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manfuckthisimout · 1 day
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I promise to god if that man looked at me like this?
FOLDED IMMEDIATELY!
Let me take you through my mid for a moment:
Yoongi doesn’t argue.
He simply doesn’t have the energy to waste on something little and petty like that.
Unless it’s something relationship changing, he’s not going to dwell on it. He prefers to squash the little stuff in favor of peace and solitude.
But that doesn’t mean you can talk crazy to him.
“You know what, fuck the dinner! I don’t care anymore, you can starve for all I care!” Yoongi has been coming home late for three days now, often taking his work home with him. You came into his home studio to ask him what he wanted you to make for dinner, but you were only met with short answers. “Like I said babe, make whatever you want. I’m gonna eat it regardless, just lemme finish this.”
Yoongi was knee deep in producing something or another for some artist in the industry. His work was superb, but he often threw himself into it, often neglecting eating or sleeping for hours at a time. You just wanted to sit down and have a nice meal with your boyfriend, is that too much to ask? “I’m asking you because I want to make something you’d eat now, not after I go to bed.” You spat, eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m still gonna eat regardless, what does it matter the time?” Yoongi replies, his voice cool. You can’t see his expression, for his back is turned to you, but you just know that furrow that appears when he’s focused on two things at once is present between his brows.
You storm over beside his desk, forfeiting your position in the doorway a few seconds prior. “I know you eat Yoongi, but it’s timing that matters! You can’t keep neglecting your needs for some stupid beat that will still be here tomorrow!” You holler, your frustration getting the better of you. His eyebrows raised at the mention of his name. You kept going, “Y’know, why is it you keep bringing this shit home anyway? Are you too busy at work doing something else than get this done? Or someone? Am I not enough for you anymore Yoongi? Is that it?” You seethe.
Yoongi’s head whipped up and over to you so fast you hardly saw it happen. His chair was turned around now, parallel to you standing beside his desk? “What did you say? Say it again.” He says, his voice dangerously low. He was looking at you, daring you to make your assumption again. You were taken aback, almost tripping over his chair due to the sheer closeness of him. But stupidly, you did not yield. “Are you sleeping with another girl! Is that why you seemingly never have anytime for me anymore?” You hiss. His brows raise further, pinching at the top of his forehead to make wrinkles in his skin. He looks positively bewildered, speechless by your audacity.
You two stay like what feels like an eternity. Not blinking, hardly breathing. Suddenly Yoongi turns in his chair and unceremoniously closes his laptop. He’s up and out to his chair a moment later, and approaching you. Cornering you onto the couch that sits besides his desk. “You think…I would cheat on you? Over something as petty as dinner?” His voice is still that same tone, and you suddenly feel like prey about to get eaten whole by its predator. You’re fucked. Suddenly your knees are weak and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest. Yoongi’s eyes are slits, his brows still in that same pinch from when he was sitting down.
“I get the taking care of myself part. I get you wanted to do something nice for me. But assuming I’m cheating on you because I took home some work? I don’t know how you could think that,” Yoongi says, cool and collected. He’s cornered you so far that you’ve fell onto the couch, on your back, facing him. He climbs on top of you. Lowers his face inches from yours. “I have everything I need laying out in front of me. Why would I ever step out?” He says softly.
You’re speechless, a flush crept onto your cheeks. You can feel his breath fanning over you. He’s looking deep into your eyes, following your head movements to keep the contact going. “Answer me, hm? Why would I do that?” Yoongi leans down to press fleeting kisses into your neck. “I-I don’t know…” You say, meek and shy with your words. You feel like an idiot for ever thinking it. Here is this man, tired, hungry—still proving to you that he loves you no matter what.
“You don’t know and..?” Yoongi replies. He pulls from your neck, resting his lips onto your forehead. “I was silly for thinking it. I-I know you would never do that to me. I’m sorry honey.” Yoongi pecks your forehead, leaning back to look at you. He smiles. “I forgive you. Just—don’t do that to me again, please? I don’t know if my heart can take it.” You nod. “Can I have a kiss?” You ask, shyly looking into his eyes. “Of course my love.”
Note: I’ve never written anything this long! (At least not about yoongi lol) this was going to be short like the rest of my content, but it turned into this.
I hope you enjoy!
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jvzebel-x · 10 months
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"The impulse toward chaos was one he knew. It ran hand in hand with the desire for violence to be done to him. To destroy him because he was not worth saving."
x. "The Vanished Queen", Lisbeth Campbell
#The Vanished Queen#Lisbeth Campbell#📚#oh ouch LMAO#despite my longstanding love of fantasy royal settings i have always had. issues. w the royal characters depicted LMAO.#maybe its bc of the lifelong irony that ive felt&joked about in relation to my own name??? it isnt my fault i was named after the wrong#character in aladin so now we all have to deal w my streetrat jokes&princess quips LMAO.#but anyway this is the first of these types of books that ive read in a sec that had such a relatable prince character LMAO.#i can appreciate the trend towards books centering royalty+political intrigue to end w a dissolution of that royalty. but also#it can get... tiring having the same basic premise be that the royalty in question is forced to reckon w how fucking awful their bloodline#specifically has made things for their own ppl-- usually finding this all out against their will&in between feeling massively sorry#for themselves while also defending their family&core beliefs before finally coming to terms w the fact that things need to change lmao.#i understand the message+whatever&respect the trope value. it just. is the most frustrating part of these sorts of stories for me lmao.#bc this book centers on a tyrant king there's no moment of needing to reckon w beliefs being disproven or reworked to accommodate how badly#things are. the understanding of the tyranny is already there so the growth from the princes themselves are more in finding the means to#unseat their father. the growth of the pov prince focuses A Lot on his rage issues-- as the story goes on it becomes more&more clear#that his disinterest in the throne isnt only out of loyalty to his brother its also bc of this soul deep self-hatred that manifests#more&more in moments of increasingly dangerous&arguably suicidal behaviour.#&someone hating themselves for their impotence+lack of power in a world where they should have all the power is a lot more understandable#to me personally than someone who is forced to realize what harm theyve been apart of causing&their main storyline is coming to terms#w the fact that ppl not being oppressed+viciously abused is more important than a crown LMAO.#anger of various kinds was actually a HUGE theme in this book. it might be why i liked it so much lmao. my ever present anger issues#have been ripping me apart like rabid dogs as of late lmao. it makes me want to claw my skin off. sometimes. lmao.#something something rage is such an amazing source of energy that burns out so fucking hard lmao. human nitrous boost or whatever.#my moms birthday was the other day. maybe im just finally going certifiable.
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seraphdreams · 5 months
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JJK MEN AS YOUR PERSONAL TRAINER. | TOJI FUSHIGURO, GOJO SATORU, CHOSO KAMO, SUGURU GETO.
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. having private sessions with the men prove to be an experience. what type of trainer are each of them?
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. smut, edging, degradation, praise, dry humping, fellatio, switch!choso, overstimulation, emo boy!choso, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, they are all whores. mdni <3
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 3.1k
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! oh em gee ?? headcanon format ? yup! i originally wrote this as a little joke since i started pilates but then my mind wandered and it wasn’t a joke anymore. other than that, ino was supposed to be on the list but he couldn’t make it :( something about being busy .. regardless, comment / reblog if u like ! it would make my day, thank u ♡
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TOJI — THE CORRUPT TRAINER.
there must’ve been a clear distinction as to why your trainer only allowed sessions from 9pm up until midnight, but your desperation when it came to relentlessly searching for a personal trainer didn’t leave enough room in your mind to think deeper about the true nature of its shadiness. all you needed was a spotter, and toji’s services claimed to provide just that.
and what happens when you combine height, a monsterous build, superhuman stamina, and a handsome face? well, you get toji fushiguro in all his abhorrent glory.
his chiseled body virtually doubled your frame with biceps the size of your head, shoulders wide enough to emphasize the narrowness of his waist, and veins crawling up his limbs even when the muscles weren’t flexed. a mean looking man with a scar over his mouth like some battered veteran. whatever he got into during the day was truly nothing you’d want to take part in.
inviting him over to your home gym was one thing, but it was looking to be another when his “help” took the form of sensuality; his large hands running along the back of your thighs when he’d seemingly fold you over with your legs on either side of your head for warm-up stretches, or even the occasional groping of your ass when it came down to squats, he was barely doing his job, what you paid a hefty price for, and yet you loved every bit of it.
“c’mon, you can take more of it, cant’cha?” toji’s gruff voice goads, watching the way your tiny cunt struggles with swallowing the head of his wrist-thick, bulbous cock. you were put in the awkward position of doggy, yet another one of his sessions derailed and he deemed this new workout could help you build up some much needed endurance. you were going to need it if you planned on keeping him around.
it surely seems that way when you’re practically running from the pleasure he pistons into you, thick cock kissing your cervix with each skillful, angled thrust of his. large hands were wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place for him — because if there was one thing your personal trainer was strict about, it was form. and your form was beyond perfect.
“‘s just too good.” you mindlessly whined, attempting your hardest to grip onto the thin cushion of the yoga mat beneath you. toji lets out a deep scoff at your vocables, driving his hips against your ass once more, this time a bit sharper with a hint of fervor as its aftertaste. “and you’ve been training with me for how long now?” his question came out in a mocking tone as his lips stretched wide in a crooked smile, that of a statement rather than a query.
“t-two weeks .. fuck.” you respond, mind going hazy from the gaining intensity of his potent movements. the feeling was all too much, it came as no surprise when pleasure began to surge from your spine to coil at your core, building up that high you've been chasing for the past hour, that grumpy ol’ toji continued to rip away from you.
pressing a heavy hand to the small of your back, he arches you forward, groaning at the sight of how swiftly you position yourself for him, your face pushed against the mat.
maybe his training has paid off. . “two weeks and you’re still struggling to take my cock?” he pulled your hips back against his, leaving you defenseless in the ministrations. “guess i need to train this pretty little hole of yours more often.”
with the end of his sentence, he snakes his thick arm around your waist, the pad of his thumb finding your achy, puffy clit, rubbing the nub in tight, harsh circles. if your moans weren’t already loud enough, you were sure the whole town could hear you by now, crying out his name like no tomorrow while your legs trembled with your impending orgasm. “‘m cumming! so hard!” you cry, drooling into the mat as he fucks you through your orgasm.
it wasn’t until soon after that he finally reached his high, sending hot and sticky ropes of cum into your womb. not once had a session with toji ended with him shooting his cum in a more responsible way, with a rubber. it was clear to you since the very first time you allowed his fantasies to come to fruition — toji didn’t believe in condoms.
your body went lax as soon as he pulled out, and he tucked his cock back into his pants, hovering over your sad frame with an amused smirk on his scarred lips.
“good session. i expect $800 wired to my account by the mornin’.”
GOJO — THE ENABLING TRAINER.
when you first showed up to the private room of your local gym in search of your assigned instructor for the night a.k.a “the strongest,” you were expecting some big burly man with a cocky attitude — someone you didn’t particularly get along with. but much to your surprise, instead, he was handsome; fluffy white strands of hair that strayed upwards and a million dollar smile with just the charisma, the charm to back it up.
gojo stood over 6 feet tall, and although he was on the lankier side, there was no denying the lean muscles that peeked through his skintight black top. he smiled, throwing a loose cloth over his broad shoulders.
“you ready to get started?”
your eyes greedily took him in, scanning over the finer details of his gorgeous build. it wasn’t until about thirty seconds of daydreaming about what he’d look like unclothed that you finally gave him a response in the form of a nod and hum.
of course satoru wasn’t an idiot, he could tell from how dazed you were during the first few minutes of instruction that you were focused on something else, not that he minds though, it’s truly an honor that a girl as pretty as you is capable of fawning over him, just as many others do.
after having to shake your thoughts whenever it came to watching him take a large swig from his water, droplets of the liquid streaming down his chin to graze his prominent adam's apple, or the soft appraises he’d coo when you finally got the hang of his workouts, it was the end of yet another vigorous session with him, sweat dripping from your chin down to your chest that was scantily clad in a baby pink sports bra. you held on taut to your water bottle as satoru carried conversation with you.
“you improved so much in just an hour. i’m proud.”
his praises barely reached your ears before you looked at him with adoration glossed over those pretty eyes — there was something about him that you just couldn’t get over, but you knew you needed him badly. you dabbed perspiration from your forehead with a matching pink towel, soft smile forming on your doll-like features.
“thank you,”
he nods his head slightly before starting, “you seemed a bit distracted today, though. something on your mind?” his query pulled you from your gojo-induced hypnosis, causing you to blink away the embarrassment pooling up within you. were you truly that obvious?
“hm? there’s nothing, i’m fine,” your reply came out low and sheepish while your eyes struggled to find anywhere else to settle besides those bright baby blues. he took it upon himself to inch closer to you, studying your features until you gasped softly once your back hit the wall. “nothing?” he asks for confirmation, and you affirm. “nothing.”
“all you gotta do is use your words if you need me.”
gojo’s hands found their way at your thighs, creeping them upwards underneath the thin spandex of your shorts. his touch felt hot against your skin, each brush of his fingertips along the expanse of your inner thigh causing shivers to trickle down your spine while he watched with mirth at your pitiful attempt to keep your whines at bay.
“i think .. i think i need you.”
with that, satoru smirked and lifted your leg up just enough so that it fell over his arm. his lips met yours with a salacious that only the whorest of whores could possess, skilled tongue angling its way inside your mouth to gently clash with yours in the sweetest harmony that had you buckling underneath the frame of his body.
it must’ve been a spur of the moment when you found yourself rutting your hips up in search for satoru’s, a pitchy moan sounded into the kiss when he matches your ministrations, grinding his sweatpant clad and half-hard, leaking length into the seat of your shorts; creating the most delicious sensation as the tip nudged against your clit.
his free hand took purchase at your cheek, his thumb rubbing ever so gently against the heated skin while his movements increased in greediness. your mind’s too hazy to make out anything besides the pleasure and build up of your orgasm — so much so, that it pulled you back to reality as soon as it hit, your sloppy kisses coating gojo’s soft lips in a thin sheen and the seat of your shorts sopping wet from the release of your high.
yet, gojo kept at it until he too came to a falter, cumming an ample amount in his sweats while groaning deep into your mouth. he separated from the kiss for just a split second before he took it upon him to goad,
“we can add 30 more minutes and i’ll give you more than just a taste.”
CHOSO — THE INTIMIDATING TRAINER.
a pierced tongue, some tattoos running along both veined arms, and a deep, monotonous voice were a recipe for your timidness when it came to the kamo, who you’d invited over for your very first home training session. it didn’t help that he was on the quieter side, responding to whatever small talk you’d make with one or two words while his intense eyes would follow every move you’d make as he’d help with your form.
he truly wasn’t a bad guy, or so you thought. even now, during your session with him, his praises were appropriate, he wasn’t too handsy nor did he seem to have any ill intent; being with him felt surprisingly comfortable and refreshing just as the crisp, cold water you two were currently drinking, made fresh from your refrigerator’s tap.
“was it too intense?” he’d asked in regard to the exercises you had just completed. intense was an understatement, you didn’t know how you could move your body in such ways that you did, which wouldn’t have been possible without his expertise. choso set the chilled glass of water down onto your coffee table, feeling coy from sitting on your couch, something he’d never done even with his regulars, and in response, you shook your head at the query, settling yourself by his side.
there was truly no denying how absolutely stunning you were, like some angelic being brought to him from the heavens up above in the form of the sweetest thing he’s ever met. he was afraid that if he blinked too hard, you’d vanish.
the more his eyes focused on your lips when you talked, how you’d massage the sore muscles of your thighs and even let out cute whines because of the fact, the more he found it harder to contain his thoughts, rapidfire in his mind. those perverted thoughts that only some horny teenager could have, not a well off adult like him.
yet, it wasn’t enough to stop him from getting hard in his sweats, a dark grey patch spreading at the crotch, what he’d hoped you’d mistake as spilt water.
“shit,” with that of a husky sigh, he ran his hand over his face, tinges of pink battering the tattooed scar across his nose and cheeks. “i’m sorry.”
oblivious to his situation, you were quick to express your inquiry. “sorry about wh- oh.” the head of his cock practically peeked through the barrier of the hem of his sweats while he made a futile effort to cover himself with one of your pillows once you had realized.
he looked cute like that, embarrassed by something so natural that it even spurred on your arousal, the thought of him getting worked up over you doing virtually nothing. “i-it’s okay.. i can help you if you want.” you offer, moving your position to sit between his thighs.
violet hued eyes widened from your newfound boldness, the clearing of his throat being the only true source of sound he could make in that moment.
“nah, nah. it’s-“ before he could inch out the words, you were drawing featherlight circles at his tip over the fabric, causing his breath to hitch and resolve to falter.
choso wasn’t someone who’d allow himself to be in such a pathetic situation, yet the thought of you carrying out his perfect porn plot fantasy was all he needed for that internal morality to fly straight out the window.
you chuckled at the way he hiked himself up when you finally took him from his bottoms and into your hot, wet mouth. just the sight of his cock disappearing past soft, glossy pink lips has his temperature rising, feeling as though he could pass out.
it’s hazy for him — your hand at the base, the rhythmic bobbing of your head slowly while gradually picking up speed. he never would’ve thought the job he took on for extra cash to fund his college textbooks would end up with someone as gorgeous as you giving him a chance. every pump of your hand around what couldn’t fit into your mouth had him groaning, bucking his hips up as gently as he could without battering the back of your throat.
though, he wouldn’t mind if he did.
staving off a gag, you ultimately increased your pace, determined to get him off while your other hand fondled his plump balls.
from the faint touches alone, he could feel his high approaching, embarrassingly quicker than usual. yet, he couldn’t help it when you started to grow sloppy, a mix of spit and precum dribbling down his shaft.
“w-wait, fuck.. ‘m gonna.”
it took no time for him to shoot his seed into your awaiting throat, his head thrown back against the headrest while he bucked his hips to jettison every last drop. you swallowed all he had to offer before pulling away, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
maybe he wasn’t as intimidating after all.
GETO — THE CHARMING TRAINER.
you were his favorite. you had to be. even in the long line of women waiting to have their own turn with him, you were always a top contender. he had always made time for you, and you alone.
geto’s popularity made perfect sense in your mind. he was tall, handsome with narrow features and dragon tattoos strung along both arms, a man ahead of his time. not to mention, his docile, gentle demeanor. he was charming as all get out and you were beyond aware of your superstar status of being the only one he wanted.
“are we actually going to get some training done or is there something else you want to do?” he straps his fingerless gloves around his palm, tank top tight around his torso, carving out each and every trace of his abs while looking over you, a pleasant smile quirked at his lips.
you felt sheepish under his sharp gaze, a feeling that comes all too natural with expert trainer, suguru geto. “i’m fine with whatever you have in mind, sugu.”
if you didn’t know any better, you’d swore you saw his cheeks dust in the lightest shade of pink at the endearing nickname. you were cute, too fucking cute and perhaps, that was the reason he kept you around.
“i’m thinking we test that stamina ‘nd see if you can hold up riding me?” he hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up just slightly. “no help, all on your own.” in all honesty, you could definitely take up his challenge. how hard could it be to take some dick?
or so you thought.
“fuck, sugu! ‘s too much!”
you wouldn’t want to be caught dead in the miserable state that you were in but it ultimately did seem as though geto’s lessons had gotten you nowhere. the tip of his cock wasn’t even an inch past your cunt while you rested your hands on his broad shoulders, pathetically trying to take what was the easiest part.
he smirked at you, resting his hands behind his head. “i’m not helping, princess. i meant it.”
you continued to try and sink yourself down onto his unreasonably thick cock, a soft crack of a whine tumbling past parted lips when your pussy engulfed another half inch of him. “but-“
“if i have to help you, we’re not finishing until you’re a mess.” he grits, not harsh enough to come off as daunting but stern enough to warn you. yet, the warning fell to deaf ears when you began to whorishly beg pleas of “help me, sugu. help me.”
from that, he let out a low groan, his hands on your waist sinking you all the way down to the base before he gained stability, flattening his feet onto the floor and fucking his cock into your fluttering cunt.
with the way he moves, you were almost positive you had the wind knocked out of you from those first few thrusts alone. soft babbles resonated throughout the room while you clung to his body like it’d comfort you in the hell that was his potent ministrations.
you felt far more sensitive than you ever felt, white hot pleasure coiling within you in no time, your pussy tightening around his shaft in such a suffocating way, geto felt as though he couldn’t breathe either. “s-so tight, princess. i know you wanna cum, cum for me, baby.” he goads through a strained voice, his thumb now working between your folds to find purchase at your clit, rubbing the puffy nub in moderate circles.
“if you do t-that, i might—“
and before you knew it, you were gushing around his pretty cock, face twisted in the prettiest picture of pleasure. the aftershocks of your orgasm were way more intense as you were fucked to overstimulation, a sly grin on his lips.
“told you we weren’t stopping, darling.”
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konigslittleliebling · 2 months
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Can I request for anything about Konig’s balls??I mean anything because I feel like he will have such a big balls,perfect for breeding.
fuck yeah. könig breeding you bc his balls are too full :((
mdni. dub-con if you squint, breeding kink if you stare, raw dogging, creampie.
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the whole thing was so ungraceful and a little in bad taste. he’d barged into your quarters without a knock or a text, eyes wild behind that black hood of his and before you knew it, you were on all fours, tits forced against the mattress with your head pressed into your pillows and arse in the air.
you’d caught sight of his bare cock when he freed it of its confinents, angry and fucking huge. his cockhead was red and crying fat tears of pre-cum, so swollen and engorged. his balls weren’t having a much easier time, the poor things looked like they’d burst at the touch — so painfully round and heavy.
now you find yourself getting fucked into the mattress, hardened nipples rubbing uncomfortably against the material of your bed sheets whilst this giant of a man rams his cock into your tight cunt. he’s chasing his desires like a man starved, hungry to explode all of his pent-up seed deep into your little uterus. he’s so full of cum that he knows he can fuck you full with his child, drown your insides in his semen until he has nothing left to give.
he’s animalistic with his treatment of you, rutting like he might die in your pussy if he slows his pace. if he died between those legs of yours, scheiße, he’s dying a happy man — but not until he’s stuffed you full of his own. he’ll empty everything he’s got until your belly bloats and your womb expands, and when his product leaks from you he’ll fuck you again to make sure it takes.
you’re whimpering! moans muffled by your mattress and the puddle of drool that dribbles from your gaping mouth. he’s so fucking massive — a unit of a man. a terminator on the field, and between the sheets apparently. you can feel how deep inside of you he’s pistoning, shoving himself into nooks and crannies you’re only now learning you’ve got.
his heavy balls slap against your arse cheeks, probably bruising them and leaving red imprints in their wake. you can feel how heavy with cum they are, and you briefly wonder when the last time it was that he fucked his fist. no man you’ve ever been with has had swollen balls like könig’s, but you’ve never been with a man like könig on any area of the spectrum. never have you been impaled like this with the fear that if he fucks you any deeper, you’ll be tasting him on your tongue. at this rate he’s gonna puncture your lung.
you swear to the bearded fella in the sky that this brick shithouse of a man is actually penetrating your womb, whether that defies the laws of physics or otherwise, he’s fucking massive and you can feel his cockhead slamming into something. whatever it is, it feels like a slice of cherry fucking heaven and the weight of his balls against your hind starts to pulsate as he gets ready to empty them inside of you.
and when he does, he’s pumping you full thoroughly. there’s not an inch of your insides that remains uncovered by his hot, ropey seed. his balls feel lighter with each hard thrust of his hips, his raspy grunts getting louder as he becomes more sensitive within the coated sleeve of your cunt. but he won’t stop. he won’t stop until your walls are painted white, clogged with his cum and your belly home to his kid :((
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doobea · 3 months
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YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MISTER GOJO ─ SATORU G.
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synopsis: satoru gojo is spoiled and arrogant. he's also the next in line to inherit his family's fortune. his father sends him far away in a small town for a week in hopes that he'll 'change' for the better. instead of the usual five-starred hilton hotels, he stays at a local inn and starts to befriend the owner's daughter.
tropes: small town romance, christmas au, golden retriever x black cat
MILESTONE EVENT || MILESTONE MASTERLIST
contents: fem!reader, spoiled rich boy!gojo, acts like an ass to everyone but hopelessly falls in love with you at first sight, feels like a really bad hallmark movie, mentions of wealth class differences, reader isn't a tsundere - she's just indifferent for the most part and introverted word count: 7.5K (idk i will uh make the fics shorter in the future) a/n: thank you anon for requesting this!! idk if this is what you wanted but hopefully you like it!! :3 everyone also give a round of applause to @popponn for beta reading this big mess LMAO
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Satoru Gojo has a lot of expectations, but this certainly isn’t one of them.
He isn’t particularly excited about spending a week away from his big city penthouse to be rotting in a small town motel in the middle of nowhere but, his father, CEO of Gojo Corporations, heavily insisted that he ‘needs this’ and that ‘it’ll be good for the company’ — whatever that means. Satoru is confident that his father thinks he’s incapable of running the family business after last month’s run with the paparazzi and his third fling of the month. It wasn’t his fault that they got caught doing drugs at one of Zenin's parties, everyone else was doing the same thing, it just so happened that the cameras were only focusing on him. 
Well, that’s what he gets for signing up to be the son of one of the richest men on Earth.
“You need to start taking this seriously,” he recalls his father slamming his fist down at the desk before throwing a bottle of Henessy at the wall. “I don’t want this company to go bankrupt just because I have a son who only thinks with his dick.”
Ouch… but he’s not wrong about that.
So now Satoru finds himself driving up a winding road somewhere very deep in the mountains. Exactly five hours away from the city. And, for the past three hours, all he’s been seeing are miles and miles of pine trees, sheets of snow, and — he had recently learned this from Suguru — sugar shacks. Apparently when you’re out over a hundred miles into wilderness territory these sap houses are littered everywhere.  The fact that Satoru is beginning to count more shacks than designer cars on the road is really starting to get to him. 
“This whole thing is so fucking stupid,” Satoru has also been talking to himself throughout the journey in order to not lose his mind. “He could’ve just sent me door to door caroling instead of whatever this is.” Satoru doesn’t know how to sing well, but he does know all the lyrics to ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ and that usually gets him all the tips. He wonders if he can manage to make a small side hustle when he starts wasting his week here.
He takes a sharp turn up around the hill before finally recognizing a big red sign with the name ‘Mistle Town’ as seen on the postcard his dad left him before leaving. It takes him another five minutes of driving through said small town, which is quite literally something out of one of those really bad holiday movies that his mom would force him to watch when he was little, before arriving at the inn. Upon arriving, Satoru is noticeably disappointed at the lack of valet assistance and, the size and design of the inn, is rather lackluster. 
First, it just looks like a regular white farmhouse. Maybe having a max of ten rooms, none of them being penthouse sized, Satoru assumes. There are a couple of flowerbeds out front, all covered in a couple of inches of snow, and there’s subtle signs of holiday decor slowly bleeding its way outside. He sees someone dressed in an oversized puffer by the entrance, arms occupied with red tinsel and large white ornaments, and figures that the first nice thing he’ll do is to help out a random stranger — just to prove something to his dad.
Satoru parks his Rolls Royce in a spot furthest away from everyone else in the parking lot and sends a ‘im alive and well’ text to Suguru, because he’s very much so going to be in frequent contact with him for the remainder of the trip, before heading up.
“Need a hand?” He points out the obvious but still manages to throw a smile as if he’s already fixed the situation unfolding in front of him.
Satoru’s presence seems to pull you from your busy trance. You wiped your body around, nearly smacking the damn tinsel in his face, and made a small surprised noise.
“I’ve got it,” you muffle out and he looks entirely unconvinced but, whatever, he tried anyway.
Satoru gives you a few encouraging pats on the back before heading inside, failing to realize his strength and causing you to lose your balance, making a few ornaments tumble to the ground. Thank god they’re all plastic though.
He pretends to not hear you yelling after him as he enters the double doors, immediately greeted by the scent of roasted coffee beans and leather. It’s the precious hour in the morning where nobody comes by, right after the cleaning staff had just finished vacuuming, when he struts in. He immediately spots someone vaguely familiar by the front desk. Long black hair, a red poofy bow tie in the back, and a distinctive scar across her face. The woman isn’t working alone, a man with another facial marking is next to her, brewing two cups of coffee by the espresso machine. 
Satoru looks at the woman again and outwardly smiles. “What are you doing here?”
“Ugh,” Utahime’s composure immediately falters at the sound of his voice, not that it’s a big shock. “Helping the family business, what else?” she throws back with a certain sharpness to her tone, and waves off the casual talk. “Have you even mentally prepared yourself for what you’re getting into?”
Satoru simply shrugs and saunters over to a nearby seat by the counter. “Nah, honestly just planning to fuck around till I get back.”
