's so obviously flirting, but somehow he's smooth enough to make it seem so natural. There's so much sexual tension between the both of you, though. Jade stokes it like it's a fire. <3
Omg and getting you drunk... what if he uses shock the heart on you as well so you'll have no choice but to be completely, drunkenly honest when he pries the truth from you!!!! >0< he makes you spill all of the dirty, little thoughts you have about him, and since he's so shameless it sounds like music to his ears. Aaaaa maybe he's fingering you when he makes you tell him the truth!!! Although it is a little disheartening you aren't a mushroom lover like him. :< he was hoping to share more of his hobby with you... so maybe it's a little upsetting you weren't truly listening to his lectures about mushroom species, but Jade has a fun pop quiz for you! Maybe if you get the answers right he'll let you cum or (better yet) he'll stick it in. <3 hopefully you remembered all that he taught you on those nature hikes. :)
Jade's so annoying, though, because he could spend hours teasing you with foreplay. He's so dedicated to being a nuisance and watching you squirm and beg him in every way that he might not ever end up fucking you. But alcohol always pairs so disastrously with the horny grip, so maybe if you push him down and ride him into tomorrow morning he'll be a little nicer to you. After all, Jade likes unexpected surprises hehe. And it'll be an even crazier unexpected surprise if the pregnancy test comes back positive many weeks later.
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mack-anthology-mp3 · 2 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/hurts4maya/741688007153827840?source=share
*plonks this post here for you*
*shaking* hahahaha yeah uhm haha was that first gif the uhhh homoerotic tension casanova film???? i think in that movie he's in love with this woman who's dressing as a guy for a bit or something but i looked at that like OHHHHHHHH. GAYYYY. anyways.
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bluesthebest · 2 months
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◓ + Reverse!
"Hey Blue, do you think you can keep an eye on this Misdreavus? He keeps following me and pulling my hair."
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"I will actually kill you, if you don't get this thing away from me"
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xiaoxiongmaos · 1 year
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top 5 beomgyu looks!
how could you even do this to a bamtori <|3 have a huge moodboard instead because i couldn't decide on just 5 dfjgfjk (the last 5 in the middle column are my top 5 for now though ♡)
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inkykeiji · 7 months
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I AM SO EXCITED FOR UR CHAT GAME LFKOSOSKZOQKSHI EACH TIME U TALK ABOUT IT I CRYYYYYYY
I AM SO EXCITED THAT U ARE SO EXCITED i have so many ideas and i’m really really really eager to get feedback from everyone who’s interested in it so i can move forward in a more productive manner!!!!!
ha ha ha every time i talk about it i cry as well bcoz it literally makes me want to jump off a roof sometimes lol 。゚(゚ノД`゚)゚。 but i think ultimately it will be worth all the work n tears
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vvanessaives · 2 years
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OOO 22) nap + fenix 👀
22. nap a part of the continuation i did of this piece but can be read on its own. characters: fenix hayes, vesper moxley words: 5.589 (forgive me, hate me) warnings: mentions of blood but nothing serious, also disgusting sweetness and tenderness and fenix, because he deserves to be a warning.
Vesper’s eyes cracked open, body weighting double her normal load, and instinctively extended her arm to the bedside table, tentatively searching for her phone but having no luck in finding it. Instead she grabbed a wristwatch, surely not hers, and brought it as close as possible to her face so that those sleepy eyes of hers could manage to look at the hour. The screen was broken and had a few drops of blood staining it, but thankfully it still worked. Half past four in the morning, the glowing numbers signalled. Perfect, she barely slept for thirty minutes.
Ditching the watch back in its original place she questioned if trying to fall asleep again could be a worthy attempt or a useless feat. She closed her eyes but scoffed at herself immediately after: who was she trying to fool? Of course she wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next eighteen hours, at least.
Admitting defeat to her own ridiculous sleep pattern, she let out a tired groan and moved to get out of bed: a shower and finally eating something, anything at all, were her first aims. As plans never go accordingly to what she wishes for, a pair of arms wrapped around her lower stomach caged her back to the spot, a sound that resembled a whine followed and made her do a double take. Was that the grogginess still clouding her mind or did she really hear that?
Vesper tried to turn and twist in Fenix’s arms to regain freedom but only earned a second whining sound, her low giggle was impossible to hide this time. Witnessing Fenix squealing like a teen for something as trivial as getting out of bed had a touch of – in her own words – je-ne-sais-quoi of silliness.
Their legs intertwined messily as he tried to keep Vesper in bed longer, arms wrapping tighter around her waist and shifting her body impossibly close to his, Fenix’s face now planted against the crook of her neck; his stubble didn’t help the coaxing job he tried to enact, as it kept pinching at the sensitive skin and forced Vesper to twist again, shoulder rising to prevent the closeness and forcing him away. His sleep, or what little remained of it, was disturbed for the last time.
“Fine, fine.” Fenix finally spoke up, words slurred by sleep and muffled by her neck. “I get it, it’s impossible to sleep here.” Tone low and rougher than usual; Vesper never noticed how the raspy sound of his sleepy voice could let a shiver run up her spine like that. Or maybe she just pretended it never happened before.
“You can keep sleeping.” She merely reasoned, an open invitation to let her get up so he could keep on staying in bed for how long he wished for.
“Are you trying to do the walk of shame out of your own house now?” Fenix finally cracked open one his eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips as the playful remark made Vesper scoff humorously. He moved his face and his so upsetting hispid cheeks away from her neck and sank his nose into her hair instead, the scent was biting and carried the memory of the last few hours endeavours, the fight they went through to escape a weird kidnapping being the perfect example; yet he could still catch the habitual smell of caramel mixed to the smoky notes of her favourite brand of cigarettes. Rich, full. Davidoff gold. Hell of an expensive type too. Of course he remembers about it, how could he forget that time when he bought a pack just to offer her one: she kept saying she would accept a smoke only if it’s her brand so Fenix had to get clever. In the end, Vesper refused him anyway, true, but at least he had it ready for the day she would accept. And eventually, she did. He pretended that was some kind of victory, if he ignored the other twenty or so times he got rejected.
“I just want to take a shower. And eat, I’m starving. Scared I’ll leave?” Her hand went behind her, searching and successfully getting to the nape of Fenix’s neck, fingers sinking into the short hair and soothingly offering a massage, fingers slightly scraping the scalp, just like he liked. Not that she knew, of course.
“Trembling like a leaf at the thought.” He hummed, eyes battling a war already lost to stay open, the pleasurable sensation was spreading quickly through the whole length of his neck and gently lulling him back to sleep. A few minutes went by in total silence, Vesper was sure he fell asleep again until a grumble followed immediately after she stopped the relaxing rub. “Didn’t I tire you out at least a bit?” Fenix annoyingly asked, Vesper only shook her head. “Did the thugs tire you out…?” Another negative response to which he replied with a relived sigh. “Thank god.” He gave another tight squeeze before asking his next request. “No sleep, I get it. At least stay here?”
Fenix tone was sweet, inviting, and it made Vesper’s heart tremble with longing: the answer was yes, of course it was yes, yet something made her self-aware – maybe it was the warm feeling taking control over her mind or the way she wished to stay in that exact same position forever. That wasn’t the right way to feel towards a ‘friend’, acquittance at best, the word kept slipping.
“Fine.” She admitted defeat, both to Fenix and the embarrassment she felt by accepting that invitation. She had to counterbalance the acceptance with something else. “But get off. You are getting too comfy around me.” Vesper pushed herself out of his arms, turning on her back as she slightly shoved him in the same position too. Fenix didn’t fight it but the disapproving groan he let out was unmistakable.
Did she regret her own words? Yes. Did she miss the way Fenix was holding her? Yes. Would she retract her words? No, sadly no. And she cursed herself for acting so foolishly.  
“Scared you’ll like me?” He teased back. “Or it’s too late for that already?”
Vesper scoffed, the indignation at the accusation too marked to make it sound like he didn’t just say something definitively right. “I could never like someone like you.” A frown broke out her impassable features as she heard Fenix laugh – knowingly, amusingly – like someone that knew way too much, that got lied to but knew the truth hiding behind the words.
“So this means nothing, right?” He turned to look at Vesper’s profile; in the darkness of the room only the light coming from the street gave a semblance of a well-lit room.
“Yeah.” Another answer that Fenix expected. He knew that was a lie but he couldn’t hide that hearing it made him…sad? Empty? Maybe he was being just as stupid as her.
“So we will pretend we’ve been, don’t know, taking naps lately? Naked?” Vesper bit her lip, nose scrunched up. Oh, he knew what that meant, that bothered her. Even annoyed slightly.
“Could say so.” She crossed her hands over her stomach, paying attention to not let her arms rest over her wound, and let her head fall to the side to look at him. “I barely know anything about you.” A whisper, melancholy seeping through the words. That wasn’t entirely true, she knew a lot of little useless facts, like the way he would tap the heels of his boots against any kind of furniture – preferably the underside of a table – after he worn them. Godspeed, he would say. He was the superstitious type but he hated to hear it.
Fenix let his right hand fall behind his head, resting over it as he gave the statement some thought. “Ask me whatever you want then. Two chance to go crazy about anything you want.”
Vesper turned to her side completely to look at him, see if he was being serious, attention caught by the proposal. “And you’ll answer? Whatever the question?”
Fenix shrugged, it’s not like he had anything to hide. More or less. “But I will ask you two questions back.”
Vesper didn’t give it much thought before agreeing. “Deal. I’ll start.” What could she ask about, though? Suddenly all the possible questions she could’ve raised escaped her mind. Meanwhile, Fenix gracefully grinned, happy the suggestion pleased her that much, and admired the process of gears turning and twisting in her mind as she tried to come up with the right thing to ask. “What kind of music you like?” Vesper quizzed plainly, gaze turning to the roof.
Fenix snorted loudly. “I say you can ask me anything and that’s the first thing you go with?”
“A question like another.” Her shoulders raising, no one set a rule for serious-only questions. “Just answer.”
Fenix hummed pensively, fingers drumming over his chest and following some kind of tune that only him could hear. “That’s so difficult. I would say the kind that you would listen at like, three in the morning while driving god knows where in the middle of, don’t know, out there. Oh, and whatever the fuck was going on with Alan Sorrenti when he wrote Siamo figli delle stelle. And whatever was going on in the eighties in Japan too.” The words came rushing easily, like he expected Vesper to know everything he just mentioned, or understand what he meant.
“What…What the fuck all of that means, like…” Vesper eyebrows knotted together as annoyed response to whatever he just said, she didn’t catch a single thing – he was either not specific at all or too specific. “Do you like anything that isn’t prehistoric?”
“A bunch of songs there and here?” Fenix shot her a glance and saw the sour expression now adorning her features. “What? You asked that.”
“Yeah and I expected an answer I could understand.”
“What did you expect me to reply with? Fuckin’ Lizzy Wizzy? If I have to listen that Re-start, Re-heart, Repeat shit one more time I’ll smash my radio.” The tune of that song suddenly seized his mind and replaced the other he was playing, he repulsively stopped his finger’s moves. Goddamn Lizzy Wizzy again, he thought.
“Didn’t imagine you would answer with something so obscure no one alive know shit about it.” Vesper wondered if she could play any of the things he vaguely listed on her bass guitar, surely not for him. Just a curiosity.
“Sucks to have bad music taste then.” Vesper shot up from the bed and turned to look at him with exaggerated offence, covers were sliding off her body but she didn’t pay the exposure no mind; Fenix, on the other hand, gave more than just a glance.
“You have no taste at all and if you have, it’s complete shit.” The slander of her music taste never was something she could accept. Vesper pretended to smack him, placing her hand over his cheek and slightly pushing his face to the side, as if that would make him shut up.
Fenix allowed her little payback, but immediately grabbed her hand and pretended to bite the same fingers that just pushed him away. Vesper tried to free herself from his weird biting attempt, but then another hand made its way around her body and dragged her down on bed, effectively caging her again into his embrace. Vesper laughed, the sound harmonious and so spontaneous that Fenix could see her dimples show up. When was the last time she laughed that freely?
“My turn now.” He gently tucked behind her ear one short strand of hair that fell over her face, finally looking straight at her dark green eyes. The question slipped off his mind as Vesper stared back at him, a glint of amusement still present. This time she didn’t fight her way out of his arms, curious. “How did you get this one?” He touched the scar on her chin, thumb following it down to its full extension.
“Ah that’s a stupid one, no cool story to tell.” She smirked, insinuating that he just lost a chance for a good question. “You know those metallic cans? With like, tomato soup and so on.” She suggested, joining her fingers to form a round shape. Of course he knew, he wasn’t dumb – his squinted eyes suggested. “I was fourteen and my dad was dead drunk on the couch and I was starving. I picked one of those cans with tuna – which was stupid since I hate tuna but I was so hungry. I was trying to open it but that fucker was making it so hard to do that, so this is where shit goes does.” She rolls her eyes at the memory, the stupidity of the action washing over her again. “I hold that thing…how is it called…the pulling thing-y.” A dramatic pause followed, making her confession of idiocy even funnier. “With my teeth…” Fenix laughed out loud instantly, he already knew how the story would end; Vesper joined him, the sound infectious.
“Thank god I woke up before you tried to get a second scar just now.” Low-blow. That’s the kind of mistake you only do once. Hopefully.
“Anyway, I pulled and pulled until I learned that the bastards can really cut if you let them, it sliced my chin open. I thought I was gonna lose it. I don’t know how but I sure believed that. It began to burn and it touched it and I was like-” She widened her eyes in surprise and looked down at her hand, perfectly acting has her younger self. “That’s blood. That’s fucking blood. And it wouldn’t stop flowing. I was screaming so hard that my dad jumped up, then screamed as he saw blood pouring from my face and fainted. Had to wake him up again. All of that ended with a run to his ripperdoc friend to stich my chin up and check if he just had a heart attack. Of course I was still starving ‘cause in the end I didn’t manage to eat that.”
“See? That wasn’t a useless question, just got precious info on how gonk you are too.” Fenix mocked and she rolled her eyes, sharing this story became a regret already. “What did your dad say about it then?”
“You mean after he regained consciousness?” For a man so used to see blood in his line of work he did have a funny reaction, but waking up from a drunk sleep and see your own kid bleeding as much as she was – hands covered in it and watery eyes – you suddenly become very not immune to it. “He just laughed when I told him how things went and then bought me a taco.” Somehow the memory was a fond one, recalling her dad being worried sick and then laughing it off and buying her food made her heart clench, some kind of sting near it. He wasn’t perfect, but sometimes she indeed missed him.
Fenix registered her gaze softening, eyes unfocused as if she was looking at him but also through him. Something inside him, nameless and unclear, ordered to him to kiss her: he placed his lips over her chin, just where the scar resides, then he kissed his way up, one after the other, and upon finally reaching her lips, he placed a short, final, tender kiss there. Vesper didn’t fight it, letting it flow naturally.
