#Couple Filmed Having Sex On Balcony

[monzamash]

smile you're on camera — lando norris

when miami hits different... lando norris x you (femreader) | 1.8k rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) masterlist

“That all looked sufficiently cringe.”

Lando’s gruff laugh echoes as he slid the balcony door open for you. You had been watching him for the past half hour filming promotional content for the Miami GP, each one cheesier than the last and you couldn’t help but admire his work ethic – even if it meant watching him make a complete fool of himself in the blistering heat.

A grumbled “you’ve got no idea” paired with a deep sigh in reply was all you were going to get and a sweet kiss pressed to the back of your head.

He helped you collect the book you’d abandoned in lieu of watching him glow in the golden hour and retreat inside from the humidity, still suffocating as the sun set off in the distance. The sweet relief of the air con as you stepped inside provided a little bit of respite while Lando shuffled around the room, closing windows and doors, trapping what cool air you did have inside your hotel room.

“I have something to show you…”

Lando sheepishly declares as you splay out on the hotel bed, grumbling through a jaw splitting yawn, “What is it?” “I stole it.” That got your attention, shooting up from where you were laying down, “But I’ll take it back tomorrow… after we’ve used it.”

Sitting in his hot little hands was a camcorder that had seen better days, scratches on its lens and all. Lando watched your shocked expression fall to one of annoyance as you sat back on your hands, eyebrow quirked and scowl present on your pretty face.

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw come on,” He drawls, holding the camera up to his eye – the other squinted behind the viewfinder, “I swapped in one of my SD cards and I know you’re into this kinky shit. Admit it…”

Lando kept the camera up, the little red light that was on all of those old school recorders flashed in the dark. Your eyes were rolling when his grabby reached out for your hip, “You’re out of your mind.”

“That’s the effect you have on me, baby.”

A soft hum slips from your lips feeling the pads of his fingers tracing down the outside of your thigh, too easily convinced by the man who consumed your every thought; every desire. You missed him when he was gone, the days spent with him slimmer as the season lulled on. So, maybe having something to reference on those cold, lonely nights was excuse enough to indulge the idea. And he was right – you are into this shit.

“Just make sure you can’t see too much,” You whisper into the air, giving the green light.

Lando’s little noise tells you everything. He's excited about this; you can tell by the way he nips and presses a couple of sloppy kisses to your cheek before scurrying off to set up the camera. He was a giggly mess thinking about how fucking lucky he was to be with someone who was up for anything. Equal parts classy and devious – just the way he likes it.

“Hop up on the bed so I can frame you,” He sweetly instructs, eyes trained on the small screen lighting his dark features, ocean eyes a moody blue.

You do as you’re told and crawl up onto the comically large bed, propped up on one elbow with hair a mess. Lando smiles when he shifts focus onto you – the sheer white dress you were wearing flaunting everything he loved about your body. All curves and supple skin, pebbled nipples peaking through – the silverware you had secretly added to them as a surprise for him peaking through under the fabric.

“You are so fucking pretty,” He almost whimpers; a warm flush washing over your sticky skin. It was hot in the room you were in and the way Lando was eyeing you from behind the camera was searing.

“Can you take the dress off for me?” his voice was a lower octave than before, eyes still watching your shadowed body moving across the messy bed.

“Not sure how to make this look sexy but…” You huff, carelessly tearing the thin material over your head and throwing it to the side, “your wish is my command.”

Lando chuckles quietly and strides over to you, no longer able to keep his hands off what was his. He hopes there’s enough space on his card for what he was about to do to you – because in reality, this was selfishly for him to indulge in when you weren’t near, to feel like you were close when you’re a million miles away. You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes following his as he reaches out and presses down your hair, frizzed up by the dress sitting on the floor beside his feet.

“So cute,” He admires, “And somehow even sexier…”

He leans down and meets your craned neck halfway in a tender, reassuring kiss, “If it gets too weird just say, baby.”

His words were just loud enough for you to hear, not for the camera – just you, “Oh, you know I will.”

He laughs into the kiss, knowing that you were in full control of this situation – he was under no illusions when it came to your dynamic. It was laced through your entire relationship, the fair balance of power – of give and take. But tonight, all he wanted was to make you feel good and so he rested between your already shaky thighs and pried them apart, basking in how seduced you are by his little ploy.

“You pretend like this shit doesn’t turn you on but look at you,” He revels, one solitary finger brushing languidly through your folds and earning an impatient growl.

Lando wasn’t in the mood for teasing – the battery life on the camera and your legs wrapping tightly around his head made sure of that. He helps you shuffle back on the bed, hands gripping your hips as he rearranges the shot – you caught a glimpse of the blurry reflection of the two of you naked on the camera lens and it sent a pang of doubt down your spine, chilling.

“I hope we don’t look disgusting when we watch this back.” It was an honest thought – one you hope doesn’t kill the mood.

“You look so unbelievably hot,” Lando hums, kissing the top of your shoulder before pressing his hand to your lower back, “Lay on your front and I’ll fuck you like this…”

You raise a sceptical eyebrow, “From the back? This is getting real porny now.” But of course you do it, positioning yourself on your stomach, backside up with a playful smirk that had the man behind you grinning like an idiot.

“Might as well put on a bit of a show just in case this does get out somehow,” Lando teases, earning a swift round arm to the ribs. He grimaces in pain but you knew behind those flirtatious blue eyes, he loves it.

“Well you better fuck me good, huh? Wouldn’t want people thinking you’re a dud shag…” Now it was your turn to taunt and Lando’s reaction was the exact one you were praying for.

A hasty smack to your ass that had been brushing against his clothed cock for better part of a minute; it wasn’t a hard but it certainly wasn’t timid, either and the moan that slipped from your lips had him itching to rearrange your insides. He smoothed over the reddening mark and pressed a sweet kiss to your spine before pushing down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing himself between your thighs.

“Don’t hold back those sweet sounds, pretty girl. I wanna hear you, okay? I want everyone to hear you…”

“Same goes for you, handsome.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you surrender to the delicious stretch he gives you. Weakly pushing back but making no head way in adjusting. A whimper falls from your mouth before the squeal when Lando lunges forward, pushing deeper with a sadistic grin lining his bitten lips. He was sweating already – tanned skin glimmering against the darkening sunset while every muscle on his stomach contracted, delving further into your depths.

“That’s it, Lan,” You sputter out, blowing stray hairs out of your face so you can get a good look at your boyfriend, “Move it just like that – yes…”

And he did, rotating your hips tantalisingly slow to begin but gradually building up his long, delectable strokes – the sounds of skin slapping and shallow breathing heightening all of the senses. In the midst of his relentlessness, you manage to slip your hand between your thighs, toying with the sensitive bud begging for your attention. Lando’s strained hum of approval when he felt your back arching sent a rush of blood to your fingertips.

“Tell me how good it feels when you play with yourself?” He asks, hunched over and kissing the nape of your neck when you opened your eyes, giggling at the wispy curls tickling your skin, “Is that how you do it when I’m not around?”

“God, yes… But wish you were always here, baby.”

“Do ya imagine me fucking you like this, huh? Begging for that pussy to come around my cock?” He probes, receiving a moan in response – your brain short-circuiting from the orgasm quickly approaching, easing you over the edge.  

You buried your head at first, shying away from the little red light flashing in your rolling eyes until Lando gently encouraged you to ‘show him your pretty face when you come undone’. It was all whispers and moans and absolute bliss when you resurfaced, pupils blown out from both sides as Lando reached over you and flipped the small preview screen around.

“Look at yourself,” He grunts into your neck, losing control of every single fibre of his being as he pumped into you.

“Fill me up, Lan. Make a mess…”

“If you say shit like that to me, you're gonna make me– fucking… fuck,” He sputters out, chanting your name, and before you can even blink, you feel that familiar twitch inside you.

The one that almost always triggers another high, extremely close to losing yourself to the white hot pleasure all over again.

Lando collapses into your slick back, his warm release pooling as he catches his breath and holds you tightly. You look up at the camera – the red light still flashing as you muster up every ounce of energy remaining and pick it up off the tripod. You hold it stupidly close to his flushed cheeks that are pressed into your skin, eyes closed.

“Any last words before I turn this off?” You ask, Lando slowly lifts his chin up and rests it next to your face. You smile at how equally fucked out and sleepy you both appear, blissfully satisfied by your work. His voice is gravelly when he tries to speak, clearing his throat before trying again.

“Um, yeah so make sure you like the video and subscribe if you haven’t already…”

“Stop!” You shout and smack him in the shoulder – Lando groans with faux pain into your neck as you turn the camera off and wriggle out of his strong grasp.

“You are unbelievable!” You jest, swatting his tickling fingertips away.

“What? I could’ve said stay tuned for part two…”

a/n – happy new years everyone x

[cillianhead]

A New Pair of Glasses || Cillian Murphy x Reader

Part One! Part Two!

summary: When Y/N watches the Batman trilogy for the first time with her friends... she returns home to Cillian with a newfound sense of longing for a certain Dr. Jonathan Crane.

warnings: SMUT, DUBCON!, CNC themes!!!, unprotected P in V, oral sex (f and m receiving), analplay, FAKE DRUG USE! (Cillian gives reader a sugar pill and says it's a sedative (all consensual; reader is aware of the fact it's not a real sedative.)) minor alcohol use / drunk, age gap (reader is college age while Cillian is in his mid-to-late 40s), swearing, daddy kink, sir/doctor kink, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation, vulgar language, sort of a sugar daddy + sugar baby dynamic, slapping, roleplay, dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, squirting, sex toys (dildo and vibrator), use of electric shocks for sexual pleasure (Cillian uses some sort of mild toy that zaps you), use of restraints, fake cheating scenario, sort of vague allusions that Cillian is gonna push her off a balcony but I'd like to stress the words VAGUE ALLUSIONS!! adult content ahead!!

LONG FIC ?!?!

(I wrote this while listening to Eat Your Young by Hozier :-))

18+ Minors DNI

"This your man?" Your friend Gabriel snickered as you all sat around eating popcorn and other various junk foods.

"Yeah... yeah..." You roll your eyes playfully before popping a few popcorn kernels into your mouth. You felt horribly flustered and hot despite the cold weather outside.

"Genuinely can't believe you've never seen these movies before," Your friend Mia, Sasha's girlfriend, remarks from the couch. The film was paused on a particular scene of Dr. Jonathan Crane with a gavel in hand. "Especially since your boyfriend is in it..." She said teasingly. "I can't believe he's your boyfriend!"

You just giggled and shyly smiled. You had binge-watched all the movies, and now you were on the last one. You couldn't express the emotions you were feeling right now. A deep carnal sensation was lighting you on fire within as they continued the scene. Though he was only in it for a short amount of time, you found yourself zoning out and fantasizing about Jonathan Crane and what it would be like to fuck him.

The movie ended, and by now, it was nearing midnight. You hadn't planned on staying the night at Sasha's, so you stood back up and collected your things. A driver was picking you up in about ten minutes, so you sat around with your three best friends and talked about your plans for the rest of the weekend and all that.

"What's your boyfriend up to?" Gabriel asked with a knowing smile on their face.

"Oh, he's gone to the pub to watch the footy with a couple of his buddies," You beamed. You couldn't explain it, but the idea of Cillian out and having fun with a couple of pints of Guinness in some little pub, having a blast, and laughing with his mates was unbelievably cute. It made you feel all blushy and dumb, the kind of dumb a schoolgirl would get at seeing her favorite charming teacher. "Not sure if he's home yet, and I haven't really wanted to bother him tonight. It's his first time seeing his friends in a while... since he and I are basically together all the time." You giggled, fiddling with the hem of your shorts.

"This is your first time seeing us in forever too!" Sasha squeeled with that laugh of hers, throwing a cushion at you.

"Ow, hey!" You pouted as you pretended to soothe your arm.

"You know it's true," Sasha sassed. "You two are joined at the hip... but we're not mad, we just miss you... but we're so happy for you and your sugar daddy- *cough* sorry, boyfriend." Sasha joked, and you all burst out laughing.

"He's not my sugar daddy..." You bit your lip, stifling the laughs ready to erupt from you. "I mean, like... he is... like that's how it first started, but he's more than that now..." You bit your tongue and rubbed your heel on the ground with a reclusive and cheeky smile. "I think I'm gonna marry him..." You grinned.

"Oh! You are not... we haven't even fucking met him!" Gabriel snapped, cackling. "Why can't we meet him?" "Oh, come on, I want you guys to meet him, and he wants to meet you... I'm just nervous..." You mused.

"What? Do you think he's gonna hate us?" Sasha asked while sipping her margarita that she bragged about being able to make herself.

"No... it's just..." You hesitated, looking down at your lap. "You guys are very different types of people. I think it's likely to clash in a strange and complicated way." Gabriel nodded their head understandingly. "Like you guys are gonna meet! But I just don't know exactly how... he's a very lowkey guy and likes quiet settings, whereas you guys... wanna go do something fun and exciting and a bit loud... and that's fine! I love both of those things... and Cillian's all weird and cute and awkward when he meets new people, especially in loud places..."

"Oh hush, we get it... we'll meet when the time is right," Sasha smiled. "As long as we meet before the wedding though, like-"

"Oh shit, my driver's here, I gotta go. He's been waiting for two minutes already..." You hurriedly got up and gave Gabriel and Sasha big hugs.

"Who are you with your private drivers?!" Sasha giggled before leaning on Gabriel with loving smirks.

"Bye!" You yelled before quickly rushing out the door with both your shopping bags from the day of shopping you had with your two mates.

You had met up for brunch, which turned into "a quick trip to the mall" to try on about fifteen different pairs of clothes in six other clothing stores. After that, you returned to Sasha and her girlfriend's place and hung out with the three of them for a while. Sasha's girlfriend was a massive nerd with posters of Evil Dead, Five Nights at Freddie's, Hatsune Miku, and many other fun, dorky things. It was when someone brought up Batman that Sasha's girlfriend, Mia, would begin to lose her mind. You both chatted about it, and she told you all about the different Batman villains and then subsequently mentioned The Scarecrow.

"That's Y/N's boyfriend!" Gabriel said as they took off their makeup in the mirror.

Sasha and Gabriel then had to explain to Mia that you were dating the actor who played the scarecrow in the Christopher Nolan Batman films. It was funny seeing Mia's reaction, and you talked a bit more until you mentioned that you hadn't seen them, and then they all decided on a movie night.

And now you sat in the back seat of a black car, leaning your head against the window. You were excited to see Cillian again. You had missed him all day. The streets were busy, full of people coming out of pubs. Everyone was watching the footy today, so it made sense that it was more crowded than usual. As you slowly pushed through traffic, you closed your eyes and fell asleep to the sound of the busy streets and passing cars.

A few hours had passed and everything was quiet now.

"Y/N, honey, you're home," The driver gently shook you awake. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead." You smiled with your eyes closed at the older man and slowly slipped out of the car with your things.

"Thanks for waking me up, Jim," You said kindly. "Has Cillian already paid you for tonight?" "Yes, with a hefty tip as always," Jim croaked happily as he made his way back to the driver's seat. "You have a good night, Miss. Y/N."

"Thank you, drive safely, please!" You yelled as you unlocked the door to your shared home with Cillian. All the lights were off so you figured Cillian hadn't made it home yet.

You sighed and set down all your bags once you entered your bedroom. You got changed into one of Cillian's shirts and a pair of comfy sleep shorts and slipped your headphones on. You stood out on the balcony with a slight smile on your moonlit face. A cup of chamomile was cradled in your hands as you listened to soft music and waited for your beloved boyfriend to get home.

You couldn't stop thinking about him, though. Jonathan Crane had ravaged your mind. Just the thought of him made you squeeze a little. How he looked and acted, it was like every cell in your body was lit on fire with desire for the fictional character. Of course, the main reason you found him so sexy was because it was Cillian. But that was well over a decade ago now, and Cillian had aged beautifully since then. The thought of an older 'dilfier' version of Crane made you weak in the knees.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a familiar arm snaking its way around your waist and a loving kiss placed on your shoulder.

"Hey, darling," Cillian whispered as you pulled your headphones off. He held you in his arms and swayed you slowly. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, and you grinned, knowing he was probably a bit buzzed. "Missed you while I was out." "Mmm, yeah?" You hum, setting your tea down on the small glass table beside you before wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying with him softly. "How much?"

"So much," He slurred, pushing his face into your neck and groaning at your sweet smell. "Fuckin' thought about you all night long, even when me' team won." "Your team won?!" You exclaimed gleefully. "That's great, Cillian!" "Yeah, yeah," He shook his head with a blush on his face. "They won by a landslide." He was so cute when he blushed. "Oh, my lovely boy," You praised sweetly and leaned in, kissing him deeply. Cillian moaned into the kiss as his hands slid down to rest on your ass., giving it a loving squeeze. "I've been waitin' for you, Daddy." You whispered with a string of spit tying your lips together.

He snarled a bit at the nickname. "Oh yeah, baby?" He huffed with a one-sided grin. A smug look on his face as the dynamic immediately changed, and he pressed your back against the wooden railing with a sadistic smirk. "What you've been waitin' for?" He whispered gravelly in your ear, his hips pressed into yours to make you feel his hard dick through his trousers.

"I..." You trembled, mouth helplessly falling open with shyness.

"Was it my cock?" He hummed, fingers sliding up from your arm to grip your quivering jaw heavily. He slapped you across the face, but not enough to bruise, just to leave a constant sting. You whined, and another slap was given. "Tell me... baby... I know you can feel how fuckin' hard I am right now, so tell me all about how you're cunt is drippin' f'me." He grunted, letting go of your jaw and lining his hips up with yours with his palms roughly grappling at your ass to pull your barely-clothed pussy right against his fucking hard cock.

"Daddy..." You whispered breathlessly and helplessly. The way he was pushing you back against the balcony caused you to lean over the edge ever so slightly. It was frightening. You knew Jonathan- *I mean* Cillian would never push you off the balcony. But the thrill was enticing as he looked at you hungrily.

"Don't be coy with me now, little girl," Cillian smiled a toothy and mischievous grin. "I remember all the times you've had the mouth of a pornstar, spewing dirty t'ings for yer daddy," He pressed his nose into your neck, cupping the back of your head as he leaned you against the balcony.

"Please fuck me...." You gasped, grinding yourself on his erection. He groaned and grabbed you harder, this time away from the balcony and back inside. You were gripping his shirt feverishly, trying not to fall over. He pushed you down onto the bed with a grunt and kicked his socks and shoes off before undoing his belt and ripping off his top layers. "Oh, daddy..." You whispered, spreading your legs open as you pulled your shorts down and your thong with it. Cillian leaned down, grabbed your black thong, and raised it to his nose and mouth, smelling it like a feral dog.

"Fuckin' hell," He exhaled before dropping to his knees before you, at eye level with your wet pussy. "I'm so hungry..." He nipped your inner thighs, slowly lowering closer to your heat.

"Please... eat me... Daddy, oh my god," You mewled as you raised your pussy to his drooling mouth and tongue. "Fuck, oh!" You exclaimed as you arched your back, digging your fingers into his hair and pressing his face into your cunt. He ate you up like a cornucopia of fruit and slurped you up with his tongue.

"S'good," Cillian groaned, muffled by your cunt in his mouth. Your arousal and his spit dribbling down his pretty chin, his eyes looking desperately up at you, as you rest back on your arms and cry with euphoria.

"Oh... Cill.... oh... daddy..." You moaned, hair spread across your face and mouth. You were too lost in the pleasure. Slowly rutting your pussy into his face, head lolling from side to side with the dizziness of your impending orgasm. "Gonna cum... baby... gonna cum..."

"Give it t'me," Cillian grunted, eyes fluttering shut as he focused his tongue particularly on your throbbing clit; occasionally slipping it down to lap at your soaking cunt. His nose was pressed into your mound, hardly breathing, too focused on the sweet euphoria of eating your pussy. In his usually busy and complicated mind, his brain had now gone radio silent, and it was exactly like he was high. You were a drug to him. You came undone, gushing into his awaiting mouth.

Your eyes rolled back into your brain, loud mewls as you fell back onto your shoulders and gripped at the sheets. You were near to tears with how good he ate you out. As he lapped up your sweet cum, you writhed, squeezing your thighs around his head and fingers tugging painfully hard on the roots of his hair.

"Okay, Cillian..." You exasperated, panting heavily. "That's enough." He pulled away like a slobbering dog, cum and saliva making a string of spit on his chin and your sopping cunt.

"Fuck me, baby..." He whispered, pupils blown wide like he had taken ecstasy. "You taste so good..." He hummed as he crawled up to you and kissed you hard, tasting yourself on his stroking tongue. His cock was out by now, painfully hard and ready to be stuck in your cunt. "Please let me fuck you now..." He said breathily against your lips. "Please..."

"Daddy... please... need you inside me," You bit your lip as the tip of his cock nudged your clit. "Don't tease me..."

"Course not, darlin'," He mumbled deeply, right by your ear as he slung one of your legs over his shoulder and the other around his waist. "Why would I tease my darling girl?" He pressed himself fully into you, making you go cross-eyed.

"Ooohh..." You mewled softly. The air had been knocked out of your lungs. It felt like you would explode in the most beautiful way possible. His cock was snug against your cervix, every ridge of him pressing against your hot and wet walls. You shut your eyes, shaking as he began pulling out of you slowly before jutting back into you.

"Best fuckin' pussy," He growled, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "Best one I've had..."

"You're mine," You gasped out, drunk on his cock already. You reached out and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him into a teeth-clashing kiss. "All mine, daddy." You pressed your heel into his lower back as you pulled away from the kiss to look at his face above yours. You looked up at him with your dizzy eyes and lips spilling out drool, desperate to hear him say the words you had on your mind.

"I'm all yours, Y/N," He panted, fucking you roughly and desperately. You went at it like rabbits, desperate to be bred. "I'm yours... forever..." He connected his soft lips to yours and made you fall in love all over again as you made out. He was still a bit drunk, and he usually came a bit quickly when he was but you didn't mind.

"You gonna cum in me?" You moaned, rocking your hips against his. His hands slid up and cradled you by your ribcage as he manhandled you to seamlessly get speared by his cock.

"Y-Yeah, course," He panted, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." "That's it, Daddy," You moaned, reaching up and pulling on his hair as you kissed him. His cum instantly squirted into you as you squeezed around him and danced your tongue against his. "Fuck, feels so good... fill me up..." You mewled, pressing yourself against him as your orgasm washed over you too.

Cillian was silent, face pressed into the side of your cheek with his mouth agape in quiet moans, his veins popping out of his forehead. "Oh baby girl, oh fuck..." He whispered, all whiny, into your ear. He still pathetically rutted his hips into you, filling you with as much cum as possible.

Drool fell down your chin as you convulsed in his arms. He quickly pulled off of you, not wanting to become overstimulated, and you still lay there, writhing a bit as your orgasm slowly dissipated. Cillian pressed a flush kiss to your warm cheek, laying on his side and wrapping you up in his big arms.

"You did so good for me, baby," Cillian whispered sweetly as you blinked slowly at him. "Such a good girl, knows how to take cock so well," He smiled at you knowingly, brushing your hair with his fingers.

"Cillian..." You hummed with a sleepy smile. "Get me some underwear please... don't want to lose any of your cum..."

Cillian smirked, quickly getting up and rushing to your drawer where you kept all your panties and other lingerie items. He picked out a baby pink pair of panties and brought them over to you, sliding it slowly up your legs and getting a glimpse of your creamy pussy.

"How pretty, a little bow..." He chuckled, fiddling with the white bow at the top of your underwear. Cillian crawled into your shared bed with you. He pulled you into his arms, and you lay there with happy smiles, getting warm from the covers. You lie in comfortable silence for a while, nuzzling your heads together and cherishing the feeling of having your bodies together again. It felt healing. It truly felt like you had found your other half. You knew you had.

"Do you need a glass of water or anything?" Cillian asks with that lovely Irish accent of his.

"No, it's okay, just need you to hold me, Cill... I'm tired," You whispered with a smile, thumb brushing his cheekbone. "I need your arms around me to feel sane..." "Such a poet," Cillian snickered, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer. "What'd you get up to today, sweet t'ing?" He asked, running his fingertips gently up and down your back. It was almost ticklish.

"Well, the brunch was really nice with Sasha and Gabby," You recalled softly, fingers fiddling with the chain around his neck. "Then Sasha wanted to go get something from the mall.... so we went to the mall, and I did some shopping too... while I was there."

"Oooo... shopping? Tell me whatcha got, love." Cillian cooed excitedly, wriggling with anticipation. Cillian had given you a credit card with a pretty high limit, paid by his money. He was pretty much entirely financially supporting you. You felt terrible at first, but you realized quickly that he got off on the idea of you spoiling yourself with his money. So you'd treat yourself to nice things while treating him to very nice things simultaneously. Pretty much every shopping trip, you'd buy something sexy for Cillian to rip off of you. "Did ya get me anythin'?" "Mhm," You whispered, poking his chest knowingly. "Can I see it?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Nope, not until tomorrow..." You smirked, pecking him on the lips. "I want to keep you on your toes."

"Alright, woman, whatever you please... just as long as I see ya in it..." Cillian chuckled, nudging your nose with his. He enjoyed it when you showed off what you bought, especially the clothes. He'd make you do a little fashion show in his living room. "What else did ya do?" "Oh, then we went back to Sasha's place..." You trailed off for a moment, trying to recall everything that happened. "Had a bit of dinner... then we just watched some movies." You smiled while Jonathan Crane's face flashed inside your head.

"What movies did you watch?" He asked curiously, fingers twirling your hair around it. He could see you were quickly becoming flustered but he wasn't quite sure why. "What? What is it? What did you watch?" He laughed.

"We watched... we watched..." You giggled, leaning in and pressing your face into his chest. "The Batman movies..." You snickered, rolling around and laughing wildly. Cillian had a stunned and amused look on his face as he watched you wriggle around and laugh your lungs out.

"The ones I'm in, ya mean?" He asked, chuckling a bit with a red face. He was worried you were laughing at him. "Y-Yes!" You said with a loud laugh. You were laughing because of how fucking sexually attracted you are to him as Jonathan Crane. There was something so sexy about him as this cunning, tricky little Batman villain. "Oh my god..." "I didn't think I did too bad in those films..." He whispered bashfully, looking down at his lap a bit self-consciously. "Did yer friends also think it was silly?" Your laughing quickly dissipated as you realized Cillian had taken your laughing the wrong way. You quickly sat up and scooted closer to him with wide eyes. "No, no, no... I'm not... I'm not laughing at it... Cillian... you were brilliant... they're fuckin' brilliant films... it's just..." You trailed off, biting your lip as you giggled a bit more thinking about Jonathan Crane.

"It's just what?" He asked, still with a disappointed and sad look in his eyes.

"You were so...." You whispered, pressing your face into his chest and laughing into his warm skin. "He's so hot!" You blurted out.

"What?" He laughed, thinking you're talking about Christian Bale.

"Cillian," You sat up, looking him directly into his eyes, and he could tell you were seriously about to say to him how sexually attracted you were to Batman. "You as the scarecrow... as Dr. Jonathan Crane... fuuuuuccckk..." You rolled your eyes back into your head, teeth tightly clenching down on your bottom lip.

"O-Oh!" Cillian smiled, face growing red for many different reasons and eyes lighting up. "You really thought so?"

"Cillian, I want to fuck him so bad," You gasped, pressing your nose into his face.

"It's funny how yer referring to me as him," He laughed, wrapping you up in his arms. You were both more in a sitting position now, looking at each other's grinning faces.

"No, like... obviously... it's you... and that's mainly why I find Jonathan so sexy... but just the way... you played the character... he's so fucking convincing and so attractive... like... I want him."

Cillian raised a brow before kissing you softly. "Well, y'have me..."

"I know, baby... I don't want anyone else but you," You reassured sweetly. "Just think the characters you play... are so handsome... want them all to fuck me..."

Cillian blushed, kissing you again, this time a little longer and sloppier. Eventually, after you two managed to pull off each other, you brushed your teeth side by side, and Cillian watched you wash your face and moisturize. You'd then turn to him and ask to put some on him, and he would hesitantly let you, all while pretending to not enjoy the attention.

Falling asleep was easy in Cillian's arms. Ever since you met him, every night without him was sleepless. There was just nothing quite like having him hold you. You had passed out, unbeknownst to Cillian, reaching his arm out for his phone and quickly ordering some things online and then lying back down with you again to sleep with a smug smirk on his face.

In the late morning, you two woke up around the same time. Cillian woke up only a few minutes before you did. He watched you beautifully sleep.

"Good mornin'," He grumbled with that morning voice of his. "How'd you sleep, sleeping beauty?"

"Oh, hush," You shook your head, covering your face as you rubbed your eyes. "I feel like I look like an ogre," You laughed, sitting up a bit. "I slept amazing... as usual... how about you, my lovely man?" You reached out, stroking along his stubbled jaw.

"Perfectly fine," He nodded, sitting up with you, sheets barely covering his naked manhood. Your hands slipped the sheets from his pelvis to reveal his morning wood. "Mmm... didn't say you could do that..." He smirked, eyes watching as you lowered your face down to kiss his hard cock.

"Love you so much, just wanna make you feel good..." You mumbled as you fit the tip in your mouth. You wrapped your fingers around the base as you sucked on his leaky tip.

"Fuckin' hell," Cillian sighed, throwing his head back as you teased him. And then you fully sank your mouth down on his cock until his thick head was prodding at the back of your throat. "That's it, love... I love you so much... you're so fuckin' good to me."

You hummed around his cock as he lazily lay there and enjoyed the feeling of your mouth on him. You slowly sucked him to the brink of cumming, popping off of him right before the climax.

"Why'd you stop?" He whined, reaching to grab a hold of his cock, but you quickly swatted his hand away. "Hey!"

"You're not allowed to cum," You stated simply, not elaborating any further.

"What? Why?" He laughed incredulously. He kept trying to reach for his erection, but you smacked his hand away every time.

"You're just not," You looked at him stubbornly. "Not until later. I want to show you something really cute and slutty I got for you yesterday... and I want you to be absolutely desperate..." Cillian groaned out of frustration. "Fine, if that's what it takes to make my girl happy," He reached a hand up and stroked your hair affectionately, yet with a sense of irritation.

"And don't even think about trying anything in our shower," You murmured as you both got up and wandered into your shower. "You can't get yourself off."

"So goddamn bossy," Cillian grumbled teasingly as you turned on the hot shower, and both stood underneath it. Cillian was in agony with his throbbing cock. And it didn't help that you stood right against one another. The hot water and your ass pressing against him was nearly enough to make him burst without even doing anything. You knew what you were doing to him.

The shower was long and tiring, and eventually, Cillian's dick softened on its own, but that didn't deny the sexual frustration within him. Cillian made the two of you breakfast, and you ate with a smug smirk on your face.

"Gotta run some errands today, love," Cillian hummed while chewing his scrambled eggs. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh, can I come with?" You asked with your head perked up.

"Actually, could you stay home?" He asked while cutting his food to take another bite. "I have an important package coming later that needs to be signed for... plus it's just boring stuff anyway, just some meetings and all that stuff you don't care about."

"Oh, okay! That's alright," You smiled, your plate now cleared. "I'll stay here."

Cillian got ready while you sat on the lounge, watching your favorite show. Cillian hurriedly walked into the living room and sat down beside you. You paused the TV and looked at him with a sad smile.