Utahime flushes a little, though it’s mainly from frustration. “Satoru Gojo, you really are—”
“Utahime,” the man next to her speaks, handing her a cup of coffee, and slides Satoru a freshly brewed one, too. “I can explain the details to him, if you would like?”
The older female rubs the bridge of her nose and exhales a long, overdue sigh. “Please do, Choso.”
“Yeah,” Satoru leans into the counter, lips pointed down at this new face. “Please, do tell.”
“You’re basically our little Santa helper.” A new voice rings out from behind him. It spooks Satoru from his seat and he whips his head around to be met with your narrow eyes.
“Huh?”
“Also think of this as an unpaid internship.” You start laughing when he gags on his own saliva at your statement. “Okay, you don’t have to be so dramatic about it.”
Satoru swallows. “U-Unpaid…?”
Now it’s Utahime’s turn to speak, she huffs and tosses a couple of stockings into his arms. “Your father sent us a lengthy email a few days prior regarding your bratty behavior. So, of course, we came prepared.” 
“Prepared…?” He feels the fabric in his hands and whines at the grainy texture. This is so not 100% real wool.
If Satoru thought he had any chance of actually taking over his father’s company, because he knows the difference between supply and demand, he’s wrong.
Customer service is not his forte. He’s always thrown emails and sponsorship paperwork at his many assistants, and Satoru doesn’t even know his own email log-in password. So, when you walked up to him first thing the next morning with a brown apron, the inn’s logo large and embroidered in the center, telling him how to function all these coffee machines that he’s seen behind hundreds of counters, it invoked some fear into his already wrecked nerves. Plus, no one dared to warn him about the clientele during a holiday rush.
“I want a venti peppermint frappe with two pumps of chocolate, three pumps of hazelnut, replace it with almond milk, one shot of espresso, and top it off with a drizzle of caramel on top.”
He slumps against the counter. “You sure you want all of that?”
“Can I please get a half dozen sfogliatella and a cannoli?
He starts picking at his cuticles and sneers. “Sorry, I don’t speak Italian.” 
“My change is supposed to be five dollars, you only gave me three back?”
Satoru groans. “You’re trying to scam me, aren’t you?”
By the end of his four hour shift, Satoru feels like he’s just done more charity work than he’s ever done in his life — actually, maybe this could also be comparable to the time where he did the ribbon cutting ceremony at Chanel; gotta support small businesses, right?
“Gojo.” You’re seated across from him behind the counter, arms crossed and pursed lips.
He barely spares you a glance as he idly plays whatever shitty mobile game that’s number one on the app store. “Mhm? What is it?” He clearly knows you’re upset, your voice practically screams ‘I will end you’ in the most monotonous way possible. But can you blame him? Of all places, Satoru does not want to spend his winter break here.
You jerk your head to the side, fingers rhythmically tapping away on the counter, clearly unimpressed. “It hasn’t even been a full day and you’ve managed to piss off every single customer.”
Satoru expression shifts, brow creasing, and sighs, grabbing a handful of mint chocolate from the freebie candy jar by the register. “Don’t be dramatic,” he rolls his eyes and shoves three pieces in his mouth before jabbing a finger at a young man. “I didn’t piss him off!”
You glower, cheeks slightly puffed out. “That’s Yuuji and he’s practically a family friend and Choso’s little brother, so he doesn’t count,” you explain before adding, “Plus, he’s literally nice to everyone. You’re not special.”
And for a second, Satoru considered arguing that fact. Having been born into wealth, granted whatever wish he wanted, his butlers and maids are always on speed dial, that’s the lifestyle he’s used to. Placed on this tiny rock called Earth just to take over it one day, is what his father used to always say to him. But how can he, Satoru Gojo, take over when he’s stuck working a minimum — scratch that, unpaid — wage job as punishment? 
Instead of fighting, Satoru slumps against the counter and pouts, like a little kid who just got their toy taken away. You and your sister Utahime have a clear advantage over him, by somehow being close, yet distant, friends to his family. Maybe karma is real. 
“I’m putting you on ski lessons later.”
Satoru’s ears perk at this. “Oh, so I get some employee benefits, right?”
You roll your eyes, digging deep in your pockets to pull out a sheet with his name next to a list of others. “Wrong. You’re in charge of teaching five year olds how to ski.” 
“Huh?”
Somehow that sounds even worse than being a barista. Kinda. 
By the end of his first day of unemployment, Satoru tries to convince himself that a full change of scenery is nice. Well, he has to convince himself, otherwise he’s stuck dreading each coming day for the rest of the week. 
“Tired yet, Gojo?”
You flop down on a spare armchair in his room, squishing his Canada Goose jacket underneath. He’s too tired to yell at you to get off and tumbles onto his bed, feet dangling off the edge, letting out a loud groan when his face immediately makes contact with the rough wooly blanket. Surprisingly to him, everything just feels so comfortable that the quality of the products doesn’t even cross his mind.
Sure, the air in the room is a bit musty, and he can feel his cheeks flaring up from the sudden change in temperature and the dull aching nag in his legs from demonstrating ski tricks to toddlers, but there’s an odd sense of fulfillment swelling in his chest just about now. He almost suggests taking over Choso’s lesson but, according to the hotel pamphlet, there’s going to be an ice fishing tournament tomorrow and he kinda wants to check that out, too.
“Exhausted,” he mumbles into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut. Satoru wiggles his body around for a few moments before slipping out of his snow boots and stares out the window, noticing flickering green and purple lights in the night sky. “Woah, are those…?”
He hears you laugh beside him. “Yeah, northern lights. We see them all the time during the winter.”
“Only seen them bitches in ‘Polar Express’.” Satoru finds himself saying whatever’s on his mind right now, his brain too whipped out to control his mouth. “You guys are lucky to see this every night.”
“I know you’re all pooped out from today but,” he feels the mattress dip by the edge and your fingers poking at his thighs. “Did you wanna head up to the balcony and watch them for a bit?” you say this experimentally, waiting for his reaction. 
Satoru might be a stranger to most natural phenomenons, having to zone out all the time whenever he did go on family vacations to a fancy national park when he was younger. Though, during the short time of spending his time here, it makes him think about packing up and leaving behind the fast paced city life for a bit of natural beauty and brightness.
“Carry me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re like a giant.” 
He manages to gather some energy to sit up on his elbows. “You should at least have some form of hospitality to a family friend, you know?”
You eye him for a long moment, and then finally huff, breaking the contact to kick your feet into the festive carpeted floor. “Alright, just don’t lean your whole body weight on me.”
“Wouldn’t count on that.”
Both of you end up tumbling onto the balcony rails around one in the morning. As expected, Satoru couldn’t keep to his promise, throwing his ridiculously long arms around your shoulders, and whining the whole way up the stairs. It’s not his fault that the inn didn’t have an elevator installed. In all, it’s not a bad day — a bad night, even. 
You straighten him against the railing before throwing a blanket over him. The fabric is thick and heavy, and Satoru forgets the ache in his limbs as he watches the way your eyes focus, eyebrows knitted, when you’re making sure he stays bundled up against the winter air. Once upon a time, Satoru never would’ve thought he would actually enjoy being in the company of someone who’s actively trying to teach him a lesson.
“Okay,” you say suddenly, almost like a reminder that you need to breathe, and pull away from him once he’s wrapped tightly like a swaddled baby. 
You both sit in silence for a moment, and Satoru feels the urge to fill all that silence. He supposes maybe that’s why most people find him so annoying. He never really shuts up, always wants to add the last comment to everything. Though, with the help of Suguru by his side, it’s gotten slightly easier and bearable for others but, when his head is big and full of loud thoughts, it’s so hard trying to calm the buzzing noise in his head and —
“Gojo, look,” your pointer finger darts at the illuminated skyline in the distance and he snaps his head, following the trail, before gasping.
He feels your other hand tugging at the blanket when he finally makes out two faint bright lights in the distance. You squirm slightly next to him, to the point where your shoulders touch, and Satoru finally breathes, because suddenly, there’s heat rushing in. The loud, rough winds around him seem to die down and he’s aware of the slightly gazed expression on your face as you look into the far distance.
“Did you make a wish?” he finds himself whispering.
You grin. “Yeah, gonna make you work here for eternity,” you reply back in good natured spirit.
Something stirs inside Satoru. Something important. Well, Satoru-level important, so in the grand scheme of things, not very — but still. He unravels parts of his blanket and throws it over your head, making sure that it messes up your hair, and laughs when you throw him another pout. 
“Did you make a wish?” you adjust the blanket so it covers your shoulders, moving a little closer to him, avoiding the cool breeze.
Satoru nods but presses a finger to his lips. “Not telling, though. Might not come true if I do.”
“Oh, shoot. Maybe I should’ve kept mine a secret then.”
He rolls his eyes and nudges your waist with an elbow. “You will definitely not see me here again.”
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Satoru realizes, very fast, that his life has become very different, very quickly. And it might not be the bad kind of different. 
Over the course of the next few days, he’s practically glued to your side as you’re showing him all things related to hospitality that his father tried to drill into him when he was a pre-teen. Obviously, it didn’t work at the time. Satoru’s known for being defiant just because he wanted to, and eventually his father stopped with the after school etiquette lessons. You, on the other hand, unfortunately have him tied around your fingers.
“You need to tidy up the edges more, Gojo.”
“There’s barely a wrinkle in these sheets!” He points at the bed sheet on the mattress, the one that he’d been working on for the last ten minutes in vain while you stood next to him with slightly concerned eyes. It’s a room service type of lesson today and, even though Satoru has never made his own bed before, he’s positive that he didn’t leave behind any smudges that might catch anyone’s eye.
“Did you check tuck in the sides? Or are you trying to get off easy for today?” You say, there’s a mild accusation in your tone when you speak, smiling as you step aside. 
And, despite the warm smile, Satoru frowns a little, because guess who forgot to tuck in the sides? 
When Satoru ducks his head around the mattress and sees a good loose chunk of the sheets hanging off and groans when you’re right. “It’s not my fault that they’ve made them so big for no reason,” he replies, somewhat embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head and messing up his already ruffled hair.
You roll your eyes and stick a tongue out. “You’re getting the hang of it though, maybe even faster than Yuuji when he first offered to help.”
He flushes at the unexpected praise and quickly fixes the sheets, turning his whole entire body away from your sight. “Better than Yuuji, right?”
“Oh? So, you only work better with compliments, Gojo?” You sound amused, as if a lightbulb just popped on top of your head.  
Satoru flattens out the bed once more, strangely now feeling satisfied with the final outcome before turning around, sticking out a tongue of his own. “Only if it’s from you,” he answers, honestly. 
You laugh, and hopefully it’s not at him. “I thought you would be more annoying to deal with.”
“So, I’m just regular amounts of annoying?” He points out, with a fake frown, his fingers fiddling with the edges of the sheet.
You turn your gaze, seemingly in deep thought, before responding with a small shrug and grin. “Possibly a perfect amount of annoying.”
Satoru feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, again. “Well, of course, it’s the perfect amount because I’m perfect,” he replies, instantly, but suddenly he’s shy and feels the need to go to the next room to fix their stupid sheets before he combusts in front of you.
“Gojo,” you say, almost hesitantly. 
He swallows and rubs the back of his neck, wiping off evidence of his sweaty palms. “Yeah?”
“You missed a spot,” and your pointer fingers direct at the far right corner of the bed frame. He must’ve pulled the sides too hard and it caused the other side to flip over. Ugh, he’s not cut out for this at all.
“I’m… uh, still better than Yuuji, right?”
“Mhm, getting there, Gojo.”
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By day four, Satoru has surprisingly adjusted to the rules and responsibilities. He’s not entirely sure what’s gotten him mildly well behaved, Suguru is a bit surprised by the daily updates being less… aggressive and whiny. What started as long vent paragraphs about the lack of heated flooring and needy customers, soon turned into photo albums of kids face planting into the snow and unconsented selfies with you in the background. Satoru absolutely makes sure you end up looking the worst out of the two because he’s gotta let his best friend know who’s the prettiest and he’s definitely racking up a blackmail album of all of your worst moments in case anything happens in the future. 
It’s closing time and he just got back from the reindeer shed out in the back, covered head to toe in all things hay and snow. First things first, and no one bothered to tell him, but reindeers smell bad. Like, really bad. Especially at the end of the day, where their pens are covered in shit and countless carrots and apple bits from the little kids overfeeding them. Satoru is vaguely aware of the fact that he smells, just like he’s vaguely aware that the hotel lobby is oddly quiet from the usual banter between you and the usual workers.
Utahime and Choso are sitting by the cafe bar, seemingly deep in conversation about ordering more supplies for next week. Satoru thinks about interrupting their session with probably an unrelated dumb question, but the idea dies when Utahime notices his presence and motions him to come over. 
“You stink,” Satoru casts a half-glare at Utahime and begins picking out some of the scattered hay pieces stuck to his sweater. 
“For the record, I became good friends with Rudolph and Vixen today,” he grumbles back and Choso throws him a pat on the back.
“Hey, I don’t mind your stink, by the way. Smells kinda nice,” Choso offers up, but Satoru only shoots him a very unhappy look.
“If you think I smell nice then I’m really worried about what you think smells bad,” then he turns over to Utahime again, who’s engrossed in whatever is on her clipboard right now. “So, what did you need from me?”
“My sister,” she starts and taps away at the clipboard before handing it over to him. It’s pages upon pages of invoices from the past month. “Could you hand this to her? She should be in the back.”
“You treating me like an errand boy?”
Utahime scoffs. “What? Don’t wanna see her?”
“No, I do,” he responds, a bit too fast for his own liking, and straightens out. “Uh, is that all?” Satoru hopes his face doesn’t betray how much he’s a bit excited to interact with you, given that today was a full day out in the trenches, and he absolutely needs to hear you say his name at least twice a day in order to have a good night’s sleep.
Choso is trying really hard not to laugh, and Satoru takes it as a sign that he currently has a cheesy smile on his face — go figure. “One of the corner rooms upstairs requested a weighted blanket, mind also doing that too?”
There’s a certain relief that floods through Satoru and he thinks maybe he can take on a few more tasks for the night if that means spending a little more time with you, even if his body is screaming that he needs to take a two hour long shower. 
“Hey,” he starts to say when he rounds the corner, “Where’d you put those weighted blankets again?”
Satoru expected to walk in on you neck-deep in paperwork. You’ve mentioned earlier in the week that this year would be the busiest and there’s a bunch of stuff due. Something about end of the year tax returns and inventory counts, it all goes out his ear but he remembers something similar that his father told him in a prior conversation. He thinks he could probably help you figure out some of it, but that might be a bit much.
What he walks in on, thought, is you sitting in your little makeshift office. You’re on your laptop, the screen’s tilted just right enough that he gets a glimpse of what you’re looking at. You’re looking at flights and hotels, even got a whole spreadsheet on the second monitor. From what he’s seen of you so far, you didn’t come off as the type to talk about your future that much.
His voice catches you by surprise and your expression flickers from something vaguely focused to embarrassment real quick. You hastily close out the tabs and go back to the hotel’s homepage.
“What is it, Gojo?” And there’s this awkward, oddly frantic moment of you fumbling around with the keyboard and mouse, like a teenage boy who’s just got caught looking at porn.
“Ah,” Satoru thinks seeing your flustered side is rather adorable, to say the least. “You tryin’ to plan a vacation or something?” He struts over to your desk, placing a firm hand onto the back of the chair, and there’s this smile on his face that just screams ‘gotcha’.
Your face scrunches up but it’s not out of annoyance. “Kinda?”
Even with a grumpy look, it’s a good look on you. Makes you kinda dark, brooding, and beautiful, and it turns your eyes into dark storm clouds, or some other weird, waxy poetic shit that Satoru can’t figure out the words to. Either way, Satoru thinks you look cute and can’t stop noticing your little facial movements. You’re more expressive than you would probably imagine.
“Ooh, where to?”
You sigh and start playing with your thumbs. “Malaysia. My friend told me great things about it and I’ve been meaning to go for a while now but time and money are always iffy.”
“Makes sense, I can imagine that being an inn assistant doesn’t pay all the bills.”
That was probably the wrong thing to say. You huff and glare, an icy-death glare, at him. If looks could kill, Satoru is sure that he’ll be six feet underground by now. 
“Weighted blankets are on the second floor closet by the laundry room,” you answer his initial question curtly before shutting the laptop. “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“It was just a question,” he mumbles slowly, and maybe even a little dangerously. “If money’s an issue—”
“Gojo.” Your voice is fixed and rigid, one that leaves absolutely no room for debate. “Your dad was right about you; you always just fall back to your fame and wealth.”
As you’re busy staring, Satoru realizes that you’re kinda being a total ass to him right now.
“That’s not fair,” his voice is rising and can’t seem to put a stop to the words spilling out. “Don’t bring my dad into this conversation.”
“Or what? You can go back to your privileged life anytime you want. This is just a field trip for you while others actually have to try hard and make a living.” You spit out. 
“No one forced you to become an inn worker, you know? If you’re so worried about money then you could’ve just found another high paying job.” Satoru wrinkles his nose and his volume continues to rise. 
You immediately offer him a dark glare and it comes off in a cut-throat way that shuts Satoru up mid thought. The rest of his counters die in his throat when you start making hand gestures at the office exit and he gets the hint: ‘leave before I lose my shit’ is the calling he sees.
And it works, because he finds his tone shifting a little, awkwardly kicking the floor and backing off. “Whatever…”
That was last night and, by now, Satoru is realizing that he’s kind of a giant asshole and the guilt is slowly eating away at him. Was he always like this? It couldn’t have been — he’s only met you a few days ago, and this is only meant to be a quick, ‘vacational’, getaway. Sure he might be a bit selfish and a dick, but he had been able to function perfectly fine before all of this, hadn’t he? 
Satoru’s not really sure.
It’s noon, and he’s lying in bed. Choso had asked him to cover his shift at the cafe, and he’d agreed, readily, even though it’s supposed to be his day off, because you’re working. Choso had texted him, though, saying that you had simply said you’d work the entire shift by yourself.
Of course. It’s absolutely not funny anymore.
Satoru sighs. He’s going to apologize, that’s for sure. It wounds some of his pride, yeah, but whatever, this tension between you guys, though, isn’t worth it. He finds himself wasting his entire morning away rotting in bed. There are things that he could be doing, that he looks forward to, like feeding the reindeers or demonstrating basic ski moves to little kids. Choso and Yuuji totally got him addicted to yelling out ‘pizza’ and ‘french fry’ at every chance he gets. They also got him addicted to a shitty relationship forum they both browse, but somehow the idea of reading other people’s relationship drama, when he’s facing drama of his own, is kinda mentally exhausting.
On second thought, maybe he should post on that forum, actually.
It might not be such a bad idea.
Or maybe he could reach out to Suguru and ask how to apologize? 
His best friend is a bit more grounded and attuned with other people’s feelings compared to him, afterall. Satoru’s not good at this stuff and he’s always just cut others off whenever they do argue, but this feels different. And, well, for the first time in forever, Satoru is desperate. 
“I fucked up big time and I need to apologize, help me out here?”
Suguru scoffs over the line. “Wow, what happened to saying ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’?”
Satoru rolls his eyes. “Hi, hello. How are you? How do I make a sincere apology?”
“I’m good, thank you. Now, for your request, depends on how big the fuck up is.”
He bites his tongue, finding the right words to essentially not sound like a huge dick but, no matter how he wants to rephrase it, the outcome is the same. “I might’ve implied that she’s poor and needs someone to take care of her?” It sounds so stupid, so mean, and so degrading now that he’s saying it out loud. 
He hears Suguru sucking in his teeth and sighs. After a couple of pauses, his best friend finally speaks. “That’s pretty fucked up.”
Satoru frowns. “Okay, yeah, it is,” and he sits up in his bed when a snowball makes an impact against the window. It’s Utahime. And, currently, she’s throwing him the nastiest glare that a woman has ever given him in his life. “Um, I’ll call you back, buddy…”
“What? I haven’t given you—”
“Don’t have time for unwarranted advice right now.”
“You called me!”
“Bye!” Satoru ends the call before shuffling towards the window, swallowing a hard lump, and inches the glass panel just small enough for him to hear coherently and not big enough for her to punt him across the face. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?”
But Utahime is in an obvious shitty mood and Satoru’s lack of charming antics aren’t going to work this time. “I’m going to apologize, I promise,” he tries to insist.
“This is all your fault,” she immediately gets to the point and it makes him shrink back just a tiny bit. He’s starting to see that the bluntness runs in the family. “Just get your ass to work.”
“But my shift doesn’t start till—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Utahime starts to form an even bigger snowball and raises it to the window panel. “Ass out of bed, now.”
Okay, so as much as Satoru had tried to tell himself that this week wouldn’t be bad, it’s really starting to get fucking awful.
Everyone’s in a shit mood. Yuuji tries to crack some jokes but the usual crowd isn’t having it. You’ve been throwing Satoru dirty looks while working behind the cafe counter together and he’s been put on drink duty — which is his worst nightmare — while you’re attending to the customers because you’re young and cute enough for them to be nice to you. Satoru has spilled hot coffee and chocolate on himself like four times so far, and the shift just started. He’s terrified that the rest of this week is going to be like this.
“Can we talk?” Satoru whisper shouts over the espresso machine.
He sees your shoulders tensing up but immediately relaxes them afterwards. “Did you hear something, Yuuji?”
The boy looks up from the bar counter, it’s his day off and he’s catching up on some homework, but the seemingly growing tension that’s unfolding in front of him is making it painfully hard for him to focus on anything engineering related. Yuuji scratches the back of his neck before darting his eyes back and forth between the two of you. Normally, he would be the voice of reason, but Satoru doesn’t blame him when he shakes his head.
“N-Nah, must’ve been the wind or something...” 
Great, he’s been reduced to an air draft.
“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” you agree without missing a beat. As the next customer in line spends an eternity holding everyone up, debating whether to get the seasonal muffin or french toast to go with their drink, you continue, “Thought I heard a rotten brat for a second.”
He absolutely doesn’t expect the harsh insult. Satoru widens his eyes at the outburst and there’s a small pause, the silence ticking in between everyone, and he’s sure that you’re glaring him down somewhere in a small reflection on the counter. 
Satoru debates whether to call out your name and shake some sense into you, but Yuuji quickly swallows and makes a motion with his hands to his throat, a universal signal saying — ‘I wouldn’t test the waters, if I were you’.
And, after the customer finally decides that they didn’t want any pastries with their coffee order, you finish the transaction before announcing that you’re going on a small fifteen minute break to “stretch”. Though, anyone could see that you’re planning to cool off before you manage to actually blow up in Satoru’s face.
“How the hell am I going to talk to her?” he groans to Yuuji once you’re finally away. He’s managing the cash register and, surprisingly, finishes taking the remaining orders quite smoothly compared to his first day. At least he can pat himself on the back for this. 
“You’ve really pissed her off, dude,” Yuuji replies and Satoru just rolls his eyes because that’s all he’s been hearing from everyone else all day today. “You should talk to her when she’s not… charged up.”
“Way to point out the obvious.” Sometimes he forgets that Yuuji is a bit oblivious. How is he doing so well as a mechanical engineering major? 
Yuuji makes an audible ‘pop’ and whistles. “What did you even say to her?”
Satoru groans into his hands. “Did she not tell you?”
“Well, she wasn’t exactly in a chippy mood to talk about anything this morning — outside of work, that is.”
“Here’s a little TLDR version: might’ve said something classist.”
“Might’ve?”
“Okay, definitely said something classist.”
“Then…” Yuuji drums his fingers against the counter, deep in thought. “Y’know, whenever me and Megumi fight, I always invite him out to the movies to try and cheer him up. Might not be applicable to you but…”
Satoru blinks. “Are you suggesting a date would help?”
“Maybe not a date—”
“No, I’m sorry for calling you dumb, you’re so right—a nice date might work!”
“You never called me dumb, though?”
“Yeah, okay, whatever you say, kiddo.”
Satoru unravels the ribbon on his apron and throws it in Yuuji’s general direction, not caring if he tossed the stained uniform directly in his face. He hops the counter and pats the younger male on the shoulder, flashing him a genuine smile because, hey, maybe Yuuji actually is smarter than he looks.
“Gonna totally invite you to the wedding.”
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It’s no secret that Satoru Gojo hasn’t been on a proper date in a pathetically long time.
He has swiped right on a number of highly influential celebrities and figures on dating apps before. Matched with nearly all of them. Gone on…maybe a lot of first dates with not a lot of second dates coming right after. Who cares though, everyone’s just there for the photos and followers anyway. Satoru knows that he’s attractive and that he personally loves big, lavish dates but, at this point, he knows you enough to understand you absolutely hate big gestures. 
After a short winded conversation with Suguru and Utahime, separately, Satoru has concluded on not buying you first class tickets to Malaysia. 
“Are you trying to get her to hate your guts?” Was the general consensus of the conversation with said people. 
So, what’s the next best option if he can’t fly you out to Malaysia? The answer is pretty simple — bring Malaysia to Mistle Town. And no, he’s not going to be relying on his black card for anything, even though the back of his mind is telling him otherwise. 
Choso blinks several times at Satoru’s printed out proposal. The colorful letters and Google image photos of beaches and coconuts slapped poorly onto the document screams back at Choso and Yuuji, bright and early on Christmas Eve. 
It’s unusual for Satoru to be bouncing excitedly in place for someone other than himself. So this catches everyone off guard. 
Yuuji whispers something intangible to Choso, but Satoru is able to make it out as, “Do we even have coconuts here?”
To which Choso replies, “It’s winter, so I don’t think so.”
And Yuuji moves onto the next question in queue, “What should we do about the lack of palm trees?”
A patient sigh from Choso, “We could always trim the pine trees outside?” He lamely suggests. 
“It’s a good idea, no?” Satoru jumps right back in, completely missing the flat vibe from the brothers. He frowns. “Why are you guys giving me that look?” 
And, like his best friend and your sister, the brothers throw him a confused head tilt. 
“Well,” Yuuji weakly starts, “Your plan ‘Project: Bring Malaysia here in hopes of Y/N falling in love with me’ doesn’t really sound that great… even on paper.”
Satoru grins, fully expecting that to be the response. “I’ll order the things, don’t worry about it. I just need to borrow your lungs for this project.”
Yuuji scratches his cheek in confusion, laughing nervously again. “Our lungs…?” he echos. 
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“How long do I have to keep this dumb blindfold on, Choso?”
“U-Um,” Choso shoots Satoru a brow as he carefully guides you through the hotel lobby. 
It’s currently decked out from head to toe in all things yellow, green, and pink beach themed inflatables. Choso and Yuuji reminded Satoru last night that maybe two flamingos would’ve been enough to get the message across, but seeing that he ordered a whole colony? Yeah, he’s sending the rich boy prayers as he reels you in further, avoiding collision with the colorful balloons and seven-foot tall palm trees, too.
“Choso?”
He squeezes your shoulders when Satoru shoots him a thumbs up. “Ten seconds.”
Satoru quietly walks over to both of you, tip toeing so the sounds of his loafers are minimized against the flooring. Once he’s inches away, Choso retreats off into a different room, mouthing to him words of final encouragement, which Satoru gladly took. 
You appear restless under the blindfold. “I swear to god, if I take it off and there’s a giant pile of reindeer shit in the middle of the lobby I will actually kill somebody—”
And Satoru quietly debates whether or not he wants to keep you like this for a little while before revealing the big surprise. Seeing you flustered and confused is a very cute look on you, after all. But, he’s gotten you this far and it would absolutely kill him to leave you on such a bad notice. It’s now early evening, and the sun’s just starting to set enough that the golden rays illuminate your features from this angle. It takes Satoru back to his first private meeting with you on the balcony and he remembers why he’s even doing this in the first place.
Carefully and slowly, he slips down the blindfold and softly calls out your name. “Hey, take a look around you.”
Your eyes are blown wide when you see his face. Anger and frustration dissipate from your face when you soon realize that Satoru carries a soft expression. He watches as the emotions wash off as quickly as they came. Then, you finally take a look around your surroundings and gasp. “You—You did all of this for me?”
Satoru tenses a little, a bit on the edge. “You want the short or long answer?”
You don’t notice because you’re too preoccupied with the numerous fake flamingos around you. “On second thought, maybe no answer would also work.”
He laughs at this, slightly, before turning shy again. He feels silly, ashamed, and it makes his cheeks flush. “I wanted to say sorry again for what I said earlier.”
“You finally want to talk about it?”
He looks at your idle hands and then back to your face. When he sees that you don't move them away as he inches closer, he takes both of them into his palms, giving them a tight squeeze. “Yeah, I was a big idiot and I thought I was trying to help in the beginning but I just sounded—no, I am—a giant ass.” Satoru concludes. 
The atmosphere grows quiet and heavy again. The air humid and thick despite the opened windows and you’re looking at him. Then, there are tiny little smiles that break out on your face, like freckles and stars in the sky. 