While she allowed him to show such soft act, the mocking that came immediately after couldn’t be avoided. “Disgustingly sweet of you.” Lips curling upwards in a playful smile.
“Curse to be a man trying to be nice on this planet.” It was Fenix’s turn to roll his eyes now. Dramatically sprawling on his back, he let his right arm lay over his forehead in fake exhaustion.
“Except you are never nice.”
“Makes you wonder why now, ah?” He shot her a side glance, curious to see how she would react, the meaning of that was perfectly clear to both. It’s because of you. Vesper only hummed at the statement, investigating on that further would mean making her talk of things she wasn’t ready to say.
“Right, fine. My turn again.” Her next question was already present on her mind: since he asked about a scar, she would ask of something similar. Kind of. “What’s the story here, with those?” She reached for his hand – arm still resting over his head leisurely – and she clasped his two cyber-fingers in hers. Fenix turned on his side again, allowing his hand to lay between their bodies so she could take a better look at the replacements of what once was there. The sensation was still foreign; Fenix felt like, sometimes, nothing was missing, like he still had skin and bones and blood flowing through them and not cold material and cables and god knows what other mechanic bullshit. He should’ve expected a question about it, a dreaded one simply because he didn’t know how much he should or could share. “Hey.” Vesper called, placing her hands over his cheeks and fixing his wandering gaze on hers. “We said we would answer everything.” She lightly squeezed his face between her palms, making him look somehow funny.
“I know, ‘ight.” Word muffled and a bit slurred. Vesper stifled a giggle and loosened her grip to a simple gentle touch, unfortunately less funny. “Guy…Uh…shot them off.” Fenix said bluntly, like he just spoke of a daily occurrence. Surely not that much of a surprise in a place like Night City, but still quite shocking.
“Shot?” Vesper repeated, coaxing a better explanation out of him.
“Yeah, fuckin’ insane that one. We were on a job…kind of.” Calling the murder of his own parents a ‘job’ was quite funny to Fenix; the memory didn’t affect him in the slightest, not as much as the betrayal that he went through after. “We were supposed to kill some old bastards that totally deserved it, trust me. Like I know this sounds unreliable coming from me, but they did.” He placed his hand over Vesper’s cheek, just like she did moments before, and let his fingers – the ones protagonists of the story – lightly caress her skin. The touch felt new, unexpected, as the coldness of the cybernetic replacement was in stark contrasts with the warmth his body always had, no matter the situation. “And when we flatlined the fuckers and I thought everything was done for, he aimed his damn shotgun at my hand and made my fingers blow to bits. I was still holding my gun too.” He wiggled the missing limbs with disharmony, the memory making them ache. He knew that was impossible but the pain was real, just as intense as the exact same moment when he lost them. Vesper noted how, despite the calmness of his tone, something was hiding behind the words, a deep fury and hatred that never had the chance to be quenched; that felt way more than a job went bad. “He even left me there, blood loss and all. Damn prick, could’ve at least zeroed me directly.” Fenix gazed focused on his own hand and its slow travel as it went down along the woman’s neck.
“And then?” Vesper eagerly asked; aware that he wasn’t disclosing a lot of details, her curiosity was piqued nevertheless.
“And then I shamefully laid in my own blood, screaming in agony and maybe even crying a bit, not my best moment gotta admit. Until I thought, hey maybe a cyber-hand could be cool and I got up.” The pair laughed at the unlikelihood of the tale, it was clear that wasn’t exactly the truth but imagining Fenix suddenly stop his desperate cries and think ‘hey that might be cool’ was indeed hilarious. “Sadly the ripperdoc I rushed to said that two fingers ain’t enough for a full hand swap.”
“Tragedy.” She playfully commented.
“Tragedy indeed.” He repeated, voice nearly a whisper as he was still tracing a path with the back of his phalanges on the human canvas – shoulders, collarbones, all part of the journey. Eyes finally shot up to Vesper’s face as a shiver run through her body the moment he intentionally run his fingers over her chest, brushing lightly over a nipple, a cheeky smile playing over his lips.
“Did you find the guy that shot you after?” Vesper nonchalantly asked, ignoring his stupid grin, an indecipherable look fixed on him.
“That’s a third question already.” Fenix pointed, settling his hand along the curve of her hip.
“No, that’s a question in the question. We are allowed to do that. And you gave a shitty answer too, I’m not dumb, I can see the way you avoid a straight answer so shut up.” Fenix pressed his lips together, unable to reply. When she used that kind of tone, firm and sharp, it meant that no other words should be said to fight her back. “No wait, shut up about this but talk about my question.”
“Damn sorry, officer. Other orders?”
“Yeah, hold me again like you did before.” The request was unexpected, to say the least, and left Fenix quite shocked. It’s not an everyday occurrence to be treated so directly by Vesper, the night kept on gifting him pleasant surprises. And how could he say no to that as she looked at him almost lovingly, a small bashful smile sweetening her features. He complied immediately, letting his arm fully envelope her form and pushing her impossibly close once again, just enough space to look at each other’s eyes but not too far to prevent their noses touching, a giggle escaping both of them. “Oh and don’t call me that, I’m no corpo shit.”
“My bad, miss streetkid.” He teased back, Vesper frowned but said nothing, she just wished to hear the end of his little story. “To answer your question: no, didn’t shoot the motherfucker as a thank you gift. Yet. He kind of…disappeared. Or I haven’t searched that well yet, or he’s dead already. Who knows, but remember: don’t say cat if you don’t have it in the sack.” The phrase was met with a puzzled look and a furrowed brow, enough to make Fenix explain further. “He’ll get what’s coming to him. One day.” He found it nearly funny that he was talking about his own brother, and not some kind of backstabbing associate, but he didn’t dare  add that last information. “Okay enough about this, it’s my turn now.”
Now it was Vesper that had to patiently wait for the next question. Meanwhile she shifted her legs until she could find a comfortable position in the mess of intertwined limbs – one hell of a challenge when both had been blessed, or cursed, with so much height. As she gazed at him a sudden thought formed: has he always been this handsome? The idea made her scowl immediately in embarrassment and she hoped he didn’t notice. She always knew he was pretty: the devilish smirk, the way his bicolored eyes can make a heart stop if he as much casts a look on you, the way the sunlight would get the freckles on his nose so evident and cute, his perfect jaw and that shadow of beard cloaking it, the little scar above his upper lip, his lips– Yeah, that was enough now. She knew he was beautiful, but now he looked positively perfect.
“Ah, got it.” Fenix finally said, making Vesper snap out of her awkward thoughts. “Have you ever been out of Night City? Like doesn’t need to be some fancy, far-away place, just out of the city.”
Vesper sighed, bored by the question. “You’re so bad at this, you didn’t ask anything interesting at all. Nope, I haven’t. Born and raised and living in Night City, my whole life. Sounds quite shitty when I say it out loud.”
“It’s kinda shitty, gotta admit.” She squinted at the reply, ready to bite back at the unnecessary mean comment. Fenix didn’t give her the chance. “What if we went somewhere? The two of us?”
“You–what. Wait. What. Like…what?” Vesper blinked a few times, not sure if that was one of his stupid fooling around episodes or else.
“Yeah like. Somewhere else, a new place, leaving this city behind. For good maybe. You name a place and we go, together. Like, don’t know. Colorado? Wanna see Denver? Pennsylvania? Why you would want to go there would be a mystery to me, but I’d go if you asked. Europe even. Paris? Rome? The fuck? Any place is as good as the other. I’ll take you there.” Words flooded without any stop, it felt like witnessing the unfiltered machination of his thoughts. Vesper just stared at him, taken aback, lips parted in surprise at the sudden burst. Fenix sure was a man with a certain kind of fire, yet that didn’t always reflect into his speech patterns, he could sound extremely laid back, lethargic even, a measured tone for every word. Whatever sparked that flame wasn’t a common occurrence for sure.
“I…I don’t.” She swallowed nervously, something felt tightly tied around her throat. “I don’t know, I have no idea.” Her hand reached for his bristly cheek as she whispered her words, thumb caressing him gently. Then she laughed, a short lived sound born out of uncontrollable bliss.
“Well, I would love to see Japan.” Fenix proposed as he reciprocated the gesture; Vesper rolled her eyes, an unspoken here he goes with Japan again. “I think Tokyo.” He offered, waiting for any kind of feedback.
“We have neon lights and Arasaka in Night City too.” A chance to tease him, just like he always did, was too good to pass, no matter the situation, but she couldn’t hide the way her heart softened as she heard him talk that excitedly.
“Sure, but you know what Tokyo doesn’t have? Night City.” Fenix began, the idea of leaving the city tasted like freedom. “I’d love to see Roppongi or whatever it’s called. There’s music and life and you would love it, I’m sure. Also I love seafood. And when we grow tired of it we’ll look down on Tokyo and go somewhere else, I’ll drive through the night and we would feel the wind blow…” He let his fingers comb through her locks and Vesper closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words sink in, a clear picture of the scenario forming just before her eyes. She could swear she was there in that exact moment. “Your hair would swing and we’ll watch the city lights disappear and maybe–“ Fenix trailed off and silence filled the room as he unexpectedly planted a kiss on Vesper’s lips, making her giggle. “I would risk a car accident just to steal a kiss from you.”
Opening back her eyes, Vesper’s gaze was welcomed by Fenix’s heartstopper grin, the glint in his beautiful piercing stare didn’t help tone down the roaring emotions. For a second there, in the dim light as she imagined a future that she wasn’t sure she deserved to fantasize of, she thought that maybe, just maybe, Fenix indeed meant something to her.
“I…I think…” I like you. “I’d like that.” She whispered instead. Oh god, she hoped that was some kind of brain concussion that made her think that.
“What? Getting into a car accident?” Of course Fenix had to be his usual self.
“No!” Vesper exclaimed with fake and exaggerated annoyance. “All of that…yeah it would be nice.” And impossible. No one ever leaves Night City for good and if that happened, she wasn’t going to be the one to witness that. And since when she felt she could trust so blindly someone? Promises of a different, happy future are always just that, promises. And no one ever keeps their word. “Nice imagination you have.”
The words were bitter now and Fenix noticed how her voice was missing the blissful glee of just a few moments before. Vesper gaze dropped low and the bridge of her nose crinkled, she was thinking of something unpleased, that was sure, and he didn’t like that one bit. “Another question for you.” Fenix spoke up all of sudden.
“What– hey! That’s not fair, we said–” He interrupted the protest, pushing Vesper flat on her back. Fenix was now hovering over her form, so close that his chest was squeezed against hers.
“Wanna go grab breakfast? Like just the two of us. Like a date.” His voice didn’t betray him for once, perfectly hiding the way he was nearly dying on the spot. Sure, he asked her out on a date a million times already, and she refused every single time; it was their thing now, a form of playful exchange, but this time was different.
“Like a date?” Vesper searched for any kind of clue that could suggest he was making fun of her, but found nothing.
“Like a date.” He repeated.
She pondered the offer as she admired Fenix squirm for an answer. She was sure he never saw him so tense yet determined. “A date totally means something, y’know right?”
“Let it mean everything then.”
Vesper bit her lip trying to disguise her smile.
“Fine, let’s go.”
“Oh, thank fuckin’ god.” He breathed as he rolled back to his side of the bed, exhausted. “Giving me a heartache for a second there.” Placing a hand over his chest, just above his heart, he checked if it was still beating there or if it finally decided to jump out of the window instead of suffering through all that anxiety.
“So scared I would say no?” Vesper teased, a part of her knew she was going to say yes – for the first time too, that was an important one – but the troubled look suited Fenix too well to let their game end that early.
“You aren’t the easiest to…woo. As the gentlemen say.” He expressed pretending to tip a hat he wasn’t wearing; she wished to disagree, since part of the problem was his terrible, insufferable personality, but that wasn’t the best attitude to take on a date. Nor that description but dwelling on specifics wasn’t that important. “Hey, by the way, think they’ll let me in for breakfast at…whatever place? I only have bloodstained clothes here and the pair of jeans you teared apart – yeah, I know don’t need to specify. It was already ruined and you were just trying to patch my wound. Whatever.”
Vesper found almost scary how he anticipated her nagging, did she become so predictable or else? “Well, you wouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Guess you could attract a few funny looks.”
“Right. Then I need to drop home and change I guess.” He stated as he sat up on the bed, back hurting all of sudden as he tried to stand. “Oh fuck!” He cursed through gritted teeth as if the pain just helped him remember something he shouldn’t have ignored. Vesper looked at him quizzically. “The body.”
“The body?!” Vesper’s back shot up from the mattress, realization hit her memory too as she remembered the dead guy waiting squeezed in the back of the car they stole a few hours before.
“God, maybe I need to change and drop that.” He acknowledged before turning to look at her, a convincing smile plastered over his face. “Wanna come?”
“As part of the damn date?” She rubbed her eyes tiredly, agreeing to that was already on top of her list of regrets.
“Could be?” He shrugged.
“You are fucking incredible.” Vesper hoped for a scrap of good sense as she asked her question, obviously rhetoric, and promptly got disappointed. She wasn’t sure what she expected, if she had to be completely honest. “Why every date with you has to do with something like that?”
“Ah!” Fenix pointed his index finger at her, he was waiting to win this argument over since months already. “So you admit that was a date.”
“That was absolutely not a date, you dragged me into a fight and we ended sitting next to each other in a piss stained alley.” The memory was still fresh: Fenix stopped her, trying another of his useless flirting techniques with her, not long after they got interrupted by some men that wished to beat him senseless. Vesper being one of them too. Unfortunately that didn’t buy her the way out of the fight.
“But you just called it a date.” That was definitely a date to him. How could she pretend the moment they shared under the light of the stars and of the flickering broken orange neon of the alley as a drunk man was throwing up not so far from them, meant nothing at all?
“It wasn’t.” That were the last words on the case as Vesper hit him straight to the face with a pillow before he could open his mouth again.
“But do you wanna tag along? Yes or no?” Fenix hugged the soft weapon like nothing just happened and leaned over it, still waiting for his answer.
Vesper sighed exasperatedly. Yes, she totally regretted that already. “Fine…I’ll go take a shower.” Finally she got out of bed like she planned to do twenty minutes before, now hungrier too.
“Oh, maybe I need to add a shower to the list too.” Fenix pondered, tapping his fingers into the soft cushion. “Place for two in there maybe? No?”
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ayyponine · 10 months
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girl help im going back n forth on whether or not i should send an email to thank the beautiful man fr letting me join the drawing session last week (more info on that entire situation here and here) and letting him know i probably wont be back but appreciate having had the experience either way. great or horrible idea leave a comment or DM to lmk.