"I'm gonna miss you while you're out," You whispered, kissing him softly on the cheek. "You not shaving?" You hummed when you noticed he still had some stubble lining his jaw.

"I know, baby love," He murmured, his hand caressing your thigh. "Nah, I think I'm gonna grow out my beard a lil'... I'm gonna be gone for a little while... probably won't be back until this evening..."

"Oh..." You frowned, pouting at him as he placed his hands on either side of your face.

"Don't worry," He whispered, pecking you softly on your pouty lips. "You've got a gift comin' today," He hummed, and you raised your eyebrows curiously. "It's a little treat from me. You can go on and open it without me. I know how impatient you can get..."

"Really?" You said ecstatically. "Thank you, Cillian... I'm sure I'm gonna love it." You reached out and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

"Oh, you will," He whispered into your ear. "You're gonna really fuckin' like it."

You and Cillian shared one last loving kiss as you walked him to the door. You watched him go with a longing sigh before turning around and wondering what you were gonna do for the day. Cillian never specified when your gift was showing up.

For a while, you bundled up on the couch and watched some more TV, but eventually, you grew restless and wandered into your bedroom and tried on your new set of lacy white lingerie. You look angelic in the most sinful way possible. You planned on acting all submissive and obedient for Cillian tonight, and you wanted to look everything pure and innocent for your daddy. The lace and tight straps hugged you beautifully and exemplified your curves. The back of it was just one thin G-string sitting between your ass... And, of course, two baby pink bows strapped on either side of your hips. Not to be despite the thin lace front where you could easily see your pretty wet pussy through.

The top piece of the set was a small white corset laced up with bows and soft, sweet velvet. The busk straps on either side of your darling shoulders were adorned with cute patterned lace and tiny little bows... and made your tits look fucking amazing. Oh, you were adorable and simply undeniably fuckable-looking. His cock would look at you before even his eyes had, and before he knew it, his cocks got a brain, and it's leading him straight to you.

A soft garter belt attached to the tops of your translucently cotton stockings that went up to your thighs. Everything was perfect and handmade and expensive. So you decided to just keep it on and surprise him like this when he gets home. While you pranced around the living room, sipping your freshly made tea. A sweet milky early grey, soothing your inner qualms and exciting you even more at the thought of Cillian coming home.

It was around 2 PM now, and you figured Cillian wouldn't be home for another couple of hours, so the distinct sound of Cillian's car coming up the driveway made you frown. What happened? You were worried something terrible happened and didn't bother putting any clothes on since you knew it was just Cillian. A knock at the door made you frown and pause in your footsteps.

"Delivery!" Cillian yelled with an American accent. You giggled, thinking it was just him messing around, and so you quickly unlocked the door to the most shocking sight.

Cillian stood there in a nice slimming suit, the same kind that Jonathan Crane wore. And the sight of his hair styled how it was in Batman, and the classic glasses and briefcase clutched in hand, you felt like you were going to pass out.

"My... what a skimpy little outfit you've got on, sweetheart," He grumbled, lifting up a tiny little teal-colored Tiffany&Co gift bag with a little note that said 'From Cillian, xxx' and you realized that was his gift. "Ran into your cute boyfriend... by the way."

"What do you mean, Cillian?" You whispered, taking tiny steps back as he walked slowly and creepily towards you until your back hit the wall.

"I know we may look similar..." He whispered, grabbing you roughly by your chin. "But I think you know exactly who I am," He said raspily into your ear. His American accent sends you into overdrive. "Cillian... huh... well, he's not here right now, Ms. Y/N." He growled, grabbing ahold of one of your tits through your lingerie.

"Wh-Wha..." You couldn't comprehend what was happening. Cillian was doing such a convincing act at being Jonathan Crane it made you forget it was actually him.

Jonathan grabbed a hold of you, and you hit and squealed as he threw you over his shoulders. Fuck, he was so strong. He placed a harsh smack on your ass and shoved you roughly down onto the bed so you were looking up at him. His hair is a bit messed up now, and his glasses sitting lowly on his nose. It really was him, you had convinced yourself. It's Jonathan Crane.

"Too bad your little boyfriend's not gonna see what I'm gonna do to you," He growled as he tugged a bit on your underwear, pulling you into a sitting position. "Let's say... Cillian and I had a little deal, and this was my end... of the bargain per se.... think I know a better way to treat this sickness of yours..."

"Where is Cillian...?" You asked with quivering lips. He stood with two legs slotted in between your bare ones. He was even wearing a different cologne, and you noticed he had shaved to look younger.

"Oh baby, you don't wanna know," He smirked, briefly brushing your cheek before placing his black briefcase beside you on the bed. "Your boyfriend mentioned some concerns about your well-being, so he sent me here to check on you..." Jonathan had a smug smirk on his face as he unlocked his briefcase, pulling out a small packet of pills. "Now, I'm here to make you feel better..." He popped out a pill and placed it in the palm of his hand. "Open wide, princess..." He mused.

"Wha-What is it?" As you hesitantly opened your mouth and let him place the small white pill right on your tongue. He leaned down and had his mouth right next to your ear.

"Just a sugar pill," Cillian whispered in his Irish accent again. "Pretend it's a sedative... you can always say the safe word at any time, angel. I love you." He placed a kiss against your cheek before pulling away with that cold demeanor of Jonathan Crane again. You dry swallowed the pill. "That's a good girl," He hummed, shutting his briefcase. You caught a glimpse of a rather large dildo and a few other sex toys. "You'll feel real good in about ten minutes. Now I want you to get nice and spread out for me so I can fuck you."

You scrambled back up onto the bed and spread your legs wide open with trembling lips. "But... I have a boyfriend... you're not my boyfriend..."

"No, sweetie," He shook his head, chuckling as he kicked off his shoes and undid his coat. "But your stupid boyfriend doesn't have to know a thing about what happens tonight."

"N-No..." You shut your legs and quickly got out of the bed to run.

"Oh no, you fucking don't," He barked, grabbing you by your ankle and pulling you back towards him like you were just a sack of meat. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to tie you to the bed if you're even gonna think about trying to get away from me."

"Jonatha-"

"Doctor or sir to you, bitch," He slapped you harshly across the face and pulled out ankle and wrist restraints. "Get in position, don't make me force you."

"Yes, sir..." You said with your eyes down and crawling up the bed to be in a position where you could be tied up. Jonathan firmly put the cuffs on your ankles and your wrists, chaining you to the bed frame from both sides. "Please don't hurt me..."

"Please don't hurt me," He mocked in a high-pitched voice. "I'm gonna do whatever I please to you." He hissed, pulling your ass into his clothed cunt. "How cute you wore this for your boyfriend... so pathetic." "He... He likes them..."

"Oh, I'm sure he does," He cackled his menacing laugh. "Too bad he's never gonna see you in it. Think I'm gonna have to keep you for myself." "What do you mean?" You whimpered, pulling a bit at your restraints.

"It's just gonna be me and you for now, baby... your boyfriend's not comin' back... what a shame..." He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. You tried your best to pull away from him as he crawled on top of you but you couldn't go very far with your limited mobility.

"Fuck... I think... I think the medicine is kicking in..." You whined as you felt Jonathan pull down your panties but kept everything else in place. He wanted to fuck you with your cute skimpy lingerie on. Cillian had truly put himself in the mindset of this character as he pulled his cock out and grabbed at your thighs roughly. Your eyes drooped a bit but Jonathan quickly snapped you out of it by shoving his cock in you harshly.

"Bet you're still full of his cum, aren't you?" Jonathan grunted as you squeezed around him, unbelievably wet. "What a fucking whore."

"Doctor... please..." You cried, thrusting your hips up into him. "Please don't do this... this isn't right.. my... my... boyfriend... will find out-"

"Oh shut the fuck up," He spat, fucking you like you were just some fleshlight. "You're mine now, slut... gonna fuckin use you for all my experiments and fuck you while you're cowering in fear under my toxins."

"Pl-Please..." Tears slipped out from your eyes. "I'm not on the pill... please stop..." You lied and pulled at your restraints, trying to get free.

"Oh fuck, even better," He moaned. "Gonna get you pregnant and show your loving boyfriend what we fuckin' did... he'll see what an easy slut you are..." Jonathan's voice was cold and mean, but it made you moan so much louder and shake with pleasure as you came around him. "Told you so... look at you cumming already on my dick when I just put it in you."

"N-No..." You whimpered, tears streaming down your face. That only made him fuck you harder and deeper into you. He was getting off on your crying. "Please... you can't..." Your body had gone limp at this point. He showed no signs of stopping, fucking your spasming cunt.

"Poor little thing," He ran his thumb sweetly over your wet cheeks with a smug smirk. "Pretending like you're not just some cum-hungry slut."

You mewled and fought against your restraints as he somehow managed to make you cum again. You were so fucking turned on that your body gave in to the pleasure so easily and quickly. "Too much... too much... sir..." You wailed, trying to shut your legs, but that only made him pin those down as he continued fucking you. You thought about how you had edged Cillian earlier, so you imagined that this probably was his revenge.

"Go on and take my cum then, whore," Jonathan groaned as he spurt cum deep inside of you, further intensifying your orgasm. Jonathan grunted ferociously, cum filling you to the brim as he shook with the pleasure he was experiencing.

"Oh..." You squeaked, shutting your eyes as you twitched.

He pulled out of you, squirting a bit more cum out onto your swollen clit and watching it drip down and meet the rest of your sperm-filled hole. Jonathan seemed pleased with his creation as he slipped his fogged-up glasses off and wiped them clean before sliding them back on.

"Doctor...." You whispered, heaving as he stood up and undid your restraints. "Thank you..." You whispered, rubbing your sore ankles and wrists. "Pl-Please don't tell my boyfriend about this." Jonathan scoffed and rolled his eyes as he tucked his cock back into his underwear.

"I'm not finished with you yet, sweetheart," Jonathan whispered, leaning in and biting your neck. You whimpered and grabbed ahold of him as he left marks on your neck.

"No! Don't mark... don't mark me..." You tried to pull him off of you, but he wouldn't budge. It only made him bite you harder. "Jonathan... he'll see..."

"Good, I want him to see what a nasty slut you are," He growled, biting down harder.

You shoved him off of you and, with no underwear on, ran down the hall to get away from him. But you heard footsteps pounding down the hallway after you ominously, not at a very fast pace.

"Oh, you can run, but you can't hide sweetheart," He chuckled as he slowly walked around and acted as if he couldn't see you hiding behind one of the floor-length curtains. The tops of your feet poked out from underneath. "Hmm... where'd you go? I won't hurt you." It was creepy how convinced you were it was anyone other than your Cillian. In a way, you were truly horrified of him finding you. His American accent remains steady and strong.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt a hand wrap tightly around your arm and yank you out of your horrible hiding spot. "Stupid little girl... trying to hide from me..." He looked pissed as he dragged you to the center of the living room, where he shoved you down on your knees. "I have an idea..." He smirked, a glimmer of mischief flickering through his cold eyes. "Let's see what your sweet little daddy got you... hmm? Stay here on your knees... or I swear to fuckin' god..." He said through gritted teeth before sauntering off in only his underwear and glasses.

When he returns, it's with that familiar Tiffany&Co bag clutched in his hands. "How generous of your daddy to buy this for you... too bad he's not here to put it on you..." Jonathan hummed as he opened the gift for you.

"D-Don't... it's not... it's not yours..."

"You're right, sweetheart," He smirked before tearing open the bag, and a small box came out, the same shade of teal. He opened the package as he towered over you, your knees aching from digging into the hardwood floors. Your eyebrows knitted together as he pulled out a delicate silver chain and the most beautiful pendant you'd ever seen. "Lift your hair up for me, baby girl," Jonathan leaned down as you lifted up your hair and clasped the chain around your neck. It sat perfectly along your collarbones, and the bright ruby stood out against your complexion beautifully. "Does it look nice on me?" You asked quietly, noticing Jonathan's cock straining against his briefs once again.

"Yeah, you look nice and pretty," He grunted, pulling down the waistband of his shorts and began fisting his cock at the sight of you. "Too bad he's not here to see you right now, hmmm?" He moaned a little as he stroked his cock, quickly slapping you across the face with it before pressing it against your lips. "Suck."

Hesitantly you opened your mouth, and without much warning, he thrusted his hips until his cock hit the back of your throat. One of his hands held your hair in a messy ponytail while also pushing you up and down on his dick. He looked at you with that sickening smile, glasses drooping low on his nose, and his hair falling over his forehead.

"Fuck, that's it," He huffed out, fucking your head like it was just a mere toy to him. "Now I see why he keeps you around..." He sighed, tossing his head back and thriving in the feeling of your lips wrapped around his sensitive cock. "You're a good little cocksucker... that's your use."

Tears fell with every quick blink you gave him, eyes stinging from the saltiness. With every thrust into your throat, you'd gag, and more tears would fill the brim of your eyelids. You were viewing the most delicious view of his stomach and chest as well as the muscular bicep holding your head in place.

"Gonna cum all over your pathetic little face," Jonathan grunted with absolutely no concern for how you were doing. Of course, you could always give him three quick taps on the hip to say that's enough, but you never did. You loved being treated like this. "Bet you're getting off on this, aren't you slut?" You blinked your eyes up at him to signal yes. "That's what I thought, so then you know your purpose... what a good fucktoy Murphy's got..." He howled as he started to reach his peak. "Gonna cum down your throat... swallow every fuckin' drop."

You pressed your tongue against his shaft, really wanting to milk him good. You felt the familiar sensation of hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You gulped it down gratefully as he slowly pulled out, filling your mouth with cum, entirely pulling his cock out of your mouth to squirt all over your face. "Let's not forget..." He whispered, aiming it down onto your pretty little ruby necklace.

"O-Oh..." You coughed out, sticky with his cum, some dripping from the tip of your nose.

"Aren't you gonna thank me for your treat, slut?" He asked, slapping you across the face with the back of his hand. "Go on, thank me."

"Th-Thank you... Doctor..." You gasped out, feeling small spurts of cum dripping down your tits and onto your corset. Good thing it was already white.

"That's it, so polite," Jonathan grinned, raising you from your knees to your feet. "Look how wet you are..." He ran two fingers along your wet slit. You looked up at him with parted lips. His other hand wiped his cum from your face with his fingers before shoving into your open mouth. He smirked at the sight of your pretty new necklace covered in his cum.

"Sir..." You whimpered with pouted lips. "Please touch me more..." He pushed you into the couch, and you heard your hands being cuffed behind your back and a slight slap to your ass. "Wh-Why are you cuffing me?" Your voice trembled.

"Because you won't be able to handle what I give you next."

Shudders went down your spine as he pressed you down into a perfect arch, arms snugly tucked against your lower back. You heard him searching through his briefcase and then a tiny little zap! to the back of your thighs. "Ow!" You winced, jumping away.

"Oh darling, that was only the first setting," Jonathan snickered and got on his knees behind you, and you could look at him now from this angle despite it being a bit upside down. "You poor thing..." He cooed in faux sympathy.

"Wh-What're you gonna do to me, doctor?" You whispered, eyes wide as he placed a pink dildo within your line of sight.

"Gonna see how much you can take," He hummed simply, holding a small bottle of lube in one hand. Your eyes widened even further and you started shaking your head.

"No, no, no!" You tried to wiggle away from him but he grabbed a hold of your hips and pushed you into an even more intense and vulnerable position. Both your holes on display for him now.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. I know what I'm doing..." He mused, lube-covered fingers now drawing circles around your asshole. "Breathe in for me, darling," He pressed two fingers into you, and you cried softly into the couch cushions, pussy gushing out pools of arousal and Crane's cum that was still inside of you. His fingers slowly stretched you out until you were ready to take the fake cock he was about to give you that he had already lubed up.

"Fuck... Jonathan..." You mewled as he slowly pressed the head in, gauging you for your reactions to make sure you were alright. "Oh god..." The thing was nearly fully sheathed inside of you.

"Fuck... look how amazing that is..." He whispered in awe, pushing the last of it until you were full to the brim with the toy. "Ready for the next part, love?" You heard a bit of an Irish accent come out in that question, which made you giggle. He quickly cleared his throat. "Cause I don't think you are." There was the American again.

"Oh god..." You whined, drool falling out of your mouth and your tits beginning to slip out from your corset. You heard a light buzzing of a vibrator coming from behind you which was quickly slipped inside of you and placed precisely on your g-spot. "Oh! Fuck! Turn it down... it's too much... ouch!" You squealed as he tased you on the hip again.

"Shhh... I'm just seeing the power that pleasure has over the body," Jonathan hummed as he put the rest of the small baby pink vibrator on your clit, which really crossed the line of overstimulation. Jonathan gripped the fake-cock in your ass and slowly pressed it in and out of you. You stood on your tippy toes, trying to get away from the pleasure and the pain of it all. "Look at you... how pathetic... and dirty. Bet you rarely let him use your little ass like this," He growled as he harshly thrust it back into you. Your moans were nearing screams at this point. "See, that's the thing about me and him... he'll do whatever you'll tell him to do, but you see... I don't get told what to do, especially not by a stupid little cumsock like you."

"I"m not a cums-"

Zap!

He moaned at the sound of your cries, tears slipping down your face again as he turned the vibrator up another setting. It was simply too much, and your mind was beginning to slowly cave in on itself. The vibrator is placed perfectly on your clit, and g-spot, and it was becoming harder and harder to bear. Your body shook, and your mind went truly blank as an unexpected orgasm hit you. Jonathan laughed sadistically as he turned the taser on and zapped you as you started to cum. You screamed in agony and from the electric pleasure, he held that there for a moment until it left a mark and then pulled it off of you.

"So fucking pretty," Jonathan praised, kissing your ass cheek. "This is all you're good for," He pressed the fake-cock further into your ass, and you mewled as you felt yourself squirt involuntarily. This was one of the longest orgasms you've ever had. You fought against the handcuffs, and tears were falling down your face as you soaked Jonathan's face behind you.

"St-Stop... too much..." You sobbed, writhing in overstimulation. Jonathan, with a wet face, slowly pulled the dildo out of you and placed it to the side. "Fuck..."

Once he had removed the vibrator, you relaxed, collapsing to your knees and burying your face into a couch cushion to muffle your crying. "There, there, Y/N," Jonathan hummed, undoing your restraints and pulling you into him. He held you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear with that unnerving American accent.

"Can... can I have Cillian back now?" You asked quietly, shaking a bit in his lap, pussy still gushing out fluids onto his thighs. He laughed softly and took off his wet glasses, setting them down on the coffee table.

"You need yer daddy?" Cillian asked. There was that lovely Irish accent again. "I'm right here, love." You smiled, pressing your face into his neck. "I love you so much, Daddy." You whispered, appreciating the warmth of his body against yours.

"I love you, baby," He hummed, covering your face in tiny kisses. "Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll get comfy in bed, yeah? Maybe order somethin' in?"

"Mhm..."

Cillian picked you up bridal style and carried you into your bathroom, where he sat you down on the bathtub's edge and carefully undid all the clasps of your lingerie. "So pretty, you did so good for me... love," Cillian praised.

After waiting for the bath to fill with hot water and once you and Cillian were fully undressed, you got in with a tired sigh. You felt exhausted and so overstimulated. So together, you lay in a hot bath that made you feel like you were in the womb again with Cillian's arms holding you like you were going to leave him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you nestled yourself closer to him, burying your face in his familiar chest. He stroked your wet hair, kissing the crowns of your head.

"Oh, baby girl..." He whispered deeply. "You did so good for me... made me feel so good..."

"Mmm... I know," You mumbled, ears pressed to the sound of his beating chest. The rhythm of his beloved heart was lulling you to sleep. "You made me so good... made me feel so good..." You agreed dopily.

Cillian cooed at you, cupping your jaw with his hand as he made you look up at him. "Oh, sweetheart... are you okay? Did I hurt you too much?"

"No, I'm okay, Cillian..." You reassured, stretching your neck out to give him a tender kiss. You leaned your forehead against his, hands pressed firmly on his chest. "I'm a little sore and need to be handled with care, but I'm okay... I feel... I feel so good..."

"Me too..." He whispered, pecking you quickly on the lips. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Jonathan..." You whispered before quickly pulling away and shaking your head with embarrassment. "No, I meant Cillian...! I'm so sorry!"

"What's this about some Jonathan guy?" Cillian teased. "You dummy." He chuckled, grabbing you and pulling you back down on his chest again. He went back to that hypnotic way of stroking your hair. "Did I do a good job? Did ya enjoy yourself?"

"Oh, fuck, Cillian... that was so fucking fun..." You giggled, biting your lip as you looked up at him. "You're so hot... and so fucking talented..."

"Talented..?" He wheezed, cupping your face in between his hands as you spoke to him.

"Yeah... god... just how you so effortlessly talk in that American accent... it's so degrading and so fucking hot..." You rambled, rolling your eyes into the back of your head as you talked about him. "And I loved the whole... 'he's not right here right now'... thing even though you were right here...."

"You've still got a bit of m'cum on your throat..." He chuckled, glancing down at the ruby he gave you, glazed in a thin layer of cum. "Look so pretty covered in me cum..." Cillian hummed with a distracted and dazed look in his eyes as he daydreamed at the sight of your tits and the new shiny necklace around your pretty neck. In a way, it symbolized a way of permanently marking you. You were his. Any other bloke that tried to take a glance at you would see that cherry-red ruby and know to back the fuck off because this is Cillian Murphy's girl.

"Thank you... Daddy..." You whispered, pressing your face softly into his neck and slowly nuzzling your nose all the way up until you had your lips against his cheek. "I look so pretty with this new necklace you gave me... thank you... you're such a good boyfriend..." You whispered into his ear in a hypnotizing way.

"Yer welcome, babie," He grumbled, pressing kisses to your jaw as you licked softly at his jaw and neck. "Love buyin' you new pretty t'ings for me to put on you... especially love what you bought for yourself today..." He whispered, referring to the white lingerie you wore earlier. "Fuck... my cock was hard the moment I laid eyes on ya..."

"Oh hush," You giggled, poking him on the chest as you straddled him. "Maybe we could do that again sometime?" You asked coyly while you straddled his hips.

"What? Have me fuck ya as you call me another man's name?" Cillian asked in mock annoyance.

"No..."

"I'm just teasing, love..." Cillian laughed, kissing you softly. "'Course we can do it again, love... I saw how fuckin' wet you got the moment you realized who I was being."

"Obviously... I would like regular... doctor checkups from Jonathan..."

"'Course..." Cillian nodded curtly and with a smug smirk. "Dr. Crane's... very obsessive... gotta check in on his favorite patient..."

"But... also..."

"Hmmm? Cillian hummed, running his hands up your back with some soap. He softly rubbed in the soap along your sore and used body.

"Could we do Jackson Rippner next time?" You asked, covering your face in your hands.

"Huh?" He laughed in surprise.

"Just you were so sexy... in that movie..." "But he was a terrorist with an awful haircut!" Cillian protested with a bewildered grin on his face.

"Pleaaasee... daddy... it could be so good... pretty please..." You begged, giving him those sad eyes that instantly made him give in.

"Fine... fine, just as long as I don't have to cut my bloody hair..." He grumbled, rolling his eyes playfully.

"We are going on that little trip next week..." You whispered cheekily. "We could do a little somethin' somethin' on the plane..." You grinned.

"Oh yeah?" Cillian chortled. "Can you imagine? 'Cillian Murphy caught goin' into the airplane bathrooms with his young girlfriend to shag.' The stupid papers would shat out their own minds."

"We wouldn't get caught... daddy..." You whispered, nuzzling his nose. "Please..." You cried pathetically into his ear, all while seductively running your fingers up his body.

"Fuck me... alright..." He huffed. "But you have to go along with every word I say to you, alright? I'm also not getting a haircut... We can't fuck this up..." He told you commandingly. He paused for a moment before continuing. "But also, the idea of fuckin' you in some tight little airplane bathroom and having to keep you quiet is making me lose my mind..."

"Mhm..." You hummed, leaning in to kiss him. "Whatever you say goes, Cillian... I'll be a good girl." "I know you will, baby... 'cause I know you don't wanna find out what Jackson does to bad girls..." He whispered in your ear, causing you to shudder.

You really couldn't wait for this trip.

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Part two?? Yes or no?? AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED I'M SO PROUD OF THIS ONE.

PART TWO!!!

[dovveri]

the right reasons

bachelorette masterlist - part 1 ▸ part 2 ▸ part 3 ▸ part 4 ▸ part 5 ▸ part 7

synopsis: final stretch of the season. home visits.

warnings: implied sex

w/c: 3.4k

a/n: apologies for late update i have been laid on my literal deathbed with sickness and the brain juices have basically run out for this series so this is a short update to get them flowing again and hopefully i can wrap it up soon 🙏 ty for the support as always!

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the next few days are hectic with house visits. because of the contract you had both signed, and the fact that the entire nation has been invested with sana's journey to find love, it was a given that sana wouldn't be able to just drop out of show. that didn't mean she didn't try, in fact you had to pull her back from calling all the lawyers in the district to break her contract, insisting that it was fine to see the show through and that you were going to be there for her no matter what. it took a few more assurances, and a couple rounds of sex, kisses, and promised cuddles before she reluctantly agreed to continue filming the upcoming home visits.

jiwon's family was first. you had both met her younger siblings and her several nieces and nephews that were very young. they were all very sweet and it was adorable watching jiwon entertain the young ones.

fortunately, the classic 'father figure that gives the intruder the i'll kill you if you hurt her speech' wasn't present because it seemed jiwon served as that person for her younger siblings. though her younger sister was a little skeptical at first, she easily warmed up when she saw how great sana was with her kids.

sana and jiwon wrapped up the night with a private talk, one which sana didn't share with you, but you were learning to trust her, even though it still looked like she was dating 4 people and soon to choose the love of her life, you had to trust that it was going to be you after it all ended.

jacky's family was next except since most of his family was back in australia, you actually just had a nice dinner at jacky's apartment with eunji who jacky had nominated as his family stand-in. you had apologised profusely to eunji for not being a better friend and not being there for her on the night she was eliminated but she laughed at you and rolled her eyes, saying it was completely fine. she was also friendly with sana who was a little anxious seeing her again so soon after practically rejecting her on national television, but eunji was extremely cool, and they got along even better as friends.

if you ignored the cameras set up everywhere and the producers running in and out, it was a pretty normal night between 4 friends. you had enjoyed dinner made by both jacky and eunji, drunk soju, sung bad karaoke on jacky's home-installed karaoke television set, and played nintendo switch games all night.

in typical bachelor fashion, jacky and sana also had their own private talk on the balcony towards the end of the night, although it was a little silly watching the producers and camera crew figure out how to film it because it was a small apartment, meant only for jacky to live in, so the balcony was basically right outside the living room where you and eunji had stayed, trying not to look outside and give them their privacy while they were having their mandated talk.

then, the crew had surprised everyone with a flight to japan for momo's home visit. momo had greeted all of you at the airport in a traditional kimono and one ready for sana as well. sana had teared up seeing her and being in her country of birth again. the next few hours were a whirlwind as momo and her sister hana took you all for a tour of their home city, stopping by all the essential places to eat, take pictures at, and had even brought you to momo's old dance studio where they had readied a performance just for sana. the producers were very happy with the amount of content they were getting as you explored the city.

you could tell sana absolutely loved this date. the amount of planning momo put into it showed how much she wanted to impress sana, and how much she understood her homesickness and her love for her birth country. it was hard to be jealous of momo getting most of sana's attention during the date when sana was on the verge of tears at every new sight, sound, and feeling. and momo was a sweetheart anyway, always being inclusive of everyone, making sure she was there if anyone needed translation or help with anything, you adored her as a friend, grateful that she was able to provide this experience for sana during the stressful filming season it's been.

you ended the day at momo's house. you met her parents and although you were a little intimidated by her dad's buff physique, he turned out to be a big teddy bear who supported his daughter more than anything. both her parents were glad to be able to converse with sana in their native language, and easily warmed up to her because of the fact that she was japanese and communication was made a lot easier. you spent a lot of the dinner just watching them, only catching hints of their conversation from your select knowledge about the japanese language, but momo noticed eventually and tried to translate as much as she could which you appreciated very much.

it was only a little awkward when momo and sana went for their end of the night chat and you had to sit with momo's family attempting to make small talk with your broken japanese. it turned out okay when momo's mom smiled sweetly and brought out dessert, turning on the television and flicking to an episode of the bachelorette with japanese subtitles. it turned out to be the episode that heechul had tried to rizz up momo and sana using his almost offensive japanese, and you were all able to laugh as you tried to explain using gestures and your best attempt at charades exactly what type of man heechul was behind the scenes.

although japan and korea weren't far, the crew had let you had some time off in japan and granted a day off after filming the dinner with momo's family so that sana could go home and see her family as well. so that night you had taken the bullet train from kyoto to osaka and sana had held your hand, leaning into you as she talked through her childhood stories softly. it felt like it was just the two of you against the rest of the world.

the next day sana was positively glowing. she practically skipped around you in circles while she took you around her home town. it was clear she was loved and missed in the neighbourhood. sweet old ladies and old friends were stopping her everywhere, asking how she was, if she was going to move back to japan soon, everyone wanted a piece of her.

you had dinner with sana's parents who you'd met already when they flew to korea for sana's graduation. although there was still the language barrier, it was easily overcome when sana's mom started showing you albums of sana's baby pictures and pictures of her throughout her childhood.

sana had squealed adorably, trying to cover up her baby pictures and chasing you around the house while you yelled out comments while rapidly flipping through the pictures before she could catch you.

you ended the night collapsed on sana's bed in her childhood room, cuddled into each other. you never really decorated your room when you were younger, too repressed and focused on your studies to ever find the time or worth in doing so. but seeing sana's walls plastered with old japanese anime posters, idols, her ceiling dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars, and pictures of her friends and family everywhere, you can't help but yearn for the childhood you could've had if you had tore away from the books for a little bit.

you're both laid supine on the bed, looking at the imitation night sky sana has in her room, little do you know sana's gaze is focused on you instead.

"y/n?"

"hmm?"

"thank you for being here."

"are you kidding? i wouldn't be anywhere else in the world right now. plus we just got a free trip to japan, life couldn't be any better. i should be thanking you."

sana giggles and fully turns her body, facing you and draping an arm over your stomach. you have your arm under her neck, supporting it while she nuzzles into you.

when she starts playing with the bottom of your shirt, sneaky fingers sliding up and under it, you squeeze out a warning, "sana... your parents are literally next door."

you can feel her smirk against your neck as she starts leaving light kisses along it, and you're helpless, lifting your head slightly to give her better access.

she hums against you, "you can be quiet can't you?"

you make a muffled sound of protest, "your childhood idols and plushies are watching us right now."

you can't see it but sana rolls her eyes, continuing her way up your neck, "i lived out my teen years in here. you think they haven't seen me get off?"

you squirm at the thought, the image of sana under her sheets, trying to keep quiet while she touched herself to whatever fantasies she had at the time.

"you're thinking about it aren't you? how i looked- coming home after school- do you have a school uniform kink y/n? that's slightly concerning y'know?" she leaves a hot trail of dangerous kisses up your throat with each phrase, intent on driving you absolutely crazy.

"n-no!"

"mm okay." then her lips are on yours and really, you should know better than to alert her parents of your sexual proclivities but when sana's licking into you like that you can't blame yourself for not being able to think straight.