“You’re such a pillow princess,” and he outright blushes ten shades darker at the nickname, “you’re lucky you’re cute.” Coming from you, that’s as good as a love confession.
I like you, he thinks, but doesn’t say it. He really likes you and doesn’t want to fuck this up.
But, everyone knows that Satoru Gojo is a child at heart. 
Satoru doesn’t know who gives in first; realistically, it might’ve been one of those stupid, rare, impossible moments where it’s completely shared. Suddenly the gaudy blow up palm trees and inflatable pool blur from his vision and he feels the world roaring around him when your palms rest on his cheeks. He ducks his head down but you’re the one who closes the distance between. 
You taste like strawberries and lavender, smell like warm cocoa, and feel softer than any sherpa blanket he’s had. Satoru closes his eyes and his vision goes white, his hands shakily snake around your waist, pressing you hard against his chest as if you might disappear at any moment. Satoru sighs into the kiss, it feels pleasantly warm, that throb in his chest, it’s a slow, steady thrum of simmering desire and comfort. He’s pretty sure he’s adding way too much tongue, the drool and saliva that comes dripping between you two will be uncomfortable soon, but for now, it adds to the blissed out, satisfaction you’re both basking in.
Finally, you pull away, shortening yourself a good several inches from planting the rest of your feet on the ground. Your eyes are glossed over, watery and looking at him without vexation. “You’re something else.” You say, but there’s no bite.
Satoru doesn’t speak for a moment. He’s too focused on the feeling of your warm fingers sprawled all over his heating face. Too focused on the dull pulse of both nervousness and infatuation slowly spreading through his body because you’re giving him that look. This all feels romantic and stupid, he thinks.
“I’m sorry, again.” The words are quiet, hesitant, and Satoru almost regrets them the moment he speaks.
You shift around a little, now dancing on the balls of your feet, but the grasp you have on his cheeks is still relatively firm, even applying a bit of more pressure as if it’s your way of showing reassurance. You tip your head; your eyes are so vivid and bright, it sends a shiver down Satoru’s spine. In this moment, he remembers every single thing between them in shocking detail — the awkwardness, the tension, the frustration, the dumb banters, and suddenly he’s overwhelmed.
“I’ll forgive you if you give me a private city tour,” you laugh. “And come back to work with us again next year.”
Satoru offers a small smile. “Unpaid?”
“Will you say no if it is?”
He hugs you tighter, a chuckle bubbles in his throat. “I don’t think I can say no because it’s you.”
Though, while some might think that Satoru is the real loser here for being whipped so hard over a small town girl, you know that deep down the real loser is you. Because you managed to have the son of a CEO wrapped around your fingers and now you will never know peace again. But you’re not really complaining; instead, you’re working even harder to save just enough to eventually see your dream destination while Satoru whines and sends an ungodly amount of selfies everyday when he’s back home. And you won’t allow yourself to get snappy because, well, you’re very much head over heels for him, too.
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selineram3421 · 4 months
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*deep breath* Ok, someone found a loophole. Requested through messages.
Aftercare Headcanons
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Alastor/Angel/Husk X Reader
Warning! ⚠
⚠ suggestive/implied, implied nudity, fluff, implied biting/scratching/bruising, consent ⚠
So after your...ahem..activities, this is what the boys do.
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Alastor🎙
Of course he's going to treat you like a God after something so tiring. Only the best of the best for his significant other.
Everything is taken care of. Don't you dare try to lift a finger.
Can you? I mean *cough cough*
Has the bath prepared with rose petals and candles, water at the perfect temperature. He does join you.
Towels and robes folded on the counter nearby the hygiene products.
His shadows take care of cleaning up the bed and changing the sheets.
Will sometimes apologize about the marks left on your skin. Depends.. He does like some of them.
Sometimes he'll add more
Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses while you are being taken care of in the water.
And some sweet talking.
"Tu as goûté devine ma chéri/e~" (You tasted devine my darling~)
Want a massage? Of course.
Food or drinks? Already taken care of.
Once you're ready to get out of the bath, don't bother on getting up. He'll pick you up and dry you himself.
Once in your towel or robe, he'll carry you back to the now clean bed and make sure you're comfortable.
He'll dress you up too if you asked.
If not then he'll bring you your clothes, kissing you on the forehead once you have them in your hands.
No? Nothing at all?
Now you're tempting him.
"Be careful darling."
Won't do anything unless you want to.
He'll hold you close as you sleep.
Extra
Angel🕸
He'll have everything set up for you to take care of each other on the days he's not exhausted from work. Sometimes its a last minute thing.
Wipes or rags are on the nightstand. Along with some other things like a water bottle and easy snacks.
There's a towel on the bed so you don't have to switch the sheets.
He'll clean you up with those first or will scoop you up to the bathroom. Or maybe you scoop him up?
Gets the bath or shower ready while you make sure to get the face masks and robes/towels out.
Expect kisses and tickles while helping each other clean off.
Aw
Once out of the water, both of you put on your robes/towels and get the face masks.
"Fuck babe, you left marks.", he'll say after checking himself in the mirror. "Can you make more?"
You help him dry off as best as you can, giving him kisses as you go.
He might take the kissing up a notch and turn it into a make out session...
Or more
Then its face masks time!
After that, you both get ready to cuddle up in bed and watch t.v.
Fat Nuggets joins the two of you and makes themselves comfortable under one of the blankets.
Pig in a blanket
Helps you take off your face mask when noticing you getting sleepy.
Will kiss you goodnight and spoon you/or be the little spoon.
Husk🃏
He'll do what he can for you. He won't admit it but he went to Angel for some advice and bought whatever he needed to make sure you were taken care of.
He'll help you clean off before offering the shower.
A little awkward because he has not done something like this in a long time. Will start the water if you asked/or teach you how to work the water.
Is a little shy if you ask him to join you.
"You won't like the wet cat look."
He'll go get drinks and snacks if he doesn't join you. If he does join, then he'll call room service beforehand.
Expect kisses and gentle touches while in the water.
Notices that he did leave some marks.
Cat pupils go =◽^◽= > =⬜^⬜=
Let's you out first because he'll get embarrassed if you see his fur puff up after drying off.
Or you do see it and it makes you smile.
When he gets out, he sees that you've taken care of the bed sheets and opened a bottle.
Accepts the cup you offer him and sits next to you.
Feed each other snacks, maybe share a few more kisses. Might turn into a make out..
"I had a good time."
Falls asleep first while holding you and purrs.
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*screams into pillow*
~Seline, the person.
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MLS Alastor, Angel, Husk
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seungminheart · 8 months
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BETTER AND BETTER — yang jeongin
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pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, angst if you squint? bff2lovers!au word count: 10.9k warnings: 18+ mdni!!! soft dom!jeongin, brat!reader, masturbation (m&f), light manhandling, unprotected sex, one bed trope (gasp!), reader wears dresses and jeongin is very into it, he is just soooo down bad in general, this was supposed to be like 4k idk how it became this...
summary: a weekend getaway with your best friend is the cure for all your stress; at least, its supposed to be. so then, why does he end up spending the whole trip stressed instead...? OR, jeongin has been obsessed with you for years. (unfortunately for him, you are painfully oblivious to it all. guess he has no choice but to fuck the shit out of you until you notice.)
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"Yang Jeongin," you inhale deeply through your nose. "What is in your hands?"
"What do you mean?" He asks. "These are my bags."
You deadpan. "Obviously I know that! I mean, who on Earth needs three bags for a weekend trip?"
"Listen," he begins. "I know this is a foreign concept to you, but like... some of us enjoy actually trying to look good."
"Say that again," you threaten, reaching down to take off your slipper.
"Some of us—"
The slipper is off your foot before he has the chance to finish.
"Joking!" He exclaims with a giggle, taking a few bounding steps away from your reach.
"Whatever," you mutter, grabbing your single bag from the back of the car.
"Are you mad at me?" Jeongin asks, trailing after you as you begin the long trek uphill.
"Y/NNNN..." He sings, keeping in step with you despite his huge bags.
"You're so annoying," you mutter. You can already feel the burn in your legs, and the heat beating down isn't doing anything to help.
"That's not very nice to say to someone who planned out this entire vacation just for you," Jeongin points out with a smirk.
"Whatever," you huff childishly.
Your arms are already straining with the weight of your single bag. He, you notice, doesn't seem at all winded despite how heavy you imagine his bags are.
"It's not like I asked you to plan anything anyways... Why did you have to pick a place so far away?"
"Just wait," he insists. "It's worth it, I promise!"
You aren't sure how he has so much energy. The drive had been five hours—the exhaustion is already setting deep into your bones, and you didn't do anything except lounge in the passenger seat and complain about the secrecy of this trip.
To be fair, your brattiness isn't completely unearned. You didn't even know about this trip until this morning, when Jeongin ambushed you at your apartment and all but corralled you into his car.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him where, exactly, he is taking you—he remained tight-lipped on the destination, until the rocky shores of the coastline came into view and you realized he had taken you to the closest seaside town.
After countless years of friendship with Yang Jeongin, you were taken aback by how much his spontaneity continued to surprise you. It never made sense how the two of you remained friends despite your opposite nature, and yet you couldn't imagine a life without him. So, although it did annoy you to no end that he gave you no heads up about this trip, you went along with it anyways.
Deep down, you knew he planned all of this because of how stressed you had been lately. Jeongin isn't always the best when it comes to comforting you, but he tries, and you can't deny it—a weekend away to rest and recharge does sound like the perfect escape.
"That," you pant once you reach the small cottage on the top of the hill. "Was horrible."
"What do you mean?" Jeongin asks cheerfully.
"I literally hate you so much right now."
"Well," he says, grabbing your bag from you with ease. "I was going to tell you about the fun day I had planned, but I guess not..."
"Jeongin," you grit out. He fishes a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door without even sparing you a glance.
Sometimes, it is irritating just how well he knows you. Sure, it might be your fault for getting so riled up, but if there is one thing you hate more than anything, it is surprises.
Jeongin obviously knows that, and his annoying smirk is really getting on your last nerve. So much so that you hardly notice just how perfect the little cottage is.
"Yes?" He asks sweetly, his dimples on display as he flashes you an innocent grin.
You open your mouth to reply, but then he steps inside and opens the door wider, giving you a perfect view of the inside, and your words suddenly evade you.
"What..." you trail off with a gasp.
"Told you it would be worth it," Jeongin says smugly.
The interior of the cottage is whimsical, with exposed wood pillars, the sprawling bookshelf of your dreams, and a pop of pastel here and there, but what really takes your breath away is the view.
On the far facing wall, a large window overlooks the cliffside that the cottage is sat upon, and the idyllic seaside view is so gorgeous your brain starts malfunctioning.
For some reason that you are unable to place, your throat tightens. The cottage is beautiful, but it is the amount of thought that Jeongin put into it—this whole weekend—that catches you off guard.
If you had to sum it up in one word, you would say it's romantic.
Romance and Jeongin in one thought, however, is enough to send you spiraling. He's your best friend—he has been for years, and you would never do anything to compromise that. Ever. So what if your heart clenches sometimes when he's too nice, or your stomach flip flops when he looks particularly adorable, or your legs threaten to give out when you think about how much you care about him?
What the two of you have right now is perfect, and more importantly, it's enough.
"Wow," Jeongin whistles when you take too long to respond. "That good?"
"...It's alright, I guess," you throw back, the burn in the back of your throat still present even as you shrug your shoulders.
"Alright?" He scoffs. "Just alright?"
"Maybe if it didn't cost me an arm and a leg to get up here..." you trail off, walking towards the only bedroom in the cottage.
"I've seen you climb taller hills for half a bag of chips," Jeongin says.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" You call, swinging the door open.
The bed inside looks just as dreamy as the rest of the house, and you waste no time collapsing into its fluffy mattress. It is only when you take a deep inhale of the cotton that it hits you.
"Jeongin," you begin slowly. "Why is there only one bed?"
"Huh?" His head peeks through the doorframe, gaze falling on where you lie on the bed.
"Hmm. I guess there is only one."
You narrow your eyes. "And you didn't think to check before you booked it?"
The sheepish look that stretches across his face is a familiar one.
"Well, in my defense," he reasons. "I was a little distracted by trying to figure out how I was going to get you here in the first place."
"Oh my god," you groan, facepalming. "I'm best friends with an idiot."
"Hey," he pouts. "Is sharing a bed with me really that bad?"
"Yes!" You burst out.
"You answered that a little bit too quickly."
You purse your lips. That's because the last time we shared a bed I was so turned on I almost begged you to fuck me, you want to scream at him. The words are on the tip of your tongue—but then you remember that he is your best friend, and you stop yourself.
"You hog the blanket," you say instead. "And you're always so warm."
"I thought you liked that."
"Not in the middle of summer, Jeongin!"
"Whatever," he wallows. "I guess I'll just sleep on the couch, then... All alone... By myself..."
His lips pucker in a pout and you raise an eyebrow when he stares at you with wide eyes.
"You're supposed to say 'No, Jeongin, don't do that! Of course I would love to share a bed with you!'" He argues, glaring at you.
"I'm not going to lie," you snort.
He shrugs, picking up one of his bags and throwing it on the right side of the bed.
"Too bad," Jeongin sticks his tongue out at you. "It's my reward for being such a good friend."
"Um," you wrinkle your nose, shoving his bag off the bed.
"...Oh," he freezes, caught off guard by the unexpected action. You can physically pinpoint the moment his expression morphs from playful to unsure.
"Well, o-on a serious note, I'm totally fine sleeping on the couch i-if you're—"
"That's my side of the bed, you roll your eyes. "And if you hog the blankets tonight, I won't hesitate to kick you."
"Ohthankgod," he squeezes out in one breath, collapsing on the bed next to you.
"Yeah, yeah," you brush him off, snuggling deeper into the heavenly mattress. "Now leave me alone for like... two hours. I'm taking a nap."
"Um. No."
"And why the fuck not?"
Jeongin's hand wraps around your ankle. You yelp at the sensation of his warm fingers, and then you yelp again when he pulls you, dragging you to the edge of the bed.
"Let me think," he taps a finger against his chin. "Maybe because it's still the morning, and you spent the whole drive here being a little whiny baby?"
Jeongin towers over you, and your mind short circuits. The image is too suggestive—the pursing of his lips, the downturn of his gaze, not to mention the way that he is halfway straddling you, his legs on either side of your thighs, caging you in.
In another life, this position is leading to something very different. Your lips fall open with a soft puff of air, and all you can do is stare up at him.
But then you remember: he is your best friend.
"And," he continues, and a pang of guilt smacks you in the chest for having such lewd thoughts about him.
"I have a whole day planned for us. You can sleep when we come back."
You remain listless where you are and he frowns.
"Well?"
"I can't really move if you're on top of me," you say, your words coming out more breathy than you intended.
"Oh." Jeongin freezes as if he's only just realized the position you are in. "R-Right."
You aren't sure if you should be insulted by how quickly he scrambles away from you, and it does seem a little bit like overkill when he shoots to the opposite end of the room, but the further away he is, the easier it is to breathe, and so you ignore it.
"At least let me change first," you groan, pushing yourself off of the bed. "Give me five."
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"Dibs on shower first!" You holler as you step into the cottage a few hours later.
Jeongin trails in behind you, letting the keys drop slowly from his hands onto the table. Although you hadn't been too enthused about doing anything earlier, the day he had planned out for you was actually very fun.
The café-hopping in particular had been your favorite activity (if there was one thing Jeongin loved to do, it was indulge your incessant sweet tooth), but you had absolutely adored the walk down by the coast as well as the small flea market you had stumbled upon.
The day couldn't have been any more perfect. Even the weather was cooperative; the sun remained out the entire day, but a cool sea breeze sheltered you from the scorching heat of the summer, and you were thankful you had decided to wear your favorite flowy sundress out.
The only issue was that Jeongin seemed a little... distracted throughout it all.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him what was wrong. He remained tight-lipped, insisting that he was fine, that you really needed to stop worrying about him.
But even now, as he flops down onto the couch and stares listlessly at the wall, you can't help but feel a little worried. The glassy, distant look in his eyes makes your heart clench.
"Innie?" You prompt, leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom.
"Y-yeah?" He responds, finally looking at you. Except—no, he's not looking at you. He's looking somewhere past you.
To be more specific, at some distant point above your right shoulder.
"Just... Don't come in, I guess," you sigh.
He nods once.
Despite the cozy and humble atmosphere of the cottage, the bathroom is actually quite modern. A sleek marble countertop encases the pearl sink, and a waterfall shower is hidden within walls of frosted glass. Next to the shower, a large window overlooks the rolling clouds in the sky.
You turn the temperature as high as it goes and slip your dress off, letting it fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Once the water is warm enough, you step under the stream. As you go through the motions of washing yourself, your mind trails back to Jeongin.
You can't remember the last time you saw him so off. You can't remember if you've ever seen him like this, in fact.
You're not sure what is wrong with him, but the curiosity (laced with concern) gnaws at your stomach. Half an hour later, when you finally step out from under the steaming water, the thought still remains.
In a haze, you dry yourself and get dressed in an oversized t-shirt and sweats before stepping out in the living room. Jeongin is still glued to the couch, but he seems much more relaxed as he scrolls through his phone.
"Shower's all yours," you say.
When he looks up, you are relieved to find that his gaze seems much more clear and focused than it had all day. And when a groan escapes his lips and he reclines further into the couch, you know that he is definitely much better than he had been earlier.
"Stop being gross," you huff. "Go wash up so we can watch How to Train Your Dragon."
"Yeah, yeah," Jeongin gripes, but eventually pushes himself up.
"And hurry!" You call as he steps into the bedroom. "If you're not out in fifteen, I'm starting the movie without you!"
He flips you off right as he shuts the door, and you roll your eyes as you step into the kitchen.
The wide windows give you a perfect view of the sunset over the cliffs, and your stomach turns. It's so beautiful you feel like you can't breathe.
You pour yourself a glass of water and take a large gulp, a strange sense of calm setting over you. You can't recall the last time you felt this at peace—not with all the stress from work and your recently ended situationship. It only makes you even more thankful to have such an amazing friend like Jeongin.
After you finish your water, you head into the living room and begin tidying up for movie night. It only takes a few minutes to get everything ready—the blankets are laid out, the drinks are set up.
Except, when you reach for your phone to order the pizza, you find it is not there. A moment of panic washes over you, until you remember setting it down right before your shower. Which means that your phone must still be in the bathroom.
The faint sound of running water when you approach the bedroom tells you that Jeongin is still in the shower.
"Jeongin?" You knock on the door, but there is no answer. He must not be able to hear you, you think to yourself as you push the bedroom door open and step inside.
The water is louder, and you call his name out again. "Innie?"
No response still.
You knock twice, hoping that he'll be able to hear that at least, but the only reply you get comes in the form of a soft, pained grunt, as if he has just stubbed his toe.
"Jeongin, hello?"
Your hand hovers over the doorknob, a conflicting swirl of emotions welling up inside you. Should you go in? Your phone is on the counter right next to the door, and the shower is frosted glass. It's not like you would see anything, and you would be in and out so quick he wouldn't notice.
And besides, even if you did see something, it wouldn't be the first time. You don't go so many years being best friends with a person and not seeing them naked accidentally at least once.
Yeah, you reason to yourself, it's no big deal. And besides, you really wanted that pizza...
When you turn the doorknob, you're half surprised to meet no resistance. Then again, Jeongin is the type to forget to lock the door.
You push the door open slowly, breathing a sigh of relief when your phone on the counter comes into view. Your eyes drop down to the ground, and you notice that your phone isn't the only thing you left in the bathroom—you had left your dress on the ground, too.
And right next to it lies a pile of Jeongin's discarded clothes.
Your face flushes. There is something strangely intimate about seeing your clothes and his right next to each other. It's so embarrassing to be worked up over such a small thing, and you want to smack yourself for how middle-school it is that such a silly coincidence sends your heart fluttering.
Instead, you take a step inside, slowly, reaching for your phone.
Your hand has just closed around it, a sense of accomplishment-slash-relief swelling in your chest, when you hear a choked moan coming from the shower.
Your heart stops in your chest, and then starts again with a sputter.
What the fuck was that?
And then, you hear the sound again.
Your phone clatters from your grasp as ice sparks through your veins.
There's no way, you think to yourself.
There is no way you just walked in on Jeongin jerking off in the shower.
Is there?
Almost as if you're possessed, you turn towards the shower, towards where your best friend is naked and under the steady stream of water only a few feet away from you.
And even though the glass walls of the shower are frosted only from the neck down, the vague shape of his hand wrapped around himself is unmistakable.
Unbidden, a gasp slips from your lips as a strange mixture of arousal and shame hits you in the chest. Even though you can't see anything, the insinuation is enough to make your blood run hot.
And then, in the most unfortunate turn of events, Jeongin chooses that exact moment to look up.
The scream that escapes his lips would have been comical, if you hadn't also screamed. But hey, what else were you supposed to do? You didn't expect him to actually look up at you. No, actually—you didn't expect to walk in on him jacking off at all.
"W-What—?" Jeongin splutters, flushed—in embarrassment or arousal, you aren't sure.
"I'm sorry!" You screech, your face on fire as you avert your eyes by staring upwards at the ceiling. "I was just trying to get my phone!"
"Oh my god," Jeongin groans, his eyes squeezing shut. "Oh my god, this isn't happening."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" You chant. "I'm so sorry!"
You run out so fast he barely has the chance to respond, and the slamming of the door behind you is so loud it echoes throughout the cottage.
The silence is deafening as you collapse onto the couch in the living room, a hand held to your chest to help calm your racing heart.
You can't think about what you just saw—you refuse to. So, to distract yourself, you turn on the TV and raise the volume loud enough to drown out your thoughts.
Still, you find it impossible to focus on whatever is playing on the screen in front of you.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the shower fades away. Your heart races as you think about what Jeongin is doing in there for so long—did he just continue on after you ran out?
It isn't your place to think thoughts like that about him, however, so you remain seated where you are and wait for him to come out and join you.
Only, he never does. Which you should have expected. After all, is movie night really still in the cards? In your rush to escape the bathroom, you had forgotten your phone in there, so there was no pizza anyways. Not to mention the elephant in the cottage with you...
"Innie?" You peek into the bedroom, only to find him cocooned in the bedsheets, his face hidden from sight.
"Are you awake?"
He doesn't respond, but his breathing gets a little shallower at the sound of your voice.
When you settle down on your side of the bed, he rolls over to face away from you.
"Go away," he mumbles.
"Why?"
"I'm embarrassed," he whines, "and I don't want to look at you or I might cry."
"I'm sorry," you apologize immediately, a frown creeping onto your face.
"Ugh," he groans. "It's not your fault..."
"It kind of is," you point out.
He shakes his head.
"Listen," you sigh. "There's no need to be embarrassed about this, if you really think about it! Masturbating is a natural, healthy thing, and you shouldn't be ashamed of your virility."
"Shut up," Jeongin whines. "Why did you have to say it like that?"
"Because it's true!" You insist, trying to will away the image of what his hand wrapped around his dick might look like if there hadn't been a frosted pane of fucking glass between the two of you earlier.
"And besides," you continue. "We're best friends. I've seen you do loads of embarrassing things. Jerking off in the shower doesn't even make the top five."
"Gee, thanks," his face is still buried under the sheets, but you don't have to see it to know that he is rolling his eyes.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll pretend I never saw anything," you tell him.
He is silent for a moment.
Then, he throws the covers off of himself and sits up, looking you dead in the eye.
"Whatever!" He exclaims finally, pouting at you. "It doesn't matter anyways."
"Exactly!" You nod vigorously. "And besides, it's not like I saw much."
Strands of his damp hair cling to his forehead, and his brow furrows.
"Your loss," he shrugs. "I'm, like, insanely hot."
You scoff at how serious he looks. "You're so annoying."
"And you're a perv," he snarks back.
"Fuck you," you bite.
"You wish!"
"Shut up," you deadpan. "Now, are you done being a baby? We still have a movie to watch."
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The next morning when you wake up, it is with buttery sunbeams on your face and Jeongin's dick against your back.
In your half-awake haze, you haven't quite processed where you are. The last thing you remember is falling asleep on opposite ends of the bed after a very emotional rewatch of Jeongin's favorite movie.
And now? Well, it's safe to say that distance was not maintained throughout the night.
In this moment, there are only three truths: a warm, heavy arm is splayed over your torso, pinning you to the bed. Something solid is firm and hard against the small of your back. And when you roll your hips upwards against it, a muffle moan sounds behind you.
The noise is so enticing that you can't help but roll your hips again, relishing the feeling.
Only, half a moment later, do you realize what exactly it is—who exactly it is. Your eyes snap open.
Now, there are four truths: Jeongin's arm is wrapped around you, his dick is hard against your back, you are insanely turned on... And you need to get away from him before he wakes up.
Despite your racing heart, you try you best to pry his arm off of you gently. You can't imagine the embarrassment (on both your parts) if he was to wake up right now. Especially not after last night.
Thankfully, though, he remains asleep once you escape his grasp, stretching out his limbs. Your skin is flushed as you stand over the bed, and you can't help but feel like a creep. First, you accidentally walk in on him jerking off, and then you rub yourself all over him while he's sleeping?
You are the worst friend ever.
Shame washed over you as you hurry into the bathroom. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you spend longer than usual on your morning routine. So maybe it doesn't take ten minutes to tone your face, but you are still dazed with arousal and embarrassment, both of which cause you to move slower than usual.
Thirty minutes later when you walk back into the bedroom, you find Jeongin awake and scrolling through his phone.
"Hey," he greets you, his messy hair falling into his eyes.
"Hi," you say back, hoping you don't sound as awkward as you feel.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks innocently. Your face heats up.
"Y-Yup!" You exclaim.
Jeongin's gaze lingers on you, his lips pursed.
"Anyways," you continue quickly. "What's the plan for today?"
"Oh," he visibly brightens. "Well, I was thinking we could take a walk around town, and then maybe do a boat tour in the afternoon, if you're down for it?"
The bashful way he asks you makes your heart melt, especially with the dangerous knowledge that he's probably already booked the boat tour, just in case you say yes.
"That sounds great," you tell him.
He grins and his eyes disappear behind his dimples, which in turn makes you want to disappear.
"Great," he says happily. "What d'you say we leave in an hour?"
"An hour?" You raise a brow teasingly. "You sure that's enough time for you to get ready?"
He scoffs, pushing himself up from the bed. "Don't be rude."
"Better get a head start," you call as he walks towards the bathroom. Predictably, he sticks his tongue out in your direction before letting the door shut.
As Jeongin gets ready, you rifle through your bag, trying to decide on an outfit for the day. The weather is nice and sunny, and it doesn't take long for you to decide on a dress, similar to the one you wore yesterday: this time, it is light green, short, and flowy enough that you won't have to worry about overheating.
In the time it takes him to finish getting ready, you manage to work your way through an ungodly amount of true crime Youtube videos. You are stretched out on the bed, stomach down, as a mukbang-style recount of a serial killer spree plays on your phone when Jeongin finally walks out of the bathroom.
"Finally," you complain, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. "Are you ready?"
He takes a moment too long to respond, and concern washes over you. When you look up at the way he is all but gaping at you, that concern only intensifies.
"Oh..." Jeongin stutters, frozen in the doorway.
"What?" You ask, self-conscious under his piercing gaze. "Is there something wrong?"
Your brow furrows as you look down at yourself, trying to figure out if your clothes are inside out, or if there is some horrific toothpaste stain that you managed to miss. However, a quick perusal of your outfit indicates that nothing seems to be out of place.
You look back up and Jeongin is still staring.
"Does it... Does it not look good?"
This was your first time wearing this dress. You bought it a few months ago when it caught your eye in the store, hoping that maybe you'd get to dress up and look nicer than usual. It wasn't something you did often but you had just started seeing someone new back then, so you thought—well, why not?
"Jaehyun didn't like it much," you blabber on. "But I thought it was fine. Although, maybe it does look a little off... Should I change? I should change, right?"
Jaehyun was a nice guy, for all intents and purposes. You met him through a friend of a friend, and when he asked you out you said yes immediately, if only because you were bored and desperately in need of a distraction from your turbulent feelings for your best friend.
You liked him well enough, even if he did sometimes say things without thinking. Like how he didn't think green suited you, or that he thought you looked infinitely better in pants instead of dresses. When things ended with him, you weren't too torn up about it, however, so you must not have liked him that much.
At the mention of your ex, Jeongin scoffs.
"That asshole? Don't listen to anything he says. You look great... Beautiful, really."
Your cheeks heat up at the fervor in his voice.
"R-Really?"
He nods vigorously.
"Thanks, Innie..." You mumble.
He is still standing in the doorway, but whatever spell he is under seems to break as he looks at you. Suddenly shy under his gaze, you avoid eye contact as you fidget with the hem of your dress.