#anyway more nuance on the whole situation is this. i am very single and this guy keeps being on my mind but i do not have any read on him#the last contact we had was me makin an ass of myself by going like hehe yeah this was nice everyone was nice ok yall have a nice evenin bye#while my heart was like visibly pounding out of my chest and u could probably see on my face i was internally thinking girl shut UP!!! LEAVE#so im like ok either hes weirded out by me so let me say thx AGAIN now in a composed way AND giving him peace of mind knowing i wont be back#unless?? i was not as awkward as i thought & get reassured i can return any time and then i could still b like thanks! and just Not go#i mean even then he might say it's fine even if he IS uncomfrtable w me just to 1. be nice and 2. make money w a participant locked in yknow#it does NOT help that the line btwn casual and professional was like NOT there btw its him just hosting the event as we all do our art idkkk#anyway if you THINK youve PROBABLY been a lil off is it better to 1. have a do-over and get closure or 2. fuck off forever hoping u never#like EVER run into the dude again and be awkward AGAIN bc well! u live in the same city and are both into art so?? there IS a possibility#I CAN SEE THE PROS AND CONS OF BOTH OPTIONS REALLY#yay for sending email: get a response get some clarity NOW. nay for sending email: girl u met him twice. please. leave the stranger alone <3#the one positive abt me feeling Dumb and Embarrassing is at least every time i think back i heave a Big Ole Sigh. feels nice tbh feels good#sad part is i rediscovered how much i love doing art and want to improve. would love to return it was so cheap.. pleek ill get over my crush
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🙌 for Jinana! (From Fran)
[ V-Day Asks ]
🙌🏻➡ to give a compliment
"Oh, this?" Jinana gives a little twirl, causing the hem of hir lehenga to flare out a bit. The whole set is the vivid color of ripe cantaloupe, trimmed with plum silk and heavy embroidery.
"Heron's mother made this for me, years ago. Sadly she passed away before she could complete the skirt... but Heron and I finished it together. Maybe it's sentimental of me, but whenever I wear it, it's like I can feel the love that went into it, you know? Like a part of her is still here with us. That's why I like to wear it for happy occasions, or just because."
S/he smiles. "So thank you... that means a lot to me."
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Make Me Choose
@susann-noir asked: Paris or London
“It’s a bloody marvelous time to be alive. An age of invention. So many clever blokes dreaming up impossible machines, sorting away more gold than Queen Victoria herself. But none of those shillings ever makes it into the pockets of the poor devils, whose blood is spilt building this glorious empire. The working class sleepwalks through life, unaware of the machine that drives them. Let’s wake them up, then...shall we?”
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IMANI + ATSUMU ! @bbienymph ᥫ᭡
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how he wants to spend valentine’s day with you :
ᥫ᭡ you and tsumu ofc !! he takes you shopping to buy new clothes, ready to spoil you with a new wardrobe of all the pretty things you’ve been wanting recently. he also loves when you help him pick out new clothes. the whole day he’s teasing you, doing anything to make you laugh. and each time he does, he rewards himself by stealing a kiss from you. expect lots of kisses today as he is adamant on making you giggle <3
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1, 3, 32? How did your uni even mess up your schedule so badly? I thought schools here were chaotic, but yours is just 💀
Hope your week gets better though. Congrats on getting into that dance society btw! Stay safe and relatively sane~
rainy!! hi sweetie 🤩🥳 my god there were MORE developments in the timetable saga today and it's literally making my blood pressure rise in real time 🤡🤡 but fingers are crossed!! and thank you hehe - i have my first proper class to teach tomorrow and i'm tentatively excited, plus i'm excited about this year's comp dances bc they seem REALLY cool 🤩💕🎊
rainy's talking about this ask game (still open)!
1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?
i'm a google docs girlie bc it's just really convenient, so it's arial 11 for me 😎😎 i don't think i cared that much in the past, but now i'm so used to it that i can't do anything else lmao
3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
this.... may not come as a shock, considering that i talk a lot about music as an inspiration, but i HAVE to listen to music while i'm writing - that's not cursed, but if the fic in question is centred around one song in particular, then i'm required to listen to THAT song over and over again until i'm finished 😭😭 when i wrote motion capture, i listened to 'you are the sunshine of my life' (a two and a half minute song) for literally five hours straight as i bashed my face against the middle section and i genuinely thought i was about to lose my mind 😵‍💫😵‍💫
32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?
there are many, but here are a few off the top of my head:
"It was the milk, wasn't it?" she said. "All those years ago."
from This Melody Calling You by @mochibun23
i read this fic a long time ago when i was deep in the LU sauce, and i genuinely think it changed me as a person - the author has the most incredible, beautiful way of writing, and this particular fic always felt like the epitome of that fairytale, folk-tale-y style that hits so so deep for me. i cry every single time, without fail, and i love it more than anything - even if you know absolutely nothing about the legend of zelda, i cannot recommend this highly enough. it does that speed-up-slow-down music-swelling final-spotlight ending that i've always wanted to be able to do, and the author absolutely nails it 😍😍😍 an honourable mention to another of their works, this is the recipe of life, which for me is THE hyrule-centric fic and i won't hear arguments to the contrary!
They walk past him to get to the cooler in the trunk, intentionally bumping him with their hip on the way, and he follows, hopelessly charmed.
from refractions by @solclaw
i don't think there's anyone left on the face of the earth who doesn't know about my everlasting love for rowan and their writing, but just so we're all clear - it's very very true 🤩🤩 the description of gavin as "hopelessly charmed" - that little phrase has stuck in my mind ever since i read it, and i'm not sure i'll ever be over it, just because it so perfectly sums up how i imagine gavin to be. this whole fic (as well as my other favourite of rowan's, bring me a dream) is just immaculately done, but seeing as i can only choose one line then this is where we'll stay for now 💕💕
this is getting very long, so a quick-fire round to finish off:
She has a smile like the sun. I would do much to feel it's warmth upon me once again.
from the legend of zelda: breath of the wild
Imagine you were dying. Imagine you were afraid, and a long way from home, and in terrible pain. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you looked up, and saw the face of the Devil himself. Hello, Dalek.
from doctor who s6e13, The Wedding of River Song
She could not survive... but nor did she entirely submit. Just as he found it impossible for a prisoner to travel instantly from a Japanese prison cell to Paris, just as he proved it impossible to draw a face one cannot envision, Yagami Light unwittingly, unknowingly proved that it is impossible to stand still and calmly burn to ash.
from Resistance, or Another Case: The Death of Naomi Misora by @/JPlash on ao3
(a word of warning: that last one is VERY graphic and describes someone burning to death in quite severe detail - please please PLEASE bear that in mind if you choose to read it, and please don't read it if you're sensitive to topics of self-inflicted injury, death, and the like. reader discretion is DEFINITELY advised.)
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3, 4, 19, 20!
3. What ideas come from when you were little
I have two OCs that have really stood the test of time: Akane and Kin - though their names have changed over time haha ♪ They were the first ever queer couple I made, long long loooong before I was out even to myself and shock among shocks, they're angels lol ♥ I remember I even wrote a short story about them from like - middle school probably?? as part of an assignment haha. They've been with me for a loooong time, and I'm still very fond of them 💕
4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw
GLaDOS is so beautiful and I am so bad at drawing machine parts jfdklsasdf. I'm determined to draw her from both games now tho! Her design in Portal 1 is so weird!! <3
19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)
Plushies, no contest. Drawings the seams and darts and stitches and wear and fluff and fabric vs. fur I just ugh it's all so satisfying! The way the cloth folds over itself or stands firm on its own over well-stuffed filling! I love plushies!! Funny enough, I rarely use them as props tho haha - that's usually things like books, cups, pencils, etc.
20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy
I haven't heard the complaint in earnest in a while, just in a jokey fashion, but I really really enjoy drawing hands :) Hand expressions are so fun to me! They're just as expressive as faces - especially masked characters haha - and they're so versatile! Come in so many shapes, some hard, some rubberhose wiggly, some sharp and Shaped, but they still all emote similarly. Even just slight position changing can change the temperature of how it reads! It's a challenge for sure but it's just so satisfying >:3c
#Woah an original post#Ask#Ask me#Thank you! :D Fun fun!!#I always love talking about my own lads hehe <3 <3#If I had to guess a year to put to Akane and Kin oh gosh hmm...#Somewhere around 2008/9 if I had to guess?? It's hard to keep track from before I was online haha and I joined kind of late#I've had them for a heck-while! I love them ♥ It's not shown in their tag I linked but I also made some Aarakocran versions of them haha#I still have a lot of the journals and stuff from when I was a kid but none of them have been as long-lasting#I think it's probably because I was very ''inspired'' by what I was reading at that time - which was mostly high school romance lol#Aya and Haruka are almost more like self-parody of that haha - not many characters survived from that time#But Akane and Kin were always in that vague sort of adults sort of teens haze that lets them convert over easily#Their problems weren't related to school or anything so it makes them more versatile :)#I wonder if I still have their short stories anywhere - I also cried while writing one of them lol I've always been the sensitive type haha#Sorry if GLaDOS is the obvious answer lol but it's true! I'm slowly improving but she really is difficult to pin down#Any kind of machinery my brain just blanks out lol. ''It is shaped'' ''How?'' ''Yes'' Pfft#Also rude to imply nature is inanimate! I almost mistakenly said tree but they are animate! They're very alive!#But that's alright - I like drawing trees but I don't very often haha#I really do love drawing plushies tho I lose my mind about them they're so cute <3 Send me pictures of your plushies I will love them /gen#And for hands I mean - I've been enjoying drawing them for so long that it almost feels like the Curse of Knowledge lol#Do people genuinely struggle with hands?? I mean I still do at times - especially closed fists or certain angles#But in general? When they're just hanging out and being silly fruity little appendages?#Or with ASL or the like ♥ They're so fun! My latests have been working with more knuckles than usual haha it feels weird#I never have to worry about same face syndrome with hands! They really feel so intuitively individual haha
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drug dealer! ellie!! reader’s brother is a usual customer of hers but he’s busy or whatever so he asks reader to go pick it up 😈🤭
cw: car sex ♡ , kinda player!ellie , mentions of weed & smoking it , strap sucking (e!rev) , strap sitting (r!rec) <3 that’s it !
also songs are linked throughout this , just to add to the dealer!ellie hot car sex ambiance hehe ♡
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“dude, can you stop being such a fucking baby and just go?!” your brother hisses at you, frantically packing for his soccer match. “if i get home from this game and i don’t have anything to smoke, i’m beating your ass.” he rolls his eyes as he walks out of the door, “i’ll text you her address and let her know you’re coming, don’t fuck this up.”
ellie. ellie williams. ellie auburnettetattedsofuckinghot williams. the scrawny masc you’ve had a crush on since junior year of high school. you’ve maybe said 5 words to each other, in passing when she glares at you with her hazel eyes, making you squeeze your thighs together. “sup?” she’ll nonchalantly throw at you, not knowing you go home and ride your fingers to the sound of her voice.
your phone buzzes as you’re about to get in your car, an unknown number.
8:29pm “yooo, u on the way? i got somewhere to be”
“ohmyfuckinggod” you mutter under your breath. you manically type a response, not even thinking before pressing send.
8:31pm “yeah! be there soon sorry!”
8:34pm “all good cutie”
the butterflies in your stomach are swarming. as if you weren’t already nervous to face your going on 4 year crush, she just … flirted..? with you? it’ll be a miracle if you even survive the drive over there.
you pull up to an apartment complex, the 3rd floor balcony lit up with purple LED lights. your phone buzzes again.
8:59pm “this u?”
you look back up to the balcony, now seeing a lanky figure in a black tank top, grey sweatpants, batman socks, and a black beanie leaning over the railing. she nods her head up at you, and you can just hear her silky smooth voice saying “sup?”, but this time you can’t relieve the pressure between your legs.
9:00pm “do i come up there or??”
it’s been 5 minutes since you sent that text.
before you know it, there’s a subtle knock on ur passenger window. it’s dark outside, no streetlights in the parking lot, but you knew it was ellie. you unlock the door, and she dips her head in, slouching down into the seat next to you.
ellie smirks, eyeing you up and down, noticing the way your thighs erupt in goosebumps at her stare. you’re wearing black denim shorts and a black tube top, ellie’s eyes immediately falling to your collarbones.
“it’s $35” she says in a low tone, handing you a sealed ziploc bag.
your fingertips touch her hand as you grab it from her, causing you to choke on your words, “c-cool, thanks” you smile at her, feeling like your nerves are gonna make you pass out at any second.
ellie’s so calm and collected, watching you nervously fumble with your wallet trying to retrieve the cash your brother gave you. and god, she smells so good. her scent is intoxicating. vanilla mixed with musk and sugar and leather.
all of a sudden you feel her hand fall on your thigh. “nervous or something?” she teases. she grabs at the jelly flesh with one hand and pulls a joint out of her pocket with her right hand. you audibly let a big sigh fall from your mouth when her hand leaves to light her joint. ellie passes the burning paper to you, and you don’t smoke so you’re just holding it, contemplating to make yourself look cool by taking a puff. she’s adjusting her sweatpants — and that’s when you notice it. the thick bulge outlined in her pants, her eyes fluttering up to yours.
“wanna sit on it?” she chuckles, grabbing the joint from your hand. you can’t tell if she’s serious or not, so you just giggle back.
“open up.” ellie takes a long drag, yellowish smoke filling her mouth.
you’re confused, but in an effort to not embarrass yourself, you open your mouth. ellie’s face now inches away from yours, her eyes staring deep into your nervous gaze. she blows the thick smoke into your mouth, “inhale.” she whispers.
within a minute, your nerves have subsided and you feel lighter. ellie watches as you shift in your seat, putting your hands under your thighs. “are you cold? i’m cold. do you care if i turn the a/c off?” you ramble at ellie. she smirks, “first time smoking?”
you roll your eyes at her, the car quieter now without the buzz of the air conditioning. “you ever heard of a hotbox?” ellie says, shifting her body towards you. you shake your head ‘no’ and ellie just giggles. “c’mere” she motions for you to sit on her lap.
“w-what? why?” you spit out, embarrassed immediately.
“your eyes haven’t left my crotch since you noticed my cock that’s tucked in my pants. if you want it, jus’ c’mere.” she hits the joint again, blowing smoke towards your face.
she adjusts her seat, making room by her feet for you sit on the floor. you’re on your knees, looking up at her with reddened eyes.