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the final date is of course, with jihyo back in korea.

you were nervous walking in through the front door, the sight of jihyo's parents and her sisters, all familiar faces from when sana and jihyo used to host parties and get-togethers for the various holidays of the year.

fortunately, jihyo's parents and rest of her family were sweet enough to welcome the both of you with open arms. as if the breakup never happened. you gripped sana's hand tightly knowing she was probably going through a hellstorm of emotions right now, being in an environment that reminded her of the brokenness jihyo left her with.

what you did not expect was jihyo's ex-boyfriend to also be at the dining table, all smiles and big buff arms.

sana's hand tightened around yours at the sight of him, her eyes quickly flashing to jihyo with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. jihyo avoids her gaze, sitting down next to her ex-boyfriend instead.

you hear sana take a deep breath, composing herself before the cameras and smiling, you can see straight through it though, keeping her hand in yours when you take your seats at the table, glaring daggers at both jihyo and her ex.

it's clear the tension around the table is present.

jihyo's mom clears her throat, attempting to strike up a conversation, "so sana... it's been a while since we've seen you. what have you been up to?"

sana smiles politely, "well this entire show has been a pretty big thing lately. although i will say i was very surprised to see jihyo there on opening night. not as surprised as i am to see your ex-boyfriend here though." sana directs towards jihyo, a little harshly, stabbing her food with her fork.

"sungbin. it's nice to meet you." sungbin offers a polite nod, but keeps mostly to himself.

"sungbin is my best friend. i thought if y/n could go on this whole experience with you then it wouldn't be a problem if i brought my best friend along." her tone is cutting, like she knows something you don't. "besides... my family's already met you and given you their approval. i thought the whole point of home visits was to get to know people close to me and see if they like you?"

sana shuffles a little in her seat, her grip on you tightens. "right."

the table falls silent again, only the sounds of cutlery scrapping against plates able to be heard.

it's more than awkward and you can see the producers talking worriedly with each other, coming up with any ways to make this more entertaining.

it's jihyo's dad that clears his throat this time, "so sana... do you think you've found your 'one' on this show? i know jihyo is a contestant on your show but know we still care about you and want the best for you, even if that's not our daughter." he smiles kindly, while his wife pecks him on the cheek for his sweet words.

"dad!" jihyo startles.

"what? just because you decided to break up with sana doesn't mean we wanted to let go of her."

"yeah sungbin isn't nearly as good as you at super mario bros even with all those muscles." jihyo's youngest sister chimes in with a laugh, lightening the mood easily as you slip into old conversations and reminiscing better times. you can see the producers visibly relaxing as conversation starts flowing, but jihyo is still tense, unable to look at anyone except sungbin in the eye.

eventually the night leads you into board games with the family while sana takes jihyo outside to talk. you give her a reassuring look before she heads outside, sungbin gives you a strange glance but you don't bother paying him any attention. regardless of his presence, he was still a stranger to you.

you're celebrating your third pass by the go slot in monopoly when the argument outside starts to get louder and louder, able to be heard from inside the house.

"why would you bring him here!?"

"what do you mean why? don't tell me you haven't been sneaking around with y/n this entire time! you haven't even given this show a chance have you?! you haven't given us a chance!"

"jihyo i told you last time that we are over! we have been over for over a year now!"

"i apologised for that okay! i just thought- i didn't think you'd be the type of person to go on this show for the wrong reasons sana."

"what- what wrong reasons?!"

"you're not here to find love! you've had it! even when we were dating i always thought it was kinda weird how close you and y/n were!"

"what- what are you talking about jihyo?!"

"you know damn well what i'm talking about."

"i don't."

"the fact that you've been in love with y/n since way before we were dating sana."

"wh- what?!"

"yeah. i figured if you're not taking this experience seriously than i give you a taste of your own medicine. that's why i invited sungbin tonight. everyone talks about people only coming on these reality shows for their 15 minutes of fame, i didn't peg you to be one of them sana."

"i am taking this seriously! how can you tell me anything about what i've been doing when you've had tunnel vision this entire time? you've only been focused on trying to get me back after i already told you that we're over!"

"if you are taking this seriously then tell me you don't have feelings for y/n. tell me you're going to end up with one of the final four, it doesn't have to be me, but don't you think you owe it to the others who have been trying so hard to impress you this entire time to give it your all?"

"i- that's not for you to decide jihyo."

"you can't say it can you?"

there's silence for a bit, the muffled sound of sniffling. you can't help but feel like you're intruding, and the fact that everything was being filmed and recorded right now made it even worse.

you quietly slip out of board games night and head towards the producers.

"you're going to cut that out right?"

"sorry?"

"their conversation. you'll cut it out?"

"excuse me, who do you think you are?"

"sana's best friend. who cares about her and her national reputation as korea's most eligible bachelorette."

the producer sighs exasperatedly, "we'll see what we do in the final edits. no promises." he rolls his eyes and pushes past you to go talk to the camera directors.

you hurridely go outside to see sana sitting on the balcony, her head in her hands, jihyo looking out across the balcony.

"sana?"

they both turn to you, jihyo rolls her eyes predictably, scoffing and moving past you back inside. you take the opportunity to step outside and close the door behind you.

"sana sweetheart..."

sana's eyes are watery, barely concealed emotions rampant across her face.

"cameras." she gestures weakly around the balcony where cameras and microphones are still set up.

"let's go home then."

she takes a breath, nodding slightly and taking your outstretched hand, you squeeze it reassuringly, leading her out of the house and offering your goodbyes to jihyo's family.

rather than take the driver back to the bachelorette pad, you insist on driving and giving the driver the rest of the night off. that way, you can at least ensure the both of you aren't under the watchful eye of producers looking to make a buck off sana's misfortune for entertainment.

it also helps that you can take a detour and head to a late night ice-cream parlour you and sana used to go to all the time as college students.

you grin when you see sana's expression immediately brighten when you pull up into familiar streets.

"where are we going y/n?"

"somewhere as sweet as you."

"ice-cream?"

"mhm."

she squeals happily, hugging you and you try your best to return it with a laugh while you keep your eyes on the road.

you park and walk into the ice-cream parlour hand in hand.

sana beams when she walks in, excited to taste test all the flavours despite always getting the same thing every time. you let her be childish again to forget all the things jihyo's said to her.

once she's tasted everything you order your usual white crumble pistachio and strawberry yoghurt for sana.

as always, she has to try some of yours and you must try some of hers because she's tried yours so it's only fair. except this time she leans in to kiss you, the flavours mixing on your tongues, a sweet kiss with no cameras or pressure, a moment just for the two of you.

after you're both finished with your cones, she leans into you, placing her head on your shoulder.

"about what jihyo said..."

"it's okay sana. you don't have to explain anything. i shouldn't have been eavesdropping anyway."

she snorts, "well i mean- it's going to be broadcast nationally anyway."

"maybe not. producers said they'll take it into consideration."

"mm. i haven't- i don't-"

you let her think, placing an arm around her shoulder comfortingly, letting her come up with the words in her own time.

"i love you. i told you that already. i don't know for how long- maybe jihyo's right and maybe i've always loved you. that doesn't mean that- it doesn't meant that i haven't put my all into this right?"

"of course not sweetie. i don't know if it was the same for you but i didn't even realise i had romantic feelings for you until during this. in the beginning, i was completely focused on finding the person that would be right for you. and i think you were too. it just so happened that halfway through, we started- well i realised that you were it for me." you turn to face her gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek.

she rubs her nose against yours softly with a smile, "you're it for me too. i'll figure out how to get through the rest of the season, but i think jihyo's right in that i have to start being honest with the rest of the contestants. none of them deserve to be led on like this."

"i'm sorry i kinda fucked up this whole show for you."

she pecks you chastely, "silly... we wouldn't be here together or have realised our feelings for each other if this didn't happen right? we just have to be selfish for a little more."

you sigh against her, bringing her into a proper kiss, lips trying to convey just how much you felt for her.

[wintfleur]

🍂 ͡ ꒱ JULIETTES RELATIONSHIP WITH MAT & QUINN

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #🍂 ͡ ꒱ Juliette Leclerc

°. — everything for the couple under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🤎୧˚ Juliette’s lovers

°. — you can find anything smutty under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🎞️୧˚ smutty lovers

ꪆ୧ BASICS !

how did they meet?  

mat and quinn met when they were younger at a hockey tournament and they instantly became close, over the years they became each other's best friend. 

julie met mat at a party in august of 2021, a mutual friend of theirs introduced them to each other, they spent most of that night at the party together. 

julie and quinn met in november of 2021, she was invited to a canucks game and they had filmed a small video together where he had given her one of his jerseys. 

who confessed their feelings first?  mat and quinn were the ones to confess their feelings first, they had noticed julie had became a little distant (she was afraid of her feelings) they surprised her at her apartment in april, and they had a long and emotional talk of their feelings, and they ended up asking her to be there girlfriend. 

first date?  juliette was the one to ask them on a date in february of 2022. She invited them over to her place, they made dinner together, laughed and drank wine as they talked and got to know each other better, having some dessert Julie made while watching a movie. It was a perfect first date for them, they could be comfortable and be themselves in the safety of Julie's home, not having to worry about being seen. 

first kiss?  mat and quinn had their first kiss together when they were at a bar, quinn was 22 while mat was 24 – they were in a photobooth and it kinda just happened. Mat and Julie shared a tipsy kiss the night they met at the party. Julie and Quinn had their first kiss while they were hiding away on a balcony at an event they both were at. 

first I love you?  quinn was the one to say i love you first, the throuple were cuddling on the couch at quinn’s lake house in july, he was having a bad day and julie and mat were just being so sweet and soft to him. he was so overwhelmed with love that he just whispered the words. a happy julie and mat of course said it back, reassuring quinn who got all shy, littering their boy and each other with sweet kisses. 

how did everyone find out? 

family + friends: they told their families and close friends, weeks after they were official, they wanted to take their time until they were fully comfortable with everyone knowing. 

the public: the public found out about them in June of 2023, when an article was posted with the sole purpose of ruining their careers. The article had pictures of them that were taken without their consent, intimate details of their relationship. 

ꪆ୧ DETAILS !

their tropes: dom!mat x switch!quinn x switch!julie, friends to lovers, talker!mat x listener!julie x talker!quinn, hyper!mat x sleepy!quinn x sleepy!julie, 

love languages: 

mat’s: physical touch, acts of service 

quinn’s: words of affirmation, physical touch 

julie’s: gift giving, physical touch 

pet names: 

mat’s (for them): baby, love, sweetheart 

quinn’s (for them): honey, angel, babe 

julie’s (for them): darling, love, handsome 

mat and julie love to call quinn pet names in french, it makes him very flustered 

their favorite sleep position: 

mat’s: big spoon 

quinn’s: little spoon / being in the middle 

julie’s: either 

songs that describe them: 

seven – jungkook & latto 

sweet – cigarettes after sex

meet me halfway – black eyed peas 

. . . more to add! 

contact names: 

mat’s phone 

quinn’s: q baby 💙

julie’s: julie baby 💞

quinn’s phone

mat’s: barzy 🤍

julie’s: juliebug 💗

julie’s phone 

mat’s: matty 💕

quinn’s: quinny 💕

lockscreens: 

mat’s: is a picture of julie and quinn, they had all gone to this really cool record shop when they were exploring a town they were visiting. mat that it was cute how silly they were being and took a picture. 

quinn’s: is a picture of julie and mat on date night, they had just left a restaurant and the three of them were all a little tipsy, mat and julie were being really giggly so quinn took a picture to remember the moment forever. 

julie’s: is a picture of mat and quinn, they were all staying at a family ranch of a very close friend of julies for a vacation. She loves horses, she loves her boys and they all looked perfect, Julie of course had to take a picture of this moment! 

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

Judging everyone and everything together.

Cozy nights on the couch with a warm blanket and bottle of wine.

Matching jewelry in some way, Mat with a necklace, Quinn with a ring, and julie with a bracelet

Always texting each other good morning and good night.

Spending weekends on her yacht.

Skinny dipping

Spending their nights in the hottub on her balcony or at the lake house, laughs and tipsy kisses Shared between them

Clubbing! . . . well more like Julie and Mat dragging Quinn to the club with them.

Going on late boat rides at the lakehouse, so they can relax and watch the stars.

 Quinn and Mat playing one on one at the rink while Julie watches and cheers them both on, a lot of bets are won like this ;)

Slapping each others asses

Always touching each other in some way

Mat planning spontaneous dates

Going to carnivals/fairs and the boys competing against each other to get Julie the biggest stuffed animal.

Nights where they make homemade pizzas and play video games, a loving competition of course between mat and quinn.

Quinn and Julie holding hands while Mat is holding one of their waists, wherever they all walk together.

Their hands in each other's back pockets.

Juliette sending them love letters.

Always sending each other flowers when they are apart, the flowers remind them of each other.

Having amazing communication

Counting down the days until they see each other again.

Having access to each others calendars

Whenever they call their parents , they end up talking about each other.

Giving each other massages

Being each others biggest supporters

The boys painting julie's fingers and toes for her when she doesn't want to go get them done

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

They love going on vacations together, mostly tropical places.

When Julie and Mat first met at the party, they shared a tipsy kiss. When Mat got home that night, he called Quinn and told him all about it. It was just one kiss, but God that was all Mat could think about.

Quinn didn't admit it , but he was a little jealous of the fact that mat and julie kissed. His feelings for Mat were confusing and honestly scaring him a little bit . . . but he wasn't jealous that Mat kissed someone else that  wasn't him, no he was jealous that he also didn't get to kiss julie and he wasn't there to see it happen.

They planned on keeping their relationship a secret for a while until they were comfortable enough for the public to know, but sadly that didn't happen.

They are all very family oriented, and they can't wait until they can have a family of their own

The boys both have their own place, but they practically live with Julie at her place in Monaco when they don't have hockey.

They love late mornings where they can wake up late, cuddle in bed for however long they want until they get up to make breakfast.

They love doing sports together, going golfing, and playing some tennis !! They are a very active couple.

The boys love to take advantage of the fact that they're good at the two sports, loving to help her. “Helping" means pressing their body close against hers and whispering tips in her ear . . . little do they both know that she pretends to be bad just so she could feel them pressed up against her.

 Mat’s filthy dirty talk always leaves Quinn and Julie a flustered and breathless mess . . . he loves the hold he has on them.

They all love how domestic they are when there together, especially in the mornings. Waking up in each other's arms, soft music playing through the kitchen as they make breakfast before eating it on Julie's balcony that gave them the beauty of monaco.

At the lake house they have a loveseat in the living room where the three love to curl up with each other , watching movies with Jack and luke. Mostly scary movies . . .

Physically Mat is more protective out of them all, but vocally that's julie. She will not stand for them to be disrespected or talked down to because of their sexual preference. Quinn is also very protective, but in a more of an intimidating way if that makes sense?

 Mat and Quinn get along wonderfully with Julie's friends , they feel very welcomed with them.

It's bittersweet when the boys are together and Julie can't be there with them, they are happy to be with each other, but it's just not the same without their girl.

They all proudly talk about their relationship when asked, but they usually keep it to themselves. All of them like their privacy, and even though they were exposed they were still going to sorta private about each other . . . Which is almost  impossible, the amount of pictures that the paparazzi take of them is crazy.

They once went on a cruise where they invited their parents and siblings and their significant others. They had a great time and it definitely brought them all closer , especially Arthur with Mat and quinn.

They love the city and living by a lake, but they absolutely love living in the country. They have talked about it many times being their own land to build a home and stables, ranch and vineyard, growing old together with their family . . . it's their dream.

Whenever they do have arguments which isn't often , they all have different reactions. Quinn normally just needs some time to himself to calm down and collect his thoughts.

Julie wants to fix things right away , she hates the idea of them being upset with her and she feels terrible and gets hard on herself.

Mat is like a mixture of the both of them , he needs some space but he also tears himself up with guilt.

Mat definitely is talking in their group chat the most , and poor Julie wakes up with tons of messages she has to read through from the two of them.

Out of all of them , mat is the most open about their relationship with the public/media

The boys love getting in contact with Julie's assistant so they can plan surprises for her!

Julie loves taking her boys shopping , trying on different outfits for them and picking out clothes for them to wear. They pretend to hate it but they all know they dont.

They love when Julie sings to them or plays the piano.

The boys love when Julie goes out with them and their teammates, they just love seeing how well she gets along with all of them.

ꪆ୧ INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS !

The day after the article exposing them came out, Julie proudly said that both of her boyfriends were in attendance at the race when she was being interviewed . . . She then went and won the race and then proudly kissed them both after the race.

An interview had asked Quinn a very highly insensitive question about his relationship and Quinn was quick to snap and shut the reporter down, a very very intimidating glare on his face while doing so.

In the background of an instagram story Charles posted, you can see mat, quinn and julie cuddled up in a hammock in the beautiful leclerc home backyard, smiling and laughing at Arthur who was trying to impress them with a hockey stick that Quinn and mat had bought him.

When Julie made a special appearance on lando’s stream and the two were talking about a night out they had with mat, quinn and a few of their other friends. Julie was talking so fondly about the two boys and Lando had a great time playfully teasing her about it.

 When a video of the three of them dancing (grinding) together on the dancefloor at a club went viral . . . along with a clip of mat pouring champagne from the bottle into julie's mouth, quinn licking and kissing up the few drops that rolled down her neck.

The photo dumps Julie posts whenever they go on vacation together.

Every time Julie is shown on the big screen at their hockey games , or when the boys are shown on the screen in the paddock.

The clip of mat and julie going on the big screen at quinn’s game , mat having his arm wrapped around julies shoulder as she was snuggled into his side as she sipped on a beer , both of them wearing a quinn jersey , then it showed quinn who was sitting on the bench smiling as he saw the two of them on the big screen.

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˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( AHH FINALLY ITS OUT !! I’m so sorry it took me forever to get out , I had a little struggle with coming up with some facts about them. I really hope you guys enjoy this , I love them so so much !! I’m not proud of the moodboard at all , it’s so bad !! Maybe in the future I’ll make a new one , it was just hard finding pictures for them !! )

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[theplantbish]

Helsingin Sanomat Käärijä article (11.10.) translated

Käärijä licks a carrot and makes OF content - It’s not just about clowning, the artist says

Käärijä’s CCC era comes to an end, when he releases a new album in November. On the album he sings about sex, among other things.

At the moment Käärijä is on an European tour. Between summer’s festival gigs and his fall tour he had time to take three weeks off.

Summary box:

Käärijä, Jere Pöyhönen, released a new song called Sex = Money, and makes OF content

OF-account has a couple of hundred of followers, subscription costs 40e per month

Pöyhönen is on an European tour, in Germany his gigs have been nearly sold out

New album People’s Champion comes out on Nov. 1st. It includes a personal song

“I started to sell sex because sex sells.”

Sings Käärijä, Jere Pöyhönen, on his new song Sex = Money. In the song’s promo video Pöyhönen licks a dirty carrot on a balcony. Fans know what the carrot is a reference to. On a video (plant note: it’s a pic HS get your facts right) posted on Käärijä’s OF account, a carrot sticks up from between Pöyhönen’s buttcheeks.

Yes, Käärijä makes OF content.

On the paid adult content site he has a couple of hundred followers. Subscription costs 40e per month.

When asked about his adult content career, he laughs.

“It’s more just a little fun for the fans,” he tells HS on the phone.

Pöyhönen is currently on an European tour. On the four gigs held in Germany the tickets have been nearly sold out, he says. The venues have been theaters and clubs that fit from 700 to 1,500 people.

On the stage Pöyhönen has been speaking rally-English and has been on his element. The audience has been a bit more grown up compared to Finland, he says.

Käärijä gathered a big audience in Hamburg on Oct. 8th

In Finland Käärijä is an Eurovision hero that also kids admire. At all ages gigs he can’t curse and make dirty jokes the same way he does at club gigs.

Pöyhönen hopes that kids won’t find his OF account. That’s why he hasn’t posted about it much on his social media.

The new song that tells about selling sex won’t be left out of all ages gigs. The lyrics of the song will be changed, though, Pöyhönen says.

“Maybe we’ll sing about selling Lego.”

Whether parents play the new song to their kids or not is out of his hands, according to him. As a child he listened to Petri Nygård’s songs.

“And I’m still sane.” x

Pöyhönen talks about OF as a branding tool, that mostly gives him just a bit of extra money.

He created the account with Häärijä last December. At first it worked as a paid advent calendar for the fans. Pöyhönen told in the Urheilucast podcast that they made 40K euros on the first month.

Pöyhönen won’t reveal what he makes with the OF account these days, but evidently he has made more during the year.

“If someone wants to pay for it, that’s nice. But I have completely different sources of income,” Pöyhönen says.

In the videos Käärijä and Häärijä do mildly naughty things to each other. It’s like a dirty Kummeli show. More like soft porn than actual porn, Pöyhönen describes. 

“We’ve filmed stuff for the account that has made us laugh.”

(there was a pic of the crowd but I don't feel comfortable posting it here. The text under the pic: According to Pöyhönen, the audience at his European gigs is mostly just adults.)

It’s not all just about clowning. OF account and Sex = Money song are an ironic statement on how the world runs around sex too much. As if it was easier to sell sex than music.

Even though Pöyhönen himself says that he objects to marketing music with sex, Käärijä the character does it blindly with everyone else.

“In a way I’m taking a stand without taking a stand.”

Käärijä’s CCC era comes to an official end, when his new album People’s Champion comes out on Nov. 1st.

On the new album we’ll hear the first song fully sung by Käärijä. The topic is personal, Pöyhönen reveals, but won’t comment on the new music more than that.

“There probably won’t be any radical changes,” Pöyhönen says.

Pöyhönen wants to hold onto his underage fans. He sees the all ages gigs as great opportunities to talk about bullying, for example.

“Even before ESC Käärijä character was obscene. I don’t want to change my musical style too much. I make art that looks like me, my own thing.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

First Day Jitters (Pornstar!Bakugou x Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) 

"Tell me what you like."

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader (Costars to Lovers) 

Synopsis: In which you spend your first day on the job as a pornstar with your favorite adult film persona in front of the cameras and are shown what it’s really like fucking with a pro. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Adult!Bakugou (he’s in his late 20s/early 30s); Reader's Race is Not Specific; Pornstar!Bakugou; Pornstar!Reader; Anxiety Comfort; Flirting; Sex on Camera; Verbal Consent/Cues; Mild BDSM; Dirty Talk; Foreplay; Fingering; Edge Play; Daddy Kink; Cunnilingus; Analingus; Deepthroating; Ball Sucking; Hair-pulling; Mild Choking; Mild Degradation; Doggystyle; Cum Facial; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Okay. So I was watching a porn video a couple days ago & started thinking about Bakugou as one of the actors. Then I came up with this one. Enjoy & go touch some fucking grass! Luv y’all! -Jazz 💋💋💋

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The lights are so bright. The actors never tell you how bright the lights are when they’re in a scene. 

But standing here now, in the gorgeous, expensive-looking bedroom where you’re starting your first job as a pornstar, you realize how blinding the overhead lights really are. Actually, everything seems a lot brighter and sharper now––the cameras; the behind the scenes crew; the morning sun pouring through the balcony window onto the king-sized bedroom. 

The location for this particular shoot is absolutely gorgeous. The estate’s lawn is nothing but rolling hills and beautiful flowers while the house–which is really a fucking castle–is filled with smooth, marbled floors, dozens of bedrooms, a backyard pool, and expensive art hung upon the walls. The estate you’re at is apparently owned by a fancy country club. After pulling some strings, Jirou, the director for this shoot and one of the most prominent female porn directors in the industry, managed to snag it for the shoot. 

You would’ve felt way more comfortable without the activity swarming you as soon as you arrived at 9AM on the dot: cameras; lights; boom mics; a director’s chair; stylists, cameramen, a sound crew, and other employees making sure this whole shoot goes right. You didn't realize so much went into making one porn video. 

Jirou comes up to you then, startling you in your breezy sundress and slides. She looks stressed, running a hand through her dark purple bob. “Thank goodness you’re here on time, Y/N,” she sighs. “It’s good you’re so punctual. That’ll do you good in this industry.” 

“Thank you,” you softly mutter because you’re not sure what else to say. “Is my co-star here? I didn’t see him when I came in.” You’ve been here for almost an hour and haven’t seen him anywhere in the house. 

Jirou huffs, checking her phone once again. “Not yet. He’s stuck in traffic. Your makeup and hair stylist isn’t here yet either! She’s supposed to be here before the star; not after!” She pinches the bridge of her nose, dark, shiny nail polish coating her fingernails. 

You clutch your bag closer to you, nervous butterflies fluttering about. Her frustrations are only making you more nervous. A part of you hopes that all of this goes to shit so you don’t have to go through with it today. Maybe you rushed to fast into this. Maybe you should’ve told your management team that a porn shoot isn’t the way to go to get your name out there yet. Shit, you’re already in the industry! Your cam girl persona is the most well-known one on the internet and off! 

You’ve been a cam girl for over five years now, making erotic role-play videos for horny viewers on the other side of your screen. In those five years, you’ve gained recognition for your creative role-play content and even an award for “Erotic Performer of the Year of 2022” after one of your videos gained over ten million views (and counting!). It was a video where you’re sitting in front of a black backdrop, naked, and in only a chair where the camera zooms in on your body and moves to give the illusion as if one of your viewers is there fucking you. You had worked with a small tech company to accomplish the special effects and gave them all their props in your acceptance speech. 

Since then, it’s been nothing but blessings––money in the bank, more views on your videos, and the ability to upgrade your content with better costumes, wigs, and equipment. However, you weren’t expecting to be reached out to by one of the biggest porn companies in Japan. A month ago, a consultant at Divine Productions emailed you, asking if you could meet with them and the head of the company for a meeting. 

You especially weren’t expecting them to want to hire you to join their team of models. “You’re a visionary!” the head had told you, making you flush in your seat. “Your content is incredible as are your ability to draw your audience into your videos. Plus, you’re not bad on the eyes. We’d love for you to join us!”

That’s when they presented you with a contract: a five-year deal with them, unless you decide to leave early or stay with them, where all the money gained for each video you star in will go to you. You practically jumped at the chance! 

Since then, you’ve been given your own management team who books all of your videos for you (with your say, of course) and makes sure you get every cent promised to you. Now, here you are, a month later, about to make your first porno with another star that you’ve never met before…not to mention that he’s one of the biggest pornstars in the industry and one that you have the most embarrassing crush on. 

You’re taken out of your thoughts when the bedroom door slams open, revealing Mina jogging in with her bouncy, pink curls and red face. “And there she is,” Jirou mutters, scowling at the girl. 

Mina immediately drops her cosmetics case and bag, heaving. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late, Jirou!” she abruptly apologizes. “A tire blew on my car, so I had to Uber here. I’ve got proof too!” She pulls out her phone and shows you and Jirou a photo of her pink car’s deflated tire. “It just blew out as soon as I hit the highway,” she sighs. “I got it towed though.” 

Jirou goes to tell her off, but a sharp sound from the ceiling stops her. Two of the crew members are there trying to fix the lights, leaving them one of them broken.

“Dammit, Denki!” Sero groans, on a latter beneath his blonde coworker. “I said on your right! That’s left!” Denki glares at down at him from at the top of the latter. “Hey, you try doing this shit when these are dangling from the fucking ceiling!” he argues. 

Jirou groans, rolling her eyes. More shit for her to stress over. You honestly feel bad. “You get a pass this time, Mina,” she says, narrowing her eyes at the stylist. “And you’re lucky Bakugou isn’t here yet. Just get Y/N in a seat and get her camera ready, or else it’s your head.” She then proceeds to strut away in her heeled boots, hollering at Sero and Denki for fucking up her lights. 

“You got it!” Mina calls after her. She turns to you with a smile. “She doesn’t really mean that,” she giggles. “I’m the best at my job and she knows it. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting though.” You smile kindly at her apologetic attitude, liking her already. “It’s fine, really.” 

Shen then gathers her things and nods towards the bedroom door. “C’mon, honey; let’s get you in a chair and make you even more beautiful than you already are.”

She takes you out into the hallway where you change into a robe, sit in your actor’s chair, and watch as she brings out her hair tools and makeup products. You feel like a movie star…in a way. She first begins her magic by priming your face, her fingers massaging your skin gently yet expertly. Then she moves onto your eyebrows, first using a pencil to outline them and then moving onto filling them in. 

As you sit there, still and quiet, you catch the eye of a familiar and very cute freckled face. Deku, the intern currently working at Jirou’s company, comes up to you with a wheeled cart of breakfast with a booklet under his arm. “Good morning, Ms. L/N!” he chirps. “I’ve got your script here and complimentary breakfast if you didn’t eat. There’s muffins, pastries, coffee…” 

He runs down the best of the breakfast as he passes you your script and leaves Bakugou’s on his chair next to yours. You met Deku when you spoke to Jirou at her office about being in her video alongside Bakugou, whom you’d be meeting for the first time today. He had signed you in and walked you to Jirou’s office, being so kind, professional, and oh-so cute. 

“Oh, thank you, Deku,” you giggle as Mina begins to blend out the counselor around your brows. “By the way, I told you that you don’t have to call me that. Call me Y/N, or even [Your Pornstar Name].” 

His face grows beat red, making Mina snort. “W-Well, I’d prefer calling you by your last name,” he softly stutters. “It’s just more respectful. Plus, I’m sure you get called by your surname all the time already.” 

Mina snickers from above you, busying herself blind out your eyebrows with a brush. “Soon, the whole world will know her as that.” 

“Ugh, don’t,” you groan. “I’m so nervous, I could throw up.” Even as you stare at the script in your lap, you feel your stomach lurch. “I’ve got a trash can right here for that!” Deku shouts, immediately shooting for the trash can sitting next to you. 

Mina stops him as you begin to laugh, some of your nerves ebbed. “Let me worry about that, intern. You just worry about getting that coffee to Jirou before she throws a fit.” 

You practically see Deku’s stomach drop into his ass at the mention of his boss. “R-Right,” he says. He picks up a paper cup on the table and fills it with coffee before turning to you. “Well, good luck today, Ms…er, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll do great today.” He offers you a shy smile that makes him look even more adorable. “Thanks, Deku,” you softly reply with a smile. “I know you will too. You seem like a great employee so far.” 

Deku’s smile grows wider as his cheeks grow redder. Mina rolls her eyes, bumping him out of the way. “Alright, stop flirting,” she playfully demands. “She needs to do that to her costar…unless you want to ask Katsuki to switch with you.” She looks over her shoulder at the intern. His smile fades and turns so red that you’re sure steam will come out of his ears. 

With a stutter, he races off to the bedroom to give Jirou her coffee while the stylist laughs. 

“God, I love it when he gets flustered! It’s so fucking cute!” You giggle with her and then begin to read your script as you pluck a pastry off of the table to chomp on. You didn’t eat breakfast. Your nerves were getting the best of you. 

As you begin to read over the script and memorize them, Mina starts on your eyeshadow, giving you a nice, sparkly peach color to bring out the color of your eyes. “So it’s really your first time being in a porn video?” she asks as she begins to blend in your eyeshadow. “You were a cam girl before this, right?” 

“Yeah, and that was fun, but the money was cutting it anymore,” you sheepishly confess. “So when I got that contract offer from Divine Productions and it being one of the biggest porn companies in Japan, I decided to take it. Apparently, the head saw my account and thought I had potential to make a name for myself in the industry.” 