"If you don't mind me asking..." Jeongin hesitates. "Why did you end things with him, anyways? Not that I'm complaining! You just, y'know, never really told me what happened."
"Oh, I didn't end things," you say. "He did, actually."
"What?" Jeongin hisses as if he has been physically hit.
You nod.
"Why would he do that?" The genuine disbelief in his voice, as if he can't possibly wrap his mind around what you are saying, floors you. He sounds so personally offended, and you can't help but smile at what a loyal friend he is.
Then his question actually registers and your smile fades away, discomfort churning in your stomach.
"He, uh," you pause. "Well. He didn't like... How close you and I are."
"You're joking."
You shake your head.
Jeongin's eyes are wide and he asks, "did he, like, tell you to choose between me and him?"
He laughs slightly at the end as if it is a joke, but you remain silent.
"No way," he says. "No way."
"Yeah," you suck in a breath. "That was pretty much my reaction, too."
"What an asshole," he scoffs. "Why did you even stay with him for so long?"
There is an edge to his voice, and your brow furrows.
"Because he was nice, and I liked him," you say, slightly irritated at the accusation in his tone.
"Really?" He pins you with a look, as if to say he doesn't think the reason is good enough.
"Yes, Jeongin, and he liked me too. Why else do people see each other?"
"Well it doesn't sound like he liked you that much," Jeongin mutters.
You frown, not liking the way his words pierce you. Maybe it was true that Jaehyun didn't like you that much. But he did like you, which was more than you could say about Jeongin. Who was he to have an opinion on your love life? He might be your best friend, but you don't appreciate the way he is judging you right now—especially for something that is well and truly over.
"I..." You feel more vulnerable than you would like. "You asked what happened and I told you. Why... Why are you mad at me for this?"
"I'm not mad at you," Jeongin says automatically, and his words are softer, lacking the heat they had only moments before.
"It sounds like you are..."
"No," he inhales, chewing on his lip. "God, no. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at him."
"Really...?" You ask dubiously.
"Really!" Jeongin exclaims. "It just pisses me off that he treated you like that. Like, who does he think he is? God, he's always been such a dick!"
You pause, taking in the taut lines of agitation on his face. By now, he has abandoned his position in the doorway in favor of pacing around the room.
"What...?" You say, lost. "But I thought you liked him!"
"Uh, fuck no," he rolls his eyes. "I've never liked him. Literally anyways could treat you better than he did."
A moment passes.
"I could treat you better."
Your breath catches in your throat.
Under any other circumstances, his words would seem normal. You might have been able to brush it off as a joke, maybe even laughed a little.
But the earnest way he is looking at you, the resolute way his hands wring together as he looks at you—really looks at you, tells you that there is more to what he is saying.
HIs pacing has come to a halt, and even from the opposite end of the room, you can see the uneasy rawness in his expression.
"What..." You hiccup. "Why do you say that?"
He considers your question for a moment, a thousand thoughts brewing in his head. It seems as if he is on the precipice of two impossible choices. Then, he takes a steely breath and nods.
"Because I mean it."
The words leave his lips and your heartbeat quickens.
"I don't understand..." You say faintly.
Frustrated, Jeongin runs a hand through his hair. His pacing resumes and he fidgets with his fingers as you watch, unsure what he is going to do next.
"Am I really...?" He mutters, more to himself than to you. "Really...? Okay, yeah, I am."
As you watch, he rolls his shoulders back and then sets his eyes on you, walking over and taking a seat on the bed next to you.
He is close enough that your things are touching and your heart stutters at the imploring look in his eyes. His hand wraps around yours, pulling it into his lap.
You look down at your joined hands, and then up at him again.
"Jeongin?" You ask tentatively.
"Just..." He practically chokes, his eyes sliding shut.
"Are you okay?" A concoction of worry and anticipation swirls inside you.
"Yeah, okay. I'm just going to say it."
"Okay."
"This is kind of embarrassing," he laughs. "I mean, why is this so hard? You literally just walked in on me with my hand around my dick yesterday but this seems, like, ten times worse."
Heat shoots through you.
"W-What...?" You breathe unable to stop the way your gaze drops to his covered crotch, only a few inches away from your joined hands.
Jeongin had decided on wearing jeans today, the baggy dad-fit kind, and although they are loose, you can't help but imagine what might lie underneath.
"Wait..." Jeongin says. "Are you staring at my dick right now?"
"What? No!"
"Really? It sure looks like you are."
"There's a stain," you fib, dragging your eyes away from him.
"I just bought these two days ago."
"Okay," you inhale. "Fine. Maybe I was. But also, y'know, maybe I wasn't."
When you look at his face, a small smile threatens to break out across it.
"D'you want a closer look?" He teases.
You scoff, yanking your hand out of his.
"Weren't you saying something?" You ask pointedly.
"Sorry, you're right," he nods, gently taking your hand back. Except this time, he pulls the rest of you along with it, dragging you flush onto his lap.
Your cheeks flush immediately, but Jeongin doesn't seem at all embarrassed by this new position.
"I'm trying to confess my feelings for you right now," he continues. "We can talk about my dick later."
"You're... what for me?!"
He raises a brow, surprisingly calm.
"Feelings," Jeongin says slowly. "I have them. For you. Romantically, y'know."
You scoff. "Don't be condescending. I heard what you said!"
"I was just trying to help," he tells you innocently. "You seemed confused.
"Because I am!" You cry. "What are you saying? Y-You can't be serious."
"Yes, I am," he rolls his eyes. "I like you, a lot, in case you couldn't tell."
You gape at him.
"And you must like me too," he adds, "considering the way you were just staring at my dick."
You glare at him, unable to fight the fierce heat that rises to your cheeks even as you break your hand free from his grasp once again.
"Shut up," you groan, placing your hands square on his chest. A teasing smile stretches across his face, and then slowly slips away as you wiggle in his lap, trying to get off of him.
Jeongin's breath catches in his throat and his hands automatically drift to your hips, holding you in place.
"Let me go," you whine, increasing your efforts. "You're saying weird things and I, like, need a moment."
"Oh my god. You need to stop doing that."
"Doing what?" You snark.
He looks at you pointedly, a dark look in his eyes, and you wriggle some more, until—
"Oh," you gasp, surprising by the hard feeling poking against your thigh. "Jeongin, w-what the hell?"
"It's not my fault," he groans. "I told you to stop! And you look so good in this stupid dress I-I couldn't help it..."
"I don't understand," you stutter, arousal shooting straight to your core. "Where is this coming from?"
"You can't be serious," Jeongin mutters, and against your will, you squirm at the hoarse quality of his voice.
"—Fuck, please don't do that."
He sounds physically in pain, and you inhale sharply as his grip tightens on your hips, bruising as he holds you in place. His hands are so big—a fact you have always known, but seems somehow unavoidable now that they are holding you down on his lap.
"I—" You begin.
"You really had no idea how I feel about you?" Jeongin asks, pulling you closer to him. "Like, at all?"
"Oh," the moan escapes your lips at the delicious drag of your clothed core against his leg.
"Fuck, I wasn't going to tell you like this," he mumbles, his head falling against your shoulder. "I wasn't going to tell you at all. But I just—"
He inhales.
"I wanted to do this the right way, at least," Jeongin's jaw clenches.
"You are definitely doing this the right way," you say lowly, and then immediately blush afterwards. The words weren't supposed to come out, but his fingers tighten on your hips, and your thighs tighten around his leg.
"Shut up," he huffs, but there is a burgeoning hope underlying his tone. "I'm trying to be romantic here."
You consider his words. This position is making you delirious—you have always dreamed of this, Jeongin under you... no, Jeongin having feelings for you. It's euphoric, knowing that he actually cares about you the way you care about him. But the heat building up in the pit of your stomach is increasingly distracting, and all you want to do right now is grind down and get some relief.
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, and then look up at him with wide eyes.
"You can be romantic after you fuck me," you say boldly.
A muffled groan escapes his lips and his hips ruth shallowly upwards at your words.
"Don't say things like that," he whines. "I—"
"Yes?" One of your hands creeps up his thighs.
"No," Jeongin glares at you. He snatches your sneaky wrist, yanking it away from you, and his unforgiving grip only sends another shot of arousal through you.
"If I fuck you," he breathes, "it'll be after I tell you how I feel."
You perk up. "So that means you are going to fuck me?"
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "Not if you keep acting like a brat."
You raise a brow wordlessly, and Jeongin's hold on your wrist loosens at the look in your eyes.
In this position, your dress is ridden up to the top of your thighs, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. You don't miss the way that his gaze travels up your legs, snagging on the green material as he chews on the inside of his cheek.
A mischievous, horny half-thought forms in your head. Your hands drift to the hem of your dress, and then before he can stop you—or worse, before you can stop yourself—you tug it up high enough to put your lace panties on display.
"Y/N." Your name is a choked whine as it leaves his lips.
"Yes?"
Jeongin takes a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ceiling in an attempt to collect himself.
"I don't—I mean, I want—" He struggles.
"Is something wrong, Innie?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I like you, but you're being so fucking difficult. Can't you wait, like, two minutes?"
"Oh my god, shut up," you breathe finally, squirming closer to him. "You like me, I get it! I like you too, obviously. I would like you better if your dick was inside me, but whatever. Can we fuck now?"
Your hand inches up his thigh again, and this time he doesn't have the chance to stop you before you're dragging a finger along the crotch of his jeans.
Half a sigh escapes his lips and then he grabs your hand, adjusting your grip so that you are fully palming him through the thick material.
"If you're going to be a brat," he groans, "at least do it right."
A wicked grin stretches across your lips.
"Gladly."
You reach for his zipper, eager to get his pants off so you can feel the full weight of him in your hands. But before you have the chance, Jeongin's hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you down to his lips.
"You—" he presses his lips against yours, hard. "—are such—" The words vibrate against your lips and you fight the urge to whimper, "—a tease."
"I'm trying to touch your dick," you pout between kisses.
Technically, you are touching his dick, but it's not enough. Not since yesterday, when the tantalizing what if wormed its way into your mind. It is pure torment, knowing all the lies between you and your prize is one measly layer of denim.
It is even more annoying that Jeongin has decided to distract you with pecks on the lips that are surprisingly tame, considering that he is insanely hard beneath you.
"And I," he glares, "am trying to tell you how much I adore and admire you."
The effect of his resolve is half-lost when his eyes flicker down to your chest, glazing over in lust as he stares at the shape of your body.
"Do that later," you hiss.
Your efforts with your hands are momentarily forgotten as you focus your attention solely on his lips.
Determined to deepen the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself as close as you can, scooting up in his lap and molding the front of your body to his.
In this new position, your core is directly over his clothed cock and you grind down on him at the same time that you lick a long stripe against the seam of his lip.
Your actions have the desired effect when Jeongin's lips part in a soundless moan. His willpower quakes when your tongue slides into his mouth, and the way he kisses you back is sloppy, as if he is trying to swallow you whole.
But then, almost too quickly, he remembers himself. With a surprisingly sexy amount of self control, he manages to pull himself away from you.
A small whine escapes you and your lips try to follow his, but Jeongin's hand wraps around your throat and holds you where you are.
"Who said you could do that?" He asks. His lips are red and swollen as they turn upwards in a foreboding smirk.
"Sorry, I didn't know I needed permission to kiss you," you scoff. "Or did you not like it?"
"Oh, I liked it," Jeongin says, unaffected by your taunt. "What I would like more is for you to shut up and actually listen to me, but it's okay. We'll get there eventually."
"Sure," you roll your eyes.
A competitive glint steals its way into his gaze. "Is that a challenge?"
"And if it is?"
"Mmm, baby, I was hoping you would say that."
And then, before you can react, he pushes you roughly off of him. Not expecting the motion, you fall into a heap on top of the bed sheets, a gasp caught in your throat.
When you look up, Jeongin peels his shirt off, maintaining eye contact even as he settles against the headboard, palming himself through his pants.
"That wasn't very nice," you push yourself up onto your knees.
He raises a brow, his gaze raking up and down your body.
"Why are you so far away?" You complain. "I thought you were going to fuck me."
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?"
You can't deny how hot it is, being so close but so far away, able to look but not touch him. There is something vaguely humiliating in the distance between the two of you, and Jeongin's heated gaze pins you in place.
"Patience is for losers," you huff childishly. "Are you going to touch me or do I have to do all the work myself?"
You realize your mistake a moment too late.
"Hmm, you're right," he muses. "Why should I touch you when you can do it yourself?"
It's too late to take it back, and you refuse to beg, so you keep your mouth shut.
"It's only fair, don't you think? You saw me, now it's my turn."
Jeongin's innocent smile coupled with his sharp words is enough to set you alight.
Still, you hesitate, your lips parted in a half 'o' as you consider his words.
"Touch yourself for me, or I won't touch you at all."
"Ugh," you whine finally, seeing the promise in his eyes. "Fine."
"Don't be a brat," Jeongin warns.
You can't help but roll your eyes, and yet when you bring your hand down to your clothed core, a shy flush works itself onto your face.
It isn't like you have never touched yourself before, but you can't remember the last time you had such a rapt audience, and it isn't just anyone watching you—it's Jeongin.
There is a sort of thrill to the way he stares you down, strong desire evident in his gaze even as he remains perfectly still. That thrill is then only heightened by the fact that you are still completely clothed, your skirt flipped up so that he has a perfect view of what is underneath.
With a deep breath, you run a hesitant finger once over the fabric of your panties, then twice. Jeongin is only able to watch your timid ministrations with a singular focus, and it emboldens you enough to push the thin fabric covering you to the side.
He inhales sharply at the sight.
"Oh my god," the strangled words barely escape his mouth, and you don't miss the way he squeezes himself tighter.
You lick your lips at the sight and slowly trail a finger down, circling yourself bare with small, light figure eights.
"Does that feel good?" Jeongin asks, and the eagerness in his voice surprises you. His voice is steady, and if you weren't able to see his blown out pupils for yourself, you would think that he was genuinely, objectively interested in the answer to the question.
"I guess..."
Even though you are insanely turned on, your fingers aren't doing much for you right now. You have always needed something else—a toy, a helping hand, anything—to help you get off this way. Jeongin's surveilling gaze is certainly helping, but predictably, you can't help but feel a little bit stuck.
"You don't sound very sure." You aren't sure how he manages to sound both condescending and caring at the same time.
Your lip snags between your teeth in frustration.
"It's... It's not enough."
"Hmm," he remains still.
"Jeongin..." His name comes out breathy.
"Aww," he coos. "D'you need some help?"
"You're so annoying," you growl.
"And you're so mouthy," he rolls his eyes and a hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you towards him.
In only a second, you all but fall onto his lap. You can't help the moan that escapes you at his manhandling, and his lips twist in a smirk when he hears it.
"Is this better?" He teases.
Your thighs lay over his, but your core is far away from where you want it to be most: flush against his dick. In an attempt to get closer, you wriggle your hips, but Jeongin's hands come down and hold them firmly in place.
"Can you get off like this?"
You glare at him. The tone in which he asks the question hints that he already knows the answer is no.
"Try," he says, "and maybe if you're good, I'll give you a reward."
Frustrated, you bring two fingers down to your clit and continue your slow circling, faster this time as you teeter between the desire to ease the pressure and the desire to defy Jeongin.
"Wanna know what I was thinking about yesterday?" He asks casually, his eyes focused again on the languid movement of your fingers.
"H-Huh?"
"When you walked in on me," he clarifies.
"Oh."
"I was thinking about you," Jeongin says. "You and that stupid fucking dress you were wearing."
Your breath catches in your throat and you clench around nothing. his eyes are dark and his hand drifts down to squeeze himself as he continues.
"Every time you wear one of those dresses," he inhales, tugging on the hem of your skirt, "It makes me lose my mind. Did you know that?"
You bite your lip, your fingers pressing down harder against you.
"They're just so... ugh." He pants, squeezing himself tighter. "It would be so easy to flip it up and have my way with you."
His words are torture, especially with the devout way he refuses to touch you. You breathe shakily, trying to ignore the way his voice goes straight through you.
"Just one move, mmm, and you could sit on my dick, anywhere you want. Nobody would even have to know."
His hips rut upwards, and you know that he isn't as unaffected as he seems.
"Would you like that?" He asks. "I bet you would."
"And who said I would let you?"
His eyes darken.
"I-I mean, you'd have to earn it first," you lick your lips.
"Earn it?" he murmurs. "How? Like this?"
And then he pulls you forward so that your body is flush with his. The position is reminiscent of a few moments ago, when your tongue had been down his throat, but this time Jeongin's lips go straight for your throat and his fingers make their way to your core, pushing yours out of the way.
"Oh."
It astounds you just how different his hand feels from your own. He keeps the same pace as you, and yet arousal sparks through your veins in a way that you have never been able to achieve on your own.
"You're so wet," he says against your skin, sucking a bruise under the curve of your jaw. "How are you this wet?"
That, of course, only sends more arousal shooting down to your core, gushing against his fingers, and his eyes roll back.
"You're so hot. Oh my god."
"Keep talking like that," you sigh, "and you'll definitely earn something."
"Like what?" His hips roll up right as he presses down deeper and you swear you almost black out.
"S-something like your dick in my mouth, maybe."
"Ugh," Jeongin hisses, and his hand stills.
"What—?" You quiver on his lap from the sudden loss of sensation.
"Sorry," his eyes screw shut and his hand move to your hips, repositioning you on his lap so that you are no longer directly on his dick.
"I—hmm, I need a moment."
"Did I do something wrong?" You ask, dazed.
"No!" Jeongin exclaims immediately. "It's just..."
He purses his lips, a light blush rising to his cheeks.
"Yes?"
"I was like, two seconds away from coming in my pants, and that would have been so embarrassing."
His confession is surprisingly candid for how abashed he sounds.
"Oh my god," you whimper, clenching down on nothing. "That's so hot."
"Fuck. You're like, insane. What the fuck?"
You narrow your eyes. "We've been best friends for years. You're only realizing that now?"
"I was a little distracted by other things about you," he breathes against your neck.
You huff, a retort ready, but then his mouth is on you again.
"C-Can you just fuck me already?" You whine instead. "I—I need to feel you or I'll die."
"You're so dramatic," he rolls his eyes.
Your hands have a mind of their own as they travel down to his pants, squeezing him through them. His head falls into the crook of your shoulder with a moan, but he doesn't stop you even as you drag the zipper down.
And then, he lets out the most delicious sound as you reach into his boxers and wrap your fingers around the head of his cock. The weight of it feels perfect in your hands and you waste no time in pulling him out of his boxers.
Your mouth goes dry at the first real look at him. He's big, bigger than you thought he would be, and you are dizzy at the thought of it.
How would he feel inside you? Would be even fit? The heat inside your chest sparks further.
"Stop looking at me like that," Jeongin grinds out.
You watch in awe as you give him an experimental stroke and his mouth drops open. Another stroke, and a strangled moan leaves his lips.
Curiously, you run a finger over the tip, gathering his precum before running your hand down his shaft once more.
"Oh my god," he moans into your shoulder. Jeongin's gaze is focused on your small hand moving over his cock, and your gaze is focused on face and the small reactions he gives you.
"You're evil," Jeongin hisses after a particularly vindictive squeeze.
"And you're hot," you say.
"O-okay, that's enough—"
He halts your hand, unwrapping your fingers from his cock. His face screws up and his hips unconsciously follow your touch as it leaves, but he remains steady when he pulls you away.
"But—" you pout.
"You can do that later," Jeongin breathes. "Unless you would rather I come in your hands instead of inside you?"
"No," you shake your head quickly. "The second one. Let's do that one."
A smirk slips across his face and then one hand is on your hip again, pulling you even closer as the other wraps around the base of his cock.
"I'm going to..." he breathes. "Can I fuck you now?"
"Hmm..." You tap a finger to your chin. "i dunno, what happened to not fucking me until you told me how you feel?"
"I hate you, that's how I feel," he mutters, his brow furrowed.
"I don't think so—oh."
Your taunt trails off as he brushes the head of his dick against your core. The feeling of him hot in between your legs is enough for you to whimper.
"Let me fuck you," he says again. "Please?"
You nod, lightheaded as he continues to rub his cock against you.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, fuck me."
"Thank god," he breathes.
His fingers hook your panties even further to the side and then you lift your hips up so that you are hovering just above him. With an unsteady breath, Jeongin positions his dick right at your entrance.
He looks up at you, his pupils blown out with lust.
"Ready?" He asks in a voice that is surprisingly tender.
You nod again, and then slowly sink down on him.
"Fuck," he chokes out.
The stretch is unfamiliar, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. You knew he was big, but the burn of him opening you up still catches you off guard.
Jeongin notices your expression immediately, and his hands on your hips stop you in your path.
"Are you okay?" His voice is laced with concern.
"I'm good. Just—so big."
"Sorry," he whispers. "We... we don't have to do this right now."
"No!" You shake your head. "No, I want to. Just... give me a second."
He nods understandingly.
"Take your time."
He is barely even halfway inside you at this point, but you breathe in through your nose as you wait to adjust to his size. A few moments later, the burn fades mostly away into a dull ache, which then gives way to the threads of arousal that had previously been wrapping around you.
All it takes is one look at Jeongin's wrecked expression for that arousal to increase tenfold. You can feel yourself growing wetter at the expression on his face, and then he groans, and you know that he must have felt it too.
"What—" He begins, but his sentence breaks off into a moan as you roll your hips forward and then slowly push yourself downward once more.
"You—oh, you feel so..." Jeongin blabbers.
"Yes?" You ask, pleasantly surprised as the pain slowly fades into pleasure.
"So good," he gasps. His eyes are unfocused, and when you finally are able to take him fully to the hilt, he squeezes your hips.
"You're—" he breathes. "You're doing so well."
The praise sends more heat through you and you unintentionally clench down on him.
"Holy shit," he whines.
"You're so big," you hiss.
He nods quickly, and you aren't sure if he heard what you said.
"Can you," he begins. "Well, I mean, whenever you're ready, can you maybe move?"
"O-only because you asked so nicely."
And then, quicker than he can process, you lift yourself up and swivel your hips downwards.
"Oh," you both moan at the same time.
Experimentally you repeat the motion, and a shot of heat moves through you when it garners the same reaction. It doesn't take long before you have built up a steady rhythm, riding him as he moans beneath you.
"Where—oh, where d-did you learn how to do this?" He pants, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You tease, breathing heavy from both pleasure and exertion.
"You're so good," he murmurs against your neck, moaning when you roll your hips a way that allows him to reach inside deeper than before. "So, so good, oh my god."
His mouth moves to your throat, placing sloppy kisses up and down the column of your neck.
"You're so pretty like this. And I'm the only one who gets to see, hmm?"
"Yeah," you breathe. "O-only you."
The force of your riding allows the skirt of your dress, previously rolled up to your torso, to fall back down. There is something sensual and dirty about the way that you are both still clothed—you, with your panties haphazardly pushed to the side and him, with his cock just barely pulled out of his pants. It makes you go crazy, how you can't even see the way you sink down on him because of all the fabric in between.
"Jeongin," you whimper. "I—oh my god, you feel so good, I think I-I'm close..."
"Already?" He teases, panting as he sucks a bruise against your jaw.
You nod, your movements getting more and more sloppy as the pleasure builds.
"I—" you moan, but the build is too slow to actually push you over the edge. "I can't."
The frustration in your voice has Jeongin thrusting upwards to meet the roll of your hips.
"Not enough?" He asks, and you nod pathetically.
He pulls away, his hands on your hips moving to stop you. You are so fucked out that you hardly notice that he is pulling out of you until you feel the glaring absence of him.
"What—" You whimper, close to tears at the visceral loss.
"Shh," he soothes, swallowing your words with a chaste kiss to the lips. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going to take care of you."
Jeongin's tongue peeks out of his mouth as he pushes you down, slowly, until you are laid flat on your back. A small whine builds in the back of your throat and you fist the sheets beneath you, not really knowing what is going on except that Jeongin was fucking you and now no longer is.
Then, before you even have to ask, he is back at your entrance, pushing into you.
This time, it is much easier to accommodate the stretch. His first stroke is enough to bring you back to the precipice you had been on earlier, and Jeongin chokes audibly when you clench down on him.
"So tight," he grunts, thrusting into you again. "You feel like heaven."
You bite into the heel of your palm as the whimpers begin to build up in your throat.
"Don't do that," Jeongin groans, his next stroke languid and deep enough to have you seeing stars.
His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth.
"Wanna hear you," he pants. You moan as he thrusts into you again, somehow even deeper. "Yeah, just like that."
His fingers push your palm flat against the bed next to you, and then gently intertwine with yours, an intimate juxtaposition to the precise snap of his hips above you.
"You're so beautiful," he groans. "I like you so much."
"Jeongin," you whimper when he brushes against your g-spot. "I-I'm close. Please, please."
"Yeah?"
"M-more," you nod, your eyes glazed over.
The frantic pace that he builds up has him moaning as he pulls your hips towards him.
"You look so perfect like this," he gasps. "I'll never be able to look at you in a dress again without thinking of this, fuck."
His fingers fist the hem of your dress, pushing it up until it bunches just under your chin.
"Close," you whisper. "Sososo close, oh my god, please Innie..."
"Are you gonna come?" He asks. "It's okay baby, come for me. Please, wanna feel it."
His movements are jerky now but you hardly notice because his words are enough to finally push you past your breaking point. One more well positioned thrust right against your g-spot has you seeing white, and with a gasp of his name, you come.
"Fuck, oh my god," his eyes screw tight. "You feel so good, so, so, so good. Holy shit, how are you even real?"
The words sound fuzzy as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
It is only a few moments, once you have finally come down from your high, that you are able to get a good look at Jeongin. His pace is still fast as he fucks into you, and you can't help but cringe away from the oversensitivity. But then, when you notice his flushed face and his taut eyebrows, you decide that the slight sting between your thighs is worth it.
After all, he looks so hot like this—frantic and desperate and so, so close.
"I'm gonna come," he gasps. "Where can I come?"
You blink slowly, wanting to engrain the image of him into your brain forever.
Then, you look up at him with wide eyes, and instead of responding, you simply open your mouth and stick your tongue out immediately.
"Fuuuuck," Jeongin groans. "Don't do this to me, holy shit."
He thrusts shallowly into you once more, and then swiftly pulls out, positioning himself over your mouth.
"You're not real," he says, "I—god, you're so hot."
He jerks himself off quickly, precisely, and with a gasp, he comes. You make sure to get every last drop, licking your lips slowly while maintaining brutal eye contact.
"Fuck," he whispers to himself, and then collapses on the bed next to you.
"So..." you say a few moments later. "What was that you were saying about how much you adore and admire me?"
"Sorry, what are you talking about?" Jeongin shoots back.
You roll over to face him, a pout stretched across your lips.
"Innie..."
He glares at you. "Oh, so now you want to talk about feelings."
You twirl a strand of hair around your fingers, looking away from him.
"You're such a brat," he groans, pulling you closer so he can wrap an arm around you. "...It's really unfortunately that I like you so much."
The grin that stretches across your face is blinding.
"I like you too," you add. "Y'know, just for the record."
"Really? I thought you fucked all your friends like that."
"Just the special ones," you simper.
"Whatever," he says, but then presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
You melt into his embrace, feeling more content than you had for weeks.
"Anyways," Jeongin declares. "As fun as that was, I think we need to get cleaned up quickly now."
"For what?" You ask, confused.
He raises a brow, pushing himself up. "We still have that boat tour to go on."
"...You're not serious."
You follow suit, sitting up so you can stare at him.
"Oh, I definitely am."
"C'mon," you whine, grabbing his hand. "For real?"
He nods. "Yup. There's no way you're getting out of this."
You pause.
"No way at all...?" You pout a little too innocently.
"Nope."
"...Really?" You fidget with the hem of your dress. And then, with a little smirk on your face, you pull it completely over your head.
Jeongin's eyes go wide and he stares at you, his gaze darkening once again.
"Well..." He mutters, pushing you so that you are flat on your back again. "I guess we can always try tomorrow..."
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fem!reader, heaps of cum, somnophilia, handjob, blowjob, lots of masturbation, its just mindless smut so um... yea.... i need to go to horny jail fr for this one.
word count: 1k
I just need more perv!sukuna man.... fucking pathetic and desperate and horny, i want him with that degenerate behaviour. hes alr a horny ass mf but ohhh my goodness do YOU light a fire in him that nobody else can... You make him question his fucking dignity bc he gets a raging boner every time you do the bare minimum...
Perv!sukuna who needs to take a bathroom break every now and then around you bc his dick just wont stay down - fucking his fist desperately in a toilet stall being as quiet as possible because this is so out of character for his image, he's supposed to be the nonchalant, mean, coldhearted guy!!
Perv!sukuna who shudders from how turned on he is at the simplest things you might do, like when you bump into him on accident and the scent of your perfume hits his nose like an aphrodisiac, he wants to bury his face against the crook of your neck and inhale deeply - let the smell of you reach deep into his lungs. he wants to run his tongue across your skin so he can check if you taste as good as you smell.