“go ‘head, take it out” she lowly mutters to you, not even looking at you, she’s preoccupied by trying to connect her bluetooth to your car speaker.
your shaky hands move to the band of her sweatpants, sliding them down just enough for her purple, curved, silicone strap to plop out onto her lap.
her eyes dart to yours, grinning at the look of amazement on your face.
ellie uses one hand to wrap around the back of your neck, guiding your head closer to her crotch, the other hand twisting the volume nozzle up, speakers blaring. “open your mouth angel” she breathes out. as your lips part, she swipes her thumb across your bottom pout, slipping the tip of her cock towards the back of your throat. her hand moves up to grab a fistful of your hair, “gooooood, good job baby” she praises.
as ellie bobs your head up and down, you start moaning around her girth. “mmm you like this baby? like my cock deep in your throat? dirty girl.” you nod up at her, causing her to throw her head back.
ellie’s one hand atop your head, other hand typing on her dimly lit phone screen. “gotta make this quick, told you i had somewhere to be.” she throws her phone into the backseat, moving both hands to the back of your neck. her thrusts are quick and steady, grunts falling from her chapped lips.
“mm fuck, you’re drooling b-baby” she half chuckles and half stutters, the base of her strap striking her clit. “uuuuuhhh fuuuuuck” she breathes out.
“f-fuck, get on top.” ellie grabs you by your hair, hands moving to your hips, setting you down slowly on her long, wet member.
“o-ooh s-shit-uuhhhh” you moan out, the feeling of her thickness sliding deep inside you. her hands still groping your ass, slamming you up and down on her length. “bounce on it baby.” she grunts out as she pulls your tube top down, revealing your fatty tits.
ellie moves her hands to behind her head. watching as your boobs slap against your chest. your moans barely audible as the rap song fills the car, “lemme hear you, l-louder” she’s doing little to no work, her hips every once and awhile bucking up into you, which causes you to yelp and ellie lets out a chuckle.
“mm-ahh ellieeeeuuhhggh” “f-feels s’fucking gooduuuhhh” you’re practically screaming at this point, ellie’s eyes filled with darkness and lust, just watching as you fuck yourself on her cock.
your legs start to shake, inner thighs sore from relentlessly pounding your pussy on ellie’s strap. “need help baby?” ellie wraps her arms around your waist, lifting her hips up. she stops her movements, grinning as you whine from sudden lack of friction.
ellie stuffs her cock deep inside you, watching her girth move in and out of you, agonizingly slow. “m-more ellie p-please” you’re whining and she takes it as her cue to vigorously thrust up into you.
“ommm-mm-g-go-god-dduuuhhh” with every slam of ellie’s hips, your moans get louder.
you start cumming all over ellie’s cock, her dark red bush covered in your slick.
your high is dizzying, you open your eyes in a tired, fucked out state to see ellie, again, typing a text on her phone.
she pats your ass, “that was hot baby, but i gotta go.” as you slide yourself off her lap, falling into your seat and pulling your shorts back up, ellie goes to open the car door. “tell your brother you’ll pick up for him more often.” she tuts with a grin.
you feel your whole face start to burn as she slams the door and walks away.
did that just happen?
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a/n : hi hi ♡ i’m well aware this isn’t the best , i’ve mentioned i’m struggling to write lately & it shows ! i’m proud of the concept & whatnot , just bad writing gdjdhjsjs . anyways i need to bounce on ellie’s strap rn u don’t understand .
🌙 @whore4abby @enbesbians @hersweetheart 🌙
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I Can See You
Pairing: single dad! Seonghwa x babysitter! f! yn
Word Count: 10,137
Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, a creepy old man in one scene, age gap (10 years but both are adults (and not just barely)), smut warnings under cut
Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, single parent au, M for mature audiences
Summary: When you took a job babysitting a young toddler, you didn't expect to be so drawn to the family. And more specifically, her frustratingly hot and single dad.
Smut Warnings: masturbation, sexual fantasies, riding, slight (if you squint) corruption kink, sliGHT breeding kink, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), breast play, overstimulation, undiscussed kinks (yn is fine with it. but discuss your fucking kinks guys *gun emoji*), slight cumplay
thank u to @pyeonghongrie and @mingsolo for beta'ing and for the title hehe <3 this is also a collab with @potatomountain who is also writing a dilf hwa, we're just on two sides of the spectrum lol...and this is so damn long
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“Hello, I’m here for a babysitter interview with a Mr Park?”
“That would be me. Miss (Y/N)?”
When you answered the ad in the newspaper about babysitting, you were so ready to see an older man, around his fifties. But this man looked so young, around his late twenties although you’re sure he’s probably forty. And you’re not one to judge—nearing your mid-twenties one wouldn’t be expecting you to still babysit as a full-time job. But it pays the bills and helps you get some hands-on experience in your degree, child development.
“Ah, yes. That’s me,” your words spill out as you realise he is awaiting an answer. Mentally, you berate yourself for the immediate blunder while Mr Park’s eyes crinkle with amusement.
“Come on in and make yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll be right there. Would you like anything to drink?” Mr Park’s voice is smooth like butter and you have a hard time making sure you don’t get lost in it.
Again, you nod, actual wordy responses jumbled in your brain, walking to the couch and sitting down almost mechanically. If you were mentally present, you would have noticed the smile the older man sends your way.
He doesn’t take too long, returning with two glasses of water. “You didn’t say what you wanted to drink so I just got you water. Is that okay?”
Thankfully, you finally can respond coherently and smile, albeit a little shakily. “Yes, thank you so much.”
You take the glass with both hands, thanking him again quietly and taking a small sip before just holding it as you wait for him to be seated. You’ve felt awkward before, but this is a new extreme. Normally you pride yourself on keeping your cool in front of someone you think is hot, but Mr Park…he’s something else. You try your best to keep your eyes trained on the coffee table, only letting yourself glance at him occasionally so he doesn’t realise just how in awe you are.
“Jihee will be home from school soon, so you’ll see her soon. For now it’ll just be old me and my questions,” Mr Park starts his interview as soon as he sits on the couch across from you. “Now, I saw in your application that your major was in child development? Can I ask why that interested you?”
You blink at him for a moment, not expecting that question. Sure, bringing it up was expected, but the way he sounds like he’s interviewing you for a position in a company amuses you. “Uh…I just grew up with a lot of siblings and their kids. I’m the youngest of six, and the oldest is sixteen years older than me so I have a lot of nieces and nephews as well. Children have always been a part of my life, and my first job was babysitting so it’s something I’m very used to. Child development was just a way for me to learn even more and in a less… hands-on way. Poopy diapers are not my favourite.” You pause. “Not that I can’t change them! Or that Jihee uses them. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”
You’re so sure your face is bright red right now as you stumble over your words, and you’re ready to be kicked out, but all Mr Park does instead is laugh at your embarrassment. It’s a little mean but it’s better than your worst conclusion so you’ll take it. “It’s okay,” Mr Park smiles at you. “It’s okay to ramble, it was actually quite amusing. Now, I’d just like to warn you, Jihee has trouble with working on schoolwork. While that usually isn’t an issue, she may be asking you to help her with her homework and reading and I just thought I’d give you a heads up. Would that cause any trouble?”
“It wouldn’t bother me, and I’ll try my best. I took children’s education in college as well so it’d be a good time for me to exercise that,” you laugh quietly. Your first dream was to be a governess, no matter how few jobs there are for that type of work.
Mr Park nods thoughtfully. “Glad to give you some experience in that,” he hums after careful consideration, a smile on his face. “Her struggles lie in understanding the problems and in English. If she faces any difficulty then I can always help out.”
Before either of you continues speaking, his watch beeps and he glances down. Without another word, he stands and goes to open the front door. “Uh–” Your confusion escapes you before you can stop it.
“Oh, Jihee’s almost home and I always leave the door open for her,” he explains, eyes still trained on his watch. “You’ll get to meet her, and then we can discuss more details. And just to reiterate the ad, this is going to be a job that requires a lot of hours. I, of course, will be paying you for any sort of overtime if I need to stay at the office later. Does your schedule still allow for that?”
You hold back your smile. Your schedule mostly consists of scrolling the internet for job opportunities and eating lunch with your friends. “Yes, I can do that,” you affirm. “I’ll need holidays off, but I assume that’s a given as you’ll also be with Jihee?”
A smile pulls at the corner of Mr Park’s mouth. “Very astute,” he chuckles. “Now, here she comes.”
The door swings open without another word from either of you and a little girl dressed in pink and ribbons barrels into Mr Park’s knees. He lets out a quiet grunt, stabilising himself against the door as his hand strokes at her hair. “Hello, Jihee,” he hums fondly. "How was school today?"
The young girl beams up at her father. "So fun!" she grins, her words slightly slurred in her excitement. "Today, Mrs Lee had us do shapes and my favourite colour is blue now! I have so many blue crayons."
Mr Park's eyebrow raises at the mention of crayons. "Do you have them with you?" he asks, and Jihee nods vigorously. "Can I see them?"
Another nod comes from the child and she immediately plops on the floor, pulling out her pencil case and opening it to reveal at least ten crayons, all of varying sizes. What stands out to you the most is that half of them are green. "See! All blue. But this one's my favourite." She grabs at a particularly long and skinny one, a shade of emerald green.
"Ah. Lovey, remember, your colours are a little different, right?" Mr Park talks in a gentle voice, very different from the very adult voice he used with you. "That's a green crayon."
Jihee's face drops. "Oh." Her bottom lip juts out in a pout.
Mr Park holds out his hand and Jihee drops the crayon into his palm. "You can't take the crayons from school anyway, dear. Why don't we leave these in your bag and you can give them back and apologise to Mrs Lee tomorrow?"
Jihee's pout grows bigger but she nods. "Okay, daddy," she agrees and Mr Park nods proudly.
"Now, do you want to meet your new friend?" You flinch as Mr Park mentions you, sitting up straighter in your chair before ultimately deciding to stand instead.
"Hi, Jihee," you do your best to speak with the same quiet tone Mr Park used. "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you."
You offer your hand for her to shake and Jihee looks at you, her thinking face almost a spitting image of her father's before she walks over and takes your hand with gusto. "Hi, Mrs (Y/N).”
"Ah, I'm not a Mrs," you correct her. "You can call me (Y/N)."
"Miss (Y/N)," Mr Park quietly interrupts and you nod, not wanting to override his parenting although being called 'miss' will catch you off-guard for the time being. "Why don't you tell her one thing about yourself and then Miss (Y/N) has to go, okay?"
Jihee's mouth twists in sadness, her hand still gripping yours. "Okay," she sighs again. "I get to talk to her more later though, right?"
Mr Park nods. "Of course. Miss (Y/N) will be spending a lot of time with you, so I'm glad you like her."
Jihee nods solemnly. "I like pretty people and you're super pretty," she tells you earnestly and your heart swells at the compliment.
“Thank you, Jihee,” you thank her genuinely, although you’re amused at the fact that she considers her appreciation for physical looks a good introduction to herself. “It was nice to meet you.”
With another decisive nod, Jihee turns and marches right off down the hall, presumably to her room. Mr Park turns to you, finally shutting his front door with a sigh. “That was Jihee. Ball of energy extraordinaire. She comes home from school at one-thirty, and will put her own things away before coming to eat a snack. She has one worksheet to do a day but with your help she’ll get it fairy quickly. I’ll email you a list of house rules.”
You nod. “That sounds perfect. What would the schedule look like? What time would I be here, and when would I expect you to come home?”
Mr Park hums, running a hand through his perfect hair. “For her school days, I’d like to have you in here maybe ten minutes before she comes. I’ll always leave her snack in the fridge and you can just pop it in the microwave and make yourself comfortable before she comes barrelling in. Then I’ll be home at five-thirty sharp whenever possible. Every other Saturday I’m in the office for eight hours and you’ll be watching Jihee for those days. If you can’t do a Saturday, just let me know so I can get someone to watch her, but generally I’d like you here from eight to five.”
You nod. All your friends have atypical work schedules so your Saturdays are empty in general, and since the weekdays are shorter hours you don’t mind. “When it comes to after-school playdates, should I expect you to be home or would you like me to take care of them?”
Mr Park’s lips tighten almost imperceptibly. “That won’t be an issue. Jihee doesn’t do playdates.” Your curiosity spikes at his short answer but his tone leaves no room for discussion so you don’t press it. “I’ll give you a key now. Tomorrow is my off-Saturday but if you can come in just to adjust yourself that would be great. I have some work to get done anyway so I’ll be mostly out of your hair although you can still ask me questions.”
You nod again. “Yeah, that works,” you confirm after a quick check to your phone calendar. When you look up, Mr Park is already holding out a key and you take it after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Mr Park nods, moving to open the door when Jihee calls out with a whining tone to her voice. “Daddy, I need help!”
Mr Park sighs but it’s full of affection for his daughter. “I would walk you to your car but she calls for me,” his head dips into an apologetic bow but you shake your head.
“Don’t worry about it,” you smile at him. “There’s no need for that at all.” That is one of the main reasons, but another part of you doesn’t want him to know you have no car and you take the bus to his neighbourhood and then walk the rest of the way.
A twenty-four-year-old with no car? It’s a little embarrassing, especially in the area you both live in where it’s almost required to have a car to do anything. Generally, your babysitting jobs were close enough to your home, but the salary of this job enticed you to give up walking.
As you exit, you can hear Jihee starting off her complaints about her jacket and you smile to yourself subconsciously.
-
You’ve been working with the Parks for almost a month now and generally, it’s a good time. You only really see Mr Park when he comes home, but by then you have one foot out the door. There are days when he looks so beaten down that you want to offer him some encouragement, but you don’t want to step out of your boundaries. So, you just keep your head down and leave.
Jihee is sweet and easy-going, not hard for you to get along with. She always has some sort of fun idea for you to play along with and her schoolwork hasn’t been too terrible although you dread when she starts getting into more difficult maths.
But today, as soon as Jihee walks into the door, you suspect something is wrong. She doesn’t greet you as excitedly as she used to, just stalking straight into her bedroom and coming right now, settling herself down on the couch with a pout on her face.
“Jihee, don’t you want to eat?” you try to coax her to the dinner table, but she just shakes her head, immobile. You frown. It’s strange for the usually talkative child to be this closed off. “Did something happen at school?”
Jihee glares at the coffee table, shaking her head. “No,” she mutters but her cold-stone facade drops immediately as she suddenly bursts into tears. Your heart drops for the child crying on your couch and you immediately run to her and pull her into your arms. “Why don’t they like me?” she wails into your shirt and your heart drops.
You had suspected it when Mr Park shut down the playdate idea very quickly, but this just solidifies your thoughts. How could the kids at school not like such a sweet kid? As you’ve been working for the Parks for quite a bit now, you’ve grown to adore the young girl like she was one of your own nieces.
You don’t say anything just yet, just patting her hair and doing your best to calm her down. It takes almost an hour but now she just curls up in your arms, her hands gripping your shirt as she’s so close to falling asleep. You don’t have the heart to wake up so you resign yourself to letting her sleep on you for now.