You stare down at your script, gripping the pages. “I didn't think I’d get my first scene offer with Dynamight, of all people.” Mina looks down at you, smirking knowingly. “You a fan?” she giggles. You flush at her knowing gaze. “Does it show?” you softly ask. 

Mina coos to herself as she gathers a pack of false lashes. “It’s adorable!” she exclaims, making you even hotter in your robe. 

The truth is you’re a big time fan of Dynamight. You have been for several years now. He, too, was a cam boy and would upload his content onto XVideos, Pornhub, and a cam site you eventually signed up for to jumpstart your career. You were immediately captivated by his raspy voice huffing out dirty words and those vermillion eyes that peeked through his black mask while his hand lazily stroked his cock. It’d feel like he was speaking to you through your phone and laptop…although that could just be from your pleasured haze as your fingers played with yourself along with him. 

You would always leave anonymous tips for him to which he would thank you for. “Another $15 tip?” he’d chuckle, staring into the camera as if seeing you behind your computer. “Thank you, baby…whoever you are. Y’know, you don’t have to be shy. Shoot me a message one day and maybe I can thank you properly.” The way his voice dipped on that last word and his suggestive smirk nearly had you cumming around your fingers. 

Soon, he didn’t need the tips anymore because he became a big-time pornstar. You became obsessed with him right then. Watching him fuck all of his costars (both men and women), sometimes alone and sometimes in threesomes, foursomes, and freaking orgies, became a treat for you to behold. You dreamed of being underneath him, feeling those big, rough hands on your neck; running your fingers along his tattooed pecs and arms he could break you with; have that heavy, thick, gorgeous cock fucking you stupid and filling up your mouth. 

And now, finally and crazily, you’ll finally get to receive everything you’ve dreamed of. Your naughtiest dreams are soon to be a reality…just in front of cameras and other people. 

“Don’t sweat it if your nervous,” Mina says, now moving onto blending your foundation and concealer with a beauty blender, dabbing delicately at your skin. “Katsuki is a real nice guy, though he seems intimidating.” She pauses to smirk at down at you with her glossy, pink lips. “And let me tell you, honey: he’s even better in real life than he is on camera. I know from experience.” 

Your eyes widen in shock at her, your heart leaping. “Oh…were you a pornstar at some point too?” The stylist throws her head back and hollers with laughter. “No way!” she laughs. “I couldn’t make a living fucking all those people on camera back to back. I’m dating Red Riot.” 

You nearly drop your pastry. “Thee Red Riot?” you gasp. He’s another one of your favorite pornstars. He’s just as sexy as Dynamight with his long, red locks and buff body, though you have your bias. 

Mina smiles proudly. “Yep! He and Katsuki are good friends, too. About a year ago, we had a threesome and it was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had. Hearing that raspy voice in my ear while he was fucking me gave me at least four orgasms that night.” She hums wistfully as she continues her work on your makeup. 

As you go back to reading your script and your mind begins to drift off to your own threesome with Dynamight and Red Riot, you’re taken back to reality when you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. “Oh, and look who’s paying us a visit this morning,” Mina giggles. “Good morning, you two.” 

You look up and nearly choke on your breakfast. Standing there, in the flesh, wearing sweats that your eyes are begging to undress and looking completely haggard, is the Dynamight.

He is just as tall, big, and sexy in person. Your eyes drink in his platinum blonde hair styled in an undercut; the piercing above his right brow and the snakebites puncturing his plush bottom lip; his sharp jawline dusted in facial hair; his arms, sinewy with muscle and tattoos that travel up the side of his neck; the way his tank top hangs loosely on his chest, revealing a sliver of his pecs and the golden chair dangling around his neck; his big ass feet in his Nike kicks. 

He’s so fucking fine. When his eyes meet yours, you swear you have an out of body experience. He doesn’t smile or wave at you. He just stares. You’re not too sure what to make of it and nervously bite your lip. Does he like how you look? Is he disappointed? How the fuck are you gonna be able to fuck him on camera if even his stare make you nervous? 

Kirishima aka Red Riot comes up behind him in a tight red V-neck and jeans, standing a whole head taller than his friend and costar. “Good morning to you,” he purrs, wrapping an arm around Mina’s waist and pecking her lips. “It’s definitely a good morning now. Oooh, breakfast!” He moves to the cart and plucks a bagel off, not even seeing you. 

Katsuki wanders up to the cart too, scowling at the cart suspiciously. “That nerd come back here?” he grumbles. He plucks a paper cup from the cart and stands it underneath the Keurig set up with a silver container of coffee pods. Mina hums in an answer, still dabbing at your cheeks and temple. “He dropped off your script for today’s scene too, for you and your costar.” 

Once again, Katsuki’s vermillion eyes shoot to yours, nearly making your lungs given out. 

Kiri scowls in confusion, staring off into space. “Costar?” he parrots. He whips around to face you and nearly drops his bagel. “Shit, I’m so, so sorry! I just walked right by you and didn't even see you. That’s so unmanly of me.” He walks toward you, practically becoming an eclipse with how big he is. “I’m Kiri,” he says, offering his hand for a shake. “But I’m known as Red Riot.” 

“I know you,” you giggle, shaking his hand. “And it’s fine. I’m Y/N aka [Camgirl Name].” He begins to chomp on his bagel, his eyes sparkling. “You’re that cam girl, right? Yeah, I’ve seen your face before!”  

Katsuki suddenly comes walking up to you with his coffee cup now full, a plastic lid on top of it. “Don’t let Mina go crazy on you with all that makeup,” he gruffly says, bumping Mina out of the way. She scoffs, planting a hand on her hip while Kiri laughs. “You don’t need too much else.” 

Your body flushes hot at his words. Does that mean he thinks you’re pretty? Finally, he extends his hand to you and you realize that he wants a handshake. “Dynamight,” he introduces. “Just call me Katsuki.” 

Willing your hand not to shake, you shake his bigger, calloused one, imagining it around your neck. “N-Nice to meet you,” you stutter. A crooked smirk plays on his lips as his eyes trail over your body. You feel naked despite the robe. But as soon as the moment comes, it ends. He releases your hand from his and sips his coffee, pulling a disgusted face afterward. “This is fuckin’ decaf,” he growls. “I’m gonna go slug that nerd intern. Where’s he at?” 

Mina nods at the bedroom where you can hear chatter among the crew. Katsuki snatches up his script from his chair and storms in there immediately, his raspy, demanding voice yelling out for Deku. Kiri sits down, replacing his friend in his seat. “I think he likes you,” he whispers, making Mina giggle to herself. “You didn’t hear it from me, but he was kinda excited to work with you on this scene when he found out you’d be his costar. I think he’s a fan.” 

He gives you a wink that only sends those nervous butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He could be just trying to gas you up or ease your obvious stress, but the idea of Katsuki already knowing who you are and being a fan only makes you want to bolt. “Well, that doesn’t make me any more nervous at all,” you exhale. 

Kiri nods understandably. “I feel you,” he reassuringly replies. “I remember when I had my first scene, and that was a solo one. But I’ve done many scenes with Dynamight and he’s always so good with his female costars.” 

“That’s what I told her!” Mina adds, now moving onto setting your face with some sweat proof setting powder. “He knows how to take care of his girls; especially the new ones.” She smirks down at you to which you avert your eyes from her gaze. 

“You’ll be just fine, sweetheart,” Kiri cheerfully says. “Once you actually start it, the cameras, lights, and people will fall away.” You stare down at your script and stare so hard at the printed words that your vision becomes blurry. “I hope you’re right.” 

Kiri pats you on the arm comfortingly. “Trust me; just ask Dynamight! He’ll definitely give you some advice, too.” A knock on the wall turns your attention to one of the crew members who stands in the doorway of the bedroom. “We’re starting in about 15 minutes,” he says. 

Fifteen minutes? Your stomach flips and your mind begins to go into panic mode. You’re not ready. You barely remember your lines! Quickly, you skim over them again, even mouthing them while Mina continues to finish beautifying you. Finally, after applying a layer of pink gloss to your lips and some setting spray, she finishes in seven minutes. “And there we go!” she announces. “You’re camera ready, honey.” 

She gives you a mirror to see how you look. You gasp at the woman staring back at you with her faux, doll-like lashes, rouge-blush cheeks, and soft, plump lips slick with gloss. You look beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Amazing. Any other adjective you can think of. Mina giggles at your reaction as she hustles you out of your seat. “Now, let’s get you dressed and this sexy ass out there so your costar can see for himself.” 

After quickly disrobing and putting on your outfit–a mini sundress and platform sandals––you’re led into the bedroom where Jirou and Katsuki stand, waiting for you. Katsuki’s vermillion eyes flash with something identifiable when they land on you. You have no idea to wonder what it is, because Jirou is immediately pulling you over with her own copy of the script. 

“There you are!” she sighs, exasperated. “Okay, so you both read over the script and know how this goes: Y/N, you’re a wife who is feeling horny after her husband left on a business trip; you’ve been seeing his best friend in secret and invite him over for a while; boom, you two fuck. But I was thinking in between that, you two could have a conversation about what you like, especially you, Y/N.” 

You blink at her, your mind slowly processing her words. “Like kinks and stuff?” Jirou nods, looking happy that you understand what she means. “Exactly that! I’ve gotta give credit to Katsuki since it was his idea first, since you’re new and everything. It’d give him a chance to get to know you so this scene is as natural-looking as possible.” 

You turn to Katuski, who is already blankly staring at you, in shock. Suddenly, you start to believe that Mina and Kiri were right about him taking care of "his girls”. “Thanks,” you softly murmur. He shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “It’s whatever,” he deadpans. “You’re my costar, right? I’ve gotta take care of you, too.” 

Okay. Now you’re sure that Kiri and Mina are right. His words make your pussy clench in your panties, your body affected by his statement. It’s nice to see someone take such responsibility in his costars in such a wolfish industry, but it’s even hotter to see a man be so adamant about making a woman’s safety and comfort his top priorities; not just his money.

Jirou goes back to giving you the rundown, not even aware of the way you’re eye-fucking your costar. “Now, for the script, you don’t have to remember every single word; just enough to get the point across to the viewers. Feel free to toss some improv in there. You’re lookin’ at the king of improv here.” She nods at Katsuki who smirks cockily at her. You had a feeling that most of the lines he’d whisper in videos that had you cumming all over your fingers or vibrator weren't scripted. 

Jirou suddenly looks somewhere above your head, irked. “Fuck, that light isn’t right,” she hisses. “You two head to your posts and then we can start.” She stomps away from you, leaving you standing alone with Katsuki. You feel small standing beside him with how big he is. Not to mention how good he smells––like vanilla and cloves. You want to just push your face into his big pecs and motorboat him just to coat yourself in his scent; just to feel him. 

“Nervous?” he asks. His intense, vermillion eyes stare into you. You flush, a nervous smile stretching onto your lips. “It shows, huh?” you sheepishly chuckle. “A little, yeah. I’m sorry.” 

A confused scowl crosses his face. “What do you have to be sorry about?” he asks. “It’s your first day. Nervousness is normal.” Though his reassurance is comforting, you still feel that flip of anxiousness deep in the pit of your stomach. “I’m guessing you’ve never fucked another person on camera before?” he asks. The brazenness and vulgarity of his question stuns you, despite it being exactly what it is: getting fucked on camera. 

“Uh, no,” you confess. “Just me, and it definitely wasn’t as intense or expensive-looking as this.” You wave a hand over the bedroom, cameras, and lights. “O-Or with a pro,” you murmur. 

Katsuki raises his pierced brow at you, making him look even more attractive. “So you know of me,” he probes, a tiny smile lilting at his lips. You try to hide your embarrassment and come up with a lie on the fly that doesn’t make you look like a horny girl with a crush on her favorite pornstar. “How could I not?” you retort. “Anyone in this industry knows who you are. You’re, like, a veteran!” 

He chortles, the sound oh-so sexy. “As much as I appreciate the love, you’ve got nothing to be nervous about. I’ve seen your little role-play videos and you seem like you’ve got what it takes to be on camera.” You blink at him, his words slowly processing in your head. “You’ve…watched my videos?” you carefully ask. 

Now it’s Katsuki’s turn to be nervous. A light blush coats his cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck, the facade of an overly-confident man waning. You think you like this side of him more. “A few here and there, yeah, just to get familiar with you. To be honest, I had never heard of you before until my management told me you’d be my costar in this scene.” 

Still, the idea of him watching your videos fills you with joy and pride, especially since he liked what he saw. Confidence floods within you and a tiny smirk pulls onto your glossed lips. 

“Well, you’ve got any advice for a rookie, Dynamight?” you purr. 

Katsuki doesn’t look like he catches onto your demeanor chance, but if he does, he acts like he doesn’t notice. He pauses, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he thinks of a good answer. “Just look at your costar and nothing else,” he finally replies. “When you do that, everything else fades away…and pretend that everyone is naked.” You giggle at the last one, your laugh making him smile in delight at the sound. 

“Okay!” Jirou shouts, making you jump. She’s so loud that she doesn’t need a megaphone. “We’re good to go! Everyone get to your posts and for fuck’s sakes, Deku, bring me a regular coffee! Not decaf!” Poor Deku, standing near a camera by the door, turns beat red. “That’s all they had, miss!” he replies. 

As a crew member comes over to take the scripts from you and Katsuki, your stomach drops into your ass. Here it is. There’s no going back now. Katsuki’s hand slightly brushes against yours as he walks by you. “Good luck,” he whispers, and though he doesn’t smile, he winks one of those intense eyes that haunt your dreams at you. Then he’s walking by and exiting the bedroom to ready for his cue, almost as if you dreamed it. 

Quickly, with limbs like jelly, you go to sit on the edge of the bed like the script tells you to where a book sits for you to pretend to read. You open it and stare down at the pages, becoming more and more distracted as Jirou finally yells, “Action!” You swear, you nearly shit yourself. 

Katsuki must be giving you time to situate and prepare yourself because he doesn’t act immediately. But after about two minutes, a knock comes from the bedroom door. “The door is open!” you call. 

He comes in through the door, acting as if a director, camera crew, and a bunch of bright lights aren’t even there as he struts into the bedroom. “Hey,” he greets. “He ain’t here, right? He left?” 

You swallow harshly, plastering on a smile to disguise your fear. “Yeah,” you reply, just like in the script. “He left for his business trip this morning. You know my husband: can’t sit still for even a minute.” 

Katsuki takes a seat next to you on the bed, moving slowly like you’re a scared wild animal that is soon to either bolt or attack. You know it’s to make sure you’re comfortable and you swear you could kiss him right now. “So what did you call me over here for?” he curiously asks. “Not that I don’t like seein’ your beautiful face, but I thought you wanted to call this quits.” 

You stare down at your hands, gripping your thighs to avoid them shaking. “I'm sorry I called you over here so randomly,” you sigh. “I guess I just got lonely. I originally dove into this relationship with you to express myself and get what I need since my husband can't give it to me.” You press a stressed hand to your temple. “But overtime, I felt horrible and called it quits. Now our sex life is even worse! Even when he’s here, we’re not together that much. He’s always busy with work.” 

Your hand creeps across the bed to lay on Bakugou’s thigh, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. “Do you think you could help me with that?” you hear yourself asking. You peer up at him through your lashes, trying not to grow nervous at the crooked smirk on his face. “As long as he’s gone, I’d be happy to,” he softly growls. “If that’s what you want.” 

He leans towards you then, moving his hand to cup the back of your neck. You can’t help the sharp hitch of breath that you can't help but make at his touch. “Relax,” he coos into your ear, low enough for the boom mics to not catch. “It’s just a kiss. But tap me twice anywhere on my body if you’re uncomfortable. That’ll be our cue.” 

You give him a reassuring nod and then his lips are on yours. Your head nearly pops off as his pink, pillowy-soft lips and snake bites push into yours, an addictive combination of cold and warm. He tastes like mint gum and a tiny bit of fruit, like he had a smoothie before he came here. It makes him taste so good. You find yourself leaning into his touch, causing him to chuckle into the kiss. “You can touch me, y’know,” he whispers against your mouth. “I’m not off limits, babe.” 

Your stomach flips at the pet name, even as your shaky hands move to touch him. As your mouth voluntarily parts to allow his tongue access to yours, your fingers run over his biceps and pecs; his lower stomach and sides. You moan appreciatively at the hard, toned muscle, relishing at the fact that you get to touch his body after wanting to for so long. The kiss is wet and sloppy, his tongue running lazily against yours and swirling in your mouth. No doubt the cameras are getting all of it, too––every stand of saliva that travels between your mouths. 

When he pulls away, a shiny string of spit connects his plump bottom lip with yours. His vermillion eyes are hooded and blown with lust that you aren’t sure is just acting or actually because you’ve turned him on. “God, you’re such a good kisser,” he groans. “How the fuck did your man leave you unattended when you’re this sexy?” 

Your script only tells you to giggle, so you do, feeling so much like a giddy schoolgirl. His big hands find your hips, coaxing you to stand up between his legs. “Let’s get this dress off,” he softly growls as his fingers trail up the hem of your sundress. You nervously bite your lower lip, but allow him to take off your dress by raising your arms over your head. Once your dress is off and on the floor, it is too late to turn back. 

Though you don't turn around, you’re aware of the cameras, lights, and people behind you, all staring at your semi-naked body. You wear a yellow Savage X Fenty set that brings out the color of your skin and eyes, adoring your skin in lace trim. Katsuki’s eyes graze over your body, making you want to cover yourself and hide. But you don’t. You’ve got a job to do and you can’t disappoint everyone. Especially him. The “him” who is staring up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. “Goddamn, you’re fine,” he hisses. “And so, so pretty.” 

When his eyes bore into yours and his hands slide up your hips to bring you close, you realize how good he is at acting. But, of course, he’s a pro at this. “Thanks,” you giggle, “but actions speak louder than words for me.” You begin to unhook your bra, his eyes hungrily watching, and your breasts tumble out of your bra cups as your bra loosens its hold on your chest. 

You stand before your costar, reveling in his hungered gaze lingering on your breasts and hardened nipples. He pounces onto you immediately, deliciously gripping one breast while the other is being drenched in his suckles and licks as his tongue laps at one of your hard nipples. 

He alternates between each, palming one if the other has his mouth on it, giving each of your titties equal attention. You moan at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue and the cool metal of his snakebites on your warm skin. Your hands begin to trail in his hair, wandering aimlessly through his blonde locks. “You like that, pretty girl?” he moans against your nipple. “Tell me. Tell me what you like.” 

You whimper as he sucks harshly on your nipple like he’s trying to draw milk out of it. You can feel your panties quickly beginning to dampen between your thighs. You know that this is the point where you tell him all about what you enjoy. “Could you…maybe…pinch them?” you softly ask. “Just lightly, like this.” You demonstrate, pulling away to lightly pinch your nipple between your thumb and forefinger. 

Katsuki mirrors your movements, his eyes hungrily watching as you gasp and arch your back into his touch. “Anything else? What else can I do for you that your man don’t?” He then leans in to suck on your nipple again, coating it in saliva while he pinches and tweaks the other. The mingling sensations of pain and pleasure makes your pussy drip. 

“Um…” You begin to rack your brain for some kinks, your mind quickly becoming blank from the pleasure. “I like being spanked,” you boldly reply. Katsuki looks up at you from between your chest, interested. “And choked. I like it when my hair is pulled while I’m being fucked too.” A smirk pulls onto his lips as his tongue slides up your cleavage, coating your skin in saliva. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums. “What else?” 

He then trails back down to suck on your nipples again, all while taking two fingers and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasp, your legs parting instinctively to allow him better access. “F-Fuck,” you softly moan, grasping his shoulders for balance. Your knees nearly buckle from the pleasure. “A little DDLG. Degradation, like being called a slut. Getting my face fucked. And facial abuse––like, when a guy slaps his dick against my face and on my tongue. I like facials, too.” 

You begin to flush as your kinks become more devious. Freaky, if you will. “I really like anal play, too,” you murmur, "but if that’s too much–“ 

“So analingus?” he cuts in, raising an eyebrow at you. “Fingering?” He applies pressure to his ministrations against your pussy, having your toes curl in your sandals. “You like your pussy gettin’ spat on?” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He sounds so excited, even more as excited as you do realizing how into your kinkiness he is. 

“Yes, yes, and I’ve never had that before, but I’d want to try it.” You look down at into his crimson eyes, shivering at the lust there. “I can do that,” he growls. “Anything you want me to steer clear of?” You being to give him the rundown of everything you don’t like, loving how he nods and keeps his eyes strictly on you. You have his completely and utter attention as a costar now and hopefully in the future. 

Katsuki slides one hand up your hip, looping his fingers through the waistband of your panties. 

“Anything my little girl wants,” he coos. “Now do I have your consent to eat this pussy of yours?” His eyes bore into yours, pinning you to the spot. You swallow harshly, squeaking out a tiny, hoarse “Yes.” 

He pulls at the waistband before letting it snap back into place against your skin, making it sting. You whimper at the slight sting like being hit with a rubber band. “Yes what?” he firmly asks. 

The devious part of you is doing somersaults at such attention and dominance, especially considering that this is your industry crush. Though your throat is dry, you provide him with the answer he wants…and that is in the script: “Y-Yes, Daddy.” 

Katsuki’s nostrils flare as he takes a sharp inhale, the title having an obvious affect on him. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he groans. And then you’re suddenly on your back, giggling at Katsuki’s sheer strength and his big body as he covers you, peppering your lips in kisses. 

You know you’ll have to thank Kiri for his advice later because an hour into your scene with Katsuki, all of the cameras do fade away. In fact, everything except you and him are gone, fading into nothingness as soon as he gets his mouth on your pussy. His powerful, veiny hands sit under your ass, tilting your pelvis up so he can have perfect access to your sobbing, wet pussy that can't help but gush and cry whenever he moves his tongue against your clit or dips lower to play with your asshole. 

“Fuck, Daddy!” you moan, writhing against the bed. Your hands grip the sheets and your eyes roll into the back of your head, all natural reactions to his wonderful tongue. You want to roll your hips into his mouth, but his hands have your hips stuck in one spot. 

His crimson eyes peek through the valley between your tits, intimidating yet sensual. “That feel good, baby?” he teasingly asks between flicks of his tongue against your clit. “You like this shit?” He pauses to pull away and spit on your pussy, making it and your asshole glisten in his spit. He then dives back into your cunt to slurp it back up, the sloshing, lewd sounds of his tongue and mouth sucking on your pussy making your toes curl. The act is so vulgar and nasty that it makes you gush all over his face. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you shiver. “You like this shit, dirty little slut. You like Daddy eating this pussy.” You whimper in response, earning a harsh smack on your outer thigh. “Tell me how it feels,” he growls. “Tell me you love it.” He hits you again, making you gasp at the harsh sting. 

“I-I love it!” you moan out. “I love your mouth on me, Daddy! Please, please make me cum!” Katsuki chortles into your pussy as his tongue works furiously at your clit. He takes you by surprise when one of his thick fingers slips into your hole, emitting a loud moan from deep within you. “You wanna cum for me, baby girl?” he teasingly asks. “Don’t cum till I say then. Be a good girl for me.” 

You nearly lose your shit when he begins to slowly fuck you with his finger, gliding up against the underside of your clit while his mouth gently sucks on the skin covering it, teasing the little bud of nerves. You can feel your juices dripping down your asscrack to the sheets, staining them, but you don’t care. You can't care when you’re feeling this good. All you can do is moan and beg for release as Katsuki switches between sucking on your clit and your asshole, his jaw moving furiously and never letting up. 

“Please, Daddy!” you whine, your back arching. “I need to cum! C-Can't take it anymore!” You start babbling for release, sobs escaping your mouth as your core tightens. “Please, please, please!” you cry, just wanting to cum. Just needing to gush all over his face. 

Katsuki finally ticks his eyes up to yours, watching your body and your face. “Cum for me,” he demands in his orgasmic voice. “Do it right fuckin’ now. Give it all to me, baby girl.” And you finally do. That dam breaks in your core and your cum floods the gate as you burst all over your costar’s face. 

“Fuck!” you gasp followed by a string of moans as you cum. You can’t remember the last time you had an orgasm this good. It has you feel like you’re floating off of the bed and seeing space. Katsuki greedily slurps up your cum, humming and moaning appreciatively as he does so. He cleans up your ass and thighs, making sure to get every ounce of cum, until you’re twitching from overstimulation. 

He finally pulls away and sits up, smirking down at you with his lips and chin coated in you. “Much better than your husband, right?” he chuckles. You’re so gone from the orgasm that you don’t even remember the scene plot at first. It is that good! When you finally realize that yes, you’re in the middle of work, you nod and giggle in agreement. “I should return the favor,” you purr. “Can I please suck your cock, Daddy?” 

Katsuki is already helping you onto your knees, a lustful look in his eyes. “Since you listened, I suppose you can,” he softly growls. “Just do a good job for me, okay?” You just smile at him as you happily unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. You’re more than ready to give him the best blowjob of any costar he’s had. 

Minutes later after getting his gorgeous cock out of his pants and give him some tentative kisses and licks, he is deep down your throat and you’re gagging all over his cock. You can hardly believe this is happening! You choking on the Dynamight’s dick, making him moan and grip your hair to the point where it burns. He is so deep that your eyes water, tears dripping down your face and ruining your mascara. 

He chuckles evilly at this, staring down at you as you gag all over his cock. "Look at you,” he breathlessly says, “gaggin’ all over my cock like a good little slut. Keep gaggin’ on that cock, baby. You’re doing so well.” He pushes your head down more, but keeps his hold on you light, allowing you the ability to pull away if you want. He then begins to thrust his cock into your throat, filling the tight, wet hole the same way he would your pussy. 

You gag and gurgle along his thick, veiny, gorgeous dick, spit dripping down your chin and lips. “It feels good, don’t it?” he asks. “It feels so good to get used like this. Have a man know how to fuck a pretty throat like yours.” He groans as your throat vibrates and flexes around him, making him bite his plump lower lip. “You take me so well, sweetheart,” he gasps. “Such a good little cock sleeve.” 

His degrading words have you playing with yours between your thighs which the cameras no doubt catch. When you begin to feel that tickle in your throat, you tap his thigh twice, immediately gaining his attention. “Need to breathe?” he asks, still staying in character.

You nod and he releases you, moaning as he pulls himself out of your mouth. You deeply inhale and cough, your jaw aching and your throat burning from the constant gagging and sucking. “Breathe, slut,” he growls. “And when you’re done, go ahead and finish suckin’ on me. Don’t forget my balls, too.” 

After quickly gaining some recovery, you go back to your job, sucking on his heavy balls while he strokes his cock against your nose. All you can smell, taste, and breathe is him. He is all that matters to you right now. After going back to throating him for a couple more minutes, he finally pulls away and forces you to look at him despite your fucked-out state. His cock, tanned and veiny with a pink head, shines in your spit and his pre-cum. 

“I wanna fuck you,” he growls. “You want that too?” Your stomach flipping excitedly and nervously, you slowly nods and give him a smile. “Yes, Daddy,” you reply. “I want you to fuck me, right now please.” A crooked smile curls onto his lips, blinding you. “Good girl.” 

He moves down to press a kiss to your forehead, but only for the cameras. “Remember,” he whispers, "if you ever want me to stop, just tap me twice.” You nod, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips against your ear. “Good girl,” he repeats, though this time, it isn’t in character. It’s real and he really thinks you’re a good girl. His good girl. Butterflies swarm in your stomach and a goofy smile appears on your lips 

In a blink of an eye, you find yourself on your knees and your costar mounting himself behind your ass. He gives you a sharp smack, causing your asscheek to jiggle. A giggle escapes your lips that is quickly swallowed by a moan when he slowly sheathes himself inside of you. Though it’s just the head, he is thick and stretches your hole instantly. 

You both gasp at the same time as soon as he’s snuggly inside of you despite it only being the head. It’s a stretch and it takes a few breaths to take him, but Katsuki is patient and plays with your clit in the process, his knuckles gently brushing the bundle of nerves. “Take your time, baby,” he coos, stroking your back with his other hand. “Just breathe for me.” 

His words, fingers, and the previous orgasm definitely help, making your cunt slipperier enough to take him inch after inch. With each inhale and exhale, he sinks deeper into you and pulls back until he is finally, slowly, fucking you. You gasp at each pump of his hips, each stroke of his cock inside of you, his balls brushing against your clit.

You feel your pussy accommodating to his girth, your walls stretching around him. You’ve never felt so full before, not even with your favorite dildo. He’s so thick that he fills up every inch of your pussy, making him feel a lot bigger each time he thrusts. “Fuck me back,” he growls, smacking your ass. “C’mon, fuck me back, baby. Show me how much you want this.” 

With a whimper, you do as he says and toss your ass back to meet his cock. Your moans and cries fill the bedroom along with the sound of skin clapping against skin and the bedsprings squeaking below you. Katsuki grips your hips for dear life, nailing your pussy again and again, moaning every time he does so. “Goddamn, you’re takin’ me so good, baby girl,” he groans. “You’re so wet…so tight…so…f-fuck.” 

You non-verbally agree with a moan, loving how full you feel with him. You can hardly believe any of this is happening. How many times have you dreamed of fucking Dynamight? How many nights have you rubbed your pussy to the thought of having him fill you up, fuck your brains out, and pump you full of his cum? Your eyes flutter closed from the pleasure and you fall deeper into the bliss he gives you with each thrust of his thick cock inside of you.

He then leans down to wrap his hand around your throat and press his lips to your ear, his hot breath and his touch making the fuck session even more intense. “I lied,” he growls. You blink confusedly. “Huh?” you softly exhale, keeping your voice low to avoid being heard by the mic. 

“When I said I’ve never heard of you before,” he confesses. “I lied to you.” He then reaches down to rub your clit, emitting a loud sob from you and causing your pussy to tighten around him. “I’ve been wantin’ to fuck this pretty pussy for so long,” he groans. “I’ve watched you so many times, wishing I could have you all to myself.” 

Your eyes widen at his confession. He’s watched you? He’s a fan of you? The fact of this makes your pussy clench around him. “Fuck, baby!” he breathlessly swears. “That turn you on? You like the fact that I’ve watched you play with this pussy on camera?” He fucks you a little harder, a little rougher, than before, gripping your hair, giving you a taste of what you’ve been dreaming of. 

“Yes!” you shout, having lost your mind. “Yes, I love it! Please fuck me harder, Daddy! Make me cum for you!”

And he does just that. He wastes no time pulling you back with his hips and thrusting his hips roughly into you until he is railing you into the mattress. His speed is quicker than before, his grip on your hips hard and possessive. “Like that?” he asks. “Like that, little slut?” 

You vigorously nod your head. “Don’t stop,” you whimper. “Please don't stop!”

His hand then roughly shoots out to bend you over, planting your face into the pillow. As he roughly fucks you from behind, all you can do is moan, scream, and sob into the pillow as his cock mercilessly turns your poor pussy into mush. He is almost feral in the way he fucks you into the mattress, grappling at your tits that bounce every time he thrusts his hips forward and smacks at the meat of your thighs. 

Quickly, you feel your second orgasm dawning over you, about to spill over you and Katsuki’s cock plunged deep inside of you. “You wanna cum, baby?” he asks. “You wanna cum for Daddy?”

You pitifully whine in response, unable to speak with his hand grasping your throat and his dick stroking your insides. His cock turns your pussy into wet, gummy mush as it glides against your G-spot and his pelvis nudges against your sensitive clit. It’s all too much. You’re going dizzy from the pleasure. You’re seeing stars. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. 