Perv!sukuna who eventually makes his moves on you slowly... but its really difficult when every little kiss makes all the blood rush to his cock. He drops you off to your house after a date, and he makes out with you a little bit in his car before you have to leave, and there, he's sitting in the driver's seat with a tent in his pants. He waits until the window to your room lights up, and begins to stroke himself while thinking about how're you're probably stripping in your bedroom right now, to change your clothes. and speaking of clothes....
Perv!sukuna who likes to bring any of your scented clothes against his nose and jack off vigorously, unable to get enough of it. eyes rolling back when that orgasm hits him while every breath he takes in has your smell embedded in it.
Perv!sukuna who somehow manages to snatch up one of your panties one day and jerks himself off with it... he didn't want to cum directly on it yet, but he couldn't help himself and soiled it so quickly. he'll need to wash it now, and your scent's gonna be lost. if that's the case, he'll just use it a few more times to get himself off. (by the end of it, he's ruined it beyond washing with his seed by going a bit overboard...)
Perv!sukuna who starts nosebleeding the first time he actually gets to wet his dick with your pussy. You were mortified when drops of blood started running down from his nose once his cock was inside you. He wipes it away with tissues from your bedside and insists hes fine with a wolfish grin... he's just overtly aroused. that night, he wound up using a whole box of condoms from just your cunt alone. milked completely. so satiated. at one point, he had forgotten to change condoms after cumming once and blew a couple of loads into the same one, making you balloon up a bit.
Perv!sukuna who has a libido of an endless pit, he can stay hard and just cum over and over and over again... could stuff you so full you'll be pushing his seed out of yourself for literal days after having sex with him, once you're on the pill. he's just dumped his seed into you but his hips are still thrusting, cock heavy and ready to give you another one without pulling out once.
Perv!sukuna who is obsessed with any and every part of your body. the way he gropes your tits, ass, thighs, hips, etc. resembles a perverted old man - those grabby hands are always finding a way to squish your flesh whatever chance he gets. those large, searing and calloused hands are constantly gliding across your skin, making you wet your panties without failing all the damn time. his arms snake under your clothes very sneakily. you can push him away and verbally chastise him all you want, but you can't hide how much you enjoy all of it...
Perv!sukuna who becomes relentless with somnophilia once you give him the consent-- it starts off with just pathetic and desperate dry humping, but soon you'll be waking up with his dick anywhere on the surface of your skin or inside you, and you're greeted with a 'good morning' that's riddled with a deep groan, followed by ropes of his hot cum spilling in or onto you.
Perv!sukuna who just HAS to drag you to somewhere like the public toilets, in order to get you to suck him off or stroke him or SOMETHING bc his boner is getting too painful (you caressed his thigh). you always opt for jerking him off when you're outside, because things tend to get too messy when you let him in. he has no self control smh... now he's fucking YOUR fist in a stall, panting in your ear and saying things like "fuck, yes, baby... squeeze me more- fuu-ck," before painting the toilet with spurts of his cum. you grip firmly onto the base of his dick and he almost buckles over from the pleasure. you feel his pulsating cock in your hand and bite your lip hard.
Perv!sukuna who gets an oral fixation after you gave him head once. things get difficult for you. those pretty lips wrapped around his erection makes him absolutely feral. now he's thrusting in and out of your throat mumbling "fuck- i can't- help myself-" because you're tightening up on him so nicely and it feels too good. releases straight inside with your nose pressed onto his pubic bone, hips jerking as you feel the spurts hit the back of your throat and seep down to your stomach. his eyes half-lidded, high from the pleasure.
sukuna might be the greatest pervert of all time, but what does it say about you when you stay with him regardless? you enjoy being his live fuck toy. thankfully, he gives you great aftercare and spoils you silly behind the scenes. (i wasnt bothered to write the romance aspects so please imagine it yourselves <3) the way i wanted to add MORE but refrained bc it would get a bit too repetitive :)
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swingsuckerswing · 2 years
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Gentle With Me
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC
PART 2 HERE
Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)
Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare
Word Count:  7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)
Hope you like it! :)
This was probably the worst idea you had ever had. In fact, you didn’t realize you could even be this stupid. Hey, cheers to you, jackass!
Your fingers were sweating around the tightly folded note. You had taken forever just to fold it, not to mention the eon it took to come up with the short yet somehow super fucking intimidating message.
“Woods. 4:30″
Seriously? It had taken you almost the entire lunch period to come up with that? God, what if he thinks I’m gonna like jump him or something? But it would have to do, time was running out and if you didn’t do it now you know you’d only chicken out later. God you’re such a fucking idiot for this.
You looked up to scan the lunchroom. All the other tables, including your own, were too enthralled in their conversations to notice you hunched over your notebook as if you were plotting an assassination. Seriously, you had to calm down. Its just a note. A note for a certain metal head who you were hoping would take your virginity...Yeah...totally not a big deal and super normal. You fucking dunce.
You let your eyes wander to the table, a beloved lunchtime activity of yours. Eddie Munson was throwing his head back in a loud, deep cackle as the entire table erupted into fits of laughter. It looks like Dustin, one of the freshmen, had just snorted milk out of his nose. Charming. You watched in envy as the boys hunched over themselves with the kind of laughter that makes your abs burn. “Dude....I’m gonna..... be sick!” you hear Jeff choke out in between his giggles. The whole scene coaxed a tender smile out of you.
Mike, the only other freshmen at their table, was handing Dustin napkins while wiping tears of boyish joy from his own eyes. Eddie leaned into the group and said something too low for you to make out. Whatever he said caused another wave of debilitating laughter from the guys before he stood up, took a bow, and walked towards the exit. Probably off to get one last cigarette in before class. With Eddie out of the picture, it was now or never.
The bell rang, jolting you out of your paralysis. Shit, this has to happen right now. “Aren’t you coming, Y/N?” your friend asked. Your group already had their books in hand and were standing around the table waiting for you to join.
“Uh yeah, I’m just finishing up this last problem. Can’t turn in another late homework!” you chuckle, trying your best to act as inconspicuous as possible. Your friends shrug and wave as they head towards the hallway.
You glance back over to the Hellfire table. Perfect, only Mike and Dustin were left, still trying to dry Dustin’s shirt with the now tattered napkins. You make a bee line towards them.
“Dude just hold sti-”
“I AM holding still, Mike. AND STOP RUBBING YOU’RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE! You have to dab!”
“Oh my GOD, shut up Dusti-”
“Hey guys!” you interrupt their bickering. They both freeze and stare up at you, mouths agape. Dustin is holding his arms mid-air so Mike can dab at the front of his shirt (but lets be real, he really was only just rubbing the milk into the fabric). They simultaneously retract their arms at the speed of light, making you giggle.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I was just wondering if you could uh give this to Eddie when you see him?” you slide the note across the table next to Dustin’s tray.
The freshmen can’t seem to form words, in fact they’ve completely forgotten how to form syllables. They weren’t used to senior girls coming up to ask them favors, or ask them for anything at all really. 
It was Dustin who snapped out of it first “Oh! Yeah! Totally!” he picks up the note and inspects it. “What is it-”
“Its nothing!” you reply way too fast. Shit, just chill out. Even if they read the dumb thing they’d just assume I was buying weed or something. “Oh, uhm, okay.” Dustin steals a questioning glance at Mike before tucking the note into his pocket. “We’ll uh make sure Eddie gets it!” Mike assures.
“Great, and uhm one more..teeny tiny request...” you look over your shoulder to make sure Eddie hadn’t miraculously appeared behind you. The two boys lean in, entirely wrapped up in the secrecy of this whole charade. “When you give it to him, could you not mention who its from? Just tell him its a surprise, or whatever you wanna tell him! I trust your judgement.” you end with a sweet, innocent smile. Me? Scheming? Noooo.
The warning bell rings, causing the boys to shoot up in a panic. They struggle to gather their things, bumping into each other and fumbling around with their trays as they both promise you that your note would be delivered safely and discreetly. 
You give them your best smile and thank them before turning on your heel to get to class. Alright Munson, see you at 4:30.
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You look at your watch, the green blinking digits read “4:32″. What if they didn’t give him the note? You make yourself sick with worry, its a favorite pass time of yours. What if he thought I meant a different part of the woods? Wait, did I specify the picnic table? You pick at some of the splinters jutting out of the decrepit tabletop. I think all I wrote was ‘the woods’, fuck. What if he’s now lost out in the woods because of me!? Shit shit shit this was such a stupid plan. I’m so over my head how could I be such a dumb bitc-
“Hey...” comes a familiar voice from behind you. You flinch and a small gasp escapes your lips as you turn to face him.
Eddie holds his hands up as if he’s calming a wild horse and chuckles “Ha woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” the corners of his lips are turned up into a shit eating grin. It’s still annoyingly charming, even if it is at your expense.
You watch as he comes around to sit on the opposite side of you. He rests his black tin lunchbox on the table as he shimmies off his layers of jackets. You spot a few tattoos you had never noticed before and your stomach threatens to drop to your knees. Is it too late to ditch and run? You realize you’re gawking, so you avert your eyes to the table as he continues to make himself comfortable.
He can’t help but notice just how tense you are, or how you hadn’t said a word yet. He remembered you way back from middle school, you had even had a couple classes together here and there. You were never really friends, but he always remembered how sweet you were, even to a social pariah like himself. He takes a stab at what’s eating you.
“There’s uh...nothing to worry about. Okay? No one ever comes out here.” he tosses his jackets onto the table as he sits on the rickety bench. “We’re safe. I promise.” he adds for good measure.
His words make you want to melt into this seat, become a permanent fixture. You smile and tuck a few strays behind your ears "Yeah I uh...I know...thanks” you’re still looking down at your lap. He nods, relived to have gotten something out of you, and pops open the lid of his box.
Assuming you were here for drugs, he begins his pitch. He grabs a clear plastic bag “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh...$20. What do you say?” he holds the baggie out to you for you to inspect. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last you a while.”
As much as you’d love for this to be just a simple drug deal, you realize you’re gonna have to break it to him sooner than later. “Eddie,” you hold your head up to look him in the eye. He freezes, the baggie gently swaying back and forth in his grip. “I uh, didn’t ask you here to buy drugs...” Although maybe I should in case this goes south and I need to forget it ever happened.
Now caught completely off guard, the boy shifts his weight on the seat as he slowly drops the baggie back into the box. “Okayyy...then why, pray tell, did you leave me such a cryptic note?” a playful smile warms his face as he raises his eyebrows at you. He rests his head in both hands as if utterly fascinated.
Seeing a perfect opportunity to stall, you take it without looking back. “It was pretty cryptic wasn’t it?” you chuckle as you bring your elbows up to rest on the table, mirroring Eddie’s posture.
“I thought I was gonna get jumped!” Eddie exclaims causing you both to laugh at your predicament. Shit, I knew it.
“Well what was I supposed to write!?” you try to defend yourself. 
“Literally anything else!” Eddie’s eyes are practically twinkling as he continues to playfully chastise you “better yet, you could’ve just, oh i don’t know, asked me in person like a regular human being??? And WHY all the anonymous shit??”
You’re laughing out of utter humiliation “I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t thinking, I was on auto pilot! It seemed like the thing to do! Were you at least surprised when you saw me?” you don’t quite know how you want him to answer this.
“Huh? Oh, nah those twerps ratted you out within seconds” Eddie huffs as he tries to stifle his laughter.
“WHAT!?” your mouth drops to the forest floor. “Those little fuckers, they swore on Dustin’s mother they wouldn’t tell!” you cross your arms and pout in protest of this vile betrayal.
“Sweetheart, you don’t trust freshmen with anything, m’kay? That was your first mistake. I mean you should see them try to recruit for Hellfire, its pathetic...frankly” he snickers.
You scoff and look up to the blue sky, still unable to believe you had been sold out. Eddie admires you while you’re not looking. Whats a pretty girl like her doing out here with a guy like me? he wonders. He brings his hands together in a fist on the table and taps the back of his rings along the gnarled wood.
“So, you gonna answer my question?” he drops his chin and looks up at you through his lashes, a smug expression on his face.
You come back down to earth to see Eddie looking at you expectantly. You narrow your eyes and playfully tap your finger on your chin a few times “Hmmm which waaaas...?” Please can we just keep harmlessly flirting a little longer before I ruin this?
“Don’t play dumb with me” his tone a little more serious this time. “Why am I here, Y/N?”
Oh. You’re not sure how he made your name sound like some heavenly prayer, but you’d do anything to hear him say it again. Stop. Focus. You take a deep breath in. Just do it, rip the band aid off.
“So uh...I um...I’ve never- at least not yet I mean... I’m still uhhh....” Holy shit, maybe I should've rehearsed this before.
Eddie can tell whatever this is must be a big deal to you. Although you were quite cute all flustered, he didn’t want to make this any more difficult. He dips his head down to catch your eye “Hey, its okay. Take your time. No rush, I promise.”
You close your eyes and exhale a few counts before looking back up at Eddie. His doe eyes full of concern and patience. Fuck, man. You groan before letting it spill out.
“Okay, look. I’m still a virgin. In fact, I haven’t really even had a proper first kiss yet. I mean Jason kinda kissed me at a party once but he was drunk and he missed my lips entirely, and I didn’t even WANT to kiss him, he just kinda threw himself on me, and WOW I’m just now realizing how kinda fucked that was but anyway yeah I just don’t think that should count, right? And we’re supposed to be graduating in a couple months and I don’t want to get to college and not know what the fuck I’m doing!”
You had expected his eyes to be bulging out of his head like a cartoon character, but he just looked...normal. Like you had just finished telling him something as mundane as how your day was. His eyebrows were slightly raised, but it was the only indication that he was even listening. You bite down on your lip waiting for him to say something, anything.
Eddie clears his throat “So, let me get this straight.” he leans further in “You want... me... to... deflower you?” His eyes narrow at the question, but his tone was more disbelieving than judgemental.
“Well....yeah, yes. I do.” you nod absentmindedly as words just continue to topple from your lips “And you can TOTALLY say no, I know this must be like the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked you and I totally get it if you don’t want to.” you take another breath to slow yourself “Its just... I want my first time to be...gentle...”
Eddie can’t help the blush that spreads across his cheeks like wildfire, the red glow even reaching the tips of his ears. “And... you think that I can be gentle?” his stare softens as his brain tosses this idea around.
You smile thoughtfully and chuckle “I think you’re a big softy who likes to play ‘big bad wolf”. Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his mess of bangs as he chuckles, the observation hitting closer to home than you would ever know. While you have him smiling, you take the opportunity to play your final hand.
“It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve uh...liked you since middle school” your eyes are glued to the table. You don’t even dare to blink. Well its all out there now, no going back.
Eddie’s heart threatens to rip through his chest. You had always been on his radar, he just figured he could never be on yours. Your confession momentarily stuns him before his smile turns devilish. He wants to milk this moment for all its worth. Of course, without giving away the fact that he’d drop down on his knees for you at any given moment.
“You could’ve asked me on a date, y’know.” he teases you.
You huff as you meet his eyes “You’re right...I could’ve. I should’ve” you correct yourself. Something as simple as a date never occurred to you, but then again Eddie Munson wasn’t simple.
A comfortable silence falls as you take a moment to look each other in the eyes, swapping dreamy smiles back and forth. Eddie shifts his gaze down. Your lower lip was practically war torn from all the biting you had inflicted upon it. He’d like to leave a few marks of his own, and it looks like he might finally get the chance to.
“So!” Eddie claps his hands down on the table with a loud THUNK, his smile growing wide with mischief “When am I popping your cherry?”
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You couldn’t believe Friday was already here, not to mention that you were riding shotgun in Eddie’s rust bucket he called a van. It had been fairly simple deciding the where and the when given that Eddie’s uncle worked nights and you could tell your mom you were sleeping over at a friend’s house (not technically a lie, just maybe not the whole truth).
You pull up to his trailer and Eddie quickly gets out of the car and jogs up the steps to open the front door for you. He bows his head and gestures for you to enter “Welcome to my castle” he says sarcastically.
It was hard not to notice the millions of trucker hats decorating the walls inside. You quickly deduce that these must belong to his uncle, although you’d love to imagine Eddie wearing any one of them. As you slowly spin around the parlor to take it all in, Eddie straightens up a bit as he passes a few stray beer cans and empty cigarette cartons. “Sorry, the maid’s on vacation” he jokes. You get the feeling he might be just as nervous as you are, but he’s doing a better job of hiding it.
As Eddie tosses the last can into the trash he looks up to see you quietly admiring his home. Your smile is soft as you take in every detail. You look enchanted just to be here, which made Eddie feel a lot better. He quietly walks over to you, not wanting to disturb your wonderment, and he gently takes your hand. You’re still looking around as he says “You wanna see the rest of it?”
His voice brings you back to reality. You look down to see his large hand enveloping yours. “Hm?” you softly hum, not tearing your eyes away from the skin to skin contact. You feel your palm begin to burn as he lightly squeezes it. “Come on, I’ll show you” his voice is like warm honey, you’d follow him wherever he decided to take you.
He pulls you towards the hallway, pointing out his uncle’s room on the left and the bathroom on the right, before reaching the desired destination. “And this is uh... my room” he stops in the doorway, letting your hand go so you can explore on your own as he watches.
Its messy, but its exactly what you had pictured. Band posters litter the walls, clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor and his dresser. There’s an ash tray filled to the brim with cigarette butts. He has a couple of guitars dangerously balanced against the walls, but there’s one very unique guitar on display hanging over his mirror. You cross the room to inspect it further, you had never seen anything like it and it must have cost him a fortune. You raise your hand to touch it, but you catch Eddie’s eye in the mirror. He has a sly smile “That’s my baby” his voice is full of pride.
You smile back at his reflection “Can I...?” slowly moving your fingers closer to the gorgeous instrument. 
“Go ahead. She’s meant to be touched” his gaze turning darker.
You duck your head and smile bashfully, knowing full well he can see you blush in the mirror. You stroke your fingers up the long neck and glide over the strings, teasing a ghostly hum from the guitar. As you continue to strum, your eyes wander to the wall where something shiny is dangling from a hook. It takes you longer that it should to recognize them as handcuffs. Your lips part, your eyelids becoming heavy. You feel a tickle between your legs. Oh.
Eddie notices you’ve frozen, no longer interested in the guitar. He follows your gaze to the item stealing all of your attention. “Ha!” he walks over and takes them off the hook, not wanting to scare you. Your eyes don’t leave the shiny metal, looking even more appealing in Eddie’s hands. He notices your fascination with them, and the fact that you’re not running away screaming makes him want to marry you on the spot. He sees the hazy, far off look in your eyes and recognizes it right off the bat. His lips curve into a delinquent smile “Not tonight, sweetheart” and he tosses them into the abyss of a drawer
“But-” you try to object, convince him you need a demonstration and you’d happily volunteer, but before you can get another word out Eddie holds a hand up in protest. “Sorry, honey” he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your head up to look at him. “I thought you wanted gentle, hm?” his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear.
His closeness, the words, his touch... it should be illegal. “I- I uh I did- I do! I do want gentle...I- I want...you...” you stutter out, making Eddie’s smile grow wider and more smug. He loves how flustered he makes you... but he loves teasing you even more.
He suddenly releases you and takes a step back “Great! What kinda pizza you like?” he asks, stepping backwards towards the door.
You’re a bit dazed “I uh..what?”
“Pizza! I mean, I’d cook for you, but you might end up dying a virgin so...” he chuckles.
You giggle, not realizing being wined and dined was a part of the deal. “Um, would you think I’m weird if I asked for ham and pineapple?” you narrow your eyes, bracing yourself for imminent mockery.
“See? I knew you were a freak, Y/L/N” he throws a brilliant smile your way. “One ham and pineapple coming up!”
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You laid together on his bed, the discarded pizza box somewhere on the floor below. He had rented Plan 9 from Outer Space, and the two of you had nearly choked to death laughing at the B-Movie cheesiness. Any jitters you had about this night were long gone, it was hard to feel nervous being tucked up in Eddie’s arms. Over the course of the movie, you had somehow become one conjoined life form. Your legs were tangled together, your head nestled on his shoulder as he rested his chin on your hair. You were like two perfect puzzle pieces. The sun had set a while ago, and the dark only made you feel more cozy.
But at some point, it became harder to focus on the movie. You had become hyper aware of how close his hand was to your ass, and how if you moved your knee juuuust a little you’d be grazing his dick. You felt the room getting hotter, and you thought he might be feeling it too as he started to squirm a little under you. With a sudden burst of bravery, or maybe just desperation, you slowly begin to arch your back. Your steady movement causes Eddie’s hand to ever so slightly slip closer to your backside. Before it can reach its desired destination, however, he digs his fingers in your flesh, stopping you in your tracks. He takes your chin in his other hand and forces you to look up at him. “What are you up to, hm?” he asks with a smug smile.
You screw your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose, embarrassed at being caught. “Hey...look at me” his voice is so gentle you could hardly bare it. You take the bait and look up. You weren’t expecting his gaze to be filled with such concern or to be so penetrating. It was like he was searching for something deep inside your soul. He moves his hand from your chin to gently cradle your jaw. His fingertips tease the sensitive place behind your ear, his thumb rests on your cheek. “You still sure about this, sweetheart?”
You have to swallow before you answer “Yeah...I’m sure”. It came out barely above a whisper. You’d never been more sure of anything in your whole entire life, the thought of it actually happening with him was beyond electrifying. The tickle between your legs returns, this time with more urgency.
He considers your answer for a second before continuing “Cause we can stop whenever you want, okay? You just say the word and I’ll take you home, no questions asked.” his voice is serious, and his worry only makes you want him more.You always knew he was the one, the only one.
His eyes begin jetting back and forth between yours, his calm demeanor slipping away, something more desperate taking its place. You can feel his grip around your waist tightening, bringing you closer to his warm body. He’s right on the edge with you, but he won’t make one move until he’s certain this is what you really want. He swore he would do this right, and goddammit if Eddie Munson was not a man of his word.
Seeing him worked up is the last straw, you’ve been good for as long as you could bare. “Eddie...” a pleading whimper escapes your lips and it was more than enough to break him. Before you knew it, Eddie’s lips were on yours.
His kiss was all consuming, it wrapped you up and tucked you in tenderly like a cozy blanket on a cold winter’s night. With his hand still holding your jaw, he ever so slightly parted his lips to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his hot breath brushing against your lips made you dizzy. He barley grazes your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, causing the fire burning in the pit of your belly to flash white hot.
Eddie had to constantly remind himself to keep it slow, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of his hard cock straining against his jeans. Gentle, Munson...keep it gentle. He nearly cries when you slip your tongue into his mouth. If only you knew how much he wanted to devour you, heart and soul, until there was nothing left. If only you knew how many times he watched you laughing with your friends, jealous that they were getting all of your attention. How your voice was sweeter than any song, how all you had to do was say his name and he was yours. You could have asked him for anything in those fucking woods and he would’ve given it to you. He’d do anything to keep you here in his arms forever.
He rolls over so that he’s slightly above you, not wanting to crush or smother you, but he just couldn’t get enough. The movie is still playing in the background, thankfully drowning out your needy moans, until Eddie mindlessly rolls his hips down into yours. You could feel the rough fabric of his jeans and his rock hard erection through the thin fabric of your skirt, pressing against you in just the right spot. You don’t even realize you’re loudly moaning his name until you hear him snicker “You can be loud if you want. No one’s gonna hear, we’re safe. I promise.” he whispers into your ear, stealing a few kisses there. He rolls his hips again, wanting more than anything to hear you moan his name again.
He brought his hand down from your jaw to rove over the rest of your body. He lets it rest over your neck for a second and gives it a delicate squeeze. Its not enough to choke you, but the pressure makes his tongue in your mouth feel all the more vital. Like a lifeline. Its a gentle reminder of who you belong to in this moment, who’s in charge. For a fleeting second you wish he hadn’t been so quick to ditch the handcuffs.
He traces your collarbones, down to the underwire of your bra, tickles your ribs, and finally arrives at your skirt. His fingers halt, just tucked under the waistband. Liking the direction this was going, you rest up on your elbows and begin to peel your shirt off. Eddie gives you the space you need, and watches in awe as more of your supple flesh is revealed. He admires every detail, down to the smallest freckle, making an internal map so he’d never forget.
You toss your shirt somewhere into the oblivion of his room, not really caring whether its lost forever or not. You look at Eddie hesitantly, the rush of cold air reminding you that you were only a bra away from total vulnerability. You bring your hands up to cover your belly, starting to feel a little self conscious, but then you see the look of absolute worship in Eddie’s eyes. Like he was standing before an altar, you were his temple. Eddie realizes he’s been staring without speaking for a while now and he looks you in the eye “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N” he says a little out of breath. You smile with absolute giddiness, quickly moving your hands from your stomach to bring him back into a deep kiss. While you embrace, Eddie frantically starts pulling at his own shirt and you assist him in taking it off.
The feeling of his warm chest against yours sends you into a nose dive of indescribable sensation. You wanted to feel his skin everywhere, scratch your fingernails down his spine, play with the soft tufts of curly brown hair on his tummy. Deciding you needed more contact, you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, mouth fixed to yours. He’s abundantly aware that you’re now completely naked from the waist up, and he just knows that if he looks at you for one second he’ll lose all control, the very little he had left. Instead, he blindly brings his hands up to your tits and rubs over your hard nipples. It only makes you moan more, practically driving Eddie to the brink of madness until he can’t wait any longer. He has to know what you feel like on the inside.
Eddie breaks away from your embrace and props himself up on his side to look down over you. He returns his hand down to the waistband of your skirt and tugs, raising an eyebrow at you for permission to remove the obstacle. You nod and smile, your heart starting to beat like the wings of a hummingbird. He wiggles the skirt down your legs and gingerly tosses it to the side. He places his hand over your underwear, his fingertips aligned perfectly over your slit. He rubs upwards, feeling how wet you are through the fabric. You jump a little as bolt of lightning shoots through your core. It makes his heart sing to feel how ready your are for him. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart” his voice crackles like firewood as he continues to rub you through the fabric. He watches your every move as he tends to you, utterly consumed by how beautiful you are.
With every touch, it sends a shock wave of pleasure through your entire body. Electricity building in your fingers and toes. And just when you think it couldn’t get much better than this, Eddie slips your underwear off and slowly slides in just the tip of his middle finger. You sigh as he enters, pure ecstasy rolling over you. He smiles down at you “Thats my girl, how does that feel?” he asks as he gently slides his finger in and out of you, never completely taking it out.
You’re drunk off of his touch, and you really have to concentrate in order to forms words “fuuucckk....Eddie...amaaazing.” He chuckles softly at how completely out of it you are. “You want it deeper?” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face as you rest your head against his arm. All you can do is desperately nod, if you open your mouth you might start drooling.
Eddie slides his finger in deeper, just to his knuckle. You feel a little pinch, but nothing too bad. He turns his hand over while inside of you so he can play with your clit with his thumb. “yes yes yes...” you whimper. The sensation soothing any tiny discomfort you had felt.
He only speeds up when he feels your slick start to drip down his hand. “Fuck, Y/N. I’d love to watch you cum, sweetheart. Do you think you could cum for me?” he asks like you’re doing him a favor, and he plunges his entire finger, up to his ring, in your pussy, causing you to yelp and giggle. Your body felt like it was going to vibrate off the bed, and you could feel something tightening deep inside. You concentrate on the feeling, like a volcano about to erupt. “E-Eddie” your voice is shaky “I..I th-think...I’m g-gonna....” you hold onto his arm for dear life as you ride your high. You moan and cuss loudly as Eddie continues to finger fuck you through your aftershocks, gradually slowing his pace until you’re panting below him.
He slowly slides out of you and immediately licks your slick off of his finger. You watch in awe as he closes his eyes and revels in your taste. “Mmmh...cherry pie...my favorite” Eddie teases you with an ear to ear smile. You smack his chest and giggle before curiosity gets the better of you “C-can I try?”. Eddie’s eyes beam at you with a kind of pride that you couldn't fathom. He dips his finger back into your slick and brings it back up to glide along your bottom lip “Knock yourself out”.
You take his finger into your mouth and suck. A mixture of sweet and salty coats your tongue, and you’re amazed at the fact that you actually taste good. With your tongue lapping at Eddie’s finger, he gets another brilliant idea. He removes his finger from your mouth and quickly pops into into his, sucking the rest of your slick and saliva off, before getting up and kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Hey, where are you-” you try to protest, but he’s already got you hooked by your knees and pulling you down to meet him. His face between your legs quickly shuts you the fuck up, awaiting whatever command he deems you worthy of. He sees your eyes going wide in anticipation, and he smirks before furrowing his brow. “Has anyone ever kissed you here before?” he already knows the answer, but he wanted to hear you say that you were all his. He watches you as he nips at your inner thighs, waiting for your reply.