Within ten minutes, you fall asleep as well. It’s not what you meant to do, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself. When your eyes open again, Jihee is no longer in your arms and there’s a large fluffy blanket laid on top of you. You blink yourself awake before panic sets in and you shoot up, looking around. “Jihee?” you call out and hear deep laughter behind you. When your head snaps back you see Mr Park chuckling at your face.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss (Y/N).”
It takes a minute for your words to register, blinking stupidly at your employer for a few moments before your face drops and you practically leap off the couch. “I’m so sorry!” you cry, bowing rapidly at a low angle. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and it won’t happen again.”
You keep your eyes lowered and you look up at him through your lashes, scared of how he’ll react but to your surprise, Mr Park’s smile grows and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, you looked comfortable and the doors were locked. Jihee didn’t get into any trouble, just was a little bored since you were asleep.”
You shake your head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t sleep on the job but thank you for the kindness. Jihee is very responsible for her age and it certainly reflects on your parenting.” You smile back at him.
“Well, thank you for your kind words. It means a lot to me as well,” Mr Park hums. “Would you like to join us for dinner? I know you usually leave around the time I get back but let me at least feed you before you go.”
You frown. “I’d like to, but I should get going,” you say absentmindedly. “I have to make it in time to catch the bus.”
You’re looking around, trying to gather your belongings, when you realise how silent Mr Park is. And in turn, you realise what you just said. “You take the bus?” His voice lowers and you stare at the look of concern he has on his face. “It’s practically dark by the time you leave and you’re walking to the bus stop by yourself?”
“Ah– it’s okay! It’s not a far walk, just up the street.” You hurry to defend your choices, waving your hands. “I’ve gotten home safe so far, no?”
Mr Park shakes his head. “No, you can’t take chances. I’ll drive you home tonight after dinner. You must stay.”
You stare up at him with wide eyes, but his stance is unwavering. And as much as you would usually protest—being taken home by a much older man would usually ring alarms in your head—the idea of not having to wait in the cold and the dark by yourself is very appealing. And from how you’ve interacted with him before, Mr Park seems very sweet, and you trust him just a little more than you probably should.
“Well, I do thank you for your kindness,” you sigh, nodding your head in concession. “But this will be the only time.”
Mr Park chuckles, not taking you seriously. “We’ll see. Now come on. Tonight is beef stew and my younger brother will come for dinner as well.”
“Uncle Uyu is coming?” You can hear Jihee’s excited voice coming from the kitchen as well as her feet pittering on the floor as she launches herself into your lap. “Hi again, Miss (Y/N).”
“Hello again, Miss Jihee,” you tease, pressing the tip of your finger to her forehead and Jihee giggles.
“Are you staying for dinner?” You nod again and she screeches in happiness, not giving a second glance at how you wince at the sound. “I can’t wait! I have to make you pretty! Come with me.”
With as much seriousness as she can muster in her body, she pulls you by the hand into her room as Mr Park watches the two of you with a soft smile and follows the two of you into Jihee’s room. He takes a seat on the bed as Jihee fusses over your hair, styling it with her toddler's hands and putting an obscene amount of hair clips into it. But you’re whipped for the little girl and you let her do whatever she wants, ending up in two uneven pigtails and a plethora of Hello Kitty clips.
“Daddy, isn’t it pretty?” Jihee giggles, moving your head to tilt so her father can take a look at her work. “It’s better than your hair to practice!”
Mr Park, mock-affronted, holds his hand to his chest. “Betrayed by my own daughter? Alas, but I can let it slide as this may very well be your best work.”
Jihee giggles, pressing her face against your cheek when the doorbell rings. “Uncle Uyu!” As always, her focus is diverted by any new thing and she runs for the door, both you and Mr Park following shortly after. As she yanks the door open, a man around Seonghwa’s age greets her just as excitedly, bending down to pick her up and spin her around.
“Jiji,” he cheers, “Already so big?” His eyes find you and you offer a small wave. “And who’s this? Seonghwa, you found a girl?”
Mr Park’s jaw drops and your eyes widen as you rush to contradict. “Oh, no, no, I’m just the babysitter. Mr Park has kindly invited me for dinner.”
Wooyoung chuckles at the look on both your faces. “Don’t worry, I just like to pull on Seonghwa’s leg. You’re a little young for him too.”
You offer a smile. “Yeah, and the forties are a little out of my age range as well,” you try to joke, but to your surprise, Wooyoung breaks out cackling, startling Jihee who starts laughing with him confusedly. Mr Park’s shocked face has somehow become even more intense.
“You think I’m how old?” Wooyoung has reigned in his laughter although a smile still pulls at his lips. “I’m only thirty-four!”
A gasp made its way out of your mouth as you start bowing rapidly again in apology. “I’m so sorry! You look your age, I just assumed you had to be older.”
Mr Park sighs, although an amused smile now graces his face. “It’s okay, I can understand it. I’ll just be giving you a hard time from now on.” He punctuates with a wink and your eyes snap down to Jihee in embarrassment.
“Let’s get on with dinner so I can go home and just melt in embarrassment, okay?” you groan and the two older men laugh. Jihee seems to agree with your sentiment, declaring her hunger grumpily and you laugh and pick her up. “See, even Jihee’s on my side. Let’s eat now.”
Mr Park hums, stepping aside. “All right, I see I’m outnumbered now. I hope you don’t mind how casual this dinner is, but I promise the food is worth it. Wooyoung’s the better cook, but he’s taught me a few tricks.”
You shrug. “Any food is good food to me. At home, I have instant ramen and fried rice so it’s a nice change.”
Out of disapproval, Mr Park shakes his head although the smile does not leave his face. “I do not miss my college diet. Please, take a seat.” He motions to the dinner table, pulling out a chair for you to seat yourself, sitting beside you as Wooyoung and Jihee join the other side of the table.
“So, tell me about yourself (Y/N),” Wooyoung hums, leaning on the table by his elbows. “You’re in college?”
You shake your head. “I graduated a year and a half ago, I’m twenty-four now, but it feels like just yesterday I was taking my finals,” you chuckle. “What was your major, Mr Wooyoung?”
Wooyoung smiled, “Please, call me Wooyoung. Mr Wooyoung just sounds weird. But to answer your question, my major was culinary, of course. Before I taught Hwa how to cook, he was hopeless. I think I was feeding him and Jihee primarily other than his sandwiches and canned soup.” He sighs, leaning back and smirking at Mr Park whose ears are red.
“Hey, Youngah, I paid you for your work. Don’t make me seem incompetent,” Mr Park snorts, leaning over to smack the back of his neck. “Wooyoung may be eight years younger than me but he certainly acts like he’s five.”
You laugh at the banter. “Me and my siblings were the same way. We’d always fight but in the end, we care for each other. It’s sweet to see you guys act the same.” You smile, taking a bite of your stew. “Thank you for letting me sit in on your family dinner.”
Mr Park shakes his head. “Of course. Can’t let you walk on your own at night, you know. I’d be happy to give you a ride home from now on.”
“Ah, no, I can’t make you do that,” you try and decline again but Seonghwa is having none of that.
“It’s not a matter of making me, I offered. I can’t let my babysitter just stand around in the dark. Let me do this for you. Jihee cares for you, she wouldn’t want to make you get hurt.”
You frown, pursing your lips. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you concede. “Thank you once again.”
Mr Park shakes his head, his hand moving up to ruffle your hair. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand rests atop your head a moment longer before he remembers who he is in relation to you. “Ah, sorry. Habit from Jihee.”
The heartfelt moment is cut loose by everyone amused at Mr Park’s habit. Jihee immediately takes the initiative to start rambling about stickers, engrossing everyone in the conversation, Wooyoung being particularly vocal. The dinner is finished with no other events, and you offer to help clean up, ignoring Mr Park when he tries to protest.
“Thank you for helping out,” he tries to thank you but you wave your hand dismissively.
“You fed me and are driving me home. It’s the least I could do. Shall we head out though? I don’t want you to have to leave Jihee for too long.”
Mr Park nods, grabbing his keys and jangling them as he opens the door to the garage. You do your best to not show your surprise at the sight of his fancy car. Of course, you knew he was well off, but you never imagined you’d actually be sitting in his car. He even opens the door for you, letting you slide into the passenger seat.
You hold yourself stiffly, but Mr Park looks over and just laughs at you. “Relax, I’m not going to bite you. Just let me know where to go and we’ll be set. Want a piece of gum?”
He holds out a pack of gum and you gladly take the piece, happy for the distraction. Most of the car ride is silent, except for you telling him occasionally where to go. But as he pulls up to your street, he slows to a crawl.
“You know, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around.me. Sure, I’m your employer, but I’m also a dad. I got the dad instinct, you know?” Your lips twitch at his attempt to be comforting. “Really, though. Don’t hold yourself so tight around me. I don’t mind doing this for you.”
You turn your eyes down. “Thank you. I’ll try, it’s just a little weird for me if you understand. But I do appreciate everything you’re doing for me.” As you unbuckle your seatbelt, you smile at Mr Park. “I hope you have a good night.”
As you go to your apartment building, Mr Park leans out of his car and calls after you. “You can call me Seonghwa, (Y/N). Mr Park makes me feel old.”
You laugh at his admission. “We’ll see, grandpa!” You can’t help but tease him before running into your home, leaving an amused Seonghwa outside.
-
These days you and Seonghwa have become a lot more friendly. He’s taken to driving you home despite your protests and during the car rides, some interesting conversations have happened. For example, you learnt that he built his company from the ground and yet is respected in many old money circles.
Okay, maybe you didn’t learn that from a conversation, and instead just searched on the internet. But what can you say? You’re curious about the man who happens to be your charge’s father and the man who happens to be very very handsome.
Maybe you have a bit of a crush on Seonghwa, but you couldn’t blame yourself. There was something about him. It is the aura he holds himself with, the kindness in his smile when he arrives home, and it helps that he is hot. Every so often, you can’t help but find yourself glancing at his pretty hands, or his well-toned arms, and you have to look away before heat spreads up to your ears.
You’re down bad, and it’s not getting any better. Every time you see Seonghwa, you want to jump him but it would be inappropriate. Not only is he your employer, but he’s also a decade older than you. There’s no way he would be interested in you, he probably sees you just as some kid.
With a sigh, you look down at your sketchbook. Today was supposed to be a fun day. Both Jihee and Seonghwa were off today, so you were spending the day with her as Seonghwa was still called into the office to put in some extra hours. But then the toddler fell sick and you were tasked with taking care of her.
At least it was a fairly easy job—Jihee slept most of the day and you were free to work on some of your more personal projects. Although your passion lies in children, you do enjoy drawing and even took a couple of classes in college. As you lay on the couch sketching, you get so lost in your mind you don’t even register the door opening and the footsteps coming towards you.
“Is that me?”
A shriek rips its way out of your throat as you do your best to whirl around and hold your drawings to your chest, but your legs get caught in the blanket and you instead fall half off the couch to the ground. Your chin props your head up on the ground but your legs are still tangled on the couch, your arms twisted into the blanket, the sketchbook an arm’s reach away.
“Hi, Mr– Seonghwa. How was work today?” you mumble half into the carpet, too embarrassed to look up. “Jihee’s taking a nap in her room.”
After a moment of silence, Seonghwa laughs, although it’s a little pained. “Uh. Do you need help up?”
You groan, pulling one of your arms out from your cocoon prison. “That would be great, thanks. Sorry.”
One of his cool hands gently takes your elbow as another comes to rest on your back. It’s at the moment you realise your shirt has ridden up. You can’t help but tense at the touch, hoping the embarrassment doesn’t show on your face. “Jihee’s taking a nap?”
You’re grateful he chose to brush over the incident. “Yeah– yeah. She’s not much better, but she’s not much worse. It’s just a simple cold, so she needs to sleep it off.” You chose to ignore the hand lingering on the small of your back, instead scooching back on your butt to distance yourself just a little bit. He’s your employer, there’s no way you can give in to your feelings.
But the couch seems to be against your plans, as when you try to pull the blankets off your feet you tumble into Seonghwa’s legs, knocking him down as you land on his firm chest. Your face is mere centimetres away from his and you freeze. “I–” you stammer out, Seonghwa equally as awkward.
“Sorry–” He tries to sit up, but it just results in the blankets twisting tighter and pulling you two even closer together. You swear if you could hold your breath, you could feel and hear his heart beating. “Ah, shit.”
You can’t help but laugh a little at his profanity, not something you’ve ever expected to hear from him. “Welcome back, Seonghwa.”
Seognhwa’s eyes widen, his blush deepens, and his head snaps away from you. Your brows furrow at the change in his features and you can’t help but wonder if it’s from the proximity, or if it’s the proximity to you specifically. “Ah. Let’s get out of this, shall we?” he coughs. He carefully detangles himself from the pile and holds out a hand to you.
You grasp it, noting his firm grip and letting him pull you up. “Thanks.”
“I’ll drive you back to your apartment first since Jihee’s asleep right now. It won’t take long.” While Seonghwa’s voice remains warm, his eyes move away from you.
Suddenly a guilty feeling pools in your stomach and you turn away as well, bending to pick up your sketchbook silently. “Of course.” The disappointment fills your head as you internally admonish yourself for even trying to entertain your fantasies of the older man.
But, to your surprise, a warm hand pats you on your shoulder. “You are good at art, (Y/N). You should continue to pursue and practice it, even as just a hobby.” His words make you look up into his eyes and you see a sparkle behind them. “You’re a talented person, and you should take advantage of it.”
“Thank you, Seonghwa,” you smile at him again. “Once again, I appreciate the kindness you offer me.”
Seonghwa chuckles, spinning the car keys as you’ve quickly found out is his habit. “(Y/N), thank you for putting up with such an old man who can offer you nothing but kindness.”
You snort. “You’re not even that old, you geezer.” In retaliation, Seonghwa leans over and pokes you in the forehead.
“Oh, hush and let me take you home.”
-
It’s been almost six months since that day and your feelings have only intensified. But this time, you swear perhaps he may be returning your feelings too. Sometimes you catch him looking at you with a gentle smile, and his hand on your shoulder lingers a little longer than you think. But then he talks to an employee on the phone and you remember how accomplished he is. Even if he wasn’t much older than you, there’s no way you would fit into his lifestyle.
And, like any self-respecting person would do, you start to avoid him. What else are you going to do? Tell him? You’d be crazy to even entertain the thought. There’s no way he would even take you seriously.
These days you’ve just been going to work, and heading straight home. Seonghwa barely has time to catch you, and you’ve been plotting with Jihee to keep him away. She doesn’t quite understand why, but it’s fun to her so she’s happy to. You’re pretty sure half your wallet has gone to sticker sheets. But no matter how many stickers you’ve bought, it doesn’t help Seonghwa from figuring out something is amiss.