Katsuki leans down to whisper something in your ear, yanking your hair to pull you back up from the pillow that is now stained in your makeup. “You wanna cum?” he teasingly asks. “You wanna cum on Daddy Dynamight’s cock?” He squeezes his hand around your throat a little more, constricting your breath. 

You wordlessly nod, sobs of pleasure escaping you as your pussy tightens around his cock again. You can tell this orgasm is going to be a big, exhausting one. “Make me cum!” you beg, gripping his shoulders tighter. “Please make me cum, Daddy Dynamight!” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He plunges his cock into you at a breakneck pace as he turns your face to his, his mouth latched onto yours, your tongues swishing together. 

He pulls away with a groan and stares down at you, his gorgeous face contorted in pleasure. 

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he demands in your ear, using your real name. “Cum on this dick. Do it for me, baby girl.” 

With a loud, long moan of his pornstar name, you do so, sparks of pleasure exploding in your body. You gush all over his cock, your pussy flexing and clenching around him as your orgasm floods your senses. You’ve never cum with anyone so hard before. It triggers his own orgasm almost instantly. He immediately pulls himself out of you, moaning as he does so. "Turn around,” he demands. “Turn the fuck around and show me that tongue.” 

You do as he says, knowing what’s coming next. One of your hard limits and things to avoid was a creampie. Though you’re on birth control, it’s still extremely risky, so you told him you like facials better. You obediently sit on your knees before him, watching him eagerly fuck his fist in your face, his beautiful, wet cock ready to burst for you. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he growls. “So sexy…I’m gonna cum all over you.” 

You stick your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. ‘I want it,’ you wordlessly say. ‘Cum for me.’ He stills his hips and his body tenses as his cock spurts rope after rope of hot cum onto your face and tits. “Fuck!” he bellows, his raspy voice echoing against the bedroom walls. 

You weakly whine as you feel each spurt of cum splash onto your cheeks, mouth, and tits. It makes you feel used, and you love it. 

Finally, Katsuki takes a breath and releases his now-soft cock dripping in cum. He stares down at you with a crooked smirk. “How was that for help?” he chuckles. 

“And cut!” Jirou yells. “That’s a wrap!”

You blink confusedly, wondering what she means and how she got here. From the sidelines, Mina cheers for you while Kiri gives you a thumbs-up and a grin. When you look around at the cameras and crew, you remember in your fucked-out, dazed mind that you’re working. You just shot your first porn scene with Dynamight. Suddenly, the nervousness you felt when the scene started comes back. 

“Great job, guys!” Jirou praises you as Deku walks over with some water bottles and baby wipes. “You did a fantastic job. You two really work well together.” She smiles proudly at you and Katsuki before her face quickly turns into a glare directed at Deku. “Where are there robes, Deku?” 

Deku's face grows red hot. “I-I forgot!” he stutters. “I’ll go get them right now!” He passes you a pack of wipes and the water, all jittery and jumpy. “Sorry about that, Y/N,” he apologizes. “And you did a really good job, by the way.” Katsuki and Jirou each give the intern a glare before he skitters off to fetch the robes, Jirou following behind him to make sure he listens. 

Katsuki, still naked and shimmering in sweat, leans back onto his hands to look down at you. “That was a great take,” he sighs. “How’d it feel for you?”

You begin to slowly clean yourself up with the wipes that are lavender-scented. “It was,” you agree. “And pretty good. The cameras went away once we…” You pause, growing hot despite what you two just did. 

Katsuki chuckles at your embarrassment. “Fucked?” he finishes, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re pretty good at it, y’know. I think you’re gonna go far in this industry.” His compliment makes you smile. Suddenly, he becomes nervous and adverts his eyes from yours as he cracks open a bottle of water. “So you got anything to eat?” 

You blink at him, confused at what he’s asking. “Uh…I didn’t pack a lunch,” you reply. “I figured I’d go get something after cleaning up.”

He looks at you once before quickly looking away, his cheeks pink. “Well, when you’re done showering and whatever, we could grab something…together…if you want.” He gnaws on his lower lip that you just kissed and licked at, not at all coming off as the cocky, confident man he was earlier. 

The sudden change in persona nearly gives you whiplash. And then you begin to giggle. Dynamight isn’t at all nervous to fuck on camera, but he’s nervous to ask a girl out for lunch? You decide right then that you’re definitely going to enjoy working with him in the future. “I’d love to, Katsuki,” you reply, making a point to use his real name. 

He smiles sweetly at you then and once again, the cameras, lights, and crew fade away. 

THE END.

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Belong (04) | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi; summer romance; “long” distance relationship; parallel timelines; angst, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, family drama, mention of sport injury; dreams & moving away; implied depression; basketball and acting talk; 2014 and 2022 Yoongi; shy and nonchalant cocky whipped Yoongi; sexual content (kissing, penetrative sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 16.9k

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Status: Complete

Series summary: Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you’re reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you’re left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it’s just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around.

Listen to: Happiest Year by Jaymes Young; Love Won’t Let Me Leave by Seafret || Playlist 🎶

Present day 

The sunlight in Paris is different from the one you’re used to back in Seoul. Maybe it has much to do with the mid-rise buildings that allow you a peek into the streets that are prettier from afar, or the intricate apartment exteriors surrounding your own, or the fact that the Eiffel Tower stands some kilometers from you and somehow that makes everything a little more magical and romantic. Perhaps it’s all of those, and the fact that after one month in, you’ve somehow found your place in the city. 

Everything went by so fast during your last week at home. After leaving Daegu, you spent days trying to fit 7 months’ worth of your belongings in a couple of bags, attended last-minute meetings and quick events, and spent as much time as you could with Taehyung and Jin who were surprised to learn that they didn’t need to comfort you as much as they expected. 

Saying goodbye to Yoongi this time felt different. While the early emotions of disappointment and sadness were just as overwhelming, they were quick to transition into acceptance that accompanied a kind of joy you could only get from feeling a certain type of love more than once. 

What you felt for him was transformative in a kind of way, leaving with you the thought that you’re able to love something and someone more than your dreams, and what he made you feel seemed like the same - contrary to what the younger version of you thought, Yoongi letting you go showed the sacrificing kind of love that allowed you to pursue something beyond what you could have ever imagined. 

You’re in Paris, about to film the most anticipated series of the year, and he put you over the dreams he had for the both of you. You knew he’d never ask you to stay even if you wanted to hear the words for the sake of it, just so you’d know that a part of him wanted nothing more than to be together, even if he’d cast that as selfish on his part. And even then, you wouldn’t fault him for it. If it were the other way around, you’d have let him go, too.

Maybe in 10 years or in another lifetime, you think to yourself. After everything, there’s not a bone in you that believes that you and Yoongi aren’t meant to be together in some way. The hopefulness is comforting more than anything. It reminds you that somewhere in the world, there’s at least one more person who believes in what you could do, and that there’s one man out there who loved you enough to put you above himself. 

“You picked up breakfast?” You hear Jimin groan from inside, breaking through your thoughts. “___, stop doing my job.”

You laugh at his frowning face as he sits next to you on the balcony with his own piece of danish and cup of coffee. He sleepily munches on his pastry then slowly smiles as he takes in the scenery. Even he will never truly get used to this.

“Paris is beautiful,” he hums. “It’s got its city flaws but it's still charming. Thanks for taking me.”

“I had to,” you chuckle. “Filming hasn’t even started but everything’s already hectic. I don’t think I’d get anything done nor figured out without you. Plus, who’ll be there to remind me that it’s normal to accept a breakup but still be sad about it every once in a while?”

Jimin turns to you with a proud look on his face. It has been busy. Between your 4 times-a-week French and ballet classes, table readings, meet ups with the crew and actors, and occasional meetings with Hoseok over some photoshoots, your days are packed and that means his days are, too. But they’re enough to keep you preoccupied, he thinks, as you don’t talk about the breakup all that much, nor do you cry about it. 

You’d mentioned it in passing only a handful of times since you both arrived, including today. Sometimes though, you’d have a moment of remembering, zoning out for a bit and then smiling faintly. Jimin thinks it’s your way of moving on - with a thankful heart this time; hopeful, too, sometimes, but still happy. There seems to be understanding, and maybe that has to do with what’s ahead of you. You’ve talked about how big a deal this series is; sometimes you still can’t really believe it.

As your personal assistant and your friend, he’s proud of you for landing this role. He’s sat in your lessons, and he can see just how much you want it. He knows you’re gonna do so well once filming starts. But he’s also proud of you for how you’ve been handling the heartbreak, and he’s glad you don’t have to be alone even if you’re on the other side of the world.

“I’d still remind you even if it was on the phone,” he tells you. “Also, I’m serious. Stop doing my job.”

“I just picked it up downstairs, it’s not a big deal,” you laugh, given that the apartment-hotel you’re staying in offers free daily breakfast. “I got them after my morning run at the park. My instructor says I need to keep being active, especially once the ballet lessons end.”

“Hmm, true. At least you’re getting some actual exercise. My only physical activity here is running around the streets to pick up your clothes and our food.”

“There’s a designated car for us,” you remind him. “I told you to call the driver when you have things to do.”

“The car’s for you even if you don’t like using it.”

“Only because I prefer walking around,” you say. “I feel like I’m more part of the city that way.”

Jimin agrees, recalling that you always enjoyed walking but couldn’t do much of it once you started getting more known. He’s noticed how doing that here makes you feel a bit more free, like it’s time you use to further immerse yourself in the culture as part of preparing for the role but also as a means for you to find joy in the little things, too, like smelling the scent of freshly-baked pastries when you pass by cafes and stopping by flower shops just to see the different colors.

“It’s a nice place to be,” he wonders out loud, “especially when you’re trying to heal.”

“That’s gonna take more than just Paris and a couple of months in another country,” you admit. “I know you worry about me and Tae asks you to update him. It hurts but I’m okay, but that also doesn’t mean I no longer live with what I lost. Ironic, isn’t it? I lose him a second time but I’m coping much better: somehow a bigger part of me is missing even if I feel whole.”

“It comes with growth and maturity, I guess,” Jimin comforts. “How you move on doesn’t change how much it matters to you.”

You smile at the man next to you, the one who’s made the entire move a breeze and who’s made you laugh and feel calm and confident like he always does, and he smiles back, reminding you of the people who are always there to lift you up when you need them. Taehyung and Jin have been group calling with you, and their unique ways of making you smile have definitely helped.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning on his shoulder.

“You’re always welcome,” he whispers back. 

Your phone ringing disrupts your moment, as your face lights up to see your mom calling you. You pick up the phone and chat a bit. She’s been quite busy preparing for a show that she’s directing, but she’s made time to see you a few times a week, whether it’s breakfast before your class or dinner at a classic French restaurant. She’s taken you and Jimin to some towns, wanting to make sure that she gets to spend as much time with you as possible, and you can’t be any more thankful, especially when she invites you for these mother-daughter things that you missed out on growing up.

She’s meeting the ballet company’s board of directors and going on a date in the coming days and she wants to buy new clothes for them, so she’s asking you to join her. It’s your free day, after all.

You quickly get ready and let Jimin have his free day then you meet your mom at a jewelry store because she wants accessories to be her starting point for her outfits. 

You watch her look around and speak French like a true local, and that wouldn’t be a lie. She’s lived here a long time and she displays the city’s charm - classic, chic, sophisticated, and as your mom, she’s comfortable and cozy. Being apart somehow made you both closer, and every time you’re with her, you’re thankful that you didn’t end up resenting her like your sisters did. Sometimes love can be more felt when there’s distance, and she never failed to show you that throughout all the years she’s been away. 

The thought makes you a little sad at how that kind of love wasn’t meant for you and Yoongi. That was the one that could only be fully expressed when you were together, but your respective dreams always pulled you apart; forcing it would just make things hurt more. 

Your mom takes your hand, disrupting your thoughts. You like how natural the act feels, and you grip it in return and let her lead the way. 

“Darling, they have really nice bracelet pendants here,” she says. “I’m thinking of getting you one to remind you of Paris. What do you say? Let me spoil my baby girl.”

You smile and nod, excitement coursing through you and you both look around. The chains are nice and simple and you choose the most delicate-looking one. Your mom points to ballet shoes as a pendant and you immediately agree. 

“There’s a daisy,” she gasps, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the white flower on display. The attendant attaches it to the chain. “Remember when this used to grow in our backyard? They were always so lovely even if they looked so plain.”

“I remember,” you smile. “A lot of our photos had us wearing them on our ears. We looked really pretty.”

“We were,” she smiles back. “I have some of them with me.”

“Really? You took those with you?”

“Of course, darling. Those flowers always made you happy,” she says.

“It reminds me of you,” you admit. “I feel like it’s our thing, you know? Like a secret between us.”

“I feel that, too. I always have fresh ones at home. That’s how I keep you close.”

“Oh, mom,” you pout, tears suddenly streaming down your face. 

She hugs you tightly, and you don’t realize just how badly you need this. You don’t really know what else to say, but the thought that you both place that much importance on the same flower is reassuring. She never, ever forgot about you, and even if she went away, that doesn’t mean she didn’t miss you everyday. She’d say it all the time but now you see it; you feel it even more. 

“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” she hums as she holds you in her arms. “I thought about you everyday.”

“Me, too,” you say, looking up at her with your tear-stained cheeks that she dries. “I kept thinking that one day, I’m gonna be like you and I’m gonna work hard for my dreams, too. Seeing you achieve all that you wanted pushed me even more,” you add; that one time she sent you here to watch her first directed performance made you cry, too. It was an experience you’ll never forget. 

“And look at you now,” she smiles proudly. “My friends keep sending me articles about you, which are all praises for your amazing skills. And this new show is just gonna elevate your status even more. Korean journalists based here are hyping it up, too.”

You get a little shy at her words but they’ve always meant a lot. You grew up with her encouragement guiding and pushing you and having to hear them in person and as often is truly special. 

“But I know you had to give things up as well,” she adds. “The only way they become worth it is to work harder, so that they would have been for something. The heartache doesn’t go away but it becomes better, I promise.” 

“It does,” you reply. It just hurts some days more than others.

“But thank you, mom. I’m glad you could see me in action, too.”

“Remind me to stop myself from crying while you film, okay?” She laughs. “I can’t wait to be there for you.”

You smile back and wear the bracelet she buys, which looks stunning on you. It’s simple but elegant like how you want. 

You look back at all your premieres though and wonder out loud. “Mom, I know you’d send me tulips every time I had a new show or movie but did you ever send me daisies?”

“No, darling,” she replies. “Always just the tulips. Secret admirer?”

“I guess,” you shrug. “They never signed it, but no one else knows I like daisies. Unless, maybe they know we had it in our backyard.”

“Could be your father,” she smiles. “You know he was never good with words.”

“Hmm,” you nod, finding comfort in the thought.

You think even after all that’s happened with your family, you’re lucky your parents love you even if they show it differently. 

You eat at a restaurant for lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon searching for outfits in boutique shops. Your mom spoils you again and buys you a gorgeous pair of shoes before buying some pizza and bringing it back to your apartment for dinner. You end the day with her and Jimin gossiping over cheese and wine, and you fall asleep that night with the bracelet close to your heart, thinking that maybe, this would help heal your heart, too.

Jung Hoseok is a lot of things - a committed professional, a reliable friend, and a caring manager. Other than finding ways to comfort you during that last week before leaving despite your respective busy schedules, he’d made sure that you and Jimin didn’t have anything to worry about when you arrived here, and that included getting you the comfortable apartment of your dreams.

“___, it’s as lovely as you said,” he chirps as he enters the common space right off the main entrance, past the French doors. It’s been a few weeks since filming started and he’s finally able to visit you. He looks around at the intricate molding, at the chic interior, and the stunning view from the balcony. “It’s charming like you. It totally fits.”

“Well, thank you for giving me great options,” you smile. “Living in a hotel would’ve been too suffocating. Ha-neul says that much. He says he wishes his manager suggested living somewhere like this.”

“Ah, well, he could always change agencies,” Hoseok laughs. “But everything’s good? Everyone’s nice and treating you well? Getting along with your co-actors? Lessons are bearable? Directors aren’t working you too hard?”

You look at your manager with affection before you answer. “Yes to everything. The past weeks have been great. Jimin and I have all that we need. The directors and crew are all helpful. The lessons aren’t too hard. And other than my co-actors being incredibly handsome, they’re also really nice. I hang out with Ha-neul and Pablo sometimes and the cast has meals together after filming, too. Everything’s going well, Hoseok. We haven’t done the challenging scenes yet but I think I’m ready for them. Thank you.”

“Ah, that’s good,” he sighs in relief, hugging you tightly. “Jimin said you’ve been doing great but I wanted to come here and see for myself. I don’t want this amazing project to be tainted by bad behind-the-scenes experiences for you. And you know, I wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

The sad look he gives you lets you know what he means, and somehow you think that’s what he was more worried about. You let yourself cry to him after arriving from Daegu that last week, not wanting to hide anything, and he’s been quite worried ever since. But you assure him that you’re taking things much better this time, and that you’re choosing to not let the heartbreak be in vain by making sure you give your all to this project. 

“So, for how long are you here?” You ask, as Jimin arrives and starts unpacking the groceries he’s bought.

“A week,” Hoseok replies. “I’ll watch your filming and photoshoot and then take another week off to go to Belgium with my friends. But I had to come here a day earlier so I could give you this.”

He hands you a Tiffany & Co. box. Inside it is their limited edition rose gold diamond necklace that you’d been eyeing. 

“They wanted you to have it before the article drops tomorrow,” he adds, given that you’d worn the brand for your interview about the series, which included you modeling their classic jewelry. “They want you to endorse their upcoming line. I’ve got the contract details.”

“Oh my god,” you squeal, immediately wearing the piece. “This is stunning. And so you mean they want to officially work with me?”

“Yeah,” the man smiles. “Not just during interviews this time. They’ve been seeing your social media posts and are liking the elegant look you’ve been sporting. And with the upcoming series, they want to snatch you before anyone else does.”

“I’m partly to thank for those photos,” Jimin claims with a proud grin. “I tell her to pose and I happen to be an amazing photographer, too.”

“You are and yes, thank you,” you hum, thinking that you should already give him the bracelet you planned to surprise him with. 

The 3 of you head out for lunch and then tour Hoseok around, finding yourselves in a quaint cafe before heading back home. You ready yourself for dinner at a restaurant with Pablo, one of your male leads who acts as your boyfriend in the show. 

As a French-Korean, he grew up in Lyon but has always been in touch with his Korean roots, making him a good choice for the role. You’ve been spending time together to get to know each other, something you both decided on to prepare for filming that you continue to do, given the number of times you’ll be kissing and cuddling in the series. You’re not used to that kind of intimacy on-screen, and you want to be as comfortable as possible.

He asked to meet you at a cozy Italian restaurant. You walk through the doors and see him right away.

“Hey,” he greets as you arrive, kissing both your cheeks and pulling your chair out. “How has your day been?”

“All good,” you say. “My manager came today so Jimin and I took him around. We ate at this amazing Korean restaurant and I felt like I was in heaven.”

“Ah. Food always makes everything better,” he chirps. 

You both talk about the places you've eaten at these past days. He talks about his weekend visit at his parents’ and you share being excited for your mom’s show a few months away. You haven’t really opened up to him about your family, but you did say that you’ve been away from her since you were a teenager.

The conversation flows easily. Aside from Jin who’s known you a while, you don’t recall instantly connecting with a male co-star this quickly. Pablo is charming and sweet, well-traveled and interested in many things; conversations are never dull because there’s always something new you learn from him. He has a tall build and a dimpled smile. You already know viewers will tune in to watch him.

You end up talking about his ex-girlfriend, whom he says has launched her own perfume line and he’d seen it somewhere online. It tainted his otherwise good week, saying that the memories still sting because of how it ended. It’s been a year but he hasn’t really moved on.

“We said things we didn’t mean that last night,” he recalls. “You say things out of anger and then you just become too proud to take them back.”

“Is that why things ended, then? Because of what was said?”

“It’s why things ended badly,” he sighs. “We were bound to break up, I guess, even if neither of us saw it coming.”

“Why?”

“We were together for 5 years; lived together for 4. She inherited her dad’s company and I got my big acting break midway through but it still worked out after that. We barely even fought but…” he trails. “Sometimes your job just takes so much out of you. We started demanding more from each other even if neither of us could give as much. I think we were just desperate to return to how things were before but we just…”

“Changed,” you finish. “You’ve become different people already. It’s hard to get something back when you’re no longer the same as you were before.”

“Yeah, and somehow I guess the love changes because of that even if you deny that it has. It becomes easier to blame it on work or the other person.”

“And you tried, right?” You ask. “You tried to keep the love going once it became hard?”

“We did,” he nods. “We’d fight or spend days not being together without realizing but then we’d make up. I guess that was trying.”

“It was,” you assure. “Love is in the trying, you know?”

The thought is meant to comfort yourself somehow, as the conversation reminds you of your own relationship and how that didn’t work out both times. You didn’t have the luxury that Pablo and his girlfriend did. You and Yoongi lived apart from each other and had to make sacrifices to make things work and it did, at least for those 2 years the first time and then these recent months. The final sacrifice would be your love, and it almost felt like everything you gave up before just didn’t amount to anything if it meant losing him at the end. 

But just like the man in front of you, you and Yoongi changed, too. You refuse to believe that the love changed as well; if anything, perhaps it just got stronger. Love doesn’t always mean you get to live and share it together, though. Sometimes, you live without the person you love, and you just have to be brave enough to face the memories so you could look back at them with joy. That’s what made it different this time, you think. Once you walked out that door, you knew you had to get over your pain so that the love wouldn’t hurt you even more. 

“I guess,” Pablo sighs. “But sometimes, it’s in the trying that you break apart.”

The sadness in his eyes is unmistakable. You don’t doubt that at one point, he and girlfriend really loved each other and tried, but maybe at some point, the sacrifices stopped being enough. 

There are moments when you allow yourself to wonder how differently things might’ve been with Yoongi if you walked out that door the first time but came back. What if when you left the second time, you called again to say that you don’t want to lose him? What if you’d given your letter personally and that changed his mind? What if some time in those 6 years apart, he went to Seoul to see you? What if he tried to reach out? 

You mirror Pablo’s eyes and say that the universe works oddly sometimes, but it often gets things right. And as he excuses himself for a call and you check social media to pass the time, you see the news and think that maybe, things really did happen as they should’ve. 

Min Yoongi, the first in school and league history to win a championship as both player and coach. 

You read the headline multiple times and can’t help the tears as they form. If losing each other both times meant that you’d achieve your dream and he’d heal from his broken one and find something new and reach it as well, then everything would’ve been worth it. 

Love is in the letting go, too, after all.

Mr. Min turns his son towards him and fixes the younger man’s coat. It’s wrinkled a bit from Yoongi constantly moving and removing it, unsure if he looks better with or without it.

“Will you stop walking and fidgeting about? Your interview starts soon. I didn’t get you this coat for you to not wear it.”

Yoongi groans at his dad but smiles inside. Though he may not express it, he’s incredibly thankful for his old man’s presence the past few months, especially after you left. 

He’d insisted for his son to focus on the games but would leave the shop open because he knows that Yoongi finds comfort inside. His dad would make his favorite food and watch all the games and make helpful comments  and send chicken and beer to his coaching staff during late nights as they go over strategies and game play. 

His dad has also only mentioned you once.

After finding out in the news that you were off to France for a 7-month project, the older man had asked if he was still with you. 

“No,” Yoongi had said, trying to sound confident in his words. “I had to let her go again, dad. I couldn’t follow and I couldn’t have her heart stuck here when she should be focusing on her career there. It wouldn’t have worked out.”

The elder had only sighed then, opting not to talk about you again. Yoongi was focused on winning the championship, and with him chasing history, perhaps he was also trying to make it work for him, to make letting you go bearable or worth it, at least. Basketball was still the dream and even if it’s in a different form, it still meant losing you. 

“Are you nervous?” The old man asks now. 

“Of course I’m nervous, dad. I don’t like cameras nor answering questions,” Yoongi groans. “I’m just trying to get over this period of interviews and stuff.”

“Well, your making history made the national news,” his dad smiles proudly. “Who knows? This could open the door for more opportunities beyond this town.”

“But I like it here,” Yoongi hums, eyes focused on the floor. “Everything‘s familiar and comfortable. The team looks up to me. The shop’s here, you’re here. Sure, it reminds me of what I couldn’t achieve but now it’s a place where I achieved something else. The sorrow and the joy can coexist. It does for me. Here.”

“You sound like me. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing,” his dad hums. 

It’s what gets Yoongi to laugh, which is enough to ease his nerves as he’s called on the set for an interview with the local news. 

His dad stays by his side as he does another interview with the regional channel the next day, and then 2 more with Seoul-based anchors. His view and analysis of the game is what gets him online show interviews as well. They’re more casual and so he’s more candid, and before he knows it, it’s been a month of all this with celebrations in between. 

The laughter and cheers are deafening during the grand team party that includes his former teammates, with Jungkook and Namjoon insisting on giving speeches for their captain who has put their school on the map beyond just being the youngest MVP and winning championships a decade ago. He’s never felt this celebrated in so long, and he’s finding the buzz and energy from this is different but still inspiring, motivating, worth it. 

But later in the night, he reads your letter, as he’s done a few times before. It used to push him even more, to remind him of what he had to give up and so he needs to make sure he gets to where he needs to be, so that letting you go would’ve meant more than just losing the best thing in his life.

This time, he reads it like his own whispered, untold love letter, wanting to say that he’s achieved what he thought was his dream, that he’s happiest with you, that your heart is his home, too.

Yoongi’s phone beeps and sees the photos from earlier in their group chat. His smile is genuine; he won’t deny that. These past weeks have been overwhelming but appreciated. His players didn’t skimp on sweet and affectionate words for him. His dad has been telling everyone who enters the shop that he’s made history. Some coaches in the basketball circle have reached out to congratulate him. 

The joy is there, he thinks. He just doesn’t know how to sustain it. 

The door to the antique shop opens and Yoongi looks up at his dad’s frustrated look.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you busy?” The old man sighs.

It’s true. Even with the season having finished, Yoongi’s job isn’t. There are meetings to attend about fund support and improving the university’s overall sports and mentorship programs. Daegu’s developmental team had asked him to be part of the coaching staff in time for the upcoming draft,  a stint that he’s looking forward to doing. There’s even that charity ball game for a children’s hospital where professional players will be suiting up for their college teams; Yoongi had been asked to join, too.

But there’s still comfort in this place, and he’ll always keep coming back to it, even if his dad is gonna be on his ass about it.

“Just wanted to see if there’s anything you need before the delivery this afternoon,” he tells his old man. “I have time before I head to the school.”

“Ah, well you can read this, then,” his dad says, handing him a magazine with the page open to an interview. Your interview. “I saw it at the store and bought it. I thought I should make you read it.”

“Why?”

“Just read it.”

Yoongi glances at your photos on the page then looks at his dad. “I already did. Right when it came out a month ago,” he admits, remembering how beautiful he thought you looked, how elegant and free. How happy.

“Okay, then why are you still here?”

“What do you mean? Where else would I be?”

“Where do you think?”

“Dad, you’re not making sense. What does her interview have anything to do with me? She’s happy there, living her dream as she’s meant to,” Yoongi responds, confused as to what he’s on about.

“But she talks of missing something, of searching for something that she once had in people and things and not feeling what she felt before,” his dad says. “She’s talking about the love she lost and that she wishes she still had.”

“That is definitely not what she said,” Yoongi scowls. “Whatever she’s missing could be anything.”

“It could be you.”

Yoongi doesn’t respond. His old man could be right, but he doesn’t want to hang onto hope. He may read your letter and feel that way but it was written months ago. Who knows what you’re feeling now? Who’s to say that whatever you’re missing is a person or a place? Maybe it’s a new dream.

“Son, did you ever ask her to stay?” His dad asks after a long beat of silence.

He feels the frustration as he answers. “No. I don’t want to be like you.”

“But you will, because you’re not with her where you’re supposed to be.” 

“That’s different. She’s different. Mother stopped wanting her life with us; ___ has always wanted this. She was never meant for this place.”

His dad sighs as he walks closer, wanting to get to his son about all the things he’s held back.

“You know what I regret more than asking your mother to stay?” He asks, earning a mere hum from his son. “Not going with her, not following her. And I suffer for that mistake everyday, so do you and your brother,” he sighs. “You love ___. You never stopped, and she clearly loves you. But letting her go isn’t the compromise you think it is, because both of you lose every time you let her walk away.”

“It’s not that simple,” Yoongi counters. “I can’t ever ask her to stay, because that dream? That kept her going. My dream kept me going, too, until it all fell apart. But I’d never ask her to give that up the same way I wouldn’t want her to ask me to give anything up. There are things you can only do for yourself or achieve for yourself. Those always mean a lot.”

“It does but dreams change, or we can achieve them and think it still isn’t enough,” his dad says. “The first time you let her go it was because you chose to carry your pain on your own; you were mourning a lost dream and no one can blame you for that. But what is it this time? Coaching? Wanting to take care of me? The simple life in this town? Are those really what you want? Are those the new dreams you have after the first one slipped away? Are those what’s making you happy? Well that’s bullshit,” he exclaims. “Because I can assure you that the past few years that you’ve had all those, you haven’t been happy; and you sure as hell don’t look it right now.”

Yoongi stares at the man in front of him, someone he’ll probably look like in 2 decades or so. He’s always looked up to him, even when he hit rock bottom and couldn’t pull himself out. His dad was mourning a lost dream, too, that dream of a life here with his family that wasn’t enough to keep the love of his life around. But his old man found other things to live for and to be happy about, and keeping this shop alive is something he can claim for himself. But this joy is different; it’s missing something; he's missing something. And Yoongi doesn’t want to feel that for the rest of his life. 

“The small city dream is a lie,” his dad adds. “All I had was cowardice because I wasn’t brave enough to love your mother, and I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to give her the life she wanted, so I convinced her to try to live it with mine here. Don’t be like me. Be brave. Whatever it is you’re afraid of, let it go, because I promise you, life is too short for you to let slip away the person you love most a second time around.”

He can feel the emotions in the old man’s words. He’d talked about the pain of being left behind and not being enough, but he’d never admitted that he was a coward, scared to not be enough for the woman he loved, even if he’d given everything to her. This was his dad’s comfort zone, a town he knew he would always find himself a place for when things start getting too much. 

Maybe it’s something Yoongi took from him - Daegu would always be where his dreams started, and even if it’s also where it ended, he knew it was a place that would always want him. He wasn’t sure if you or Seoul or Paris would.

“I love you, son, but I don’t need you here,” his dad continues. “Whatever’s in this town would move on without you. So strip yourself of all the fears and insecurities and ask yourself. How many more times are you gonna let her go? And how many more times are you gonna regret it?”

The charity ball game is more fun than Yoongi imagined. It’s a different feeling being able to share the court with Jungkook and Namjoon and the other guys after so long. Seungkwan and Soon-young are still rascals but they’re such beasts once they’re focused. One of the players Yoongi coached and got drafted last year is here, too. Playing with him is a privilege that the younger man expressed.

He’s not exactly sure why he’s here. It’s all professional players he’s with and a few others from the developmental team, but the coaches insisted they wanted to honor him. The court misses him, too, they’d said, and it would be nice to see him play again just like their team’s golden era when he was still the captain.