You’ve gone dumb, not a single thought in your head. He has you completely transfixed. “I-uh..n-no...never” is all you manage to spit out. Your innocence makes his cock throb, but he has to wait, he has to show you how good he can really make you feel first. “See, that’s a real shame.” he inches his mouth closer to your pussy, lazily dragging a finger around your entrance, playing in your slick. You squirm under his touch, desperately searching for friction, a release, anything. His smirk turns absolutely devilish “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, princess”.
He hoists your knees up and over his shoulders. Looking up at you through his bangs, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up. This alone nearly gives you a heart attack, and he holds you steady as your body shutters. Eddie tongue fucks you until you can’t see straight anymore. You’re a moaning mess, all you can do is tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair and hang on tight. He licks a steady stripe up, enveloping your clit with his mouth. His tongue twirls, flicks and practically pirouettes around your sensitive bud. And just to kick you while you’re down, his fingers come back to play. This time, he easily slips two in and begins sliding in and out of you. Your body contorts like you’re in need of an exorcism, your noises telling Eddie to go faster and deeper. You feel yourself going higher, and higher, and higher until you reach the tippy top of your second orgasm, riding Eddie’s face all the way back down.
Eddie lets you rest for a moment, legs sprawled haphazardly across his bed. He stands up and crosses his arms against his chest, admiring the aftermath of his handy work. His smug smile returns, the entire lower half of his face glistening with your honey. “Right?” he says, all cocky. You chuckle, and try to kick him but your legs are too wobbly “Shut up” you say breathlessly.
He gets down on the bed and hovers over you on all fours. He growls from the back of his throat and nips at your neck while viciously tickling your ribs. You giggle and squeal, wrestling against him but not really wanting him to stop. You tousle around on the bed for a while before your play fight turns into making out. You didn’t realize how much you had missed his lips on yours, you felt starved. You grind your leg onto his thigh. He somehow still has his pants on, and you’re not sure how you could have made such a blaring oversight. You reach down to undo his belt buckle, letting him know that you were truly ready.
While you fumble with his belt, he reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom. He puts the corner in his mouth, his hands a little too shaky to handle it, and rips it open between his teeth. You shimmy his jeans off, his erection creating a tent in his boxers. You look up at him to make sure he was okay, and he winks in return. You inhale and pull his boxers down, his cock finally springing free. You’re a bit mesmerized at first. You had never seen one before, and you were shocked by just how...big...he was. You panic a little, wondering how he was ever going to fit inside you. You mindlessly cup your hand around his length, his skin is soft and turning a mean shade of pink. He gasps at your touch and closes his eyes, melting into your palm. You rub your thumb over a long, thick vein on the side of his dick, not realizing you were unraveling the poor boy in your hands. You notice the precum leaking from his head. You steal a glance up at Eddie and see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out. You smile, having a devilish thought of your own. Starting where the head meets the shaft, you lick a quick line up the tip of his dick and flick the precum into your mouth. Eddie jolts, eyes snapping open, and quickly rolls over to imprison you underneath him “You trying to kill me, Y/L/N?” he punishes you with smothering kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.
He sits up and rests on his knees so he can roll the condom on. You watch in wonder as you adjust your body so you can be ready for him. Last minute nerves make your tummy flutter, but you know you’re in the best of hands. He comes back down and places his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. He lowers down for one more kiss. “This may hurt a little, sweetheart.” he whispers in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. He looks you in your eyes before continuing “Remember, we can stop whenever you want. Okay?” You nod adoringly and whisper “Okay”. He gives you another earth shattering smile “That’s my girl.” he brings his forehead down to meet yours and you gaze into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools, absolutely head over heels. You wrap your legs around his waist, and brace yourself for whatever comes next.
Eddie aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in, you can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. He stops at just the tip, and you both moan. He slowly rolls his hips, slipping the tip of his cock in and out so you can get used to the sensation. You feel a slight pressure when he slides in, but its dull and far off, and the kisses he peppers you with are a nice distraction.
He pumps into you a little longer before sliding further in. This time you do feel a nagging pain, causing you to sharply inhale. You dig your fingernails into his back, and he slows his movements even more. “I know baby, I know.” he soothes you and you find the pain quickly gives way to pleasure. You moan into his hair “Mmhm Eddie...you’re so big...” the words tumble from your mouth without a thought behind them, just pure ecstasy. Eddie groans and he fights the urge to fuck you dumb through this damn mattress. “Keep talkin’ like that princess and I might forget to be gentle” he warns as he nips at your neck.
He slides deeper until he reaches his hilt, stretching and filling you to the brim. You curse under your breath at the pain, screwing your eyes shut so no tears can escape. He cradles your head “Hey look at me, you okay?” you open up and he’s staring down at you with those doe eyes, brows furrowed in concern. “I’m fine, it just hurts a little. Please don’t stop” you reach up and cup his red cheek, assuring him that you can take it. He gently and slowly continues to glide into you. Worried he may not be able to slide back in, he never fully pulls out of you, creating a pocket of delicious sensation deep inside. Your walls eventually relax around him, allowing him to pick up his pace.
It was a cacophony of feeling, a delicious blend of searing pain and ultimate euphoria. The hurt felt so good, you loved being filled for the first time. You kiss Eddie everywhere you can reach him, his chin, his shoulder, his collarbone, just to show how thankful you were. He smiles in complete adoration for you, noticing just how ethereal you look underneath him. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Y/N” he kisses you hard on the lips, practically smashing your faces together. His steady motion begins to sputter a little, he must be getting close. “...and you’re so...fucking....tight....” he pounds a little harder with each word, causing you to cry out. He cradles the back of your head and soothes you. “Sorry...sorry..I just ...wanna try...*grunts* one more thing. Okay?” he kisses your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver and your pussy to tighten around his cock. Although you’re not sure what else there could be, you nod with every fiber of your being. “Yes...fuck ...I-I’ll do...anything...f-for you” you whimper. He groans and rolls his head back, trying to forget you said that before he busts this second.
He stops rocking into you only for a minute so he can gently pull you up into a sitting position in his lap, his hand still cradling your head, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Come here, sweet thing” he swipes a few strands from your face once you’re up. The blood rushing to your head mixed with this new angle is something else. You feel entirely open, the tip of his dick just grazing something galvanic inside of you. You smile warmly and stare deep into each other’s eyes for a moment, completely elated by each other’s company. He pulls you into a bear hug, your breasts squeeze against his chest, as he fucks up into you. You go limp, whatever it was inside you that he was hitting over and over was causing your brain to melt. You roll your head back and just let him take you.
Even when Eddie is fighting every urge to cum himself, he’s still only thinking of your pleasure. In your lulled state, he reaches down in between you and starts rubbing your clit, alternating between circles and side to side. He figures if he can get you to cum one more time, he can die a very happy man. The sensation brings you out of your nearly catatonic state, and you tighten your thighs around his waist like a boa constrictor. You start to bounce back on his cock, feeling that oh so familiar feeling starting to build in the center of your soul. Eddie groans, the veins in his neck popping out. “Y/N...fuck...you’re gonna...make me cum, sweetheart” he growls out, unable to contain himself any longer. His body stutters as he reaches his peak, his arms locked around your fragile body in a vice grip, and he spills himself into the condom. Dazed from his own heavenly release, he still doesn’t forget about you for one second. His fingers shift into overdrive, pummeling your clit until your crying his name out for the whole trailer park to hear. The look of sheer joy is plastered to his face, and you both collapse into each other, exhausted.
You sit in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. His dick is still inside of you, and you don’t dare move a muscle, never wanting him to leave. He plants soft kisses in your hair and runs his fingers down your spine. It takes you a minute to realize the movie is still playing. “Could we rewind? I think I missed a bit” you joke.
He chuckles “I’d have to get up to rewind it” he reminds you, tucking his finger under your chin to lift your head up. He brings his forehead down to meet yours, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you plead. He smirks and kisses your cheek “We can do whatever you want, princess.”
You stay there wrapped in each other’s arms for a little longer before Eddie slowly slides out of you and places you back down on the mattress. There’s a tiny bit of blood mixed with your slick dripping from your pussy, and Eddie grabs a clean shirt from his closet and cleans you up delicately as if he was handling a rare gem. He throws the condom away and pulls on a pair of boxers and a faded Metallica shirt. He hums as he goes about his little tasks, giving you a sense of comforting domesticity. He miraculously finds your underwear on the floor, but has no luck finding any of your other clothes. He grabs another one of his shirts and tosses it over to you. You hold the garment up and notice its his Hellfire club shirt, a wave of pure glee washes over you. You pull it over your head, his familiar scent wrapping around your body. Eddie fidgets with the tv controls, rewinding to around the time y’all got...distracted, before turning around and plopping back onto the bed to cuddle up next you. He looks you up and down, “Looks better on you” he beams as he brings you back into his arms, assuming the same positions you were in earlier in the evening.
In no time you’re both in stitches again over the movie, and you spend the rest of the night laughing, talking, and kissing all while entangled in each other’s arms. Just before you both doze off, Eddie whispers “So, did you have fun? I mean...was I gentle?”
You cup his face and kiss his forehead “So gentle” you chuckle before giving him a sincere answer, “it was more than I could ever dream of, Eddie. It was perfect” Eddie smirks through the darkness and pulls you into a vice grip to tickle you. You squeal and squirm and giggle in pure delight. You settle back down and he turns around you so he can spoon you “Good, cause next time...I might not be so gentle” he whispers devilishly in your ear.
You perk up, remembering some paraphernalia from earlier. “Can we use the handcuffs?” you ask in excitement. Eddie chuckles, finding your eagerness adorable. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Anything you want, princess” he kisses you behind your ear and you both drift off into blissful slumbers.
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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I was really inspired by the song Touch Tank by Quinnie, I keep seeing so many amazing edits of Eddie/Joseph with that song! I also borrowed some of his dialogue from his scene with Chrissy in the woods to make it more convincing, hope you don’t mind. I started on this before Vol 2 came out and then it felt weird to keep going but I pushed through. I’m 100% in my denial era and this is for all the girlies who are in the same boat! <3
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So I've come to the revolutionary epiphany that Mizu would 100% be into tears. Like, into it a LOT. She could simply notice your lips start to quiver, a frown start to form, and eyes start to water and girlie would be GONE. Bonus points if its during sex and she's the one that caused it, because knowing she has that sort of control? And that you trust her to such an extent that you would let her overstimulate you, until you're nothing but a babbling, pleading, and crying mess? Yea, she's kicking her feet like a fangirl at that.
She absolutely loves the fact that she has the power to control your every emotion and feeling during sex - that everything that is happening to you right now is in her hands and no one else's, not even yours. She fucking loves that you love and trust her enough to do this to you, and that you get off on it just as much as she does, maybe even more.
I can just imagine how softly she'd cup your face in her hand, swiping her thumb across your cheek to pick up the many tears that have fallen as she coos at you and whispers that you've been so good for her. After she's been edging you for so long, it seems she's finally ready to give you what you want, what you have been wanting since you dragged her to your bedroom.
"Just a little longer, princess. Think you can hold on for a little longer?" She'd murmur, staring hazily into your red, puffy eyes with her own love-filled ones.
Mizu would wait until you let out a cute sniffle while nodding quickly - eager for whatever she would give you - before her eyes turn condescending and cruel.
"Too bad you’ve been a fucking brat all day…”
She'd laugh at your momentary confusion before fucking into you even harder than before, the hand that isn't wrapped around your throat is instead two fingers in and knuckle deep, where she curls them into that spot, making you cry and beg even harder for release.
For a few seconds, Mizu contemplates denying you for even longer, because watching you cry and beg for her is just so enticing, and letting you cum would only put a stop to that. But then she thinks about how loud you would scream her name as you cum, how drunk on her you would be afterwards - all soft and clingy, reduced to nothing, only wanting Mizu.
So instead, she focuses on thrusting her fingers into you and circling her thumb against your clit just right, getting you closer and closer to cumming. And it's when your begging becomes incoherent babbling, and when your tears fall faster as you squeeze your eyes shut, that she adds a third finger - thrusting them deep and curling them hard.
She'd be lying if she said that the sight of you crying her name out like it's the only word you know as you cum, clenching down hard on her fingers, doesn't make her almost cum too - her focused gaze on you would serve as evidence for that. It almost makes her tilt her head back and groan, but then she'd miss what is happening right in front of her.
And when it's finally over, Mizu would slip her fingers out of your pussy and snicker at the gasp you let out when her thumb brushes against your sensitive clit one last time, before forcing your mouth open and watch you suck on them. She'd let you clean yourself off of them before leaning down and softly kissing the tears away on your rosy cheeks.
She would pick you up and carry you to the onsen, no matter if you are bigger or smaller than her (I mean c'mon, she scaled a building with Taigen on her back, a katana between her teeth and MULTIPLE stab wounds), and slowly sink into the warm water, letting it envelop the two of you.
She would cradle you softly in her arms as you bury your head in her neck while she washes you and trails kisses all over your naked body, allowing you to fall asleep at her ministrations, before gently carrying you out and drying you off.
She would hold you close as you drift off to sleep, smiling at how adorable you are, before closing her own eyes and dreaming of you, only you.
And come next morning, when Taigen appears unannounced in your house again while you both are enjoying some tea in the kitchen, Mizu would roll her eyes and grumble at his antics while walking to the bedroom - saying she forgot her glasses in there or something.
Taigen, ever the respectful one, would turn to you, grinning as he points at the hickeys littered on your neck before cracking a series of childish jokes.
"You played it safe, right?"
He snickers, before adding:
"I mean, we don't want any mini-Mizus running around just yet."
....Cue many crashes and curse words from the bedroom.
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⋆ ★ Once again, for the first time ⋆ ★
{Ellie Williams x Reader}
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Summary: Being in love with your best friend has got to be one of the most emotionally exhausting things someone can experience, so it’s time you put your foot down and moved on….at least, try to move on
an: God it almost feels wrong to just come back after so long without a continuing chapter to what I’ve been working on, pls don’t be mad at me 😵‍💫. I’ve been really busy you guys! I just got home yesterday and while I know you’ve all be asking for other things, I just haven’t been feeling super inspired to continue them RIGHT NOW, and I feel that’s why I’ve been MIA for so long. While I say I’m not inspired to continue them right now, that doesn’t mean I’m abandoning them! I will be coming back to them don’t worry! For now, I hope this little angsty fic is enough for you all, and I hope you’ve stuck around to read it, and if you haven’t, that’s okay too. Anyways, I’ve missed you all so much, and I hope you like this one 🖤🖤🖤.
Warnings: ANGST!!! Eventual smut in future chapters, Ellie is an oblivious idiot, Quiet!reader, momentary alternative love interest (it’s just for the story I promise 😉), jealous!Ellie, possessive!Ellie, Please let me know if I missed anything!
Part 2 can be read, here!
The warm glow of your tv screen became blurry with each passing second. You could barely make out the erratic movements of the video game characters beating each other to a pulp as Ellie’s fingers tapped away at the buttons on the game controller, soft huffs leaving here lips ever so often. “Fucking dick..” She mumbled under her breath, eyebrows knit in deep concentration, eyes almost growing watery from her lack of blinking.
You on the other hand, you were nearly fast asleep. Cuddled into your sofa, resting your head against a pillow that was propped up against the arm of the couch, a plush blanket draped over your body as you watched your best friend control a scantily clad character to violently fight the opposite person.
This was tradition for you and Ellie. She’d come over, you would force her to study with you because she was often too stubborn to do it without you, you’d order shitty take out, watch her play video games, and then you’d fall asleep. It always ended with her dragging you to your bedroom, staying with you for a bit before she left, and then in the morning, she’d be waiting for you outside your apartment to go to school together.
And that was life, life with your best friend that is. It had been that way since you were practically babies, your routines changing and adapting to whatever phase of life you were both in within that moment, but it was always more or less the same. And you couldn’t complain, you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Not even if you were given the chance to have her as something more.
Ellie had always been a charmer, and unfortunately, the extent of her charming demeanor had made its way to you. It was something you noticed early on, as soon as you were able to decipher feelings of love, you were able to link those with Ellie. When people would explain love to you, or you’d see it in others, you thought of Ellie. You realized quickly after that though, that Ellie was your best friend, and feelings would greatly complicate the long history that you two had together.
And so, you swallowed them down.
It wasn’t like it was painful or anything. Sure, seeing Ellie with other girls wasn’t great, but you coped. Life went on, and you promised yourself you’d never let your feelings get in the way of Ellie’s life, your life, or your friendship.
“Man…I’d let Mileena rip my head off any day…” Ellie sighed out, the girl never a stranger to gawking at the make believe video game characters in her favorite games. You let out a sleepy hum, giving her a nod as you cuddled further into the couch, not fully able to comprehend your friends words due to your sleepy state.
The sounds you made caught Ellie’s attention, causing her to sit forward a bit so she could catch a glimpse of your nearly sleeping face. She chuckled softly, shaking her head a bit as she reached forward for the controller, turning off the console followed by the tv before she stood up, taking your hand in hers and pulling you slightly.
“You have the energy of a seventy year old woman…come on, let’s get you to bed grandma” she teased, and it only causes you to whine softly. The couch is so comfortable, and you’re more than happy with sleeping there for the night just so you didn’t have to move and lose the blissful drowsy feeling that came with the sounds of Ellie playing Mortal Kombat lulling you to sleep.
“I’m fine here…” You tried, knowing that she wouldn’t settle for you sleeping there on the couch all night. And she didn’t need to be told twice, she let out a soft hum, one that almost sounded like she’d leave you there, but suddenly you’re being lifted off of the couch, into Ellie’s strong chest, even stronger arms wrapping around your body, which once again caused you to whine.
No matter how tired you were, how close to sleep, you can’t ignore the burning fire in your chest when she holds you like this. Even though being Ellie’s friend was the furthest thing from painful, it was times like this that it got a little too hard. Ellie was always a very affectionate person, especially with people she was close to, and you happened to be at the top on that list.
So, when she’d do things like this, pull you up into her arms and carry you to bed, or slip her arms around your waist and spoon you from behind when you were watching movies together, or when she’d pull you close to her when you were in a crowded room, it was easy to imagine how things would be if it were different, if you were able to have her in the way you wanted.
Only for a moment though.
Ellie hummed softly as she gently rested you on your bed, making sure to pull your socks off because she knew you’d kick them off in your sleep anyways, and pull the blanket, not the duvet, over your body because it was how you preferred to sleep. She knew exactly what to do with you, and it always made your heart tug.
She smiled softly down at you, watching as your heavy eyes grew even heavier once your head hit your soft pillows. She gave your elbow a gentle nudge before she turned off the lights in your room, closed the door, and left your apartment.
And even though you were already falling asleep, you couldn’t ignore the urge you had to ask her to stay. The urge you always had to ask her to stay with you.
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You let out a soft yawn, rubbing your eyes a bit before you began writing down in your notebook again. Your headphones played soft music into your ears, the blessing of a noise cancelling headset always making it easy to study in your college library, for a moment, pretending as if you were the only one there.
Until Ellie showed up.
She gently pulled one side of your headset up, her lips close to your ear as she approached you. “Hey stranger” she giggled softly, causing you to whine as you pulled the headset down to rest against your neck. You gave your friend a soft smile as you set your pen down, watching as she promptly took the seat next to you and tossed her bag onto the table.
“Hey yourself…came all the way to the library to see me?” You teased her, propping your elbows onto the table and resting your head against your hands as you watched her slump down into her chair, oversized hoodie hanging on her broad shoulders, light washed denim jeans hanging loose on her hips, short hair lazily tugged up into her signature half up half down ponytail, pretty strands falling down and framing her face perfectly.
God she was a fucking dream.
Ellie groaned softly, her head falling back as she blew air past her lips, staring up at the ceiling of the library. “I have time between classes…so I came to bother my favorite little scholar” She hummed out, giving you a lazy grin as she turned her head back towards you, causing you to roll your eyes at her words.
“You know, you could use this time to study” you try, narrowing your eyes at her playfully, which causes her to roll her eyes right back at you. “Ahhh, please. You’re probably the only one here that actually does that shit” she hummed out, which causes you to shrug, closing your books and stacking them upon one another. “True, but I have the grades to show for it” you nod to herself before you push your things to the side, turning back to your friend and giving her your attention.
“So? What’s happening. You look like you’re just itching to tell me something” you smirked softly, knowing your friend all too well. Whenever became fidgety, or absolutely needed to find you, there was something on her mind.
Ellie smirked softly, staring down at her ring clad fingers before she let out a soft hum, purposefully keeping you waiting with anticipation before she began speaking.
“Do you think Sofia is into girls?”
For a moment, the twinkle in your eye, and the soft smile on your lips as you watch your best friend drops completely. You’re glad she isn’t looking, because you’re sure anyone would be able to see the visible disappointment written on your face as soon as she says it. You only let it fall for a moment though, because you’re immediately collecting yourself, picking yourself up off the ground and giving your friend a soft, reassuring nod.
“Has being straight ever stopped a girl from being into you Ellie?” You tease her, recalling the frequent times girls claimed they were straight, yet somehow always ended up chasing after Ellie after they’ve had one too many drinks.
Ellie groans softly, shaking her head as she sits forward a bit. “No man…I don’t wanna just hook up with her..or..or be her fantasy or something. I wanna…ask her out or something” she mumbled out, cheeks burning red as she toyed with the shiny rings on her fingers. You blink a few times, trying to find the right words to encourage your friend to do it, to pursue whoever it was that she wanted.
No matter how much the words tasted bitter on your tongue.
“Well…ask her, or you can ask around? A close friend of hers would definitely know if she was interested in girls or not” you tried again, watching as your friend frowned in concentration, eyebrows furrowed, green eyes narrowed.
Whoever this girl was, Ellie was doing her head in over her….
It almost bothered you that this was your first time hearing about her.
“You think? I’ve just…I’ve had my eye on her for a while and I think I’m ready to finally make a move, you know?” She sighed out, and you nod slowly, giving her a soft smile paired with a reassuring nod.
“Then go for it, Els. The worst she can say is no, and even then, there are plenty of other fish in the sea” you assure her. Because it’s true, Ellie never stayed single for long. There were always girls interested in her, or her them, and it wasn’t long until she was introducing you to a new, pretty girl that she’d have on her arm for the next however many months.
She smiled softly as she nodded, your words clearly getting through to her, as they always did. She gives a determined nod, moving to stand up from the chair she was sat at. “You’re damn right there is…hey, I’m gonna try to find someone to talk to, but I’ll catch you later, yeah?” She nods, slinging her bag over one of her shoulders, already walking away from the table as her eyes never left yours.
You give her a soft nod, eyes lingering on her form as you let out a low hum. “Always” you confirm, knowing that it was true. You’d always be there when Ellie needed you.
She beamed back at you, giving you a nod. You could practically see the excitement shining off of her body, seeping through her pores. “And I’ll catch you this weekend! Your place!” She shouted, causing your eyes to widen at her volume, the other students instantly shushing her. You give her a quick nod, your hands fanning away as you shoo her out of the library, a soft giggle leaving your lips.
You ignore the little cracks in your heart, because the smile on her face makes up for it. You know it’ll pass, you know this is merely a phase of your life that you’ll look back on and laugh at once you’ve found the person that was right for you, one that filled up the little holes that Ellie left in your heart.
And oh how you couldn’t wait for that day to come.
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You don’t see Ellie that following weekend.
In fact, the last time you actually saw her was that day in the library, with the few times you saw her in and out of classes that the two of you shared.
Ellie ended up talking to Sofia that same day, and it turns out she was interested in girls. From the texts that she sent you that night, she was raving about the day that they had set up after hours of talking out in the courtyard. She tells you she’s sorry, that she can’t make it out to your place for your routine weekend together, and you tell her it’s fine, to have fun and tell you all about the date the next morning.
And suddenly, you can’t remember the last time you spent more than five minutes with your best friend.
You text here and there, and she catches you outside of class when you happen to make it there at the same time sometimes, but you don’t really have lunch together anymore like you always do, you don’t sit outside in the courtyard to kill time between classes together, she doesn’t visit you in the library, all of those things just suddenly stop.
And then she tells you, she’s dating Sofia.
She tells you they made it official after the first four dates, and at first you feel it’s a bit fast, but you realize they spend all of the time that you and Ellie used to spend together, with each other instead, and it suddenly makes sense. Ellie had a girlfriend now, and it was the explanation for the sudden lack of her presence, the absence of your best friend on weekends. While you stared at your tv screen alone, she was with Sofia.
And you were happy for her, of course you were happy, why wouldn’t you be? She was your best friend and she had gotten the girl she wanted for so long, just as you expected she would…
But the happiness you felt for her lived alongside the sadness that you felt. The two emotions becoming tenants in the home that was your heart, sitting across one another, glaring at each other as they battled for control of you, controlling how you dealt with the situation, how you coped with the sudden disappearance of your best friend.
So, you didn’t give either one control, you ignored them both after a while, and you simply carried on as if nothing had ever happened.
Ellie really was the only person you occupied any free time with, opting to be with her rather than anyone else, because it felt good. You liked it when it was just you and Ellie, it was easy, and it was easy to not overthink things and simply be, rather than worry about how you were behaving.
So without her, you simply did all the things you did with her, just on your own.
Ellie tried to make time for you, while juggling the escapades that come with the early stages of a relationship, you couldn’t take that away from her, but you saw how hard it was. You didn’t want her to feel bad, or feel like she was neglecting you, or her friendship, even if she sort of was. You convinced her it was fine, that she deserved to enjoy her new relationship, and that it needed more attention than your friendship ever would, not right now at least.
And Sofia was great. She was beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and after meeting her a few times, you considered her to be somewhat of a big sister figure. Seeing her made it clear to understand just why Ellie was so keen on taking her off the market as soon as she could.
But that seemed to make it even harder to deal with.
It was on days like this one where it hit you a bit harder, Ellie’s absence. You didn’t mind being alone, but walking to and from classes without her constant banter and jokes definitely wasn’t the best, and heading out to the cafes for lunch was far too quiet on your own, but, you prevailed.
You were making your way out of your third and last class for the day, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder. The week was finally closing in, and you couldn’t be happier. You yearned for the warmth of your home, your cozy little bed, your favorite mug filled with your favorite hot chocolate, it called to you as you pushed past the large doors of your college building, making your way out to the brisk outdoors of your campus.
The sound of quickening footsteps behind you was almost drowned out as you took your headphones from behind your neck, and began setting them onto your head. A hand suddenly pulled them down, forcing them back around your neck, which caused your eyebrows to furrow as you turned around to see who in their right mind would try to fuck with a girl and her music.
You almost passed out when you were met face to face with your best friend.
Seeing her made you realize just how long it had been since you saw her. You tried convincing herself it had only been a few weeks, but you found it hard to remember the last time you were staring up into those big green eyes, and not imagining them instead.
Your frown was quickly replaced with a soft smile, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you stared up at Ellie. “Ellie…god…I was ready to start throwing punches” you joked, pulling your headset from around your neck and pushing them down into your beg before you looked back up at her.
Ellie chuckled softly, watching as you went about putting your things away. Her smile was so bright, eyes twinkling, cheeks red, all signs that pointed towards the same thing.
Ellie Williams was properly smitten.
“I’ve been looking for you, dork…you’re always hiding these days” she groaned out, which caused you to hum softly, giving her a slight shrug. “Been busy studying Els…I’m sorry” you tried, giving her a half smile.
Knowing that your studying was not the cause of the divide in your friendship, and neither was it you hiding.
She pouted softly, stepping forward so that you two could walk together. “I miss you…” She hummed out, staring down at the Nikes on her feet, nearly swallowed up by her baggy jeans. Her words make your heart tug as you stare up towards the large trees, swaying with the autumn wind, sun peeking in between the thick foliage of the leaves.
“How are you And Sof? Things going well?” You questioned, opting to ignore the way you heart beat faster when she said she missed you. You were also genuinely curious, you wanted to hear more about Ellie’s relationship, you wanted her to confide in you and trust you as anyone else would trust their best friend with their relationship.
Ellie instantly smiled bashfully at the mention of the girl, a soft hum leaving her lips as she nodded. “Fuck…she’s amazing, man. She’s like a fucking dream, I swear, I’m honestly not sure what I’ve done to deserve her” she sighed out, voice sounding so dreamy and love sick, you can’t help but smile.
“You like her…don’t you? I mean…you’re my best friend, your approval is one that’s pretty fucking important to me” she chuckled out as she looked over at you, head dipping down a bit to try and her a glimpse of your down casted face, her hands shoved into her pocket.
Her words make you hum, and you’re giving her a soft smile as you look up at her. Her expression is written with one that is concerned, concerned that you approve of her relationship, that you think she’s making the right move with Sofia.
And you know in that moment, you have the power to break it all. You have the power to rip things to shreds, just by telling Ellie you think Sofia isn’t the right girl for her, because you know she’ll listen to you. You know she’ll take your feelings into consideration, because she trusts you.