It’s your one day off and you’re spending it at home, lounging around and just watching movies while you sulk about your tangled feelings. Watching all these romantic movies doesn’t help at all and you groan. There’s no way you’re going to act like a lonely teenager, you declare to yourself. You’ll go to a club! Maybe meet someone closer to your age and you won’t feel like a wet sock anymore.
That’s it, you’ve convinced yourself. You’ll give yourself a night out. Suddenly inspired, you throw off the blankets covering you and start donning your nicest clothes. There’s a club you used to frequent in your college days, and you haven’t been back since you got the new job. It’d be nice to let loose again.
As the nighttime approaches, you’re almost all ready to go. You have your outfit and your makeup, and all you need is your shoes. Once you pick out your favourite pair of heels (comfy and not too high), you make your way down. You can feel the excitement pounding out of your chest and you can’t wait to get the night started.
As you enter the club, your body immediately relaxes as you take in the atmosphere. It’s been so long, you’re just excited to have fun. Get drunk, find a nice guy, and forget your problems. You down drink after drink, hyping yourself up, but as late night comes, nothing happens. With a sigh, you plunk down your last drink, feeling the buzz of the alcohol burn in your veins.
Nothing will happen tonight, and you just have to come to terms with it. You place down a couple of bills to pay off your tab, tip, and stumble out of the bar. You’re plastered. You can hardly walk in a straight line and you lean against the cool brick for a minute, letting the sensation sober you up a bit as you do your best to call up a taxi.
But before you can do so, a hand creeps onto your bare waist and your head snaps up to see a man, no younger than fifty, leering at you. “Uh, hi?” you slur out, your hands fiddling with your phone as you try and discreetly move to the phone app. You may be plastered, but you’re not a fool and you know what could happen in this situation.
Unfortunately, the old man seems to know what you’re trying and he grabs one of your wrists. “Now, pretty lady, take a break there. Why don’t you come hang out with me for a bit?” His words are greasy and slimy, and you almost gag at the idea of what he’s insinuating. At least Seonghwa isn’t triple your age…and he’s hot.
“Ah, no thanks,” you manage to push past him, pressing your most recent contact and holding the phone to your ear. “I’m a little uh…” You’re cut off when whoever you call starts speaking.
“(Y/N)? Why are you calling me? It’s nine.” Seonghwa’s voice crackles through the receiver. “Are you okay?”
“Ah, shit,” you groan, stumbling to your side and colliding with the wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I’m just out and–”
Once again, the old man approaches you and pulls you back by the waist. “Come on, pretty. Get off the phone and pay attention to me.”
You shake your head and pull away again, moving even more down the street. “No, no, I’m not– just leave me alone. I want to go home,” you say, shaking your head, still holding the phone to your face. “Just…I wanna go home.”
“(Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?” You can hear the worry in Seonghwa’s voice rise and a faint jingling of keys. “I’m going to get you. Wooyoung’s here so he can watch Jihee. Talk to me, (Y/N).”
“I’m at the club Desire. Or near it. I don’t know.” Your head is muddled and no matter where you look, the street signs are blurring and the old man is still trying to get your attention. “I just want to go home,” you repeat, tears springing to your eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me alone!”
The old man growls at your tone, grabbing at you again. “Don’t be stupid, child. You can come home with me and I’ll teach you how to be proper for a man like you.” His breath reeks of alcohol and bad breath and you instinctively slap him across the face. Surprised, he jerks back, and you take a couple of shaky steps back again.
“Leave me be! I don’t want you near me.”
The old man’s eyes narrow at you and he takes one menacing step forward, his hand raising to strike you but you bring up your arms to block the slap, whimpering in pain when the hit lands and your phone clatters out of your hand. “You insolent child!” Your eyes squeeze shut and you hope Seonghwa gets there soon.
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Seonghwa has never driven so fast in his life. He’s racing through the lights and he counts his lucky stars that they’re all green and that the police aren’t around right now. He can hear arguing coming from his phone and he’s calm enough knowing you’re at least still on the phone. But then he hears a noise and what he assumes to be your phone falling on the ground. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Please, please be okay, (Y/N).”
Stepping on the gas, he roars around the corner to the club you mentioned, praying you’re still there. As he gets out, he’s looking around but can’t seem to find you. “(Y/N)?” he calls out. “Where are you?”
He races down the street to find you pinned against the wall, your hands attempting to push an old geezer away and he sees red. He marches right up, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from your shaking figure. “Fuck off,” he growls in his face, delighting in the fear that moves across his face. “Don’t let me catch you near this place again. Now fuck off!”
He practically throws the old man to his knees before turning and cupping your face. “Seonghwa,” you practically sob. He can still see the drunken haze in your eyes but it’s almost completely cleared up now and his brow furrows even more.
“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He pulls you along and you do your best to keep up with him in your inebriated state. “I can’t believe you would do this! Have you no sense of security? Why didn’t you get anyone to come with you? Why would you call a taxi outside of the establishment?”
He still opens the car door for you and you slide immediately in, eyes staring wide at the pristine dashboard. He slides in and puts the car in the ignition before sitting back and groaning in frustration. “I hope you’re ready to talk as soon as we get inside,” he gripes. “I still am so shocked, (Y/N). You act so mature about Jihee, but what happened then? You could’ve been hurt…no, you were hurt!”
He continues his rant driving up to your street, ushering you into the elevator and into your place. “Do you know how my heart dropped when I saw you struggling? I don’t want to see you hurt. You need to take care of yourself.”
As he yells at you, his eyes rake over you to see if you’re injured any further, but something else stops him and the words die in his throat. You’re wearing a sheer shirt, your lacy bra underneath just showing off your chest. Your leather skirt has ridden up your thighs and your eyes fill with unshed tears. And something burns in his brain.
It’s been months since he hired you, and with each passing day, he finds himself more and more attracted to you. He berated himself every time these unwanted thoughts popped into his head. Sure, you’re sweet, good with kids, and are passionate about what you care about. But you’re also so young. You can do so much better than him, a single father with no prospects.
But seeing you like this, heat sparks in his gut and he leans in, his face mere inches away from yours. “When you wear things like that, it makes me want to rip them off you and do things even that creep couldn’t even imagine,” his low voice pierces through your thoughts and your mouth gapes open.
“I’m okay with that,” you whisper, hand reaching out to brush against his chest, but Seonghwa blinks as he realises what he just tried to do, and he jerks back. Your eyes flash with hurt and Seonghwa would like to hit himself for doing that to you but he can’t let you come onto him when you’re still drunk.
“I– I’m sorry,” you whisper, your hands reaching behind you to steady yourself on the wall. “I just felt so lonely. I wanted to be wanted.” 
Seonghwa’s breath stutters as he stares down into your wavering eyes. “I–” He wants you so bad. But he can’t bring himself to say it. Not when you’re drunk. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He turns away and hears your disappointed sigh alongside your footsteps trudging to your bedroom. With a groan, he sits on the couch with his head in his hands. He wants to reassure you, but he can’t help but feel guilty about it. But he’s still straining in his pants and after locating your bathroom, he sits on the shower bench, leaning against the cool tile and breathing in and out. With a groan, he unzips his pants and pulls out his half-hard cock. The feeling of regret rises but he pushes it down to his gut as he spits in his hand and presses his thumb against the head of his dick.
As he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it, he can’t help but close his eyes and imagine you. You with your mouth wrapped around his cock, with your hands gripping his thighs. You seated on his throbbing member, grinding your hips against him as you lean down to kiss him. He can feel his dick jump and he wonders what it’ll feel like to fill you with his cum.
He lets out a broken moan as his grip turns tighter. His image of you would scratch your nails down his back. He can almost hear your little whines and breathy moans as your hips work over him. You’d lean in and whisper into his mouth, “Seonghwa, fuck me hard,” and—
Seonghwa sighs as he looks down at his cum-coated hand and the mix of shame and relief swirling around his brain. Maybe he should just go to sleep on the couch and hope he doesn’t dream of you. As he washes his hand and goes to lie down, he can already feel a stress headache coming on. He hopes you’ll at least fare better in the morning.
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When you awaken, you have a throbbing pain in your head and you groan and roll out of bed. You’ve taken your club shirt off as well as your skirt, but your bra and underpants are still on. You’re sure your makeup is smudged too and you have no clue how you got home but all you want is some coffee and oatmeal.
You trudge to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes from sleep. There’s a blanket fallen on the floor so you toss it onto the couch and head straight into the kitchen to start your coffee maker. As you lean against the counter and yawn.
“(Y/N), are you feeling better?”
A voice calls out from behind you and you shriek, whirling around to see a sleepy Seonghwa, blanket wrapped around him and his hair a mess. You shriek again, realising how little you’re clothed and duck behind the counter, your cheeks flaming and your heart beating faster than you ever thought it could.
“What are you doing here?” you force out, your voice tight.
“Do…do you not remember last night at all?” You do remember most of what happened. He took you home, but that’s about as far as you remember. And you’re not sure you want to know the rest of it. But you’re far too embarrassed to admit, so you put your acting skills to use. You’re not sure you can handle the shame of a real conversation.
“What?” you ask, forcing your voice to pitch higher as you slowly stand back up, hands covering your chest. “I didn’t– Oh my God, I’m so sorry if I came onto you. I was drunk, I must’ve been out of my mind. Please accept my deepest apologies.”
You notice Seonghwa’s eyes trail down to your chest and then snap back up to your face as if he’s forcing himself to and he chokes out a breath. Despite the headache, your mouth twitches. Maybe you’re still a little out of it. “No, nothing like that. I fetched you from the club because you called me to save you from a creep. Then I took you home and we slept.”
You sigh. “I’m glad. I do apologise for whatever my behaviour was. It was out of line and it won’t happen again. I understand if you want to let me go–”
“No!” Seonghwa’s outburst surprises you and your eyes widen. The lack of clothes you’re wearing has been long forgotten and you move around the counter to stand in front of him. Seonghwa has the decency to look a little embarrassed at the volume of his voice. “Sorry. I just…it’s like you’re a part of our family already. I care for you just as much as I care for Jihee.”
Ah. He thinks of you like a child. Your suspicions were right. You turn slightly to face away from him, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “I see. Well, I appreciate that. It’s nice to have a second family,” you chuckle, internally beating yourself up. How could you even entertain the thought of the two of you being together? “Let me change, and I’ll walk you out.”
As you return to your room, you finally let your heart sink as tears brim in your eyes. You hastily wipe them away as you rummage in the pile of clothes on your bed for something fairly appropriate to wear. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of Seonghwa, and then your crush is unfounded. You can’t seem to catch a break.
With a sigh, you pull on some shorts and a large shirt before heading back out. “Hey, (Y/N), could we talk first?” Seonghwa asks, still standing in between the kitchen and the living room as his eyes flit around nervously.
After some hesitation, you finally find your voice. “Sure? What’s up? You can sit on the couch if you want.”
Seonghwa takes a seat, hiking up his sweatpants and you move to the floor across the little coffee table. “Last night…you told me something.” Oh no. This is it. You bite your lower lip and look down, awaiting his next words. “Uh. So. You think you came onto me, right? Well. It was. Uh. It may have been me.”
You blink at him foolishly as your brain tries to wrap itself around your head. “You what?”
Seonghwa raises his hands and lowers his head ashamedly. “Let me explain, please. I saw you outside with that horrid excuse of a human and something in me snapped. I just wanted to protect you and I brought you home. But seeing you in that outfit? It just made me want you. And I told you. And you reciprocated. At least, you tried to.” He chuckles a little to himself, bringing up his hand to grip at his hair. “I told you we would talk in the morning. But one thing you said stuck with me. You wanted to be wanted. And all night I’ve been thinking about it. (Y/N), you were drunk. But you weren’t that drunk. Something you said had truth to it. Please. For my own sanity, tell me how you feel about me. Please.”
His voice cracks at the last syllable and something in your heart hurts at the sound. “Seonghwa I…I do care for you. More than I should. You’ve shown me unbendable compassion and you’ve never taken my words or myself for granted…or treated me like a child. Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for you.” You sigh, tightening your fists. “I’ve been hating myself for the better part of six months because of it. You were so much better than me. In job, in maturity. What was I supposed to do? I went to the club to forget you, but it appears that didn’t work.”
Seonghwa stands quickly, shuffling over to kneel in front of you. “How could you think such a thing? Me better than you? Don’t make me laugh. I may be older than you, and yes, I have a better-paying job. But in the end, how could you compare? You’re amazing with Jihee. You’ve managed to teach her in ways I could hardly hope to imagine. And just because I have a higher wage doesn’t mean your job is less important. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like you were already part of the family.”
“You told me you thought of me like Jihee,” you argue, and Seonghwa laughs, leaning forward to take your hands.
“I said I care for you as much as I care for Jihee. Not in the same way, (Y/N).” Seonghwa smiles kindly. “I know if this does happen we’ll need to put a lot of care into this, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to be with you.”
You’re not sure whether this is a dream or not, staring up at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You’d be a fool if you said no, but the worries in your head won’t seem to cease. Taking a deep breath, you push them aside and smile up at him. “I’ll have you, Seonghwa.”
As soon as the words fall out of your mouth you can see Seonghwa’s eyes crinkle as he smiles and leans in, his nose almost touching yours. “May I kiss you?” he murmurs in his deep voice, and instead of gracing him with a reply, you meet him in a soft kiss.
His large hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, and his thumbs brush against your cheekbones. “You’re so pretty,” he hums, pressing a multitude of pecks to your lips. “Last night I was so conflicted. Seeing you like that made me almost go insane.”
An idea sparks in your brain, and a smile widens on your face. Your fingers crawl up his shoulders to rest your arms on them. “How insane?” you ask, and Seonghwa’s eyes darken.
“I’ll show you,” he grows before capturing your lips with his once again. This time his arms shift to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer until you’re practically pressed against his body. You squeak at the sudden movement but it’s swallowed by the kiss.
He pulls you onto his lap and you can feel the growing hardness in his slacks. You wriggle your hips a little, grinding down, and the moan that Seonghwa lets out is heaven to your ears. “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so pretty,” he repeats, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.
You whine at the pain blooming into pleasure and your hands fist into his hair. Your precious sounds get to Seonghwa and he groans, moving your legs to wrap around his waist and he hoists you up and brings you over to the couch. “Your noises are so pretty, baby,” Seonghwa groans into your mouth. “Can’t wait to hear them when you’re wrapped around my cock.”
“Please–” is all you can muster out and your whines only serve to make Seonghwa’s cock harder in his pants.
With a groan, he pats your ass, motioning for you to move up. As soon as your hips lift, he grabs the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your knees, leaving your underwear and shirt on. In the same motion, he shoves his slacks and boxers down just far enough to let his cock spring free.