It doesn’t give Yoongi that heartache as it did before. There was a time when he couldn’t be around his peers; the jealousy was too much, and Yoongi was filled with guilt that he hated himself for. There was a time when he couldn’t stand being on the court, too, scared to fall and hurt himself again and feel what it was like having everything he worked hard for slip away.

But it’s different this time, he thinks, as he’s somehow found his place in the world of this sport. Playing is more nostalgic, but he thinks that after his 10-point first half, he might have to play again just for fun, beyond the shoot around with the players or his fellow coaches.

“You truly belong out there,” says the coach, his coach, the one who’d led their team to championships before. “You’re such a joy to watch, Yoongi, and to coach. I’ve never had a captain as great as you.”

The compliment means more than the old man would know. This is a legend himself, coaching the Anyang KGC who are currently on top of the professional league standings. This is someone who’s always believed in him, pushed him to do and be more for his teammates and for himself. He owes much of what he achieved to the person sitting next to him. 

“You taught me a lot,” Yoongi responds. “I thought I’d be playing this sport for more years than I did but things don’t happen the way we want sometimes and that’s okay. My opportunity’s passed and it’s something I’ve accepted.”

His coach nods in agreement, knowing there’s truth to those words. Basketball here is gaining popularity with more players than there are teams that could take them; young and healthy ones are the priority. 

“I still think this sport needs you, though. In fact, not being a player gives you more opportunities,” his coach says encouragingly. “You can do anything. I’m looking forward to seeing what else that is.”

Yoongi feels a sense of calm at the exchange. The game continues but the moment is one his coach thought good enough to take to assure him like all the times he had done before. 

Yoongi takes the floor in the third quarter, calling plays and making jump shots as if he never stopped doing it. Even with limited minutes, he’s able to contribute greatly. Just being on the court again is enough, and when the game ends with their win and he’s celebrating with his team over barbecue and beer, he feels like it’s closure to the dream he once had.

Opting to go for a drive before going home, he stops by the playground he always went to. It’s dim with just the streetlights on, and it gives him a better view of what was once the only world he knew.

Sometimes, dreams change. Or they could take a different form. It could be that the value is in the dreaming, even if it won’t ever be achieved. One could realize they didn’t want it as much. It’s possible to pause it, too, that it’s something one can’t work towards right now but they will, after life settles down. Maybe a person can have more than one big dream; maybe as people get older, they realize they just want small, gentle ones. 

Maybe it’s all this, Yoongi thinks, as he sits on the bench right by the basketball court. Things flash before his eyes - a 10-year old boy realizing he loved the sport, high school days playing pick-up games, weekends during college when he had time to spare to shoot around with his teammates. 

But it’s not the cheers he hears nor the dribble of the ball. 

It’s your laughter. And his. 

It’s your whines that you can’t shoot. And his step-by-step instructions on how to do it.

It’s your squeal when you finally make it. And his chuckles when you claim that you can now beat him one-on-one.

It’s your tired sigh and requests for a good meal when you get to his place. And his tender voice asking you what you want, hand-in-hand as you walk back to his car.

Dreams change, Yoongi thinks. Or they can be in a different form. But after all these years, he realizes that the one thing that hasn’t changed is you.

The park that’s 2 blocks from your apartment is perhaps one of your favorite places in your neighborhood. It helps you escape the sometimes stuffy city and gives you the space to breathe. There’s a sufficient amount of benches and an elegant structure in the middle. People are on picnics and kids are playing around, and the mix of laughter and chatter is a relief from all the buzz of filming that you do everyday. 

It’s been over 4 months since you’ve been here. You’re over halfway through filming the entire series, with some scenes to be done back in Seoul, but you’ve found comfort here despite the exhaustion. It’s a different environment than what you’re used to and you’ve taken it as a challenge to grow as an actor. 

It adds to the excitement of what else you could and would do after, and it’s the only thought you could hold onto so that you don’t have to think of what you left behind to be here. 

Sometimes you wish that you’d wanted something else. Something simpler, perhaps - one that doesn’t demand too much of your time and emotions, or that doesn’t require you to travel too far or give things up, or one that would allow you to be around people you love. 

But as you were going through your shots during filming earlier, you were reminded of just how much this means to you, that all the time you’d dedicated to working on your craft will always be worth it, and that even if it could be quite isolating sometimes, it still allows you to connect with people. It gives you experiences you’ll never forget, too.

You wait at the park for Jimin, who said he had to pick up your tickets for a cabaret show you’re watching with some of your co-actors this weekend. You both separated earlier after you got sucked into a vintage shop you found on the second floor of a bookstore, and you insisted on waiting for him so you could both buy ingredients for dinner. He’s been enjoying cooking here and you’ve loved hanging around the kitchen, too.

It’s been a while, though, and you’re wondering where he is, so you sit on your usual bench and give him a call.

“Jimin, where are you?”

“Hey!” He says, almost too forced. “I just got the tickets but it was a little tough since my translation app was being weird and all. Anyway, they’re doing a special performance for the 8PM show, so I thought to get that for us. Also, uh, are you at the park? At your usual spot?”

“Okay, that sounds good. And yes, I’m here. Where you said you’d be meeting me 10 minutes ago,” you groan. 

“I’m sorry! I told you, I had communication issues, and then—” 

“I can just meet you at the deli,” you interject. 

“No!” He yells. “I mean, you said you’d wait for me and I like our walks there.”

“Fine but where are you? You’ve bought the tickets and the dance hall isn’t too far from the park,” you sigh. 

“I’m just, uh… taking a while,” he stammers. “There’s traffic at the intersection.”

“You’re walking. How does that affect you?” You ask, as you hear shuffling around and the cars honking in the background.  

“Because there are cars?” 

You’re close to just getting up and walking to the deli on your own. At least you could chat it up with the lovely old man running it. You look around the park and appreciate the good weather. You wouldn’t mind staying around a bit more if you weren’t so tired.

“Jimin,” you start, grabbing your bag and readying to go.

“Look, I’ll, uh,” he continues, a bit of panic in his voice. “I’ll be there in—”

“Oh my god.”

You almost drop your phone as your eyes look out towards the entrance, feeling as if they’re playing tricks on you right now. Because you can’t possibly be seeing this.

“Oh my god,” you repeat, frozen as the vision comes closer.

“Oh my god? Is he… is he there?”

“Is he— wait, you know about this?” You ask, shocked, your eyes shifting away before returning to the man who’s slowly walking towards your direction.

“He was lost and didn’t know where to go,” Jimin says. 

He knows that you’re more surprised than anything, though, because he was surprised when he got a call from Taehyung this morning about someone flying over to Paris to see you, and then getting another call about being lost and not knowing where to go that isn’t your apartment because that might be too weird.

“I'm sorry for my language but get your ass off that bench and go to him,” Jimin demands at your silence, thinking you’re probably still shocked and processing what you’re seeing. “You won’t have to keep missing him anymore.”

You follow Jimin’s advice as you stand up and meet the man you didn’t think you’d see again. This soon, at least, and definitely not here after he let you go the second time. Walking closer, you see his face turn from worry to relief, as you unknowingly smile once it gets clearer and clearer that this is really him, and he really is here.

Your eyes scan him, wanting to see if there’s anything different. 

There’s nothing much; aside from his slightly shorter hair, he looks the same - gentle, a little shy, and definitely still handsome in his blue denim jacket.

“You’re… you’re here,” say softly, eyes not leaving his form. “You’re… you’re really here.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi chuckles. “I guess I'm not just a memory anymore?”

“That depends,” you say, smiling faintly, but him being a memory again after this is a thought you don’t want to dwell on yet. He could be here for a number of reasons, but he’s here regardless, and just the sight of him is warming your heart in so many ways. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I did something a few months ago that I regret and I want to make up for my mistakes. All of them,” he explains, briefly looking away before he gazes at you, tenderly, apologetically, lovingly. “And there’s this wise, stubborn old man who told me I should stop being a coward, and that I should stop letting go of the one person who makes me the happiest. So I flew a few thousand miles to get here so I could find her.”

You smile through the tears, blinking immediately so the man in front of you remains clear in your eyes. You’d allowed yourself the shortest of times for the wildest of dreams of having him next to you in this place, or anywhere really, and he’s finally here to tell you the words you only dreamed of hearing.

He reaches out his hand to cup your cheek and you fall into his touch like always. It’s soft like you remember, and it’s everything you need at this moment.

He walks even closer, coming face to face with you now as he caresses you, wanting nothing more than to just hold you in his arms and feel at peace like so many times before. 

“I’m here so I could live your dream with you,” he whispers. “And so I can live mine.” 

You cry even harder, feeling his words pierce through every part of you that’s been hurting and that’s resigned themselves to thinking that you’ll never be able to feel him again. He pulls you just as you fall into him, and flushed against his chest, you’re filled with the comfort and the love you’ve missed so much, the one you think you’ll always search for.

You used to just find them in your photos, in the first anniversary gift that he gave of all his unsaid thoughts, in the scarves and dresses he’s gotten you over the years, and in the sound of his voice that lives in your head and your heart. 

He’s right here, and even as the world seems to stop, he doesn’t, with his arms enveloping you and his scent embracing you. 

He hums as he tries to keep himself steady, mumbling against you. “I’m so sorry for everything,” he says. “I’m not letting you go again. And I don’t wanna keep loving you from afar. I wanna do it next to you.”

Yoongi doesn’t like making promises but this is one he’ll make for you. He wants to make sure you know it, and that you believe that he’s going to keep it. 

You turn to him at his words, everything else falling away as you kiss him. His soft lips move against yours, gently and carefully, as if he’s familiarizing himself again, or maybe savoring it more. You’re the one who deepens it, your hands moving towards his neck to pull him closer, and it’s your tongue that slides in his mouth, tasting him as he opens up for you. 

You’re set on making out with him in the middle of this park and you don’t care. Your last kiss didn’t suffice, and this is how you get to express the words you can’t say - those of apology and acceptance and gratitude and love. 

But he chuckles against you and pulls away, with an apology flashing in his eyes. 

“Jagi, we’re in public,” he shyly says, pecking your lips. 

You know he’s not embarrassed of you but he was never one for public displays of affection, even if the first time you made out was basically in front of his friends. You knew that would be a one-time thing. 

“We’re in France. Why not?” You dismiss, laughing as he looks a bit scandalized. “When else would we do this?”

“Well, we have time for all of it,” he smirks, pulling you even closer by your waist.

“When?”

“Everyday.”

Your heart beats too fast but you look at him teasingly. “Really? I didn’t think so with the size of your bag.”

You glance at his small rolling luggage next to him, thinking that the clothes inside would surely only last him a week. Or less.

“I was being safe,” he admits, his face falling a little. “I wasn’t sure if you were gonna take me back a second time around.”

“You’re where I’m happiest and your heart is my home,” you whisper, repeating your own words. “I will always take you back.”

“Considering that I’m kind of dumb and stupid for doing that twice, I should tell you that you shouldn’t be taking me back again,” he chuckles, “but I’m glad you are. And I… I won’t lose you again, jagi. I don’t want to feel that empty again.”

“Oh, baby,” you pout, kissing him again until you’re back to reality and realize that there are implications of his being here. “Wait. So you’re on leave from work?”

“I, uh… I actually quit the team,” he informs you. “I’m no longer coaching.”

“W-why?”

“Because I wanted to come here,” he says. “And I didn’t know if I was gonna be gone for a few days or a few months and I couldn’t leave them hanging. So I just resigned.”

“Well, they should’ve just given you a few months’ worth of leave,” you frown. “And then have you back to coach in time for training season.”

“Yeah, that’s… that’s kinda hard to do if I’ll be living in Seoul.”

“Se-Seoul?” You clarify. “You’re… you’re gonna live in Seoul? With me?”

“Ah, well,” he chuckles, suddenly a little embarrassed. He doesn’t want to dwell on the clear difference in financial capacity but it’s really the only reason why he’s not comfortable to suggest that. “I’m planning to get a place somewhere near your house.”

“Yah!” You smack his chest. “Why would you move all the way to Seoul and then not live with me? Unless…” you trail, looking anxious. “You think it’s too fast and you don’t want to.”

“Jagi-ya, of course I do,” he says, turning your chin back to face him. “I just don’t want to impose. I don’t know your agency’s policy about this and I’m also unemployed.”

“Baby, my personal life is none of my agency’s business,” you state. “And we’ve been apart for too long. I don’t wanna waste any more time. I… I want you to live with me. Please.”

“Okay,” he smiles. “But no rush to talk about it. We have a few more months in Paris. I did book at a hostel—”

“And I’m making Jimin cancel that. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” you say, pulling him close for another kiss. “Now, let’s go to our apartment so we can keep doing this.”

Yoongi chuckles and takes your hand, ecstatic that he gets to be in a foreign city with the woman he loves. It’s pretty romantic even if he can’t think of a more cliche way to declare his love for you than this. But it suits you, he thinks; you’re made for movies, after all. 

You lead him down a few blocks, pointing to cafes and shops you frequent. You call Jimin in between, instructing him to buy ingredients for a fancy dinner for 3. You make it to your building, cheerily introducing Yoongi to the doorman and receptionist, and then rushing to your floor so you could finally be alone with him. 

Opening the door, you smile at him. “Here’s home for the next few months.”

He looks around in awe, thinking that of all the times he imagined how your life here would be, he got this one right. It’s chic like you, with light wooden floors and pops of color to contrast the elegant design, as he spots the intricate details on the walls and built-ins. There’s sufficient light coming from the balcony and despite the minimal noise from outside, it’s relatively quiet. It's comforting being here, and all he can hope is that your time here has been everything you imagined it to be.

When he turns around and finds you leaning against the counter, watching him with a smile, he sees it - mornings having breakfast, evenings of home cooked meals and drinks, days and nights wrapping you in his arms because he doesn’t want to feel what it’s like without you ever again.

“What are you doing?” He smiles, taking the hand you’ve reached out and walking to you.

“Admiring the view.”

“Well, you’ll get to see it everyday.”

“I know,” you whisper against his lips. “And I can’t wait for that.”

He looks at you with tender eyes and you wish you could frame this, just so you have something to keep close to you every time things get hard. But knowing you’ll have this for more than just today is enough to let this moment pass. And perhaps talk about the more serious things.

“So how did you get here?” You ask nervously. “And well, what made you decide to come?”

“My dad knocked some sense into me,” he responds. “He said I haven’t looked happy in years, and that he and the town don’t need me, and so I should stop being afraid of what’s out there if that’s where you are, because he always knew you were all I wanted.”

“Baby…” 

“And well, I was still afraid,” he continues. “I didn’t know myself outside of that town, outside of helping my dad and running the shop. Outside of basketball. So I didn’t know what I could be or give to you so it took a while.”

He turns away for a brief moment, recalling how accepting all those was difficult, too, but knowing that something else was harder, and that was not being where you are.

“One day it just hit me that I can’t… I can’t keep doing this to us; I can’t keep not choosing us,” he sighs. “So I met with the sports director and quit, then I met the team after. I called Taehyung and asked what ticket I should get and where I could stay. I thought he’d say for the nth time again that he hates me and he wouldn’t help.”

You laugh and assure him that your best friend doesn’t hate him. Taehyung knows more than anyone how you feel without saying anything, and he knew, up until your last day, that a part of you would always be hoping for Yoongi no matter what. 

“And so I flew here, talked to Jimin, thought he’d hate me, too…”

“Baby, none of them do,” you say, cupping his cheek. “Only they would know how happy you make me.”

“And sad.”

“Not anymore.”

“I hope so,” he sighs, kissing your forehead.

“But… coaching,” you say worriedly. “That was your only link to basketball. What happens now?”

“I… don’t really know,” he admits. “It was a good stint and I know I’ll miss it. But I—”

“You didn’t have to give that up for me,” you mumble, looking sad now. “You loved coaching, and you love the sport.”

“I do, but basketball will always be there,” he says. “I didn’t give it up, I just… realized that even if I won’t always be a part of it, I’m always going to love it. I hated myself for not being able to play and coaching helped heal that part of me but I can always go back to it. If I can’t, then that’s okay. The love remains, and losing it is something I can live with. But losing you…” he trails, “it’s something I can’t live with anymore. Not another time. Gentle dreams, remember? You’re the biggest one of them. And I'm at that point in my life when that’s all I want now.”

He comforts you as you cry, wiping your tears away. He wasn’t always good at expressing how he feels, content to just show it to you. Coming all the way here was one, but he knows that you like hearing it sometimes. And you’ll need to hear it now, too. He thinks you’ll need to hear it everyday; he’ll make sure that you do.

“I love you, jagi,” he adds. “I truly mean that.”

You nod as if in understanding and in agreement, that you accept his words and that you believe him, and that despite everything he’s done, you feel the same way. 

Caging you against the counter, he starts kissing your lips, gently at first, until it turns heated. He dives in, his tongue dominating yours, and he doesn’t care if he runs out of breath. He’ll kiss you until there’s no oxygen left. He wants to just savor this and know he’ll keep falling asleep and waking up to your warm breath and to your pretty sounds everyday. You grind against him and he lets out a moan that has you returning it. 

“Baby,” you heave, your hand sneaking underneath his white shirt to feel his taut chest and racing heartbeat. “Want you.”

His own hand slides inside your buttoned dress, fondling your clothed breast as his mouth trails down your neck. Your own heartbeat accelerates, wanting nothing more than for him to take you from behind as he moans against your ears. He sounds a certain way when he wants you, and it’s the lowest of groans that he lets out when he presses harder against you that you know you can’t wait any longer.

But just as his open-mouthed kisses reach your chest, your doorbell rings, and the curse you yell out makes Yoongi laugh. He looks at you after the second ring and is the one who insists that you open the door; you have all night for this, anyway, he smirks.

Your mom greets you on the other side, immediately rushing in then unpacks some wine and cheese before she stops when she notices a man inside. She looks at him curiously before you step in.

“Mom, this is Yoongi. He came here to uh, to be with me,” you explain.

Your mom drops what she’s holding and walks towards him, and you see your boyfriend looking quite nervous, and it’s honestly so adorable how shyly he’s smiling while constantly glancing at you.

“Good afternoon,” he greets so formally, causing you to giggle. “It’s nice to finally meet you. ___ talks about you all the time.”

“She talks about you all the time, too,” your mom says. “Well, except recently but that’s understandable. You gave her the happiest moments of her life.”

“She’s given me the same,” he responds, looking at you again. 

“Does this mean you’re staying together? For good?” She asks. 

“Yes,” he says confidently. “I would love to be with her for as long as I could, for as long as she’ll let me. I’m done being dumb. She’s all I need.”

“Oh, my dear,” she says, clutching her chest. “I’m glad you found your way here. Back to her.”

“I took a while,” he hums apologetically. “I… don’t think I deserve her again but I’m just thankful she thinks I still do.”

“Well, if there’s anything you can be assured about my daughter is that she may know when to let go, but she also knows when to hold onto something that means the world to her, especially when they come back,” your mom says. “She’s not letting this pass, either. I’m glad you’re here and both of you could be happy together. As you’re meant to.”

“Thank you,” he bows, taking your hand when you stand next to him. 

“On that note, I guess a delicious dinner is in order,” your mom says cheerily.

You inform her that Jimin is currently buying things at the deli, so she calls him to get more ingredients. She converses with both of you about Yoongi’s journey here and her own preparations for her upcoming show that she invites him to. 

“Make sure to go shopping, okay?” She eyes Yoongi. “It’s a formal event and I don’t think your tiny luggage there has any formal clothes in it.”

You and Yoongi laugh and you assure her that you will, quickly scheduling your trips around and outside of the city. Jimin arrives soon after, and he and your mom start preparing for a baked cheese, stuffed chicken, and seafood stew dinner. They insist that you and Yoongi don’t need to help and should spend your time catching up, so that’s what you do, with your legs over his lap on your yellow couch.

“Congratulations, by the way,” you say to him. “Only man to win a championship as player and coach. That’s not easy.”

“Oh, it wasn’t,” he chuckles. “In a lot of ways.”

Looking tenderly at you, you know what he means. It wouldn’t have happened without the injury and losing you twice, but you suppose that he’s learned to deal with all that. He’s here, after all, and knowing him, that took a lot of thinking on his end. 

You catch up while you wait for dinner, which isn’t really much time, and then Jimin and your mom proudly present the spread they’ve prepared. It’s more than you expected but you feel that it fits the situation. Yoongi’s had a long trip and you want him to experience the best while he’s here; you’re glad you can enjoy everything with him now.

The night continues with wine and dessert and your mom interrogating Yoongi as how parents do, laughing as she claims she’s not used to it but would like to know how it feels. 

She bids you all goodbye, hugging each of you including Yoongi. “I know this wasn’t easy, too, but thank you for being brave for her,” she tells him. “And don’t ever be scared of how bright she’ll shine. She’ll need you most then. It gets lonely at the top sometimes.”

“I won’t,” he replies. “I won’t leave her side. Never again.”

Jimin retires for the night, not before you hug him as well and thank him for not wanting to smack Yoongi when he’d called. Your assistant laughs but claims that he won’t be so nice next time, so there better not be one. 

You’re about to head to your room with Yoongi when Hoseok calls, so you tell your boyfriend to go ahead and that you’ll meet him there. The conversation takes half an hour, and you take your time in the bathroom before laying in bed next to him, the feeling both familiar and different, and perhaps a lot more.

“That was a long call,” he says. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, letting yourself drown in your comfy covers. 

Yoongi knows you well enough to sense something behind your unsure voice and faraway eyes, so he turns to his side and faces you.

“You can be honest with me,” he whispers.

You release a deep breath, knowing he’s right.

“Hoseok just checked in and asked how I was doing. I told him you were here and…”

“And he isn’t happy, is he?”

“Not that he isn’t. He’s just concerned. I… I’ve been doing great and the series’ promos are being received well. He’s worried something might distract me. Like another heartbreak.”

Your manager’s words echo in your mind. “I’m happy for you, I really am,” he’d said. “But this isn’t the first time you both tried. It’s promising - him giving up basketball and flying to you, but just be on your guard, okay? Ask yourself if you’ll be able to pick yourself up if it doesn’t work out a third time around.”

“Do you agree with him?” Yoongi asks.

You let the silence fill the room. After the call, you took a shower and got to be alone with your thoughts and away from him since he arrived. And that just meant feeling everything you could - good and bad.

“I don’t know but I’m scared, I guess. And I have a reason to be,” you admit. “I’m still happy and excited and those feelings haven’t subsided but I don’t want to be naive like the last time. And I don’t want to be with you with the thought of having an expiration date hanging over my head. That gets tiring. I just wanna be able to love you without being afraid that I’m gonna lose it all over again.”

Your tears fall, even more so when Yoongi remains silent, the life in his eyes draining and replaced with sadness and guilt. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin tonight. You came all the way here and—”

You’re suddenly flushed against his chest, and you’re unable to speak as you try to temper your cries.

“My being here doesn’t erase what I’ve done, jagi,” he says. “And it shouldn’t. But it’s a start, and I know if I’ll just keep living with all those regrets, then I won’t be able to move forward. And I want to move forward with you.”

He caresses your back and it calms you down a little, as you take a pause. His scent and his low voice give you warmth, and they’re helping ease your worried heart.

“I’ll always be sorry for putting you through all that, so let me carry that for us, okay? Let me be the one who’s scared to lose everything, so I’ll be the one to make sure it doesn’t happen again,” he continues. 

“I don’t want to lose you again “ you stammer, looking him in the eyes. “I want everything with you.”

“So do I,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “And we will have them. I’ll make sure of that.”

He’s asking you to trust him. You feel it in his gentle touches and his gaze that’s full of sincerity and hope. And you do, wholeheartedly. You may be stubborn and impulsive sometimes but you’re decisive, you’re always sure about things. And from the moment he took you to the cafe that summer evening and made you smile, you’ve been sure about him. 

“I read your letter a few times,” he hums as he hugs you again. “It kept me going, knowing that somewhere in the world, someone else believes in me, but it made me sad, too, knowing that I pushed you away. You’re where I’m happiest and your heart is my home, and I want to show you that, okay? I’ll show you everyday, I promise.”

Facing him again, you feel every emotion and meaning in his words. And you want to let him know that this is enough. He’s all your gentle dreams combined, and you didn’t even think you had them. You’d only known when you reminisced about your days together; you’d come to dream about your past and wanted them in your present and your future. 

“Okay.” You kiss him deeply and then pull away. “Can you show me now?” 

You think he’ll respond with a smirk but he doesn’t. He merely nods then his face hardens, all of a sudden serious. He cups your cheek tenderly but it’s a contrast to how he kisses you - fervent and heavy, like it’s made up of more words that he’s unable to say. 

You kiss him back just as hard, your chest heaving by the time he stops to lick down your neck, his palm pressing against your clothed cunt. You thrust against it, seeking friction, but he controls the pace, rubbing circles with his hand instead to temper the pleasure so he could build it up again. 

And he does. When he removes your nightgown to suck your breasts. When he tenderly kisses down your torso, not leaving an inch untouched. When he swallows you whole, his expert tongue lapping you up the way you like - amorously, as he takes his time, his restrained moans sending a wave through your entire body as you feel his warmth against your skin. 

You come the first time, your legs shaking as he takes you to the edge and lets you crash. He kisses you back up until his mouth meets yours, your taste in his tongue distracting you from his throbbing cock entering you slowly. You suck in a breath as you feel the familiar sting, but he settles in like he’s meant to be there, and you know he does. 

Time feels like it stills as his eyes lock with yours, a rarity since he’s always preferred burying his head in your neck. But perhaps he wants to be reminded of how nights like this felt, or of how you looked whenever he expressed himself through his body. Maybe he wants to ingrain this scene in his mind the way you do, as you pant underneath him, asking for more, your muted cries echoing in your room along with skin slapping on skin. 

With your fingers intertwined as you both chase your highs, you feel one with him, as if he’s assuring you that he won’t go anywhere, that he’ll hold you as you chase your dreams, and that during the most exhilarating or quietest moments, he’s right next to you, experiencing everything by your side. Or on top of you, really, as he comes right after you do, his hips slowing down their thrusts as he spills his seed inside you, warm and thick and everything you crave. 

Resting on your chest, you envelope him in a hug as you both calm down. It’s gentle, the way he finds comfort against you like this. And you know that this is one of those moments that make up your own gentle dreams, those that you know you also share with him.

It’s been almost a month since Yoongi decided to be brave and fly all the way here to be with you, as he should’ve done much earlier. He’s glad it wasn’t too late, and that you still thought it was worth it to try again, even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. His dad drilled in his head that if he were to take the chance, he should get over the thoughts of not being worthy of your love anymore, that the only way he could love you right this time is if there were no more doubts and insecurities, if he’d just show you how he feels like he did before. And since coming here, he’s done just that.

He’s still not a morning person but he does wake up a tad bit early to send you off to filming for the day. He’s learned your favorite restaurants and found the best shops for the ingredients he needs to prepare your dinner when you come home in time for it, but whether he’s able to cook for you or not, he’s always back in the apartment waiting for you, excited to hear about your day and to talk about his, too.

Yoongi has put his degree to good use, working as a freelance IT support that lets him work from anywhere, anytime. It’s a good way to pass the time and to earn before you both fly back to Seoul and where he can find a more permanent job that may or may not be about basketball. 

He’s not in a rush. He meant what he said that the sport will always be there; the remnants of his dream convinced him, as did his former coach, that there’s a place for him there, he just has to be patient. But it’s time he doesn’t want to dwell on. He’s in Paris with you, after all, and despite the stench of some alleyways and the entirely different language that he just can’t pick up despite your teaching him of the basics, he’s come to enjoy the charm of the city and of the country. You’ve both had time to travel around, after all, and every time, he’s in awe at how much you’re both able to do so much now. The freedom is quite overwhelming; loving without thinking of an expiration date is liberating. He’s never felt more free than he does everyday with you.

It’s quite an early morning, and Yoongi is up on time to make you an omelet for breakfast before your filming in a few hours. He’s been cleared to watch, as today’s location will be the dance hall, unlike the other times when the space was smaller or more intimate. He’ll be sitting in the audience while you shoot your scene, and being that it’s the first time, he’s excited and nervous, especially since it will be with Pablo, your male lead. He wonders how your chemistry would look like.

Yoongi looks up as you enter the living space in cloth shorts and his shirt, one of 4 that he brought with him from back home. He’s shopped since then, but this original piece of clothing means more, and he loves seeing you in it, the thought of loving you so much overwhelming him. 

He’s plating your dish alongside the pastries that he’d picked up when you lean on the counter next to him, watching him work attentively. 

You smile as you gaze at his nonchalant face, and you know there are so many ways to bring color to that look of his. He pops a fruit in his mouth as he garnishes your dish, your eyes following his pretty fingers and just how sexy this entire scene looks. 

“How’s the raspberry?” You ask, walking closer. 

“Good,” he replies. “Here, try some.” 

Ignoring the bowl that he pushes towards you, you turn his head towards you and kiss him instead, licking the taste from his mouth sensually. “Hmm, sweet,” you hum in satisfaction before walking towards the balcony to check the weather outside. 

Stunned at your action - it’s too early, Yoongi argues to himself - he’s rooted in his spot before he’s able to reach for your hand before you get too far.

“Yah, you don’t kiss me like that and then walk away,” he whines, pulling you close to him. 

“And what did you expect me to do huh?” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, his mussed hair reminding you of just how good he looks in the morning.

“I can think of a few things,” he smirks as he squeezes your ass.

“Oh, getting bold now are we?” You gasp. “Min Yoongi, what have you done to my boyfriend?”

He smiles shyly and looks away. 

“Ah, there he is,” you giggle, kissing him again, tenderly this time, as you continue to savor being here with him. 

It almost feels like a dream but his every touch reminds you that it isn’t because he’s right next to you, enjoying everything, too. But maybe it still is. You’re doing what you’ve always wanted to do and now, you get to be with the man you’ve always loved as well. This doesn’t happen to just anyone. You know that whatever you achieve, it’s all the better because he’s living all this with you.

“I’m excited to watch your filming later,” he says, finally pulling away and taking your plates to the dining table just as Jimin enters, who groans that your boyfriend is doing his job for him, too.

“Yeah, so, uhm,” you stammer. “It’s a scene with Pablo. And we, uh. We kiss.”

You anxiously look at him for his reaction. It’s not that you expect him to be upset; he’s always understood what’s required of your job and never made claims about what he doesn’t want you to do. But still, it’s the first time he’s able to watch you in action, and you don’t want him to feel a little awkward watching his girlfriend smooch someone else. 

“Hmm, okay,” Yoongi hums, his expression now returning to its usual blank one. Looking as if you’re expecting him to say more, he adds, “jagi, that’s part of your role. You have to act like you don’t have a boyfriend when you kiss him.”

“Are you nervous?” Jimin chimes in.

“No. I’m confident in my kissing abilities,” Yoongi replies.

You snort at his comment. “Baby, that’s not even an issue. You obviously are the best kisser ever. It’s just… I can’t imagine how it’d be like for me to see you kiss someone else even if it’s just an act. Now you’re gonna have to witness that.”

“Don’t worry about me, jagi. It’s just a kiss.”

“One of many,” Jimin adds, prompting you to glare at him. “What? I’m just preparing him. You said you told him you have intimate scenes with Pablo, too?” 

“I did! But he obviously won’t be there when we film more of it,” you frown. 

“But is it like… a peck or a long one or…?” Yoongi asks, trying to not look too nervous. 

“It’s… well, we kinda make out.”