“I think she’s perfect for you, Ellie” you breath out, giving her a reassuring smile.
Because just as much as you know you have the power to be horrible, and rip everything away from them both, Ellie doesn’t deserve that, and neither does Sofia. They don’t deserve to hurt for the sake of your feelings, at the expense of what you feel for Ellie.
And the smile you see your best friend shoot your way makes it all worth it, because it’s like she’s been waiting for those words to leave your lips to go all the way, to give herself to Sofia completely and give into her as she wanted to this entire time.
“Fuck…you don’t know how happy that makes me” she sighs out, looking up towards the sky and letting her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep inhale, and you know she’s truly happy.
And that makes you happy.
“Hey, are you busy next weekend? There’s a party Sof and I are going to, you should come with us” she says as she looks down towards you. You know it’s a bad idea, because it means you’ll third wheel the entire night, tucked away in a corner to avoid watching them make out all night long until it’s time to go home, where you’ll be just as miserable there as you are in your house.
But you know Ellie won’t take no for an answer.
You let out a soft sigh before you give her a nod, paired with a half smile, and she’s already cheering loudly, causing people around you to stare, and you groan softly as you give her a gentle shove, urging her to stop.
“I’ll text you the details! Sof and I will pick you up” she confirmed, and you give her a soft giggle before you nod. “Get out of here…I’ll see you then” you promise, and she’s smiling brightly as she begins walking away.
And despite the fact that it’s the first time you’ve talked to her in far too long, and it was mainly about her girlfriend, you can’t ignore the way your heart ignites for that small interaction on its own, and the excitement you feel knowing you have plans with her in the near future.
It’ll be fine, you remind yourself. It always has been, and it always will be. And with that, you made your way home.
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The following week, is when you met Alex.
You were making your way to your first class of the day, the early morning sun shining down on you, giving you only a bit of warmth from the brisk air that swirled around you and the other students scattered about within the large courtyard that served as a main point sprouting out to all other campus buildings.
Your eyes were trained on your feet, a habit you had that had caused you to run into many people, many times. It was an easy way for you to stay deep in thought, focusing on the way your shoes sounded hitting the pavement with each steps, watching as they crunched against leaves.
“Excuse me?” A soft voice broke you away from your locked gaze on your feet, your eyes blinking a few times as you looked up to figure out who it was that was trying to get your attention.
When you laid eyes on the person looking at you, you nearly passed out.
It was a girl, she was tall, with pretty eyes and a charming smile. Her jacket hung loosely on her shoulders, bag draped over one of her arms, a paper in one of her hands. Her features were strong, yet soft at the same time, mixing together both masculine and feminine and almost making your mind go completely blank as her beautiful eyes stared into yours.
“Um…could you help me? It’s my first day and I’m sort of lost” she chuckled out bashfully, her hand reaching up to run through her hair as she tried handing you the paper in her hand. You simply blinked a few times, watching the girl almost in awe as she stared down at you, before you realized you were in fact gawking at this woman.
You cleared your throat, giving her a quick nod before you giggled. “Yes! Yea…sorry..I…can I?” You question as you gestured towards the paper, which caused her to chuckle softly and nod as she handed it to you.
Your eyes scanned over the paper, furrowing a bit in concentration before you zeroed in on the first class she has in her schedule, and it made you smile.
“Oh, that’s where I’m going! You must be the new transfer student the professor was talking about” you explain, your heart beating a bit faster as you come to the conclusion that not only is this insanely hot girl speaking to you, but she’s also in your first class of the day.
She smiles brightly, pearly white teeth flashing your way as she raises her eyebrows. “No way…would you mind if I walked with you then?” She hums out, eyeing you carefully before you look up at her from the paper, giving her a shy smile as you nod. “I wouldn’t mind at all…come on”
You learn that her name is Alex, and that she was supposed to start the semester with everyone else, but there were issues with her documents so she had to transfer instead. The entire way to class, you take your time together, strolling along the pathways and hallways of your school, getting to know one another. You realize that although it’s your first conversation with her, you feel as comfortable with her as you do with…
As you do with Ellie.
When you realize that, you realize that you’d gone the longest without thinking about Ellie than you had in a long time. Alex takes her off your mind completely, because she’s pretty, and her smile makes you swoon, and being with her feels comfortable.
And you reckon you could get used to it.
When you both finally reach your classroom, there are students scattered about, waiting for the professor to arrive and for the lecture to start. You hum softly as you look over at your usual seat, turning around to look up at Alex. “I sit over there…there’s an empty right next to me if you want” you suggest.
The empty seat used to be taken up by Ellie before she started dating Sofia.
Alex smiles brightly as she nods before you can even finish your words, and that alone prompts you to grab her hand and drag her along through all of the seats to get to the two seats tucked away in the corner, the ones you used to look forward to making your way to almost every day that you had class.
When you two are settled, you fall into a comfortable conversation, your head resting against your hand as you listen to her speak. She tells you about her old school, about her favorite books and movies, her favorite music. You’re so caught up in the conversation with Alex…
That you don’t even notice Ellie walk into the room.
She walks in as she usually does these days, laughing softly at something Sofia said, her arm draped around the girls waist, keeping her close. Had it been any other day, she would’ve made her way down to the usual seats in the front that she has recently taken with Sofia, but the sound of our laugh quickly catches her attention.
At first, she realizes she hasn’t heard the loud sound in quite some time. The only thing she’d received from you in the small moments she shared with you were tiny giggles, or small hums, but never that deep, belly laugh that she loved so much.
Then, when she looks at you, head tilting back as you cover your lips, laughing loudly at something she was oblivious to, her eyes finally fall on the person your body is turned towards. A head of short hair and a leather clad, broad back is turned towards her, and suddenly Ellie is frowning.
Because that seat, is hers.
Ellie gives Sofias waist a soft tap, mumbling for her to wait for her at their seats as she presses a soft kiss to her cheek, green eyes never leaving you and Alex as she continues to make you laugh uncontrollably.
She doesn’t think about much, other than the annoyance she feels that someone is in her seat, regardless of the fact that she’d left that seat empty, leaving you alone for weeks on end. All she knows, is that she doesn’t like that someone is sitting in her seat, she doesn’t like that this is the first time she’s heard you laugh in weeks…..
And she sure as hell doesn’t like that it’s this mystery person that is causing that laugh in the first place.
“I know! I can’t believe you like that show too, I was convinced that-“ your words are cut off by the dark, looking presence that is suddenly hanging over you and Alex. It makes you frown softly, looking up to find a very angry Ellie standing in front of both you and Alex.
“Ellie? Hey! What are you doing here?” You question softly, unable to remember the last time you’d seen Ellie up there at those seats with you. The question is genuine, and for a moment you assume something might be wrong, but Ellie’s expression seems to be even more annoyed than when she first got there.
Instead, Ellie completely disregards your question, the girl annoyed with how innocent and genuine your words are, your big eyes blinking up at her with a twinge of worry as you await her reasoning for being there with you. She looks at Alex, her tongue pressing against her cheek before she nods her head towards the seat she’s sitting in. “That’s my seat” she deadpans, not leaving any room for argument.
Alex raises her eyebrows, staring up at Ellie before she turns to you for a moment, humming casually as she gives a half shrug. “I was told no one sits here anymore” she hummed out, staring up at Ellie in a challenging manner. It causes Ellie to scoff softly, rolling her eyes before she inhales deeply, and you know it’s because she’s trying to control her temper.
“Well I do, so you should find a different seat” she barks back, her tone progressively becoming more and more irritated with Alex. Alex simply chuckles softly, clearly taking Ellie for a joke as she sighs out. “Doesn’t have your name on it…so I’m not going anywhere” she finishes off, clearly done with the conversation with Ellie. Ellie raises her eyebrows, finally looking over at you as if to silently ask if you’re just going to let someone speak to your best friend that way.
And it annoys you to no end.
It annoys you because Ellie didn’t care about the seat for the past however many weeks since she’d been dating Sofia, you were sure it had been a good month at least, and suddenly she cares about it when someone is taking up the spot.
Taking up her spot.
You frown softly, staring up at your friend before you let out a soft sigh. “I think Sofia is waiting for you, Ellie” you try, giving her a slight nod as if to remind her that her girlfriend was in fact waiting for her down at the bottom of the sea of chairs. You hope it’ll clear her head, and whatever this sudden urge to come and check up on you with it. You see a flash of something ripple across her face, something you can’t quite make out for a moment, but once you do, it’s clear as day.
Betrayal.
She inhales deeply, eyes never leaving yours, only when they dart over to Alex. She wants to stay and say more, try to get the idiot next to you to sit somewhere else, anywhere else, but suddenly you’re turning your attention back to Alex, a soft smile on your lips as you fall back into conversation with her as if Ellie wasn’t standing right over the both of you. Ellie feels like she could burn a hole through the floorboards with how much it makes her seethe.
And the worst part is? She couldn’t even understand why it made her feel that way.
Soon, she’s stomping off like a child, down the stairs of the lecture room towards Sofia. She gives you an apologetic look from her spot at the bottom where she sits with Ellie, and it makes you so confused because why is she even looking at you that way? As if she was to blame for her girlfriends behavior? You give her a small smile back, and she turns around towards Ellie, her small hands rubbing the girls back gently as she bent her head down and pressed a soft kiss to her head.
You eye them for a moment, but your eyes don’t linger like they used to. You’re quickly looking back at Alex as she speaks to you, making you forget all about the very strange behavior your best friend just exhibited.
“Sorry about that…she’s…she’s great, I promise. I’m sure you two would like each other” you nod, giving Alex a reassuring smile. Alex hums in response as she looks down at Ellie, her eyes narrowing down at her for a moment before she nods. “I’m sure we would” she smiles out, and you can tell despite the rude interaction they just had, she’s genuine, and she seems to want to know more about Ellie.
But you save that for later, because you’d much rather get to know Alex than talk about Ellie.
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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 months
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country club bathroom part one
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words: 800
warnings: 18+ only!, smut, blowjob, mentions of female receiving oral and fingering, mentions of hooking up, semi public sex, pogue reader
part one / part two / part three / part four
“come on.” you tug at rafes hand, just as desperate for him as he is for you, following closely behind as you lead him into the staff bathroom, clicking the lock on the door, shutting you in together.
you’re on your knees in an instant, backing rafe up against the wall. you tug at his zipper and undo his button before pulling his pants down, mouth salivating when you realize he is already half hard in his underwear.
“fuck, such a dirty pogue, needing to suck me off so bad.” rafe groans as you lean forward, pressing open mouth kisses along his length.
“shut up, as if you don’t love this dirty pogue mouth.” you argue back. it started a few months ago, when you first got your job at the country club, ending your first shift by making out with rafe in a back hallway.
you’ve been hooking up since then, never going as far as to actually fuck, but you suck rafe off almost every time he comes in, and he makes it up to you by eating you out or fingering you.
“suck me baby, come on, enough teasing.” rafe says.
you are only on a fifteen minute break, not able to wait until the end of your shift to get your mouth on rafe, you need him now. you tug his underwear down, his hard cock springing up.
you grasp the base of his cock, spreading your lips to suck the head of his cock into your mouth, tongue flicking over the slit, tasting the precum that has begun to leak out.
“thats it.” rafe groans, pressing his shoulder blades against the wall. you bob your head, working half of his cock into your mouth, building up getting used to him going down your throat.
rafes length is impressive, maybe its what keeps you coming back to him, even though he hurls a few insults about you being a pogue every time.
“on your knees for the kooks, such a slut.” rafe moans, keeping his voice low as his hands fist in your hair. he doesn’t need to get caught, knowing it would mean you would get fired, and he would probably get suspended from the country club as well.
“not the kooks, just you.” you say, pulling off of rafes cock to take a deep breath, needing to refill your lungs with air after sucking him.
“damn right.” rafe says, moving his hand to the back of your head, forcing his cock back into your mouth as he pushes you down, making you take him fully. “only a whore for me.” rafe keeps his hips still, using his hands on your head to guide you up and down his cock, not caring about setting a gentle pace or slow tempo as you try your best not to gag around his length.
you moan around his cock, loving the feeling of him, of knowing that while you are on your knees, you have all the control for once. you blink up at rafe through your lashes, keeping your eyes on his face while he moans, jaw slackened, an intense look in his eyes.
“gonna cum in your throat, slut.” rafe says.
you shake his hands off your head, setting your own pace, moving faster, needing to feel his release, to bring him his high. 
you feel rafes cock swell in your mouth, and you know he’s close. you work faster, knowing you’re going to bruise your throat and end up sore, but you don't care.
“fuck, yes.” rafe groans, his head falling backwards against the wall as he presses his hips forward, releasing down your throat. you suck him through his orgasm, milking every last drop that you can before pulling off.
rafe tucks himself back into his pants and redoes them before helping you stand, your knees no doubt bruised underneath your pants. “told ya you liked this pogue mouth.” you smirk.
“yeah, whatever.” rafe rolls his eyes, pressing his lips against yours, pulling you in by your waist as he kisses you.
“my break is almost over.” you hum. “i gotta go.”
“yeah, of course.” rafe nods. you open the door to the staff bathroom, glancing to make sure that no one is around before leading rafe out of the staff area, sneaking him back to the lobby.
“hey, wait.” rafe says as you start to step away.
“what is it?” you ask, looking around again to make sure no one is noticing your conversation.
“want to come over tonight? my parents are gone and i’ve got the house to myself.” 
you know exactly what rafe is asking for, and you couldn’t be more excited to finally get him inside of you. “yeah, yes.” you nod. you make sure again that no eyes are on yours before you press a quick kiss to rafes lips.
“ill pick you up after your shift.” rafe says, a smirk on his face as he heads out of the lobby to finish his round of golf.
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tgcg · 7 months
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ms paint. you know her. u used her age 8 to make loads of rainbow ovals all over the canvas and then scramble it with selection tool. now u will know her true powers with my handyrandy tips under the readmore. some will be pretty basic and others are very special.
this post has 8 cool trix to learn for you. enjoy and i may do another in the future if i remember/learn more stuff
some of it might be common knowledge. but its got some deep cuts. all tips have gifs to show process easily.
🙂 enjoy and i hope this encourages you to fuck around in mspaint more
soundtrack for this post (loop it while you learn for advanced learning experience)
TIP 1) the right click trick
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left and right mouse click correspond to col1 and col2 respectively, which u can see in the top bar. this applies to all brushes and the fill tool like above. when using shapes col2 will be the fill colour (if you have solid fill selected). right clicking with shape maker will reverse the colours use on the shape.
TIP 2) right click eraser
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this one is extremely helpful for lineart or add shading. the eraser always uses col2. so your eraser can technically be any colour. but here's where you get powers: right clicking with eraser will only erase onto col1, with col2.
TIP 3) transparent selection change a guy destination
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the beloved transparent selection tool works based on what is selected as col2. so long as you have the correct colour as col2 you can make any image transparent and put it on top of anything else. and yes this works with photo bg as you can see.
TIP 4) the gradience
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this one is a little more complex. you want to start off with any canvas size, and make as many diagonal coloured bands as you want. (protip: holding down shift makes a perfectly diagonal line with line tool)
then you need to resize the canvas to a width of 1px (make sure you resize by pixels, and do not maintain aspect ratio). then resize again back to its original width (or a different width i cant stop you). you will have your lovely gradience.
TIP 5) superimposter
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so. you got a cool gradient and wanna put a guy on it. heres what i do:
i open a 2nd mspaint with same canvas size and draw whatever i want on there. i then pick a completely unrelated colour to my entire piece, and set that as the bg. you could use white, pink, geen, whatever you want as long as it doesnt appear somewhere else in ur drawing. copy the guy.
go back to your gradient tab. ensure that col2 is set as that bg colour you picked (lilac for me). have "transparent selection" enabled. paste your guy in. cue fanfare
TIP 6) advanced superimposter
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the great thing about this method is u can put multiple gradients in multiple areas of the image. this is where it gets all japanese printmaking type of shit. ukiyo-esque
all you need to do is make another canvas with a new gradient, ensure col2 is set as the colour you want to replace, then paste your original piece onto the new gradient. now my guy has a soft fade. you can do this as much as you want. (you could even make a canvas with a texture or photo and paste your drawing onto there)
TIP 7) "sketch layer"
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so as you now know, col2 is what is removed when you click "transparent selection". which means you can also remove any instance of a colour from ur drawing. which means you can have a unique colour for sketch layer and remove it from the drawing later. i admittedly dont do this but it is a great trick to have.
now combine this with lowering your dpi for smoother lines. may seem obvious but it helps. its like a free stabiliser whenever u want.
TIP 8) rainbow art
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now this is where you can get dizzee rascal "bonkers". check out my small and shitty rainbow trick. you can select anything and hold down shift, then drag with left mouse, to turn that selection into its own brush. i even did it with a guy. and you can of course do this with a photo as well.
🙂well that it for now. hope you liked it thanks for reading now back to your regularly scheduled tgcg programming
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ransomdemands · 1 year
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Don’t worry pet, it’s just training I promise. I know it seems like a lot, like far too much but I know you’ll be able to handle it.
Now, come kneel down here, yes just like that. On your hands and knees please I need to see that pretty hole of yours.
Oh! So tight for me, my pet has been obeying their no touch rule haven’t they. Let me stretch you out a bit darling. You feel so hot inside, I love the way my fingers feel inside you love. Oh now don’t squirm, you need to take all four or else you’ll feel it later.
What? Oh yes love, something bigger is going in your hole, a nice thick cock, isn’t that lovely?
My cock? No darling this cock will be attached to a fucking machine, a steady constant rhythm in your hole, i know you’ll get used to it.
I’m mean? Why, pet? Oh, because I’m putting you on constant fucking after being on no touch? Well that’s the point pet, it’s all part of your training. Now let me strap this vibrating piece to your front. Don’t whine at me pet i know it will be intense, the constant thrusting in your hole and the vibrations against your sensitive nerves in front. But I know you can take it.
Now, open wide.
Oh that’s such a good pet, I love the way you drool for my cock. Don’t worry pet it won’t ever get soft, my personal cock is safely hidden under this harness you see, and even though using my precious pet like this will be so lovely, I’ll be simply dripping underneath, you, don’t have to worry about that at all. My fuck cock will stay nice and steady for you, it’s silicone surface unresponsive to my desperate arousal.
Now, take it into your mouth, that’s a good pet. God you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, like you belong there. Now, deeper pet, I want it all inside of you, all the way to the base.
Don’t worry darling I’ve got you, you can twitch and squirm and make whatever noises you need to, I know you can take me all the way in.
Fuck. God seeing you pressed against me like that, eyes unfocused, drooling all over the harness my cock, deep within your throat. God I’m almost tempted to just jerk myself off like this, but no. We are here for a reason,
I’m going to train you my darling pet, to be able to cum from my cock in your throat.
Hahaha, I know love, that sound so good doesn’t it. Now you see why you’ve been on no-touch for so long.
Now let me pull out.
Yes.
Obey.
I am pulling my cock out of your throat.
Now be good.
Oh, yes that’s a good toy for me. Now you’re gonna keep my cock nice and warm in your mouth, drooling and sucking as much as you want to. Im going to start the machine, and you are going to be edged.
Nonstop.
That nice thick cock will be thrusting into your hole slowly, just filling you up, over and over. While those vibrations will be low and gentle, barely any stimulation while you warm my cock so beautifully.
Only when I thrust my cock, deep into your throat . Forcing your eyes unable to focus, you barely even able to breathe, so full of my cock, lips stretched perfectly around its base, will I I crease the thrusting and vibrations to the point where you could cum.
We are going to continue like this, my lovely pet, day and night, until you cum, every time I thrust down your throat.
And we won’t stop, until you cum from my throat fucking, without the cock in your hole or the vibrations.
I’m going to train you until simply fucking that lovely face of yours is enough to make you cum.
I’m going to train you until you’re a perfect little fucktoy. A toy that cums matter what I do to you.
My perfect slut.
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vickyzangels · 10 months
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You do NSFW too right? If so could you do Tom going down on reader?
% “너와 천천히 오래 걷고 싶어 until the end of time.”
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# synopsis ; redemption era?? resurrection era? idk🧍🏻‍♀️
# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader
# word count ; 614
# warnings ; nsfw (mdni), recreational drug use, he’s pussywhipped, tom is a, what does ice spice call them? a munch.
a/n ; YALL….. i completely scrapped the fic i was working on like i hate to admit it but i couldn’t do it i scrapped it 😭 but at least i found out something important from it, that i am entirely incapable of having any plot, like i can do a blurb at BEST, but god forbid i put even a minor storyline in. i might go back to it one day when i’m that deep and far into the trenches but the a/n for that fic literally looks like this so…;
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he can tie cherry stems with his tongue alone. no hands. gn.
kind of relates but kind of doesn’t anyway one of his favorite things to do while eating you out is fingering you (MY GODDDDD)
his calloused hands from guitar-playing are brushing up EVERY corner inside you, curling and making “come-hither” motions to reach that spot that has you squeezing your legs around his hands and yet he does NOT care, continuing up from your cunt to leave the most sweetest and innocent kisses and marks on your neck like he wasn’t hovering over you and abusing your g-spot till you squirted into his hand
on that topic, he LOVES squirters like he likes creamers too (he doesn’t discriminate), but he’s so into it like, god forbid he gets you to squirt (in which he always does) because he’ll happily come up soaked in your juices like a puppy
i’ve never mentioned this anywhere else but he’s 50/50 in bed with his attitude (that sounds so vague i’m sorry) and i mean that he is generally serious like he’ll fuck your brains out while sternly whispering in your ears about how much of a dirty slut you are HOWEVER, on the flip side of things he acts like he’s sooo damn funny 😐 like he’ll jokingly nip at you while going down on you (obviously lightly he doesn’t want to hurt you) and laugh when you look at him like 😧
he gets so weak if you sit on his face. his hands are wandering everywhere, spots on your hips where there are guaranteed to be bruises by tomorrow by how hard he’s holding you down onto him and his other hand going up to rub and hold your body while he groans into you because everytime his voice vibrates on you it makes you shiver🧎🏻‍♀️listen, tom has fuckboy experience he can keep going for ROUNDS before he decides to cum once but when you’re on top of him squeezing your thigh around his head, HE’S A GONER.
whether or not you smoke, you hypothetically do for this; tom’s such a slut for the way you taste the main reason why you ever get overstimulated when he eats you out is because you taste so good to him, so when you two smoked a blend that had flowers in it for calming effect, it doubled for an aphrodisiac and you had to pry him from your pussy.
about an hour ago, you and tom smoked blunts with a new blend you found from your dealer that only piqued your interest because she explained to you it also worked as an aphrodisiac. truth be told, that was the only thing you actually registered come out of her mouth cause you zoned out when she started talking, but knowing you and tom fucked like bunnies, you told her to take all your money and you were on your way. so now here you were, on your back with your legs over tom’s shoulders god near choking him to death (not that he was complaining), gasping moans into the air while your hand made its way to tom’s head, making weak efforts to push him away. “to- mm..! i can’t take it!” starting to writhe your hips, accidentally bucking further into tom’s mouth. he was pushing you and he knew it, pushing you towards your 4th orgasm and counting and he had no intention of stopping any time soon, especially not when whatever in that blunt was making you suddenly taste so much sweeter. not when whatever was in that blunt was making the music sensually slow down, or making your moans so honey smooth.
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a/n ; last blurb’s dialogue was definitely… 😟 but all i know is that i’m leaving the longer fics to people like @arquiiva and omg i think i’m back? and i also watched astv so i’m adding that to the topic list in guidelines but yeah i’ll try not to leave out of no where again
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Breakout - Knockout (Round 5)
Pairing: Boxer!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Joel figure out how to move forward.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
Series Content: Alternate Universe - No Outbreak, Explicit Smut, Age Gap, Secret Relationship, Workplace Shenanigans, Jealous/Asshole/Abusive (not physically) Boyfriend/Ex, Risk of Getting Caught, Fighting (Obv), Teacher/Student Dynamic, Best Friend's Dad, References to Drinking
Word Count: 7.5K
A/N: Thank you to @frannyzooey who is the wind beneath my wings, my sounding board, and my whore cheerleader always. Thank you to @astroboots and @djarinsbeskar and @write-and-buried who inspired and encouraged this idea in the first place. And thank you to everyone who has read and loved this story! I appreciate you all so much!
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Masterlist  | Series Masterlist | Round 4
I can’t do this. I’m sorry.
Joel reads your text for what must be the thousandth time as he sits in his living room, elbows on his knees as he stares at the screen and tries to figure out where exactly he’d fucked up.
Shouldn’t have rushed things. Shouldn’t have come on so strong. Shouldn’t have…He presses his forehead against his clenched fist, so deep in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t hear the front door open and close. 
“Hey,” he says a little too loudly, sitting up and quickly stuffing his phone in his pocket. “Thought you had work after your final?”
“I did…six hours ago,” Sarah replies, coming to stand at the edge of the living room with her arms crossed versus taking one of the other open seats on the couch. “What’s all this?”
On the coffee table in front of him, Joel’s old guitar sits half-restrung, a shiny dark brown around the edges and lighter shade in the center, a white butterfly decal on its neck a four-year-old Sarah had placed herself. 
He’d been in the middle of working on it when he decided he needed to turn on some music just to quiet down the silence. But as soon as he’d had his phone in his hand his thumb had strayed to his texts instead. To your text. To the last thing he’d heard from you for nearly two weeks.
“Just figured I might pick it up again,” he tells Sarah, giving her what he hopes is a convincing smile. “You have a lot of studying to do tonight?” 
“Not much now,” she says with a shrug. “Tomorrow is my last one.”
She’s giving him that same evaluative once over she’s been giving him for days now. The one that makes him sure she can see right through whatever bullshit excuse he’s managed to come up with for why he’s been such piss poor company. 
Maybe he should just tell her. Maybe then it wouldn’t constantly feel like there’s a lead weight sitting on his chest. 
“You going to the gym tonight?” she asks when he doesn’t say anything. “Tyler’s fight is Saturday, right?”
“Right.”
Not seeing you while continuing to see Tyler nearly every day has been a special kind of hell. The only thing worse than seeing that smug look on his fucking face being the knowledge of what it means.
He convinced you to take him back. You’re back with that fucking asshole, and Christ, Joel thinks he could’ve lived with you not wanting him but with having to know you’re with Tyler? With knowing that prick won’t treat you like he should?
I can’t do this. I’m sorry.
Charlie had been so goddamn pleased when he’d told him, coming up and clapping a hand on Joel’s shoulder a few days after he’d received that text from you. So fucking thrilled to tell him that Tyler was no longer living on his couch and that it had all worked out for the best.
Until Charlie had told him the happy news, Joel hadn’t fully given up hope. Had thought maybe you just needed time, because of course, you would. Just because he’d been willing to throw himself head first into things didn’t mean—God, he’d be willing to throw himself on his knees at this point just to have some answers.
I can’t do this. I’m sorry.
Are you okay? He just wants to know that you’re okay. 
“Sarah, have you…” Joel starts, knowing there won’t be any denying it anymore if he gets the words out. “Have you heard from…”
“No,” she says, letting out a deep breath, and he’s surprised to realize she looks almost relieved. “I mean, not really.”
Sarah does come closer now, dropping into the seat beside him on the couch, and he can’t help but huff out a laugh when she gives him a look that is undoubtedly one of his own.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
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The bell above the shop door rings as you walk back out, shaking hands with the owner of your favorite thrift store and agreeing that you would see her bright and early on Monday morning. 
After years as a waitress, you have no trouble keeping your smile in place while she disappears back inside and you round the adjacent corner. Still somewhat in shock that you’d actually acted on your impulse once you’d seen the Help Wanted sign in the front window.
Granted it’s not as if this is a purely indulgent decision. You do need the job, especially since you’d handed in your notice at the restaurant earlier this week. Something your boss hadn’t exactly fought you on since he was also tired of Tyler showing up and calling as often as he did. 
Fucking asshole.
Your jaw clenches with anxiety as you think of him while you walk, but you wait until you’re back in your car to truly let your customer service smile fall away, your head leaning against the headrest as you close your eyes. 
It’s not that you’re not excited about the job. After all, just the idea that you would be doing something you actually enjoy…Not to mention that Tyler would be far less likely to cause trouble for you there since he’d never thought to pay attention to your hobbies let alone your favorite places. 
You should feel happy. You should feel relieved. You should feel…something.
Instead you’re holding your phone in your hands, typing out a message that you know you won’t send.
I finally quit the restaurant. I got a new job at a thrift store. I think you’d love this one. Maybe you could stop by?
Above your drafted message, Sarah’s texts to you over the last two weeks stare back at you as guilt swirls in your stomach over all your one-word replies. 
Better this way. Neither of them need you fucking up their life.
You delete the message and tap back out, your eyes immediately falling to the unassigned number and text just below it.