“Seonghwa–”  you whine and something in Seonghwa’s stomach burns at the idea of you crying on his throbbing dick. He sits back, guiding you to sit right above his cock as he moves it to rub against your soaked underwear. Every time the angry-red tip of it brushes against your clit you let out breathy moans and it only serves to make Seonghwa impossibly harder.
“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Seonghwa breathes, his free hand coming up to brush against your face. A smile blooms on your face as you bend to kiss him again.
“Then don’t.”
Something flips in Seonghwa’s brain and he lifts you, pushes your underwear to the side, and lets his cock press into you slowly. The both of you throw your head back and groan loudly at the feeling of him slowly filling you up. He’s not the biggest you’ve had but that doesn’t matter as the sting of the stretch is enough to make you drool. You can hardly speak as you whine nonsense into his ear and let your head drop to the crook of his neck.
“You fit around me so well,” Seonghwa praises, his head spinning at the feeling of finally fucking you the way he dreamed of. It was only yesterday he was fucking into his hand at the thought of you and here he is, only a few hours later, his painfully hard member inside of you. “Look at you, a mess for me. Bet you’ve never been with an older man before. Do I make you feel good, baby?”
You clench at his words. “Fuck, yes, the best I’ve had,” you babble, squirming at the already overwhelming feeling. “You’re so good to me.”
Seonghwa laughs delightedly at how gone you seem to be not five minutes in. “So precious, especially for me, (Y/N). Sitting on my dick so prettily.” He gives a little experimental thrust upwards and you gasp. The noises you make are so addictive, he can’t help but do it again. And again.
You’re panting, moaning as he fills you up so deliciously and your hands grip at his now-wrinkled dress shirt. His cool hands slide up your baggy shirt to shove up your bra and cup your boobs. The weight of them sitting in his hands makes him groan as he leans in to mouth at them through your shirt.
“Been dreaming about these tits since last night. Jerked off in the bathroom after seeing you, you know?” Your eyes widen at the admission and Seonghwa smirks at how embarrassed you look. “Wanted you so bad and you thought I wouldn’t like you in that way? You’re so cute, (Y/N).” He punctuates each word with one thrust after another.
The feeling of his dick pumping into you as well as Seonghwa’s teeth scraping against the soft flesh of your tits makes you so overwhelmed. It’s almost embarrassing how close you are already, and Seonghwa knows it, chucking up at you from between your chest. “Aw, baby, you’re so far gone. Am I that good?”
You cry out and sink your teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck. You’re trying so hard to keep your noises down but Seonghwa isn’t having any of that. His hand finds its way to your hair, gently tugging on it until your head falls back, exposing the column of your neck.
As his warm breath ghosts over it, you stiffen, and when he moves up from your chest to lick a stripe up it and nip at your earlobe, you come with a groan. Your hips are shaking from the intensity of it but his thrusts don’t stop and soon you’re whining from the overstimulation.
And he still hasn’t come.
“Fuck, Seonghwa, it’s so much,” you groan, mouth hanging open. Seonghwa greedily swoops in to capture your lips once more, licking into your mouth as his thrusts become more and more erratic.
His dick twitches and he groans. “Where do you want me? I’m clean,” Seonghwa mumbles into your mouth.
You shift your hips a little. “I’m clean too and on the pill, so it’s on you. I don’t care, I just want you, Hwa.”
Your words spark something in Seonghwa and he thrusts upwards, once, and his cum starts filling you. It’s searingly hot, settling deep in your gut and you throw your head back and moan so goddamn loud. His throbbing cock is twitching like crazy and it’s still pumping cum into you. Seonghwa’s hand slides down your body to tweak at your nipples, thumb over your flesh, and finally come to rub little circles into your clit.
You gasp and it feels like you’re touching heaven from the extra stimulation. “Gonna fill you up so well,” Seonghwa groans. “Do you think Jihee would like a sibling?” 
Your thoughts all blur together at his sentence and you come again with a groan. Your cunt squeezes around him so deliciously and a sob breaks its way out of your throat, one that Seonghwa eagerly swallows as he kisses you again.
His thrusts start to slow down and you slowly pull off his now-softening dick and settle back down on his lap. His hands push his leaking cum back into your pulsating pussy and you sigh at the feeling.
“Well, that was quite the escalation,” Seonghwa laughs quietly as he pulls both your and his pants back up and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. His hand pats your butt and you squirm and slap his chest softly.
“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly and Seonghwa hums, capturing your lips in his yet again. He can’t get enough of your plush lips and you’re not complaining at all.
“I’m lucky to have you, period,” he sighs happily. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”
You smile and sit up, ignoring the whines that come out of Seonghwa’s mouth at the lack of contact. “Well, I couldn’t let you be a lonely old man,” you tease and Seonghwa smacks your ass again.
“Can old man do what I just did?” You’re suddenly lying on your back with Seonghwa hovering over you, a crooked smile growing on his face. “Or do you need another demonstration?”
You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. “I don’t know, sir, maybe you should show me once more.”
With a nip to your lips, Seonghwa leans in and your eyes crinkle at the promise of what’s to come.
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inkykeiji · 2 years
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will there be a pt2 of tomura’s birthday piece?
hello!!! yes there will!! there may be a part three as well, but i’m not 100% sure on that—it really depends on how part two goes. i’m confident i can tell the story i want to tell in only two parts, so!!! but the answer is yes!! (´∀`)♡ thank you for your interest anon!! <333
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getodrools · 5 days
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Just read every one of your Toji fics.. Mr Krabs I have an idea.. Size kink toji and reader that have been sexting and calling nonstop online finally meet up
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໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚ thankuu thehe ! ! i am soo ready to indulge in this idea wink wonk 😼 but toji is old soo expect him to act it in the txts el oh el — i hope u enjoy ! <3 btw i did not proofread this whole thing sob ! !
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◜ ⟣ DICK APPOINTMENT! ─── T. FUSHIGURO ‧ ✧ ◞
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ᯓ★ warnings. mdni | f! reader | sws, sexting, [n]sfw twt links, size difference/kink, he's HUNG, belly bulge, cervix/womb fucking, overstimulation, he takes vids + pics of reader!, age gap ( reader: early 20s, toji: late 30s ), praising, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting ( x2 ), overstimulation, mindbreak, creampie. ᡣ 𐭩 | wc. 3.6k + |
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THE YAWN STRETCHING YOUR mouth wide exhaled pure exhaustion out of you… Tapping at the cluttered papers on your desk with a pretty pink pen, bored out of your mind — until — your phone buzzed in your back pocket.
Fishing for it, your eyes light up brighter than the notification buzzing itself.
[ 🔔 big dick dilf 🫠 3m ago ]
It makes you gleam. Knowing that silly little name you picked out suited him all too well… Always reminding you how he's a rather older man, of course — an older man that was also packing a threat of three dicks in one in those grey sweats he'd always wear…
He was simply a big dick dilf you loved texting!
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<– big dick dilf 🫠 > 🎥
Today 6:58 PM
| 🔗 Attachment: Two Videos –> ONE | TWO
| Watching those videos of you playing with yourself right now :)
| Making my dick so hard pretty girl.
tojiiii |
im at worrrk rn dont do this to mee |
| Haha.
| Can't help it. You make me horny.
♡ hehe |
but gossh it takes sooo long to take him out |
…wish i wasnt working today :( |
| Too long sometimes haha.
| But I hope it goes easy today baby 😁
| Want to have some fun with me to pass time then ;) ? Send me some upskirt pics? Show me how hardworking you are.
yes baby but only if u cum to them :(( |
| I promise.
🔗 Attachment: Five Photos + Two Videos |
enjoyy ;p |
| Hot! You look so fucking wet naughty girl.
| Thank you.
| 🔗 Attachment: One Video
| Got me cumming so hard.
yummy >< that was a lot toji! |
i get u that excited? :D |
| All the damn time.
| But don't get caught fingering yourself in the office for me now haha.
i cant stop so no promises 😽 |
| Fuck. I wish I was fucking that pretty pussy instead of those fingers.
| I'd fill you up so much more.
i wish u could fuck me too ♡ |
but aaah exactly!! ur so big!! |
idk if i could handle all that ;(( |
| Let me come over and grant that wish? Haha.
| I’ll take care of you. So don't you worry your pretty little head off, let me do that ;)
gosh toji who could say no >< |
| Why not? It's been long enough and I can't stop thinking about you and that perfect body.
true ☹️ |
every time u txt my pussy just gets so wett :(( |
idk how much longer i can take without u being in me!? :(( |
| Fuck. Making me hard again.
| Then let's do something about that ;) When do you get off tonight? 10 like usual?
mhm! |
u promise youll rlly come over? |
i dont wanna play with myself all alone tonight :( |
| Shit. You're so fucking bad.
| As much as I like those videos you send when you do… I promise you won't be lonely tonight.
yayy! omgg im so excited!! ♡ |
*SHARED LOCATION* |
| Me too 👍🏼
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No. You were nervous.
It was thirty minutes past ten, and he seemed to have left soon as you sent your address — Toji had mentioned living only just a few towns over from you, three or so hours away, so you thought it'd be a while ‘till then… but soon as you were done trying to recollect and prepare yourself, you were already hearing a hard knock bust at your front door…
You met him through Facebook.
He seemed like a family guy but distant from said family… The obvious sign he was an older man, no less than thirty by the looks of his awkward profile picture; a low angle as if he wasn't aware of the camera pointing at him, yet it caught the scruffy look aging at his chin and the low set of leafy eyes you adored — he was rather handsome.
That haggard look of a tired hunk of a man itched something in you.
Digging deeper, his social profile seemed old and rarely updated, but the little collection in weapons and fishing, random masculine quotes, and scenic views was fitted when he did… but that ‘not in a relationship’ status highlighted right at your own pretty eyes…
You reached out to him day of, curious and intrigued. A rise of fun risk chatting with an older man online coiled something in you — yearning for the attention and he damn sure delivered.
Approximately within 24 hours.
Toji greeted himself quick, and then conversations began to pick up more frequently, from daily pictures of just random things going on in your lives to full-on phone calls within weeks! Hearing him for the first time rumbled a deep pit in your core to erupt. His voice so smooth and husky, like auditory caramel that was pleasant to the ears, and even that slight rasp on some of his syllables he'd drawl out was scratching further into your brain to feen for more.
You didn't need to take anything further from your own hands. He seemed rather lonely yet mysterious, but made it very clear what he wanted.
Toji initiated the flirtatious comments once he figured out how to open your photo gallery on your profile, or once he figured out the FaceTime option to get a full live view of your pretty self some more… You remember it was on the second or so phone call when he started to chuckle out praises of how beautiful you are. Even admiring your intellect or your creativity when you'd show him your hobbies and such...
You were filing something in for him — vice versa too…
You also remember when you first sent a picture of your tits out of craven; fleshy mountains peaked hard at the tips, forcing them to jiggle once you found the courage to make videos for him after the overwhelming praise the first time.
He made you feel… special.
More or so, when you first saw his cock. That's when the button to malfunction clicked.
That day, you swore your jaw was sore the whole evening from how hard it dropped. You could not believe how hung he was — jackpot!
From what you could see through such a simple device, Toji’s dick dangled between his thick thighs like a damn church bell clanging with mighty vigor. When the meaty log slapped from side to side against naked flesh, it had weight—it was heavy and made an audible fleshy clap. In some of his videos, he'd lift his shirt up too — showing more of himself off as if that alone wasn't enough. He knew was sculpted like fine marble chiseled to perfection, he just had to make sure you saw what he worked so hard on…
When the older man first jerked himself off, moaning right into the speaker; lewd groans of your name spewing out, you couldn’t help but admire the way his fingers barely touched when he fucked up into his fist… Usually a collage of your naked self was on his laptop while he recorded himself getting off. It was cute. But fuck, the tan skin gliding over his bulbous tip always swepped that oozing, sappy pre he invariably seemed to drench himself with — practically lubing that nth-inch bitch breaker to full extent...
It was always so pretty even when it was sleeping. When he was really in a mood, he'd call you and let you watch it grow — let you talk filthy to make him twitch into the full hard pole it wakes up in…
His soft was as big as your ex’s hard.
Sighing heavily.
You had plenty of calls and videos shared with him, mostly getting off on each other with zoom-ins on your pretty bits… So, this couldn't be any different… Clearly, it wasn't enough anymore to only tease each other, you ached for the real thing — the real mammoth cock you watched like an addict to get lodged right up your bare pussy...
Damn, why were your hands so clammy.
Reminding yourself, your situation with him was always an annoyingly so close, yet so far annoyance. And this was the time to change that.
Marching up to the door with your head high, a throbbing pang shot right between your legs reminding you exactly what you craved for.
Another knock banged at your door before you could reach the golden knob.
Scratch that.
Feeble like sand falling, “Oh fuck…” Your stomach twists. She was thinking for you! Dammnint he was a monster, think clear! Not even the tip could nudge through.
Relax.
This was your first time ever meeting up with someone on the internet — let alone meeting with them to fuck. Or even just creating a full-blown sexual relationship in the digital world… A sexual relationship with a man twice your age too— twice your damn mass not to mention for the tenth time!
The third knock felt like a punch straight to your gut when the hinges rattled.
His presence was strong. You knew he was standing on the other side of that thin wall barring between you both ever so patiently. This is all that was between you now, not miles of distance or digital love, just a closed door.
You could hear heavy boots click off.
Shit!
Your phone goes off too.
Head spinning like a barrel at each noise that seemed rather louder than they actually were... you catch the notification banner with his name written all over it.
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Toji was holding a container of mixed ice cream, that is in fact melting… but spotting flowers with a small black bag hanging in his other hand, you puckered out your lips in awe, glossing them over with your tongue.
Though as stiff as your neck went as you looked him up and down, you savored that saliva drying up in your mouth. Feeling it run barren only catching half his robust body that seemed to wander off with his own head glued into his phone, seeming to check again for the address.
Attempting to swallow that dry pit clogged in your throat to muster up a pitiful, “Toji… Hi.” Idiot.
When he turned, his body's depth grew tenfold.
He was massive. Now catching sight of a clear view of his full sature, he could be described as one would with a walking goliath… A great abundance of stacked muscles kissed even through his grey sweater; pecs strong and full – round even with long limbs standing tall in a might of mass to settle around bones, and it only takes a few steps for him to reach you.
You audibly gulp.
Throat bobbing as his face drew closer, and as he did, Toji held a simple, small smile. Noticing that notable scar he'd usually lick over and shine the silvery mark lined down those thin, yet full lips. Lips that made your own quiver – aching to drag him in for a full mouth and tongue kiss to fix that, not caring if teeth collide—
“Wow. You look good—amazing…” Toji’s voice resonated a thick rumble as those naturally, pale green eyes hooded, adventuring all around you a few times before, “Really good... Ah, this melted — I hope you like flowers though.” And he presents you the small vase bundled up in a various color of blooming buds.