Yoongi chokes on his coffee but shrugs it off, even when you start pouting and Jimin starts laughing. He takes your hand and kisses it, then tells you not to worry about it. He’s there to support you, a privilege, in fact, as he gets to see you do your thing, so you shouldn’t even be thinking about him.

“Okay,” you concede, hugging him. “I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.”

At your whisper, Yoongi chokes again. He’s not nervous at all, he convinces himself.

“I thought you weren’t nervous.”

Jimin hides his laugh as he looks at the man next to him as they both stand at the side of the ballet hall where filming is taking place. 

“I’m not,” Yoongi frowns. 

“___ says you bite your nails when you are,” Jimin answers, watching as Yoongi lowers his fingers because he has been picking on them since Pablo entered the scene.

You’ve done the part where you were rehearsing some ballet moves, and Yoongi was in awe at how graceful you were. You could be doing this professionally if you wanted. He’d seen some of your recital videos when you took lessons as a kid but this grown up version of you is something else. Not only did the lessons seem to pay off, you also looked so in tune with your body.

You look really hot, too. So it doesn’t help at all when your male lead has to watch you move and apparently be turned on by it as well, as the scene is about him surprising you but being hypnotized instead, something that Yoongi can relate with. What he can’t do, though, is kiss you at this moment. Someone else gets to do that now.

“How many takes do they have to do for this?” Yoongi groans.

“Relax. They’re still working out the blocking,” Jimin responds. 

He’s found that being with Yoongi is entertaining, too, given the older man’s dry sense of humor and obvious attachment to you even if he doesn’t like showing it. 

Yoongi doesn’t watch that long; he often turns away then looks again. This time, he catches the moment where Pablo cages you against the wall, his hand gently on your waist while he kisses you a substantial amount of time. Yoongi focuses on the ceiling and right when the director yells “cut,” he lets out a breath. 

“You can look now,” Jimin nudges him. “And I know I tease a lot but she’s right, I can’t imagine what it’s like seeing the woman you love kiss another man, even if it’s all an act.”

“Yeah. It’s not a great feeling,” Yoongi admits. “But it’s what I signed up for.”

“It is, and she really appreciates you being here,” Jimin says. “I know you could’ve waited a few more days to be able to watch filming that doesn’t require kissing but you didn’t. Other than this part, she was really hoping you’d get to see her do ballet. It’s quite cathartic for her, you know? It means a lot that you’re here.”

It feels cathartic for him, too, Yoongi thinks. This is the closest he’s been to your world, aside from that interview he got to witness a few months ago, and watching you do your thing and loving it is a reminder of what he’d gained by leaving behind everything in his small town. To see you do something you love is a gift in itself, and you’re sharing it with him. 

Of all the people you could be with in this life, you chose him, and he’ll always be grateful for that. Even if he’d lost a big part of who he was after his dream shattered, you continued to love every scared and broken and hopeful part of him.

He tells you all this later that night underneath damp sheets and entangled limbs. He’d just fucked you senseless after you insisted on sucking him dry because you’d been wanting him since this morning and not because you felt like you had to make it up to him. You moaned as you took him all in and then heaved out how amazing he is at making you feel good, and all those sounds were just music to his ears. 

But beyond the high, there’s the comfort of being in your arms, of being in your life, and he’d promised himself he’d tell you the things he feels as often as he can, and tonight is no different. 

“You were stunning earlier,” he whispers, as he looks deep into your droopy eyes. “You’re so captivating, jagi. In action, from afar, up close… You’ve got the whole world at your fingertips yet you’re here with me. I must’ve done something good in my past life to deserve this, yeah?”

“You probably loved me so good in your past life, too,” You giggle. “You make me better and the happiest. You’re home,” you mumble, making it a point to repeat the words from your letter to constantly remind him. “And I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

The dream-reality that is Paris with you ends in a blink of an eye. After finding his rhythm of making you and Jimin some breakfast when he’s able, working from home or some tucked-away cafe or park, making or grabbing dinner with you somewhere, and ending the evening curled up in the sheets with you, Yoongi is packing up all his things like you are. 

It’s a long morning as you and Jimin still have things to sort out before your late-afternoon flight, so Yoongi heads out to buy brunch for all of you at another part of town. Walking down the streets, he passes by all your favorite spots, and his. 

There’s that pub where he met Pablo and Ha-neul and had a genuinely great time. There’s the deli that he and Jimin frequented for ingredients for your meals. There’s the location for a photoshoot that he got to witness; he was so speechless after he saw the cuts that you thought he was upset over something, and Jimin was the one who outed him as the incredibly whipped boyfriend who kept cursing under his breath as he watched you pose. Up north from where he’s standing is another spot where he watched you film. It was an emotional scene then; he’d never been more blown away at your acting than that time.

There’s also the vintage store towards the left where he got your scarf from, the one you wear almost everyday. He remembers how you’d both explored another neighborhood that day; how, in your pink wraparound dress, you looked breathtaking as you smiled and giggled and kissed his cheek just because. 

Like always, you got excited when you saw a shop that sold vintage clothing, but unlike all the times before, he didn’t just let go of your loosely intertwined fingers. He tightened his grip as you were about to skip away, joining you as you walked towards the place you wanted to go to. He stood next to you as you looked from outside, and joined you when you decided to enter. It hit him that time - he was no longer holding you like you’d just fly away again, and he was no longer watching you look at things from several feet away. He was right there, enjoying the world from next to you. 

Yoongi makes it to the cafe and orders a bunch of things to last you all until you have to leave for your flight. He makes it back to the apartment with you still trying to pack your things. After insisting on eating first, you’re back at it, and you cutely pout at him when you ask if you could put some things in his bag.

He laughs at how you look before getting your coat and placing it inside the new luggage he bought because he had to; you and your mom insisted on getting him things to fit the occasion, like this fancy jacket for a speakeasy you went to, and that surprisingly nice blue ensemble he wore for your mom’s show. You styled him then, your mouth parting as you attempted to frame his face with his long hair. You pulled at it constantly later that night as he ate you out and fucked you to sleep. 

Yoongi continues to help you and Jimin get everything together until you’re both sure you’ve got all your things packed and ready to go. You say goodbye to what was your home these past months, and then you take Yoongi’s hand and enter the car, seemingly ready like he is to go back home, the one you can both finally have together. 

It’s 6 weeks later when the first episode of your series is set to premiere, and the excitement around it is more than you expected. You had a few interviews leading up to it, and they weren’t without the question about your own relationship, especially after public photos of you and Yoongi came out, prompting the media to ask if you’re dating a non-celebrity. You weren’t keen on denying anything; your agency was supportive of you confirming it since they knew that “rumors” that happen to be true can get too distracting. Better to get it out of the way now before your show gets going.

So that’s what you did during a talk show with Ha-neul, who made things comfortable for you, saying that yes, you’re with someone, but that you’ve been enjoying being together outside of the spotlight and you’d like to keep it that way. It didn’t stop people from figuring out who he is, and Yoongi’s just thankful that the only things they could find out about him are his basketball records. It seemed enough to appease your fans though - which had grown leading up to the premiere - and they’ve been supportive ever since, including granting your request for privacy. 

It’s that privacy you enjoy greatly, especially after he’d packed all his things in Daegu and drove them all the way to Seoul. Living with him continues to be everything you imagined it to be - from the morning kisses and cuddles, to the cup of coffee he shares with you before you leave, to his texts asking what you’d like for dinner, and to your preferred form of intimacy every night whether it’s sex or having a bath together or just being in each other’s arms. 

Even with your occasional mood swings or instances where you bring home the work frustrations, he remains calm and patient, hugging you when you least expect it, and whispering how proud he is of you after a few minutes of you ranting. 

He’s an absolute dream, and though you choose the times you tell him so, the way you look at him is enough. 

With another big series that may be your biggest break yet, Jin hosts a watch party for the premiere at his place. It’s after you and Yoongi had gone out to an early dinner, as you insisted on treating him. He got offered a job to write for an online sports magazine and his first article had just been published, and the way his eyes sparkled and his smile sweetened when a good number of people started sharing and commenting positively on it made your heart soar. 

You’d read it yourself and as straightforward as it was, it was intriguing because that’s how his thoughts are, and he expressed them so well. His coach was right - Yoongi belongs in the world of basketball, and you’re just as excited to see where it would take him. Writing about the sport is just a start, you know this, and so does he. He talks about it with joy and excitement similar to the way he used to when he played. You think you’re finally able to live out your dreams together. 

“Wow, I’m hooked,” Taehyung announces after the first episode ends. “I’m watching this every week.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t plan on doing so,” you glare at him. 

“I mean, duh,” he playfully rolls his eyes. “It’s you. But it’s actually really good, like, I’d watch it even if you weren’t in it. The cinematography’s really stunning. Makes me want to go to Paris.”

“We could. Like, for a few days and then explore outside of it. Maybe next year,” you say. Looking at Jin, you wait for his reaction. “So?”

“So?” He repeats. “___, I didn’t expect anything less. I get why they wanted you. There’s a romantic and elegant yet innocent vibe about your character. And you’re perfect for it.”

Your cheeks heat up at his compliments. Anything good from Jin is an instant boost for your self-esteem. You mouth your thank you and he nods in response. 

“How about you?” You turn to Yoongi, nudging him and looking quite nervous of what he’d say. 

“It was really good, jagi,” he says simply. “I’d watch this every week, too.”

“Even during the kissing and intimate scenes?” Jimin chimes in, ever the one to provoke your boyfriend, a dynamic you didn’t think would ever brew between them. But then again, Jimin is cheeky sometimes, and while Yoongi usually doesn’t get affected, it’s still fun to see how he answers back sometimes. 

“I can always close my eyes.”

The room laughs except for Yoongi who frowns, and you appease him by whispering that you could kiss him during those moments to remind him that this is real-life, and you’re so much better at kissing and intimacy when you’re not acting.

You spend another 2 hours with your friends before you decide to head out, tired from today’s activities. You instruct your chauffeur to pass by the agency so Jimin could get some fan mail that he said has piled up this past week. You’re looking forward to checking them out this time and they do not disappoint, as you receive some fanart taken from the series teaser. There are a few letters and chocolates, too.

“This is all?” You ask disappointedly. 

“I brought the roses to your house but that’s all,” Jimin says. “Looks like your daisy admirer forgot about tonight’s premiere.”

“Well, they don’t always send it on the exact day,” you recall, trying to be optimistic but you really were looking forward to it, especially since you know how much the flower means to your mom, too. 

It’s like a secret only both of you share, but your admirer is in on it, that’s why you’re convinced after she brought it up that it’s your father. Only he would’ve known about the daisies that grew in your backyard. 

“Maybe it’ll come tomorrow,” Jimin comforts. “I’ll let you know right away.”

“Thanks, Jimin.”

“You have an admirer?” Yoongi asks, shifting his shoulder so you could rest on it more comfortably. 

“I think so,” you respond. “I get a bouquet of daisies every premiere, whether it’s a series or a movie, or if I’m the lead or not. And it’s never signed nor is there any message; it just has my name on it.”

“Daisies,” he hums. “That’s… pretty plain.”

“It is, that’s why I love it,” you beam. “It’s pretty special for me and my mom; they grew in our backyard and we would take photos wearing them. But that’s the thing, I’ve never told anyone about it. Not even you, I think.”

“Isn’t it creepy that someone knows, though?” Yoongi turns to you worriedly. 

“Well, yeah, I guess,” you shrug. “I didn’t really think about it as being creepy. Maybe the flowers remind them of me. Or maybe they grow it themselves. Or they just want to offer their simple admiration. But my mom said it could be my father. He’s not always good with words so this could be his way to express that he’s proud of me.”

“That’s a nice thought,” he says. “People who aren’t good with words show what they feel in other ways.”

“Like you?” You tease, nuzzling his cheek. 

“So I’ve been told,” he chuckles. 

“But you’re good with words now,” you insist. “And that’s on top of all the other ways you express it. Like with your cooking, and your gifts…” whispering in his ear, you add, “and your body. You’re the perfect lover, baby.”

“Yah!” He quips, covering his face in embarrassment. 

You’ve come to learn that teasing him like this makes him incredibly shy and awkward, but that’s because he secretly likes it. You know it, with how he can’t look at you right after without turning pink. It takes a while for him to get over it, too, and you continue to giggle, as he shushes you with his index finger on his lips.  

You arrive at your building and head to your apartment, ready for a nice long bath with Yoongi and a good sleep, thinking that you’ll go through the viewers’ thoughts in the morning. Going for a glass of water, you stop in your tracks, your eyes wide at the sight before you.

It should sort of freak you out but you’re too intrigued to process how a bouquet of daisies made its way into your home and on your kitchen counter. Only Jimin has authority to pick up your mail and he didn’t find your usual gift when he checked, unless he lied and surprised you. You wonder why that would be.

You admire how it looks. It’s certainly the prettiest one you’ve received. But more than its beauty, you’re surprised when you pick up the card and read the words on them. 

I finally get to give this to you in person. Congratulations, jagi.

Your heart races as you read the message over and over again, with tears immediately forming in your eyes. 

It was him. This whole time.

“You… you’re my—”

“Admirer, yes,” he interjects, laughing along with you. “I guess it makes it less creepy that it’s someone you actually know? I mean, you thought it was your father but… I… yeah, it’s me. I thought it would be weird if I sent it to your agency again, so here it is.”

“How did you know? Did I drunk-tell you or something?”

He shakes his head no. “They’re the first things you look at when you enter a flower shop. I just… would always notice it because when are my eyes never not on you?”

You smile giddily, finding it amazing how he can say the sweetest things so casually. 

“And you figured it out just because I look at daisies all the time?” You challenge.

“I’ve never been to your house so I didn’t know they grew in your backyard,” he responds. “But every time the shop owner would push dahlias or marigolds or roses on you, you’d smile and take them, but you’d glance at the simplest, most common looking flower in the store and I just knew there was a reason. I thought it was you, desiring a simple, unelaborate life behind the dream of the spotlight. Now I know it’s really because of your mom. And that’s just as great.”

“I guess it’s both,” you smile, as you hug him tightly, the tears falling more slowly now as your reality hits you. 

He’s given more meaning to your love for daisies with this. 

You’ve had big dreams ever since you were young. Achieving them meant so much more after your mom left because somehow you felt that doing so would make her feel closer to you, that you would understand her more, that you’d know what it feels like to lose something to gain something else for yourself. Spending time with her in Paris showed you it was much more than that. Beyond all the shopping and the little luxuries, it was the simplest moments with her that made it all worthwhile - the laughter shared, the memories relived, and the comfort that only she could give. She wants a nice little cottage in the French country, and being part of her simple life once she retires in the future is just like that bouquet of daisies. 

You’ve come to see it’s also like the life you want to live with Yoongi. The dream brings with it the spotlight and the glamor, but beyond the prettiest flowers is the simplest one - the one of your milk-with-coffee and his americano in the mornings, of makchang and pork belly dinners, of movies and basketball games on your couch at night, the one of tea or whiskey in your balcony while curled in his arms. It’s the one with the softest kisses and the warmest hugs, with Yoongi’s whispers of I love you when you don’t expect it, and with his hand on your cheek as he tries to tell you other than with words that you make him the happiest, that your heart is his home, and that you belong together everyday, in every version of life there is. 

Yoongi feels the tears seep through his shirt. He doesn’t know how he can express all the love he has for you but he’ll try.

“I love you, jagi,” he whispers against your ear. “It’s you and me. Not in 10 years but now. Everyday. In this lifetime.”

You cry some more as you take in his words. He’s your gentle dream as much as you’re his. And you want to live it everyday for the rest of your life. 

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[misserabella]

stray. pt7

joel miller x fem! reader

< previous chapter

summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays…, and you don’t do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

warnings for chapter 7; +18 content! minors dni!, making out, sexual tension, dirty talking, oral (r! receiving), nipple and tit play, hickeys, piv sex, unprotected piv sex (don’t do this guys), choking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, praising, breeding kink, creampie…

a/n; chapter 6 was really the last chapter, but i wrote a 7th for y’all ‘cause i know you’ve been waiting for this! 😫🤭😼

Kissing Joel had become like breathing air after have been drowning.

His arms had become your favorite place to live in, the only place where you felt truly face after a whole life of surviving.

Since you had agreed to stop running from him that night on your balcony, Joel had been unable to stop his need to keep you close.

You still shared your cigarettes late at night, and maybe even more when the kisses that you shared surely had started to heat up. It’d been almost 3 months.

Three months in which you hadn’t felt anything more than happiness. Watching Ellie slowly make friends, trying not to laugh at her little comebacks against Joel every time they’d bicker, stealing you every now and then for the night from Joel’s arms —for which he wasn’t happy about— when she’d have nightmares, teaching her how to draw, watching old horror films with her ‘till she’d fall asleep…

She had become less scared, more dependent of you, seeing you like someone she could rely on, someone she could finally love without the fear of them abandoning her or dying.

Your little apartment had become a home. Your home. Your home that now stood decorated in even more photos of the three of you, of Ellie swimming in the lake —since finally summer had come and the weather had warmed up the town—, of you and her painting together, of Joel with his face covered in silly paintings and snoring with Ellie smiling beside him, pen in hand…

There were flowers now, seemed to be that Ellie liked to draw them, and the whole apartment seemed to have come back to life for the first time since you had lost Laura.

You couldn’t believe that you could ever experience happiness again, but here you were, in between the arms of the man you loved and surrounded by nothing but love.

“Hey, Ellie! Put that down!” you screamed, as the little girl was trying to get a sip of Larry’s bear, who was not looking at the moment.

She blowed you a raspberry, putting it down with an annoyed face and going back to her drawing notebook.

“She’s smart.” Joel sighed, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Too smart.” you retorted, shaking your head.

“Well you’re the one teaching her.” he muttered and you scoffed.

“I’m not the one who lets her drink from her alcohol.” you spat and he chuckled.

“Touché.” he whispered on the shell of your ear, his next kiss being placed on your neck.

It had been long. Too long since you had felt him, since you had had time to fully touch him, and kiss him… Since summer had come along, there had been so much work to do… Fixing fences, putting on the summer stands and bars for the holiday festivities…

Your body shivered, and he smirked against the flush of your skin.

“What is it baby? Cold?” he mockingly inquired. And of course he knew the answer to his question. It was impossible that you could be cold, not in this weather. He knew the effect he had on you, you couldn’t seem to hide it, and he loved it. Loved it how with just a couple of kisses your eyes would get heavy, how with just a mere touch you were shivering under his fingertips.

“Fuck you.”

“I wish you were, darling.” his accent was thick, his voice too, and it send down your spine this incredible warmth that had you pressing your thighs together.

“Joel.” you warned him. You were in public. At the town diner, sharing food and drinks with everybody. It wasn’t time for him to be teasing you.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were kissing, tongue lapping at the other and clumsy teeth clashing in need outside the diner.

The last few weeks had left you two just the minimum time to share a couple of touches and sleep. And the need had become unbearable. So much that you two seemed to be starving for each other.

“Let’s go home.” he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. Ellie would be spending the night at Larry’s anyway, so you were sure no one would really notice your absence.

He took your hand to guide you back to your apartment. His palm was warm, and her fingers thick. You couldn’t wait to feel his hands on your skin.

It wasn’t long before the door was closing behind your back and he was kissing you. This time more desperate, hungrier. You moaned on his mouth. His hair was soft in your hands, his hands rough on your hips.

“Joel…” you sighed as his lips fell to your neck.

“Shit baby…” he groaned when he felt one of your hands cupping his growing erection through his jeans.

“Need you.” you whimpered, letting him take off your tank top, leaving you exposed from the waist up.

“I know…” he cooed. “I know baby, I know.” he took you in between his arms, your legs around his hips to carry you to your bed. “I’m gonna take care of you.” he promised, taking off his own shirt. Your hands roamed his strong and wide shoulders, his chest, his stomach… He took off your pants, leaving kisses down your neck and stomach to rest in between your legs. Your breath hitched when he looked at you through his lashes, leaving a kiss to your clit from over your panties. “Can I?” he inquired, and you nodded, breath heavy and ragged. There was a wet spot soaking your underwear, and he couldn’t wait to taste you. His lips found your inner thighs as his fingers hooked on the hem of your panties and started to slowly pull them down. Your skin grew on goosebumps when the cold air of the night hit your soaked cunt. “So fucking beautiful…” he muttered as he stared at you. His pupils were dilated, and he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful painting he had ever seen.

A pornographic moan left your throat when his tongue dipped in between your dripping folds, lapping at your slick. Your back arched, and your hands quickly gripped on his hair, pushing him closer. “Fuck!”

He groaned against your pussy, drunk on your taste, licking you clean and sucking on your clit. He was eating you out like a starved man, grunting against your cunt and lapping at you as if you were his last meal.

“Pussy so sweet…”

You couldn’t stop whimpering and moaning, two of his fingers plunging inside your tight and warm walls and making you gasp for air. They were stretching you so good you could swear you were seeing stars, hitting your g spot just how you needed to fall apart.

Your grip tightened on his hair, your orgasm building quickly as you ground your hips against his mouth.

“So fucking needy…” he smirked and you whimpered. “Does it feel good baby? You’re taking my fingers so good, being such a good girl for me…” your cheeks flushed at the praise, your pussy tightening around his fingers. “You liked that baby? Like it when I praise you and call you my good girl?” you nodded. “Nuh-uh, use your big words, doll. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes…” you whined. “I like it when you call me your good girl.”

“Atta girl.” you moaned as he smiled before going back to your cunt, sucking on your clit as her fucking became faster, hitting your g spot over and over again.

“I’m gonna cum.” you cried out, gasping for air. He groaned against your pussy.

“You gonna cum baby?” you nodded. “Cum for me. Cum on my face.” he ordered before going back in between your thighs, and before you knew it, your orgasm was hitting you with an intensity that made your bones shake. Your moans got louder and louder as you reached your high. He fucked you through it, lapping at everything you gave him. He hummed at the taste of your sticky, warm and salty cum. He never wanted it to stop. You hissed and pulled on his hair when the overstimulation became too much, and he let go of your clit, chin and lips completely soaked on your juices. You whined at the loss of his fingers, but moaned when you saw him suck them clean.

Joel couldn’t help but moan when you pulled from his hair to make him crawl up to reach your mouth, pushing your tongue between his lips to taste yourself on his mouth. You could feel his hard cock against your cunt, the denim of his jeans bumping against your overstimulated and puffy clit.

“Wanna taste you…” you muttered against his lips and he sighed.

“If you do that I won’t last, darling.” he said, rocking his hips against your pussy, making you shiver. “And as much as I would like to feel your pretty mouth on my cock, I need to be inside you.” you moaned, nodding and helping him get completely undressed. Your tongue wetted your lips at the sight of his hard dick. It was long, with the pretties red tip bedded in pre cum and veins along the sides, and it was thick, so thick you wondered if it would even fit. His fingers had already stretched you out so much… You just needed to feel him inside, needed him to stretch you out to your limits.

He groaned when the tip made contact with your already —again— soaking wet cunt. You moaned, your nails digging on his shoulders at the feeling.

“Please Joel… I’ll be good…” you begged, and he moaned, not waiting any second to align himself with your hole and starting to push inside. The breath got punched out of your lungs at the stretch. It stung. It hurt. But it hurt so good… You whimpered, and he stopped. “No please, please… Don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” you could see in his eyes just how much he was restraining himself, his lust, his need… He was holding back. And you didn’t want that. You wanted him. Him. With his roughness, the pain and the pleasure…

“I can take it. Please Joel. I can…” a scream ripped your throat when you felt it thrust inside up to the hilt.

“Fuck…So fucking tight…” he groaned, and your nails were scratching his back as he kissed your neck, sucking bruises on your skin. He was letting you get used to the stretch, kissing you and touching your clit to make you relax. Once he felt your walls stretch around and mold to his cock, he slowly started to thrust, slowly, in and out. You were moaning with every movement of his hips. His tip kissed your cervix and had you completely drunk, stupid on his dick. “That’s it. Taking me so good… Good girl…” you whined, your legs surrounding his hips to push him closer, deeper…

“More. Please, Joel. More.” you voice was broken in need, your eyes straining in tears. He groaned, speeding up. Going harder. Fucking you just like he knew you needed. And fuck if it felt good.

Your moans were getting cut off by his fast and harsh thrusts, your boobs bouncing up and down with the snap of its hips. The room was filling up with the squelches of your cunt opening up for him, the sound of skin against skin.

“Shit. You drive me insane.” he moaned, and you swore you saw stars when one of his hands came up to your throat to choke you and keep you in place to fuck deeper into you. “So fucking good… So good for me…”

“I’m gonna… I’m cumming!” you somehow managed to babble out.

“You’re gonna cum, darling? Gonna soak my cock?” you nodded, and he went back to stimulating your clit with his fingers. You were already so sensitive due to your recent orgasm that it didn’t took long before you were creaming his dick, moaning non stop as he gave you the best orgasm you’d ever had. Your vision went completely white as he fucked your through it, his hands now harshly gripping at your hips to pull you against his thrusts, making his cock reach impossibly deeper. You were falling apart.

“Joel… Stop, something’s gonna…” but before you could finish, you were screaming, completely soaking his stomach, thighs and the sheets of the bed as you squirted. He groaned.

“Fuuuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum do fucking hard.” he moaned, and you whimpered.

“Inside.” you were dragging the words, lost on your pleasure, drunk on his cock. It was a sight for sore eyes. “Cum inside, please. I want it inside.” you begged, and he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy,

“You want it inside? Want me to fuck you full of my cum doll? Fuck a baby into you?” you nodded, mumbling ‘please’s over and over again as you felt his cock switch and moaning when you finally felt it; his cum painting your walls in white. It was warm, and so fucking thick it made you squirt again. You wanted him to cum inside over and over and over again. Until no more of it would fit inside and he would leave you dripping for a week.

He was moaning on your neck, fucking you two through it and filling you up to the brim.

“Good girl…” he praised you once you had rode it out.

And then, he made sure to lick you clean with his tongue just to fuck you and breed you once again.

And he did that over and over and over again.

The night was long. And Joel was not stopping until the only thing you would remember would be his name.

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[bengiyo]

She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat 2 Eps 5-8 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we returned to my favorite ladies. They realized they were spending too much on their hangouts, so made the silly decision to just stop hanging out. That broke fairly quickly at least and they just started having more cost-effective meals together. Nomoto got a full time position along with her work bestie, and they're thriving. Nomoto watched her first lesbian film, and has made an internet friend. Kasuga noticed their new neighbor, and so they have begun the process of befriending her.

Episode 5

Very glad both of my favorite food shows with LGBT couples are wading directly into the importance of marriage equality.

Fuck yes we're getting back to the cabbage rolls!

YES!! A WATCH PARTY!!! Invite Kasuga!!

Kasuga is so careful with Nagumo. I'm not sure I'm reading exactly how determined each of them is being about being polite as Kasuga tries to be helpful.

Oh, Nagumo, I hope you find a way to be comfortable eating with them eventually.

Now, Nomoto, you were so close to telling her. Come on!

These cabbage rolls look good. I hadn't thought about putting them in a soup.

Yes, stay focused on Nagumo! We must befriend her!

Episode 6

I like introducing a character who struggles with eating with others into this show. I'm relieved it's only about eating in front of strangers.

That was an incredible eye roll from Kasuga to the message from her aunt.

Kasuga overhearing older women unpack their disdain for the caregiver expectation placed on them them is a good choice.

An asexual lesbian who wants to watch her stories with others. She is one of us. This is the gay sex and celibacy website z after all.

I like Yaku! She was warm to Nomoto, asked a good question about snacks. Admitted she doesn't like cooking in a way that doesn't make Nomoto's hobby seem bad. Then they enjoyed a film together.

Yaku is great. She's letting Nomoto lead here, and giving her encouragement to continue sharing.

Come through, Yaku! There is room for all types of lesbians! Quiet gays who maybe don't want to have a ton of sex can sit with us too!

"Are we in a drama?" Yes, Yaku, and you are the cool, self-actualized queer.

I'm glad Nomoto can share! This will definitely help her get out of her own head.

Episode 7

Oh, is her name Yako? I will start using that spelling.

Sayama, thank you for trying to help your friend confess to her crush, but she is determined for this to be a slow burn show.

Kasuga backs in to park She's better than all of us.

This conversation is ugly. The dad doesn't think he or the eldest son should do anything to help with elder care, but Kasuga should give up her entire life to take care of people who disrespect her. I can see why she's avoided them for this long.

I'm glad we already knew that Kasuga was not given enough to eat in the first season, so this is all reaffirming it and letting us examine the long term impacts.

They're all sharing on the balcony!

They're making donuts together!!!

Nagumo seems like she had a good time, and they're encouraging her to eat some on her own.

Childhood trauma episode, I see.

Nomoto and Kasuga have so much grace for Nagumo. They let her share about herself, asked her how they can best support her, and Nomoto even encouraged Kasuga to take some donuts home so Nagumo isn't the only one leaving with food.

Episode 8

SAYAMA GETS DONUTS TOO! I love this show!!!

Wow, this conversation between Kasuga and Ms. Fujita hit me. The seriousness with which she stressed to Kasuga not to give up her life for her parents landed so hard. This is complicated for me, because I've accepted that my role as the oldest will be that of caregiver in the future.

They turned her room into a storage space and still just expect her to clean it up. I'm glad she put her foot down here. I do believe in giving back the love and care we've received to our parents when they get older, but you are giving back what was given to you. Kasuga is right to not want to spend her adulthood as a household servant to an ungrateful man and his mother.

Wow, this Chosen Family scene took me right the fuck out.

Nomoto is correct. I will also not forgive Kasuga's father for making her feel like this.

She almost said it! We're getting close!

I'm so glad we're expanding the cast this season to deal with more issues affecting Japanese women. I really like that they spent two episodes on Kasuga deciding that the family she's building here is more important to her than the family that mistreated her. I'm so happy that Nomoto has another lesbian friend to talk to. I'm so relieved that Nagumo is opening up to them and starting to share in the warmth our ladies have offered her. I will be thinking about that donut scene for a while. I'm so happy that we have so much more time with them this season.

[tinytimism]

thots on the great gatsby bway musical

let’s get right into it

-i liked it more than i thought i would. i saw boston gatsby back in june and after reading a lot of negative stuff about the one on broadway i thought i’d hate it but i went anyway because i am still not immune to jeremy jordan. but it was solid. i liked it.

-great chemistry between eva noblezada and jeremy jordan. also in the last scene of act 1 gatsby wears light pink and daisy wears light blue and i thought that was neat.

-really good dance numbers. watching jeremy jordan honest to god dance was like watching the big bang

-HATED how they paired jordan and nick as a romantic couple. i know they go on some days in the book but it’s so fake and loveless. nick is jordan’s gbf and jordan is nick’s lbf and you can’t take that away from me!!! ESPECIALLY after i saw boston gatsby!!!

-samantha pauly and alex prakken did great though - i have no complaints about the actors only the script.

-i had no problem with how george wilson is portrayed - all im saying is that his songs are definitely the to break in a glove of is show if you get what im saying

-didn’t like how they turned mr mckee into a sex pest creeping out poor heterosexual nick (and also into a weird joke about opened relationships??? like hello???)

-jeremy jordan’s translantic accent was cute.

-really liked how they did the pool.