You may have deleted his contact but you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to erase the text. Hadn’t been able to get rid of the business card he’d slipped into your hand that night at your apartment either. Hadn’t been able to…
You tap your thumb on the message, start to type another that will be just as short-lived as the one you hadn’t sent to Sarah.
I’m so sorry. I miss you.
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Joel sits at the red light, his turn signal click-click-clicking as his fingers tap on the wheel, and he adds another item to his growing list of regrets.
He never should have told Sarah. He never should have told her a thing.
“Are you sure it was a good kiss?”
He rolls his eyes, turning to give his daughter an offended glare before the light changes. “Yes, Sarah. Christ, yes, I’m sure it was fine.”
“It was just fine?”
Kill him. He wants to die.
“I know what I’m doing, alright?” he tells her without making eye contact, and he wonders if this is worse than when he had to give her the talk. Can’t be. “It was a good kiss.”
“Well, I’m just saying. It’s been a while. Maybe you’re rusty.”
Joel has only a moment of self-doubt before he remembers the look on your face, the way you’d sounded, the way you’d moved against him. He shifts in his seat. 
“It was good,” he reasserts, trying not to get too lost in that memory with his daughter present. “Besides how do you know it’s been a while? I could be dating.”
Sarah just stares at him, and he’s certain now that this is worse.
“I do just fine, alright? You’re here, ain’t ya?” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe you knew this whole time.”
“I didn’t know for sure. I suspected, but…You should have just told me,” she asserts, only for Joel to counter with, “Kind of like you should have just told me about not wanting to go to school?”
Joel was still getting over that part of the discussion himself, his feelings about you not the only things that were laid out on the Miller kitchen table this evening.
“At least, you’ll get your spring tuition money back,” Sarah says, looking down at her lap, and Joel feels another pang of parental guilt that he hadn’t thought to make sure it was what she wanted and not just him. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me, baby girl.” He reaches over and pats her leg, giving it a quick squeeze before adding, “We’re still going to talk about you going out to stay with Tommy though. God knows what he’s up to out there.”
“Yes, running a bar in a small town in Wyoming sounds truly treacherous,” Sarah says, perking back up and rolling her eyes. “And don’t change the subject. We were talking about how obvious you were.”
“Obvious?”
“Baby girl,” she says, doing an imitation of his much deeper voice. “Can you go check on the young woman who just left? Want to make sure she’s okay.”
Joel’s jaw works to the side and he opens his mouth to argue but Sarah keeps going.
“Then every time she was at the gym, you couldn’t stop looking at her. Then you bring her home after she fights with Tyler, and I find you two looking very suspicious on the couch while she’s wearing your clothes. You’re a lot of things, dad, but subtle has never really been one of them.”
“I’m sorry,” he tells her again while pulling into the lot behind the gym. “I just…I know she’s closer to your age, and I didn’t know if you’d think it was wei—”
“I wasn’t really planning on calling her mom.” 
Joel eyebrows shoot up, but his surprise turns to a laugh when she gives him a reassuring smile. 
“Besides I like her, and I like that she made you happy. And you seemed to make her happy, too.”
Joel’s chest tightens as he parks the truck, waiting a few guarded moments before he asks, “What makes you say that?”
“Every time I mentioned you, she’d get this look that she tried to hide.” She shrugs. “Plus, I’m pretty sure I heard her mumble your name in her sleep.”
Joel’s hand drags down his face, a vain attempt to wipe away the image he now has of you. Sleepy and soft and wanting him. 
“That’s why I thought it’d be a good idea to leave you two alone that morning,” Sarah goes on from beside him, “but maybe I should’ve stayed out of it.”
He shakes his head, looking over at her and doing his best to sound more okay than he feels. “Not your fault. I—I don’t know. Doesn’t matter now. She already told me that she doesn’t want anything with me. She’s back with Tyler.”
At that moment, a car catches his attention as it pulls into the back lot and up to the back door, the shithead who gets out someone Joel would recognize anywhere. However, the young woman getting out of the driver’s side to kiss him goodbye…
Sarah scoffs, watching, too. “Are you sure about that?”
*****
When you walk up to your building there’s a man crouched by the door, gray streaks in his brown hair and his plain t-shirt stretching as he works beside a toolbox.
For a moment, your heart skips, your breath catching until he stands and turns. 
Not him. Of course, it isn’t him. 
You paste your smile back in place as you approach, and the older man tosses his tool back in the box. “You live in this building?”
You nod, recognizing the building manager’s logo on the pocket of his shirt. 
“You happen to live in 3C?”
Your lingering and well-founded sense of self-preservation compels you to shake your head instead of nodding. Though your curiosity gets you to add, “I can give her a message though.”
“Great,” the guy says, bending to shut and pick up his tool box. “Tell her the front door is fixed.”
“Oh,” you say, surprised but pleased. “That’s good. Thank you. It’s been broken for a while.”
“But it’s fixed now,” he repeats, sounding peevish. “So feel free to also tell her to call off her guy.”
“My—Her guy?” You frown, confused. Had Tyler been antagonizing the building manager, too?
“Yeah, big fella. Real serious looking. Been down to the office twice to tell us we needed to get out here.”
Your stomach flips. “Really? What was his name?”
“Didn’t catch it. He just seemed to think a tricky lock was a top priority as if I don’t have three other buildings to attend to.”
“Was he—Did he have dark hair? Beard with a…” Your finger gestures along your jaw as the man looks at you impatiently. “Nevermind. Pretty sure I know. Thank you for fixing it.”
“Yeah, sure thing,” he says, muttering to himself and scooping up his toolbox before heading back to his truck parked along the sidewalk. “Just make sure he knows it’s done. Last thing I need…”
You bite your lip as you open the door, the first genuine smile you’ve had all week breaking across your face as you reach once more for your phone.
*****
Joel stalks into the gym, the back door slamming behind him as he starts his search. 
All around him the gym is an elevated pulse of activity, people either training or getting the place ready for Tyler’s fight two nights from now. A reminder that it’s what Joel’s supposed to be doing, too. 
He’s supposed to be in his office making calls, checking and rechecking to make sure everyone who’s anyone will be there to see his rookie’s true debut. He’s supposed to be running Tyler through everything one last time, putting him through his paces just enough to keep him loose but not enough to wear him out. Not enough to potentially get himself hurt. 
Joel’s supposed to be doing a lot of things. None of them the thing he already knows he’s about to do. 
In the middle of the center ring, Tyler is already putting on a show even if no one is currently watching. Dancing from one foot to the other like he hasn’t learned a goddamn thing, he barely acknowledges Joel slipping between the ropes.
“Let’s make this quick,” Tyler says, looking down and adjusting the wrist straps on his gloves. “Charlie needs me at some dinner thing in an hour.”
“Who’s the girl?” Joel asks, voice calm as he still stands a few paces away.
Tyler’s head jerks up, eyes narrowing until comprehension dawns. He grins. “Why? You looking for my sloppy seconds again?”
Joel’s right hand tightens at his side. “You’re fucking around on her. That’s it, right? You weren’t enough of a piece of shit already?”
Tyler’s lip curls, and he’s the first one to take a step forward. “You need to be careful about how you talk to me, old man. All I need to do is say something to Charlie.”
Joel laughs, watching Tyler grow angry at the sound. “A boxer who can’t fight his own fights. Still can’t figure out what everyone thinks they see in you.”
As if he plans to show him, Tyler advances, coming close enough before he thinks better of taking a swing. “You really don’t get it.”
“What don’t I get?” Joel asks, taking a small step to the side.
“You’re fucking washed up. Old news. After this weekend no one will even remember who the fuck Joel Miller is.”
Out of the corner of Joel’s eye, he sees Charlie walk up to the ring joining the small assembling crowd and looking concerned. Tyler notices, too, grinning again at the idea that he’s got Joel on the ropes, but he hasn’t had time to know the gym owner half as well as Joel does. 
“Easily forgotten. Easily replaced,” Tyler continues with a sneer. “Guess in that way you and her are actually pretty perfect for each other. You and that little slu—”
The crack of a bare fist hitting skin and bone reverberates through the gym, a collective sound of surprise rising up from the onlookers before Charlie shouts Joel’s name. 
He hardly hears it. He’s already advancing, eating up the distance that had expanded between him and Tyler when he had reeled back from the impact. 
“You say shit like that to her? You go back and say shit like that to her after she threw you out?” Joel asks him cooly, enjoying the way Tyler’s left eye is already starting to swell shut, the way he still isn’t keeping his gloves up like he should. Joel fakes a left hook before landing a jab to Tyler’s side that makes him double over. “She never took you back did she?”
“I didn’t take her back,” Tyler spits, trying to pull himself up. “She wanted me to. Practically begged me.”
Tyler takes a swing at him and Joel actually lets it land, a sharp graze along his cheek that his opponent is stupid enough to stop and feel smug about. At least, until Tyler is knocked right back in return, the strike to the right side of his face evening out the one he’d already received on his left. Starting to look worried, Tyler looks to the sidelines.
“Joel. Goddamnit,” Charlie yells at him again, but Joel knows he won’t dare cross into the ring. Never did dare to put himself on the line.
“That the best you got?” Joel taunts instead, stepping forward as Tyler takes a step back. “Not sure I put much faith in your legacy since you’re struggling to take a few hits from…How did you say it? A washed up old man?”
Tyler throws another punch, then another and another, only to end up as the one who breaks away with a busted lip.
“You are washed up,” Tyler snaps, the outrage clear even in his messed up face. “You’re a fucking has-been. You only took her to get at me because you know I’m better.”
He lunges, overextending his reach so that Joel can easily drive his elbow into Tyler’s upper back and send him sprawling. 
It’s a dirty shot. But Joel’s no longer interested in keeping things clean. 
With a groan, Tyler rolls onto his back as Joel steps up to tower over him, bending down to grab a fistful of Tyler’s shirt and yank him to eye level. 
“You motherfucker,” Tyler snarls, trying to shove him off. “Fuck you. And you can tell that fucking bitc—”
Joel rams his fist into Tyler’s stomach, the last word he’d been about to say swallowed up by a gasping cough when the wind gets knocked out of him.
“You really don’t learn at all, do you?” Joel says, tilting his head to the side as he smirks. “You come near her again. You say something about her again, and I’ll make sure you don’t get up, understood?”
Not saying anything, Tyler glares at him, and Joel tightens his grip, the neckline of Tyler’s shirt digging into his throat. 
“Repeat it.”
Tyler does, all the words coming out slightly strained before Joel drops him back to the mat and steps over him on his way over to where Charlie is waiting. Joel doesn’t even bother to slow down as he passes him by, throwing the words he’s waited too long to say back over his shoulder as he leaves. 
“I quit.”
*****
You’re sitting at your kitchen island, a nearly untouched glass of wine in one hand and your phone in the other. Tapping out what must be your millionth attempt at a message to send him.
Thank you for getting my door fixed. Could we talk?
I really appreciate you getting the door fixed. I’d like to see you.
Could I see you? I want to thank you for the door and also I’d like to talk. 
I miss you. I really want to see you. Could you come—
The sound of your door buzzer startles you so badly that you jump, almost upending your wine glass as well as sending your phone clattering to the counter. 
“Shit.” You reach for a paper towel and quickly wipe up the spilled drops of red before you grab your phone again and angrily walk over to the intercom. 
“Tyler,” you start as soon as your finger is on the button, “I’m going to call the fucking cops. Leave me alone, you fucking asshole.”
On the other end of the line, there’s a pause and then a muffled curse before a low voice breaks through the static. “It’s Joel.”
Your eyes drop to your phone, and the still unsent text on the screen. “Joel?”
“Can I come up?”
You can’t press the adjacent button quick enough, the loud buzz as you unlock the door for him starting a countdown to how long it will take him to reach you. 
As you wait, you occupy yourself by quickly straightening your already-tidy apartment, your eyes searching for anything too embarrassing while your hands stray up to check your hair. Still damp from your shower, you can only hope it goes perfectly with your complete lack of makeup and your favorite sweats and—Oh, God, you’re wearing his shirt.
There’s a knock on the door, and you walk to open it with your arms crossed tight against your chest, heart racing with the hope that the person on the other side of it isn’t just here to ask what could be so wrong with you that you would crawl into his lap one night and then drop off the face of the earth the next.
With one last deep breath for courage, you slide the deadbolt, turn the knob, and pull the door open, then whatever greeting you might have offered gets hastily replaced with “You’re bleeding!”
Hair messy and clothing disheveled, Joel Miller looks like he’s been through hell even if he also looks pleased to see you, the fresh cut just beneath his left eye immediately drawing your attention. Until you see his hands.
“What happened?” Before you even have him inside you’re starting to examine his right hand, his cracked and bruised knuckles looking so painful that it makes your chest hurt. “What did you…”
“Got in a bit of a fight,” he tells you, allowing himself to be led into the kitchen without complaint. “I’m fine. You should see the other guy.”
You had already been reaching up to get the first aid kit out of the cabinet by the microwave, but you turn to look at him at that statement, asking another question today that you suspect you already know the answer to. “Who’s the other guy?”
His jaw clenches, residual anger still on his face and in his voice when he says, “Tyler.”
You turn back to the cabinet, pulling the first aid kit out and opening it up beside him on the island even as your hands start to shake. “Did you, um…Did you...Does Charlie know?”
You look up to see Joel frowning, clearly confused by your question. “Given that he was standing ringside, I’m pretty certain he does.”
You nod, already starting to feel like you are going to cry as you start pulling out bandages and antiseptic. “Did you lose your job?”
“Technically I quit.”
Guilt swallows you whole, a few tears escaping despite your best efforts. “I’m so sorry. It’s my fault that Tyler came after you. This is my fault.”
“Hey.” His injured right hand cups your chin, turning you to look at him again and waiting until you meet his gaze. “None of this is your fault. I knew exactly what I was doing. I picked the fight.”
“You did? Why?” Joel raises his eyebrows at you, and you laugh. “I mean…Why today?”
Joel sighs, considering his next words for a while before he says them. “I saw him with someone. Outside the gym.”
“Someone?” You gently lower his hand from your face and start to clean the cuts, surprised when he doesn’t even flinch though you’re certain it must sting. “As in another girl?”
He nods, and somehow, the idea that Tyler is already with someone else while still doing his best to make you miserable is the least surprising thing to come out of today. “So you punched him?”
“A few times. For that. And some other things.” He’s quiet for a while, letting you finish with his right hand and switch to the left. Relieved to see it only bruised but with no broken skin, you move to the cut on his cheek, his dark brown eyes making you feel warm as they watch you.
“So…you said Tyler is worse?” 
The corner of Joel’s mouth twitches, his shoulders relaxing. “Yes.”
“How much worse?”
“Enough that I don’t think he’ll be in any shape to fight on Saturday.”
You shouldn’t like that as much as you do. You really shouldn’t.
“I thought you let him come back,” Joel says quietly as you continue to gently dab at the cut with a clean cloth, trying to get the dried blood off without hurting him further. “After you sent me that text and then I heard that he wasn’t staying with Charlie anymore, I just assumed you wanted…”
You shake your head, stopping what you’re doing so you can focus on what you’re saying. “I wanted to call you. I decided I was going to tonight, but…that Sunday after I got off work, I was about to call you, but then when I came out to my car, Tyler was waiting for me.”
You feel Joel go tense beside you, his expression hardening. “I should’ve fucking hit him harder.”
“He told me that he’d make sure you lost your job, and I knew how bad that’d be, especially with Sarah in school. I didn’t want to be the reason. I didn’t want to come between you and her.”
“Sarah drove me here,” he says, beginning to grin a bit at your evident surprise. “She also said to tell you that she’d like to grab dinner this weekend if you’d like to start answering her texts.”
“She did?” It feels as if an overwhelming weight has just fallen off your shoulders. “But what about–She’s okay with it? She doesn’t hate me?”
“No, sweetheart, she doesn’t.” Joel shifts, positioning himself so that you’re now standing right in front of him. “I’m sure she’ll tell you that herself and about school. And I’ll find another job. You don’t need to worry about any of that, alright?
“But what about—”
Joel kisses you, hard, effectively putting an end to your argument. Not that you mind. Your heart hadn’t really been in it anyway.
Instead you rise up on tiptoes to kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body into his. Trying to wordlessly convey how much you had missed him, and you think maybe you finally do get your message across when you hear him groan, stumbling forward with you towards the kitchen island. 
Your back bumps against the counter's edge, his fingers digging into your hips until he skims them upwards, and excitement ripples through you as his hands grasp your waist to lift you up.
“I can’t help noticing,” he murmurs to you as he kisses his way down your jaw, settling his body into the space between your legs. “You’re wearing my fucking shirt, sweetheart.”
You smile as Joel tugs the collar of the tshirt to the side so he can drag his mouth along the curve of your shoulder, your breathing growing uneven as you confess to him, “I’ve been sleeping in it.”
He groans again, returning to your throat, pressing a heated kiss over your racing pulse, brushing his nose along the column of your neck and breathing you in. Your head tips back as you let him, and your fingers slip beneath his shirt to seek warm skin just before you hear him murmur a muffled curse.
“Stay right here.”
An involuntary whine escapes your mouth when you feel him pull away, your eyes opening to see his back to you as he walks out of the kitchen, and for an agonizing split second you’re afraid he’s changed his mind about things. About you. 
Then you hear the deadbolt on the front door slide decisively into place. 
“No more interruptions,” he tells you as he strides back in, and you barely have time to nod in agreement before he’s back in front of you and picking up right where he left off. Your legs now wrapped snug around his waist and his hands cradling your face as he takes the kiss even deeper than before.
God, the way he kisses. Has just kissing ever made you feel this needy? Made you feel nearly light-headed from how intense it is? 
Joel moves one hand to the nape of your neck, guiding you into just the right position for him to take everything you’re offering. For his tongue to meet yours as he tastes you, for his teeth to catch your bottom lip, for his whiskers to tease against your jaw when he starts to stray lower.
You hold onto the front of his shirt as he works his way down, his fingers moving to the bottom hem of your own when he runs out of exposed skin. His eyes flick to yours briefly, a silent request that you agree to by gently covering his hands with yours, careful of his bandages and bruises as you both tug the shirt up and over your head in one fluid motion.
As much as Joel seemed to like you in his clothes, he seems to like this even more, his eyes roving over the bared skin of your stomach and chest before he reaches out and traces two fingers down the valley between your breasts.
You tremble, biting into your bottom lip as you follow the path of his fingertips. Down over your stomach, back up along your ribs, his gaze returning to your face as he traces the undersides of your breasts. Watching you closely as he cups the weight of one in his hand, rubs circles over and around the peak until it tightens into a hard bud.
You whimper, impatient for more as you shift your hips towards him and press yourself into his hand. “Joel, please.”
In answer, the corner of Joel’s mouth ticks up, and he leans forward to kiss you again, one of his hands braced against the counter while the other continues to play with you. Increasing the pressure, he lightly pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and you whine into his mouth.
“Sensitive, aren’t you, honey?” he murmurs before he makes you do it again. “Sound so fucking pretty.”
He starts guiding you to lie back on the counter through the way he’s pressing himself into you, and the feeling of the cool surface makes you even more aware of how hot he runs, his skin meeting yours at last when you greedily pull his shirt up and toss it to the side. As your hands skim over the soft swell of Joel’s stomach and the broad expanse of his chest, you make a note to later spend hours appreciating both just as your fingers go to grip his shoulders and bury themselves in his hair. An uncontrollable response to Joel kissing his way down your throat, licking into the dip at the base of it before he returns to the nipple he’d teased. Only this time with his tongue.
“Fuck.” Your head tips back, your eyes closing as you arch into him and enjoy every spark of sensation. Revel in the deep pull you feel in your abdomen when he wraps his lips around it and begins to suck, his left hand moving to give attention to your other side before he does the same with his mouth. Working you up until you feel like all you are is need, so that when you feel his fingers hook just below your waistband you don’t even hesitate before lifting your hips.
Dragging your sweats down your legs, you watch him uncover you, the tip of his tongue resting on his bottom lip as he reveals each new inch of skin. When he’s done, Joel lets the black material fall to the floor without so much as a glance in its direction.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” he says again, nudging your legs further apart with his body so that you’re spread out on display for him. 
Gently, Joel places his bandaged right hand low on your stomach, thick fingers spanning across while his left hand firmly cups you between your legs. His thumb finding and beginning to circle your clit before he adds approvingly, “And so fuckin’ wet.”
God, you must be. You must be because his thumb is sliding over and around that sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that feels nothing short of heaven. So good that it takes you a moment to realize that he’s figuring out what you like best by the way you’re responding, and once he does…he doesn’t fucking stop.
“Joel,” you say his name in a slight panic as the intensity builds, but all it sounds like is a moan, your nails digging into his forearm as you try to catch your breath. “Joel, I’m—”
Your orgasm hits you so hard and so fast that you jerk. Your whole body tensing and then releasing as wave after wave of it washes through you, and you let out a half cry that’s a combination of pleasure and shock and relief. Dazed, it takes you a moment to realize he’s stopped, and that he now has his arms wrapped around you as he holds you against the solid wall of his chest.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs from above you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m sorry. Was that too much?”
You shake your head adamantly, wondering why he’d think so until you wipe a hand across your face and realize there are tears.
“Oh, God. No, no, I’m—I’m fine. Better,” you try to explain, loving the way it feels to be held by him. To feel so safe. “I just never—I always thought it was me. I thought maybe there was something wrong with me.”
Joel leans back to look at you, one of his hands cupping your face so you’ll look up at him, too. “You thought what was you?”
“I’ve never, um—I mean I have. On my own,” you say, suddenly more nervous about this than you had been to be naked in front of him. “I never have been able to…you know with someone.”
Joel frowns, brow furrowed deep until it dawns on him. “None of the guys you’ve been with have made you come?”
“Guy,” you correct, trying not to look away. “I’ve only ever been with Tyler. Until now. Obviously. And I was always taking so long so…”
Joel’s jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath in. “I really should’ve fucking hit him harder. No, I should’ve killed him.”
You laugh, about to tell him it wouldn’t be worth the jail time when he tilts his head in the direction of your room. “Bed?”
You nod, your body already beginning to respond to that question even if your mind hasn’t quite caught up. Though he makes it clear soon enough. 
Ruthless. Joel Miller is ruthless.
*****
“That’s it. Come on. Give me one more.” 
Joel kneels at the foot of your bed, not even caring that his knees will bitch at him tomorrow for it, because right now he has much more pressing things on his mind. Such as the sight of you naked on your back in front of him, your breathing quick and your body slick with exertion. 
Wrong with you? There’s not a fuckin’ thing wrong with you. You’re fucking perfect, and now that you’re his, he can do whatever it takes to prove it.
“Joel,” you moan, still squirming even with his forearm across your belly and his shoulders between your thighs holding you in place. “So much.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he tells you, placing a tender kiss on your inner thigh to soothe you though he doesn’t slow the shallow thrusting of his two fingers inside you. “I haven’t even given you my cock yet though, honey, so you’re going to have to take a little more.”
He lowers his head to focus his tongue on your clit, listening to you keen, knowing that you're close again. Close and so fucking tight. Even after he’s worked you open, you’re still clenching around his fingers in a way that makes him want to do nothing more than bury himself inside.
But not just yet. 
Slipping his fingers from you, he makes sure you’re watching when he puts them in his mouth along with a third. Letting you see that he means it when he says you’re going to have to take more, and he loves how fucking eager you are. He presses his hand down a little more firmly on your stomach as you try to cant your hips towards him, impatient for it. For him. 
“Be still, honey,” he tells you as he presses the three fingers against your entrance. “That’s it.”
You take them with something between a whine and a moan, the sound caught at the back of your throat as your mouth falls open, and you let him slowly stretch you further.
“That’s it. Being so fuckin’ good.” 
You come again just before he’s got them buried to the knuckle, your body trembling through it and a blissed out expression on your sweet face just like there should be.
His. His girl. 
He pulls his fingers from you again, wet with your release and sucks them clean before he stands and moves to the button of his jeans. Ignoring the way his injured hands are throbbing the same way he has the rest of the night because he’s not ready to stop yet. Too drunk on the idea that he finally has what he wants to do anything but drown in it.
Which is why when you sit up to take over, your fingers quickly undoing the button before hooking into his belt loops, he lets you. The look on your face when you take him in sending a streak of satisfaction up his spine. Not to mention how fucking good it feels after being confined in those jeans for so long while being so fucking hard.
Any remaining apprehension he’d had about whether coming here was a good idea had evaporated as soon as you’d opened your door and he’d seen you. His urge to claim you as his right there in the fucking doorway only coming second to his overriding need to comfort you, to make sure you were alright, to be whatever you needed because what he needs is you.
Hesitantly at first, you reach out to touch him, running the length of him with your fingertip before you reach the base and take him in your hand. To encourage you, he covers your hand with his and squeezes so that you’ll tighten your grip. 
“Good girl.” Joel’s head tips back as he lets out a deep breath through his nose, trying to calm down. An effort that becomes completely fucking useless as soon as you lean forward, and he feels you put your mouth on him. 
“Honey, you don’t have to…” His words trail off on a groan when your tongue licks over the tip. Again and again before you take him a little deeper in your mouth and start to suck him.
Reflexively, his right hand goes to the back of your head as he groans again, and there’s something about the sight of his bandaged, banged up hand tangling in your pretty hair that makes him nearly thrust his hips forward until he calms himself again by focusing on the sting in his knuckles.
Slow. Take it slow.
When you start taking him deeper, he starts thrusting steadily into the wet heat of your mouth, starts focusing on how you feel and how you sound as you take him and fucking Christ he’s not going to last long. 
Not with the way he can see you pressing your thighs together as he fucks your mouth, squirming again with the need for him to fuck that pretty pussy instead.
He thrusts deep one more time, and very nearly does spill down the back of your throat when you grip his hips with your hands and hold him there until he’s pulling you off of him faster than he’d intended and putting you once more on your back.
“You perfect fucking girl,” he tells you as he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue before he reluctantly pulls away, standing and bending back down to pull his wallet from his jeans. Incredibly grateful that he’d thought to stash a condom in there after he’d had you against his truck. However he’s stopped from ripping it open when you murmur, “I’m safe.”
His head whips up, making sure you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying as you tell him again, “I’m safe. Got tested last week after…and I’m on the pill.”
“I’m safe, too. I’ll do whatever you want, honey. You sure?” 
You nod your head, and he has to take another steadying breath before he climbs back up on your bed with you. Covering you with his body and watching you light up from the praise he’s murmuring in your ear as you hug his torso with your legs and wrap your arms around his neck. 
Unable to wait any longer once you start arching into him, he reaches down between you and him, rolling his hips to drag his cock over your center before lining himself up.
He swallows each and every one of your moans as he works himself inside you inch by inch, letting you adjust to his size, feel every bit of him. 
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he tells you over and over. “Feel so good taking me. That’s it. Just like that. Rub your pretty clit for me. Want to feel you come on it. That’s it.”
You’re so tight. So slick and so warm. Fuck, he’s not going to let you out of this fucking bed for days.
“Where do you want it?” he asks, panting as his pace picks up. Going deeper and harder with each thrust. “Where do you want it, sweetheart?”
“Inside,” you moan, your body meeting his each time as your breathing quickens. “Inside, Joel, please.”
He groans, nodding and holding on just long enough to feel you come around him before he lets himself follow. Completely content to stay right there for the rest of his life if you’d let him until you start to shift beneath him.
“Sorry,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, rolling with you so you’re straddling him and lying on top of him with your chest against his. “Don’t want to crush you.”
“You could crush me if you want,” you say, smiling bright and big, your fingers reaching up to brush delicately over his jaw. “After that, you can do anything to me that you want.”
He chuckles, leans his head up to kiss you again, soft and slow and unhurried. Only breaking it when you sit up suddenly with your hands braced on his chest. 
“You fixed my door,” you say as you look down at him with clear affection, and it takes him a second to get his brain on any topic other than the naked woman on top of him. “They said you went down to the office.”
“I did,” he murmurs, rubbing the tops of your thighs with his palms. “Thought I noticed that they finally got to it when I came in, but then I got distracted.”
He grins and you smile, resting back on his chest with one of your arms beneath your head.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him softly, drawing shapes against his skin with your fingertips. “I mean, we weren’t even…you didn’t have to.”
“Just because we weren’t together didn’t mean I didn’t want you taken care of,” he tucks his finger beneath your chin so you’ll look at him again. “But I’ll be much happier now that I’ll get to take care of you myself.”
“Thank you," you say softly, leaning up to kiss the spot on his jaw where he can never seem to get whiskers to grow. “You going to let me return the favor? You going to let me take care of you, too?”
He appears to consider it for a minute, laughing when you narrow your eyes at him, and he rolls you back beneath him before starting to kiss you again.
“I will,” he tells you, meaning every bit of it. “I swear.”
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