Clammy hands reach for them, “Hah, they're lovely. Thank you…”
Toji sucks in hot air through his teeth, still hanging right outside your door… “You all right?” He notices the small pearly beads trailing across your hairline.
“Yeah! Yeah, I'm just–– you look good… I knew you were big but, damn.” Saying that forced a clear connotation to spark up. If he's this big in real life — bigger than what you have already seen online, what you've prepared yourself for mentally, but now connecting the dots, all of those angles and views were shot from his eyes. Now in your personal POV, this was a clear difference… and you couldn't help but think about that monster stuffed between his legs that was appointed and waiting for you to be a lot more than you could fathom...
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At least, Toji knew you needed prep first. He could just tell…
So to speak, his tongue was steady lapping around in a winding circle against your slit. Already sappy against his mouth, but the wads of spit he bubbles against puffy lips, swoons you blissfully to a faucet…
He didn't mean to shove his tongue so deep, but the natural nectar your pussy gushes with was utterly mouthwatering, he couldn't stop slurping it up! And he didn't mean to cut you off when you finally invited him in, but his cock was also steering the engines – remembering one second your mouth was full with coherent words, telling him how your day was, small talk and giggles about the ice cream, but now, you could only babble out god knows what… Even — faintly, remembering how he pinched and squeezed at your sides when you finally invited him in your room to get things where they needed to be; letting him take a plop down only to get dragged with him closely, quickly enveloping you with his needs and mass…
Time moved quick, even motions and kisses. Hands too. He was not shy… Could say he had a damn set of paws on him.
Hands shaking, Toji laps “Make sure you get a good angle...” And you try hard to record your pussy being eaten raw.
Something Toji asked about, if he could get some real good photos of you both before he goes back to his place… It was fun at first, but shaky hands recording a video is not a good mix. But, you tried…
Toji delved to get to his destination and he made it clear what this was all for. He let you relax and talk for a bit, enjoying your voice now against his skin, now feeling you for the first time — skin to skin, so smooth and gentle, teasing almost for the entirety… but as soon as you hinted you were ready, he spayled out right between knobbly legs he coveted in with a sort of haste…
Whiffing up your aroma, he groans, “Fuck baby…” His mouth opened wide with an inviting seal – a suction, he rolls out his tongue like a dog in heat; shaking his head gently and sliding that slippery tongue back and forth, Toji keeps hooded eyes on yours. Watching how you looked up into the clouds as heat pressed between your legs.
“Taste so good. I knew you would,” Toji pops your puffy clit in his mouth, sucking with a hard pull ‘till it bobbled out — swollen now.
“Gotta open you up, pretty pussy is so tight.” Mark his words, a digit teases your entrance, handling your quiver; he toys at your little hole, circling and flicking ‘till he could nudge in tight walls.
Hooking soon as gummy walls expand— suck him in, “Greedy girl.” Toji prods against the puffy mounds of your cunt.
Hot mouth raking against the length that he spreads with working hands, he bumps and curls another finger in. Nuzzling deep, his nose suffocates against your pelvis when he plows in, hands doing just the same.
Feeling the older man press around to play at spongy walls, you couldn't help but knot a free hand through his shaggy hair as the other tightened around his phone… The nimble stretch kicked your feet up. Shivering, sheer incredulity warred across your features; your jaw was agape – totally agape. Nothing but strangled noises left your lustrous lips.
Suckling at pert folds and scissoring spongy walls, Toji worked with eager rolls with the tip of his tongue. Flicking across the pretty underside with deft movements that sent the flesh trembling. Trailing along the curving plumpness, his mouth maps your folds and bits that force your legs to tweeze around his shoulders.
He traces patterns into the lush flesh – no random movements, all meticulously and hard… Riding up your slit, never missing the rhythm that forced a kindled roll in your hips, along the ridges—the drawing, you felt a bold, T. O. J. I. trace out teasingly.
The distinguishing mark of the tittle from the “I” pressed right into your puffy hood. And he curled his tongue just right, the little nub puckered out into a spasm.
A sweet spasm too.
Engorged, your face grew tight. Twisting and turning, your tummy coiled ‘till it sprang up, feeling Toji slosh around in your cunt; bullying your walls to clench with a force until they fluttered open all while keeping a working mouth prodded against your thrumming needs.
“Toji!!” Your back lifts up off from the sheets. A perfect arch, he slides a hand beneath, holding you still while you mush shakey hips into his face, drawing out that high spiking through you and out like a geyser.
Fumbling over thoughts, Toji drowns between the sweet heat of your legs. Letting you glisten down the stubble on his chin. Groaning at the treat you spatter against his tongue, almost making his mouth a damn pool itself, he refreshes himself.
His throat bobs as he swallows you up.
A few languorous seconds, he pulls away sloppily. Saliva and messy juices still pearling in streams was sent pattering down his chin. With much of it staining his face – he didn't mind, he relished it, the nectar taste and how it sort of cooled him off was utterly pleasing…
He grabs the phone, smirking how it fumbled down with you.
Your mouth hangs loose. Limp and tingling all throughout.
Only for the tingles to spark into shots of raw lightning, barred hands travel of your sides, “So perfect baby… You think you're ready now? I think you are..?” Still trying to catch robbed breaths, weak eyes manage to flutter open and seize at the sight of the clamoring coming from below your bodies.
Pupils dilating and now snapped wide, you flinch at the presence of something so immense. Instinctively, the tips of your fingers press into the hard ‘v’ tracing down his pelvis in trepidation.
When the hell did he take that out?!
Like a church bell clanging, it swung low. His cock was heavy, the weight couldn't keep his hard pole up no matter how much blood flowed. When the rough-tough cock throbbed, it was the only time stiff dick meat lifted an inch…
“Heh, don’t get shy on me now.” Toji grabs your hand and swipes it away with a feathery kiss, “I told you not to worry that pretty little head off. That's my job.” And he was doing a damn good job!
“You're already so wet, so it'll slide in easy, m’kay?.. But I got this though. Just in case.” That black bag he brought in now answered your questions. The plastic crumbled as he reached for it – hucking it, a bottle of lube rolled in his palm and popped open.
Shaking it up, he dumps out half the bottle into his already soggy palm. Before shining his prize for you, he plops himself right on your rising tummy. Dammnit! He was teasing you out of your mind! Purely showing off how deep he was about to go…
Adorably nervous, the arousal from Toji tonguing you into oblivion excited those fuming hormones on how good he can work your pussy, but now? With a mammoth cock ready for you next, riled up your very engines…
Knobbily legs spread wide.
Biting at your lower lip, “Reach my guts, Toji.” Your hand dips between naked bodies and grabs a handful of thick cock meat. The oozing lube globbing at his base, you stroked it all the way up to his capped tip. Slathering the thin flesh with a twist.
Oh.
His silvery scar stretches, “Mmhm… Someone's worked up the courage.” He chuckles, carefully watching how you cutely try to wrap him whole into your palm.
Barely working out, but you tried.
… You were… ready — jittering with eager excitement, pussy still dribbling in muck, and a heart ready to throb out your chest again. You wanted— needed him in you, reminding yourself all the times you had to finger your pussy to just mere pictures, to a cock you drooled over digitally all alone with only tinkering thoughts. This was the time to finally fixate on fantasies, though Toji’s size still loomed at the back of your mind as he guided himself between sopping folds, prodding against your little entrance when you deemed his cock to be doused enough…
You suck in a deep breath.
Ready.
Yet, the audacity to whisper, “See, you're a big girl.” While half his body shrouded yours as he prepped himself above you; full mass shadowing over your frame with alluring sature, you toiled.
Blowing out a lust-laden breath. Toji soothes at your thighs, holding them in a firm grasp, and angled himself to mush the rubbery pink tip between the tightness of your quim. Any trepidation you had felt was clearly lost in the pressure of his crown plugging in, disappearing slow and methodically; penetrating you with a groan-inducing rush, a sensation of being gently, and nicely filled with the weight of something greater than you immediately expected.
“Oh fuck...” Almost in unison, his body curls forward while yours expands.
Toji felt hard and swollen inside. Having a well-ready, well-prepared cock that was itching for sexual relief, both of you wanted it. So, letting spongy walls stretch in rough accommodation for it; swelling around the girth of the thick slab of cock as he pushed down, sinking an inch, then two, then three, then… inside in a steady rhythm.
“Atta girl…” Aching. He didn't move fast. No hesitation, no waiting, but no real rush, either. But just a firm push that you could catch the first sight of his cock driving down into the tight, slick seal before knocking back, “Look at that.” As Toji pressed further in, a bump—a thick outline bubbled up at your tummy.
Your eyes almost cross. Trying hard to focus on the log settling in the pit of your softest parts — with fail, your head bobbles into sheets, and throat scars with an endless mewl.
Toji took this chance to sink the rest of his cock in. And as he shimmied his hips forward, he got closer, chest hovering over yours almost stroking gently. You take this chance to wrap your arms around his neck as a safe haven. Clawing red trails to sweep the sauntering man who prowled in inches for a kiss – a hot, fast smack of the mouths, far more forceful than earlier; simply locked into a lustful maw as his cock wormed fully in.
Without preamble. Both of you let the moments to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you pass before sodden hurls could play out… It was a euphoric phenomenon that made the walls of your pussy flutter, a grinding touch and a friction-filled push that made nerve endings crackle like an active wire.
Walls flexing and expanding to the hilt, Toji felt much, much bigger inside of you than he did outside. Optics or not, the firm drop of the hips, your stomach muscles curled and promoted what was throbbing, deeply in you.
“So fucking tight.” So tight, Toji had to buck his hips with a little force. The pressure of your walls kept sliding him right out, but staying firm, he glides back in.
Sparking up a rhythm, catching how mewls turned into needy wants, and knitted brows softening up for more. He draws out his hips, slowly letting his dick flop out, but never unplugging you completely; quick with driving his pink head down to keep you filled. Utterly filled, to the hilt.
“Toji–fuck–yes, please… please, fuck me.”
That's all he needed to hear.
Truly ready now.
Toji’s lusty lips pop off from yours as he powered himself forward. The first few thrusts gutted you, practically molding a new shape in your insides. Drilling into you with slick, manipulation, he expands wet barriers with working hips. Mushing the mounds ‘till they snapped around him and sucked him right up.
“Yeah, this what I needed.” His words worked up of mostly groans as he rocked back and forth—even dragging the bed with him… “This is what I was dreaming for...”
Barreling now, each swing roughened up. And each time he shoved himself into your weeping pussy, the bulge followed along your pelvis.
Locking your ankles around his waist, Toji leans up, needing to bend his knees to reach balls deep. Lifting your butt from the sheets, he holds your lower half in the air. All that muscle working, half your body was in his vice — Well, your damn head was in the clouds too… Torso splayed flat, the view of your lifted bottom half was exotic; all you could see was his cock head jackhammering ‘till he couldn't get any further than your perk cervix.
He held you tightly, the pads of his fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your thighs. Knowing bruises were sure to blossom in the morning… Not only surface level, but each bump trudging through you hit at your sensitive womb.
Hard, fast, and brisk, each motion blending into the next rhythm—a forward swing and a backward pull like a damn pendulum. And he was focused on dragging all inches as he did, filling you out in endless repetitions, sending his cockhead through those clenching depths and right up against your perk cervix.
You didn't think you could breathe now, but as his hands glided to the extent of your legs, spreading them by your ankles. Toji was growling as he brought you further up with him; Holding your hips up, all human instincts replaced by feral needs. Positioning himself tall until he was fucking you like a construction worker drilling out cement, forcing your flimsy, fucked out body to be arranged at a downward angle, chin tucked with knobbly legs kept wide.
The camera was catching it all too! A genius, he thought, placing it right below your jiggling ass to catch all pounding movement… Even catching the flyaways of your sap milking out and slobbing down his length—Hard thigh too! The harder he barreled into you, a thicker shine dribbled between your bodies and blurred up the lens of the phone…
Heavy balls splat down against your ass at each hard plow. Balls deep, deeper than you could imagine—hard to, and your mind ogles and short circuits trying to comprehend this.
Gurgling, your tummy coils again… And this time Toji could feel your walls spasming all the more.
Deep, rolling strokes. Strong hips come in fleshy swings and he forcibly fucks out your high, “Yeah! Fuck baby, cum f’me. Cum all over this dick.” Dream dick to be fair.
That's all you could do, and as your pussy squeezed and clenched, leaking with a glisten, Toji drags your ankles towards your head. Pushing his twisting toes into the sheets, practically flattening his heavy orbs into doughy globes, and jamming all nth inches into you, your sappy cum gushes out all around him.
Electricity coursed along your limbs, waking them up again to wail like a damn fish out the sea and crowd around his chest. Squeezing and pulling taut receptively, and even as you cursed the sensations of bliss through a sloppy tongue, Toji followed.
“You feel so–fucck—!” Through an endless wave of pleasure, he pants.
Sending his cock thundering through your soaked channel. His pace was more pronounced ‘till weak. Mounting you; the tightening of his face, the swelling of his shaft, the throbbing of the balls pressed right against your perk ass, he was ready to explode.
Filling out your elastic folds with almost desperate movements, clearly right on the peak of popping. Toji topples into your mouth and shoves in a few more and final wet claps until he lets out a guttural moan.
“Tojii!—” In sync, you both watch each other, gazing so deeply with mouths agape as his cock hiccups and burps out a fresh load of white cum.
… Did you just fall in love?
Toji wiggles into you, “Take it all.” Carefully observing how you nod, breathless and dazed, he keeps you filled with baby batter—Filling you like a damn pastry!
Your body falls in the wreck as he plants his sweating skin across yours. Heaving heavily, the older, bigger man keeps you close. Keeping you beneath him as his cock pumps, moving like an inching worm through patted soil; and spurting out wads of thick ropes. Gooey warmness seeps in deep, filling up your pussy like a personal pool at each throb he pulsates with.
Though as he seemed to have dumped his whole load, balls now empty and less tightened from the flex of swimming cells. He huddles you close, keeping his dick lodged in you...
"I-wow.." Toji breathes, more of a shakey moan, "That was... you were..." He chuckles.
Swiping the sticking hair out of his face, he observes how you try to also recollect yourself too—a lot more of heavy breathing and gasps come from you... But assured, you pant out a bewildered giggle, "Yeah..."
"Yeah..." He repeats after you, agreeing.
… You feel a buzz on your ass..?
“Damn,” Toji easily lifts you to grab that damn phone he propped up thinking he was some cameraman in the making, “Damn again. Your pussy was leaking so much some got on the camera…” He inspects it, “It'd be hot to see when that happened… but hopefully, not for the majority of this perfect moment...”
You tease, “If then, we could just record another…” And Toji licks at his scar, feeling his cock hardening ‘till it stiffened up rock hard like a mighty pole…
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