-really like the ending - the ending of boston gatsby felt more hopeful while this one felt more cynical and both of them work in the context of the book.

overall i felt like boston gatsby was more earnest while broadway gatsby was more ironic - and both tones work fine! still think boston is the superior of the two tho

alright so now im gonna rant a little. i am pro-bootleg. i understand that bootlegs have given shows new life and have allowed them to prosper in ways they wouldn’t have been able to without bootlegs. i understand that nyc being a train ride away from me is a privilege few have and that a bootleg is very often the only way someone can experience a show. i am, however, anti coming in fifteen minutes late with your entire militia literally as soon as jeremy jordan makes his first entrance and taking videos and pictures while you’re in the second row (there’s a reason so many bootlegs are filmed from the balcony). in the beginning of the tea party scene where jeremy jordan’s the only person onstage i saw one of them take a picture of him and it made me really mad about how the damn phones have ruined the way we experience art and tainted the relationships of those who give us it - how we view them as products instead of artists or in this case performers.

to end this post on a positive note the stagedoor was a lot chiller than i had imagined it would be. i had brought one of my copies of the great gatsby from home for them to sign and everyone that came out did. by the time jeremy jordan came over i had mustered up the courage to ask them to sign it instead of awkwardly holding it out to them (eva noblezada and samantha pauly i am sooooooooooooooooooo sorry) and he said “i’ll sign your book!” and signed it so now my life’s kinda complete ig

(my signed book underneath the cut!)

[etherealdemon]

LAURIE — arabella/samuel 💖

✨ send a pairing + one or more letters for some headcanons regarding our muses’ sex life !

LAURIE — ARABELLA x SAMUEL

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ?  What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in  ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ?  Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them ?

Arabella loves wearing expensive lingerie for Samuel. She takes a lot of pride in her appearance and loves to dress up for him whenever she can. Arabella also really likes wearing Samuel’s dress shirts and loves to wear them after they’ve had sex.

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

Aftercare is extremely important to both Arabella and Samuel especially since they both tend to get a little rough with each other. Samuel is very gentle with Arabella after they have sex. Asking her if she’s okay is always one of the first things he does before softly kissing her all over. Taking a bath is also another thing that they enjoy doing together. Arabella loves it whenever they sit in the bathtub and Samuel holds her close against his chest.

U ─ Unusual. What’s the most unusual place they’ve had sex at/in ?  Was it a good experience ?  Would they repeat it ?  Is there an unusual place they’d like to try ?

Because of their shared exhibitionism kink, fucking in unusual places is common for Arabella and Samuel. They’ve basically had sex in every place you could think of- from the bathrooms at Aiden Jeon premieres, their balcony at Venice Film Festival, and even in the elevator up to their fancy hotel suite. The riskiest thing they’ve ever done though is when Samuel fingered Arabella under a table during a press conference. Arabella literally had to concentrate so hard to make sure that no one knew what they were up to.

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex ?  Did they watch it together afterwards ?  Has anyone else seen their videos ? 

Recording themselves having sex isn’t something that Arabella and Samuel tend to do. They’ve tried it once or twice but they much prefer being in the moment with each other. Filming never really works in their favour either since sex isn’t a rushed thing between them. Samuel loves to take his time to eat Arabella out and edge her, and most of time, they’ll always go for a couple of rounds. Their phones will probably run out of battery before they can finish fucking each other.

I ─ Infidelity. Has any of them ever cheated on their partner ?  Whom have they cheated with ?  If not, is it something they could do ?  If yes, have they told them or has the other found out ?  Could they forgive and forget ?

Arabella has never cheated on Samuel and it’s not something that she’s ever tempted to do. Samuel’s already the best person in her eyes and the thought of cheating on him and ruining their relationship for someone inferior makes her laugh.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ?  Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ?  Any experiments gone wrong ?

During the beginning of their relationship, Arabella and Samuel experimented a lot but it more or less happened in the heat of the moment. The experimenting kind of stopped further into their relationship as they just knew each others likes and dislikes. One thing that they still like to do is push boundaries when it comes to exhibitionism. Arabella and Samuel love to see how far they can go without getting caught.

[chcrrybcmbs]

hunter paris - valmont connections .

NUMB  TO  THE  FEELING  :  heard  you  got  a  heart  ,  let  me  see  ,  i  need  you  to  split  that  thing  with  me  .  this  person  used  to  party  with  hunter  alot  ,  they  found  him  a  couple  years  ago  overdosing  during  a  yacht  party  he  was  throwing  since  then hunter  goes  back  and  forth  between  pretending  to  hate  them  and  opening  up  to  them  if  they  catch  him  on  the  right  day  --  they're  one  of  few  people  he  doesn't  feel  entirely  numb  around  . they easily get the best version of hunter anyone has ever gotten . they care about him and in his own weird way he cares about them too .   

NO  FRIENDS  :  walk  the  fuck  away  and  don't  look  back  ,  bitch  .  this  person  or  people  keep  trying  to  befriend  hunter  but  he's  not  known  for  being  the  most  friendly  guy  unless  there  is  something  in  it  for  him  .  he  gave  them  a  chance  at  one  point  but  they  backstabbed  him  ,  either  going  to  the  tabloids  about  something  or  just  got  caught  using  him  for  parties  or  his  money  and  he  cut  them  off  immediately  .  basically  they  run  into  each  other  regularly  but  he  attempts  to  brush  them  off  because  he  wants  nothing  to  do  with  them  but  they  just  won't  take  the  hint  .  

LIKE  A  ROCKSTAR  :  listen  to  my  words  '  dont  do  this  '  ,  yeah  ,  i'm  not  insecure  ,  i'm  stupid  .  he's  a  bad  influence  to  everyone  he  comes  across  ,  except  for  with  them  .  he's  not  entirely  sure  why  but  there's  an  innocence  about  them  that  he  actually  appreciates  .  i'm  thinking  they  either  are  starting  to  dabble  in  the  party  scene  /  getting  in  trouble  and  he  brings  them  out  with  him  to  kind  of  scare  them  straight  .  we  can  definitely  plot  more  of  their  dynamic  out  .   

RIGHT  HERE  :  you're  sitting  alone  ,  why  are  you  sitting  alone  ?  baby  ,  just  pick  up  your  phone  .  the  only  time  he's  ever  claimed  someone  and  given  them  the  title  of  girlfriend  was  with  her  .  they  have  this  really  toxic  on  again  -  off  again  relationship  that  seemingly  has  no  end  to  it  .  they  were  happy  once  and  that's  kind  of  what  they  chase  every  time  they  come  back  to  one  another  but  it  always  ends  with  unhinged  arguments  and  lashing  out  at  one  another  .  all  it  takes  is  one  of  them  to  pick  up  the  phone  and  they're  back  to  their  toxic  cycle  . the worst part is it's the healthiest romantic relationship he's ever had . 

ONE  OF  THE  GIRLS  :  tell  nobody  i  control  you  ,  i  broke  you  just  to  own  you  .  these  two  used  to  be  close  ,  literally  thick  as  thieves  .  probably  grew  up  together  ,  family  friends  ,  something  along  those  lines  .  they  know  some  of  each  other's  dirtiest  secrets  .  for  whatever  reason  their  friendship  was  starting  to  fall  apart  ,  recently  ,  and  he  knew  she  was  capable  of  ruining  him  in  more  ways  than  he  was  comfortable  with  .  he  knew  he  couldn't  let  her  have  anything  over  him  so  he  reeled  her  back  in  saying  he  loved  her  or  wanted  to  be  with  her  ,  whichever  .  basically  they  recently  hooked  up  ,  but  what  she  didn't  know  was  he  filmed  it  .  he  hasn't  told  her  about  the  sex tape  yet  but  he  plans  to  soon  when  he  also  admits  he  lied  to  her  just  to  get  her  to  sleep  with  him  .              

flings  /  one  night  stands  :  he's  been  attached  to  half  of  hollywood  at  one  point  or  another  so  give  me  all  of  them  .  maybe  they  hate  him  ,  maybe  he  hates  them  ,  still  hooking  up  ,  took  their  virginity  ,  someones  gay  /  bi  awakening  ,  were photographed hooking up on a balcony while on vacation , pregnancy  scares  ,  cheated  on  their  significant  other  with  him  ,  used  him  as  a  rebound  ,  give  it  all  to  me  .   

i  can  fix  him  :  this  person  is  convinced  they  can  change  him  and  make  him  fall  for  them  .  even  better  if  the  delusion  is  incredibly  deep  rooted  and  they  end  up  broken  hearted  in  the  end  .  

friends  :  this  can  be  a  broad  range  maybe  a  few  of  his  closest  friends  likely  has  been  friends  with  them  for  so  long  it's  more  like  chosen  family  at  this  point  ,  party  friends  they're  seen  going  out  to  the  most  popular  resturants  and  clubs  every  week  without  fail  and  it's  always  a  good  night  ,  fellow  models  he's  worked  with  ,  family  friends  .

clients  :  a  celebrity  tattoo  artist  needs  his  loyal  band  of  tattoo  obsessed  celebrities  .

enemies  :  he  doesn't  care  enough  about  anyone  to  consider  anyone  an  enemy  but  you  can't  be  as  much  of  an  asshole  as  he  is  without  a  few  people  hating  you  so  bring  them  my  way  .  maybe  he  beat  them  up  drunkenly  at  a  party  ,  banged  their  significant  other  (  or  parent  idk  )  ,  he  broke  their  heart  ,  or  embarrassed  them  in  public  ,  maybe  they  just  think  he's  some  snobby  brit  ,  the  sky  is  the  limit  here  .

pr relationship : i can see his parents trying to arrange one in hopes to settle him down or atleast give off the illusion that he's willing to settle down but odds are he'll ruin it within a week which could be messy and fun to play out .

TAKEN .

CHURCH  :  and  i'll  keep  leading  you  on  ,  if  you  keep  leading  me  into  your  room  .  these  two  have  been  hooking  up  for  a  while  ,  definition  of  a  situationship  --   it's  going  nowhere  but  he'll  tell  her  just  about  anything  she  wants  to  hear  so  long  as  it  means  she'll  stay  on  call  whenever  he's  bored  or  isn't  hooking  up  with  someone  else  .  i'm  not  sure  anything  he's  ever  told  her  is  the  truth  ,  whether  she  believes  his  lies  or  just  plays  along  in  hopes  that  one  day  he'll  change  his  mind  is  up  for  plotting. ( taken by carmen rivera )

[couples-sex-therapy]

Steamy Questions for Couples (Part 4)

Are you more aroused by the thought of having sex in a cheap but private motel room, or having sex on an open deck of an expensive yacht? Why?

Think of a time when you really enjoyed pleasuring your partner. Describe it to your partner in detail.

Do you think your partner would be more likely to fantasize about being paid to perform sexual acts on someone, or being paid to let someone perform sexual acts on them? Why?

You are lying naked in bed waiting for your partner. They enter the room holding a dildo and a butt plug. “Pick one,” they insist. Which would you choose and why?

What does your partner do that makes you jealous, and why does it make you jealous?

Are you more aroused by the thought of having sex on a balcony with a private scenic view, or a balcony with an open city view? Why?

Except for you, who do you think would be most excited to see your partner in the nude?

Which uniform do you find most attractive: military, school, police, firefighter, doctor, nurse, or flight attendant?

When your partner imagines having sex with you, do you think it makes them more aroused, or less aroused, to imagine you in restraints? Why?

When you imagine sex with your partner, does it make you more aroused, or less aroused, to imagine yourself in restraints? Why?

Imagine you are chained to a wall, naked and blindfolded. If you began receiving oral, how would you know if it was your partner?

In an office setting, do you think your partner is more likely to fantasize about a secret rendezvous in a dark and dirty janitor’s closet, or sealing a business deal on a mahogany desk in a large corner office? Why?

Would you be more excited to watch an erotic movie with your partner, or make an erotic movie with your partner?

If your partner were playing the role of a dominatrix/dominator, what would they do to make you feel the most pleasure against your will? Describe it to your partner.

Imagine you and your partner are filming an erotic scene of yourselves. Do you think your partner is more aroused by the thought of being on top, or the thought of you being on top? Why?

Are you more aroused by the thought of using a dildo with your partner, or using a strap-on with your partner? How would you use it?

Do you find yourself more aroused by the thought of pleasuring your partner with your hands, or pleasuring your partner with your mouth?

Which would you enjoy more: letting your partner try bringing you to orgasm using only their hands, or using only their mouth? Why?

What sexual talent of yours do you feel is overlooked by your partner?

What is the sexiest thing your partner does with their mouth? Describe it to your partner.

Do you think your partner would be more likely to enjoy an erotic novel written from the perspective of a personal trainer who earns his real money providing extra services to his female clients, or an erotic novel written from the perspective of an accountant who earns her real money providing confidential services to her coworkers?

Are you more aroused by the thought of using nipple clamps, a cock ring, or a whip?

Are you more likely to fantasize about giving oral, or receiving oral? Under what circumstances?

Would you rather learn about your partner’s sexual fantasies, or have your partner keep their fantasies secret?

What is the greatest pleasure your partner has ever given you during foreplay or sex? Describe it to your partner.

Are you more likely to fantasize about being secretly indentured to exploit your sexual talents, or be publicly admired for showcasing your sexual talents?

Do you think your partner would be more likely to fantasize about a scenario involving a doctor, or a nurse?

Would you be more aroused by hearing your partner describe their sexual fantasies, or by describing your own sexual fantasies to your partner?

Do you think you would have more fun with your partner and a box of sex toys, or your partner and a box of kinky outfits?

What is the most pleasurable way you and your partner could use a dildo? Describe it to your partner.

Do you think your partner would be more aroused by you playing the role of their prostitute, or their wealthy client?

In order of popularity, last year’s top five porn searches by women were: “lesbian,” “threesome,” “big dick,” “black” and “gangbang.” Which of these do you think your partner would find most arousing?

In order of popularity, last year’s top five porn searches by men were: “milf,” “japanese,” “hentai,” “korean,” and “ebony.” Which of these do you think your partner would find most arousing?

If you only had one chance to seduce your partner, what would you wear? Describe your outfit to your partner.

When it comes to your naughty parts, would you prefer to be licked, or sucked?

When you sleep, do you ever dream about sex? Tell your partner the story of the most outrageous sex dream you have ever had.

When your partner masturbates, do you think they are more likely to imagine penetration, oral, or manual stimulation?

Would you be more likely to choose an erotic movie that is set in an environment similar to yours, or vastly different from yours?

What is your favorite type of foreplay and why?

Would you be more excited to shop with your partner for lingerie, or for sex toys?

Do you think your partner would be more aroused by you playing the role of their favorite celebrity, or playing the role of an anonymous stranger?

Do you think you could make your partner orgasm the quickest using only manual stimulation, oral, or penetration?

Hypothetically, if you insisted that your partner choose someone to join you for a threesome, but allowed them to choose anyone they wanted, do you think they would be more likely to choose a man or a woman?

If your partner asked you to choose between two sex toys, would you choose hot wax or a vibrator?

Imagine that your partner is trying to bring you to orgasm using only their hands. Describe the two places on your body that your partner should concentrate and how.

Imagine your partner leading you through an enjoyable sex session that is slow and sensual. What position would they use to maximize your pleasure? How would they do it? Describe it to your partner.

Imagine your partner leading you through an enjoyable sex session that is hard and fast. What position could they use to maximize your pleasure? How would they do it? Describe it to your partner.

If you could only have one for the rest of your life, which would you choose: oral sex, or anal sex?

Imagine a time when you were extremely aroused but still had your clothes on. What made you aroused? Describe it to your partner.

Do you think your partner is more likely to fantasize about a scene on an athletic field, in a shopping mall, or at a firehouse?

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Couple Filmed Having Sex On Balcony, Video Leads To Woman's Arrest

Couple Filmed Having Sex On Balcony, Video Leads To Woman’s Arrest

Couple Filmed Having Sex On Balcony, Video Leads To Woman’s Arrest. A 36-year-old woman who is believed to be part of a couple caught having sex on a balcony has been arrested.   The sex tape, which is around 17-seconds long, shows a woman and a naked man having sex on a balcony in Hong Kong.   One disgruntled online commenter slammed the sex as a “diminishing of morals”.     Police say they…

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Starry, Starry Night

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex (m/rec), fingering (f/rec), slight dom/sub, etc

*Idk who to credit for this picture of our lord and savior, please let me know if it’s yours. This one goes out to my mullet!josh anons. Ya’ll are a feral mob of monsters, and I love you!*

Josh finds you on the balcony, staring up at the cloudless, ink-black sky. He snakes his arm around your waist from behind, startling you out of your quiet star-gazing.

“Whatcha doin’, sweetness?” he burrows gently into the crook of your neck. “Searching for life on mars?”

“Don’t do that!” you gasp, swatting away at his embrace. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry…” his lips press against your ear. “didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, you did.” you smile, sinking into his arms, you never can stay mad at him. “You’re only quiet when you want to be. When did you get home?”

He sways you back and forth in the warm evening breeze, singing a couple verses of Bowie’s Life On Mars softly into your neck before snarking, “Just now, and yes, I did have fun with my brothers, thank you for asking.”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “I was getting there. How is my Danny, the love of my life, keeper of my heart?”

“Not great, hon…I had to off him. Did him in and tossed him in the river for stealing the affections of my woman. Like our poor Luca Brasi, he sleeps with the fishes.”

Your eyes roll painfully “God, you and that movie.”

“Film, love.” he corrects. “The Godfather is a fucking film.”

“My apologies.” your hands travel over his forearms, up and down, up and down. “Shh, though. Enjoy the stars with me.”

“Okay.” he mumbles, dropping soft pecks of his velvet lips just below your ear. “But if we see a UFO, we’re flagging it down.”

“Oh, for sure.” you’re melting into his kisses already. “Wouldn’t want you to miss your ride home on the mothership, weirdo.”

“You’d miss me.” he argues quietly, with a nip of his teeth over your pulse point.

“Maybe so.” you concede. “I wouldn’t miss your mouth, though, Kiszka. Shh, you talk too much.”

“You wouldn’t miss my mouth?” he teases, with a grin evident in his tone. “I think you would. I think you’d miss it here.” he sucks a bloom of electricity into your neck. “Annnnnnd I think you’d miss it here…” his hands snake under your shirt to lightly pinch your nipples, and then retreat. “And I know you’d miss my mouth right here.” One hand moves to your throat as the other slips between your legs to cup your cunt. “Yeah? You’d miss my mouth right here wouldn’t you, sweetness? Who would take care of this pretty little thing for you? Hmm?”

“Take me inside.” you breathe, attempting to push away from the railing as he holds fast to you.

“No. Right here.” a firm hand at the small of your back pushes you forward. “Grab onto the rails.”

“Josh,” your hand reaches back for him, desperate to lace your fingers into his hair. “Someone could see and…” you suddenly fall silent as the palm of your hand ghosts into his curls only to be met with a shorn, velour sensation. Your heart skips a beat until your fingertips grace over the delicate curls that are, thankfully, still there.

“What did you do?” you gasp, fighting to spin around in his arms.

He holds onto you firmly “Ah ah ah, baby…you stay where you are.”

“I want to see.” The protest escapes you sounding whiny and petulant as your hands map out the undercut.

“Too bad.” he wraps his fingers around your wrists and guides them back to the railing. “You’re going to cum first. Right here. Just like I said, and then we’ll see what you’ve earned.”

“Baby, please…” you beg, working diligently to make it pretty enough to be deemed irresistible. “Fuck, please, just let me see.”

“You, sweetness…” he taunts smugly, while reaching to slide his hand into your pajama bottoms. “You get to have a look when I’m sucking your cum off my fingers, and not a moment sooner.”

Without waiting for your complaints, he nudges your legs open wider, and dips two fingers into your warmth…burying them completely in one smooth push.

Your body is a betrayal as it collapses against the balcony with a choked, sobbing moan. When he gets like this – cocky and demanding, bossy and god-like, it dismantles you. His normally soft and gentle demeanor morphs into something completely foreign and it unravels you in the most beautiful way.

“Better stay quiet,” he warns, tucking into that delicious spot inside you. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you getting your pretty cunt played with. Or would you? Maybe you want them to hear how hard I can make you cum with just my hand.”

You reach back and run your touch over his newly shaved sides, rocking and bouncing on his hand. “Please let me see. Fuck, Josh, please.”

“I said, not yet.” he snaps in a rasping whisper. “You know what I want.”

He curls his fingers further and you lose it with a wail you both fail to silence.

“Yeah, that’s it right there, isn’t it, baby?” he bites along your shoulder and presses his cock, rock hard and warm, into the small of your back. “That’s the spot. That’s that sweet little place that hides away just waiting for me to come and visit, huh?”

You nod frantically, fingers still raking over the clipped curls “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop.” his hand fucks away at you relentlessly. “Not until you give it up. C’mon now, baby…I’d really like to fill you with my cock right about now, so let's not keep me waiting.”

“Fuck,” the curse shakes out of you wildly. “So good…please, I’m so close.”

“Already?” he sounds pleased enough with himself that you envision slapping him. “I know just how to touch you, don’t I, doll? And where…all the places that get all worked up and needy for my hands, and my mouth,” he fucks into you faster, deeper, “and my cock…know just how to take care of my pretty girl, don’t I?”

“Yes, baby, yes…” the words are less than a whimper. “Yes yes yes…”

“Let's have it then, sweetness.” his mouth is pressed, hot and humid, against the shell of your ear, licking and kissing between his words “You’re dripping all over me, squeezed snug and gorgeous around my fingers. Wanna feel that pretty pussy on my cock.”

You tighten around him and it pulls a heavenly groan from deep within his chest…the sound alone sends you careening into that blissful little death right outside, under the stars.

“There it is…” he sounds tortured. “That’s my good, good, girl. Look at you…”

The second you step into a clearer head, you're fighting to spin around while he holds fast with a mocking tsk of his tongue. “Calm down, little lamb…you’re awfully pushy.”

He’s having way too much fun at your expense and you’ve had enough. “You said!” you huff, encroaching upon what he likes to call a ‘hissy fit’. “You said you’d let me see if I came and I did, so…”

“You did?” he cuts you off. “I couldn’t tell.” He shakes his hand and you can hear the faint sound of your release hitting the concrete at your feet in tiny spatters.

“Josh…” you sound pathetic, but it matters not.

“Alright, don’t break my heart with that sad little voice.” he drops a kiss just below your temple. “Turn around.”

You spin in his arms so quickly he is forced to steady you on your feet.

“Oh…” you breathe in awe. “Oh…oh my god…”

He remains silent, allowing you to turn his head this way and that, soaking it all in, adoring him. It is so reminiscent of the early days you almost believe you might be able to tug on a rat tail if you were to reach around to the nape of his neck. The sides are non-existent, shaved down close…it isn’t much, just trails blazed into his wild tangles by clippers, but the effect is drastic. He looks both older and younger, harder, edgier…and while a small part of your heart misses the softness, the angelic mess of curls, a much larger part has lost it.

“Fuck…” the word drags out of you slow and airy, full of desire.

“Yeah?” he smiles, gripping your hips deeply.

“Yeah.” you nod urgently “Take me inside…or don’t, I don’t care. Just, now…right fucking now.”

His thumb taps at your bottom lip and then slips into your mouth. You instantly suck it in, babying it against your tongue. “So soft and warm in here,” he whispers, nuzzling the tip of your nose with his own. “What if my cock wants a little kiss before I take you inside?”

Without thought, you drop to your knees, wincing when your body hits the unforgiving ground. “Careful, sweetness…” he strokes over your hair “Don’t break my favorite toy.”

In response, your mouth falls open, soft and wet, ready for him with wide, worshiping eyes.

“Look at my pretty baby…” he sighs, cupping your cheek with his left hand, tugging his cock out of his pants with his right. “All ready and willing to be sweet to me. Begging to suck me off with those bambi eyes. I love you very much. Do you know that?”

You offer a quick, half-nod and then your gaze is falling to the swollen head of his cock. “Can I have it, Josh? Please…right here.” your tongue, pink and inviting, slips out and waits…calling to him, beckoning him in.

He takes his cock in his fist, pumping it once, twice…and then he’s dragging it across your tongue, swirling circles into the flat of it, tapping and sweeping, while holding your jaw open with a hooked thumb.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos softly “Just lick it for me, just like that.”

You want more. You want him stuffed down into your throat…choking you, suffocating you…and he can see it by the furrow of your brow. “You want to swallow me, don’t you, doll?” he pets at your face with his free hand. “You want me to slide it in and fuck that pretty face?”

An embarrassing moan hitches out of your chest as you lick him and try your hardest to close your lips around the tip.

“I know, baby…” he soothes. “I know.”

With that, he pulls away and starts into the house while you blink away confusion, knelt to the floor of the balcony like a whore. Like his whore.

He stops at the threshold and turns with one hand on the doorframe, and one wrapped around the thick base of his dick. “You coming, little lamb?’

You start to your feet, but he shakes his head “I think you look very pretty down there, sweetness. Crawl.”

Falling forward onto your palms, you comply without question or shame…dignity has no reason to ever feel shaken with Josh.

“That’s my sweetheart…” he smiles gently, curling a finger to lure you into the house.

He waits in the hall, watching as you slink along on your hands and knees to please him. “You deserve a gold star, baby. Unfortunately, I’m all out of those…what would you like instead?” his fist is continually running along his length, squeezing and twisting over the head. You can’t tear your eyes away, and it makes him smirk. “This? You want this cock, pretty girl? Your cunt is so tight. So pink and lovely…maybe I should ruin it. What do you think?”

“Please…” you are now bowed before him, as if in prayer.

In reply, he reaches down and pets the crown of your head “Get up, sweetness…the last place you belong is at my feet.”

Rising, a shudder of lust quakes out of you when he grabs you by the waist and swings you around, trapping you between the weight of his body and the hallway wall. “Gonna fuck you right here, doll. Look…” he guides your line of sight, grip firm on your chin. “door’s wide open…the whole neighborhood is gonna know how fucking dirty you sound when you cum.”

A broken moan tumbles out of you before you can stop it. “You like that, don’t you?” he mocks your moan softly. “Little lamb is a whore.”

Your hands abandon those silky, newly snipped sides, and delve into his tangles, yanking and tugging. “Just do something already…goddamn, just do something.”

You haven’t even a chance to register his movement, but just like that, your pajama bottoms and panties are puddled at your feet and he’s hiking you up against the wall.

“Wrap your legs around me…” he pants, already lining himself up. “and hold on.”

When his cock brushes over you, a keening wail escapes you…it’s as though you’ve waited days, weeks, years, for this. “Yeah? You want that? Want it inside? Wanna fuck?” he nudges in and sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels how hot you are to the touch, how soaked.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes…” your eyes clamp shut as if warding off physical pain.

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and bites deeply enough to make you whine, then releases it. “I like it when you get all frantic like this. When you need me so badly you lose yourself to it…but I can’t wait any longer. Look at me.”

Your eyes flash to his, and the moment your stares lock, he drives into you. Filling you, splitting you open with that gorgeous, burning stretch. His name is a breathless, chanting mantra, and he nods along as he slams into you so ruthlessly you’re bouncing along the wall, pressed so fiercely against it you fear you might fall through.

He leans back, hands splayed out over your collarbone to lock you in place, and the change in position sends him sailing deeper inside you, at just the right angle. “Right there,” you breathe “Right there, Josh…don’t…please, fuck…don’t stop….”

“Awe, right there?” he sing-songs, sounding winded, “There it is again, isn’t it? My favorite little spot…now my cock’s come to visit, hmm? You like that?”

Your fists pound into his chest, body, mind and soul desperate for release. “Gonna…” a gulping, humiliating sound climbs out of you. “I’m…fuck…Josh…”

He knows you’re close, and he knows how much you love his voice in these crazed moments. You want his words floating along through your brain, undulating like filthy poetry across the expanse of your consciousness. “Do it then, little lamb.” he coaxes. “Be real sweet to my cock and just let go. Feels so good when you cum…wet and warm, so fucking tight. You gonna give it to me? Gonna be sweet?”

With a final pound of your fists against his chest, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into him. “There they are…” he groans. “My girls. I left them out, didn’t I? Gonna suck them slow and gentle until I fall asleep tonight…didn’t mean to forget them.”

When you begin to thrash around he rakes his hands into your hair, holding you still with a firm grip. “There it is…that’s my baby, I can see it coming in your eyes. You’re right there. Hush, little lamb…shh, just let it happen.”

It breaks over you like a thunderous squall, pulling you apart from the inside out. You are but a ship being tossed through violent waves…he is the storm ravaging the sea that threatens to swallow you up.

He fucks you through it, holding on until he is sure he has carried you most of the way, and then he is right there with you…beautiful groans and pants, curses and gasps of breath, your name and endearments, pouring out of him until you feel light-headed with Josh, Josh, Josh…

His forehead finds yours as you both work to calm yourselves enough to breathe normally…enough to think clearly…enough to float back down to earth…

“And to think, Sam said you’d hate it.” he smiles, when at last he’s found himself.

“Yeah?” you grin back, curling tighter around him when he pulls you away from the wall. “Well, no one ever said Sam was the brightest bulb.”

“Food and then another round?” he asks, teasing your throat with his lips as he carries you toward the kitchen. “Slow and easy, in our bed this time?”

“See? Ideas like this…” you smile, admiring his newly exposed ears “are why you are the brightest bulb.”

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The Damn Lipstick Kiss || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x f!reader

Words count: 864… really short, sorry. (But it's just a sneak peak, and a short blurb.)

Summary: You and this stranger had these little interactions every Friday, at the same club. It was almost religious the way you two were committed to it, but Elvis was dying to have more. And you'd have been lying if you said you weren't, too.

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing. Sexual tension, idk??? Maybe the next chapter, if I do write it, will probably include explicit smut.

A/N: Just saying this is more like a blurb that happened after I read a couple of Elvis and Austin!Elvis fanfiction, I really have to watch the film. And I do plan to write more about this universe because I really enjoy the ideas I had. And also, English is not my first language so I'm really sorry if there's any mistakes, or sentences and expressions that don't make much sense, you can always tell and I'll fix it. I'm still perfecting my English soo… and sorry if my writing sucks haha

From the balcony of the bar you had the privileged view of the entry of the club, even though you were well-hidden to anyone who entered the place. It was your little secret place and it gave you such an advantage over your favourite raven stranger, who wouldn't see you and couldn't do any of his tricks, like start kissing your neck before announcing himself. Which happened once and you almost hit him because you thought it was some random creep assaulting you.

It was odd, what you two had. These little provocative interactions on Fridays, but it was so fun and entertaining. Even though you both didn't pass from kisses on the neck and touches in inappropriate places, nothing too rough. But you loved to see him squirm with the little things you did. So did him.

You were normally the one to provoke and tease, but he found the perfect thing to provoke you about. 

His name.

You were dying to know his name, maybe because you couldn't figure it out by yourself, since no name you thought fit him properly.

And when you asked his name, he only said, "I'll tell ya, darlin. But only if ya kiss me." And just left. 

Just. Fucking. Left.

The only thing you could think about all week before Friday came, was him. And how to provoke him more than he did. 

And after thinking, you found the perfect thing. The thing that he wanted just as much as you wanted to know his name.

Your kiss.

While you leisurely drank your drink, He arrived. The perfect black hair falling a bit on his face, the stylish clothes and the so-sure-of-himself walk. 

His eyes brushed the room, looking for you. You grinned while he sat on a table, his back facing you. Perfect.

You finished your drink in one go, before walking to him, quietly and slowly. Even though the music of the place did a good job hiding the sound of your heels on the floor.

When you got pretty close to him, you leaned down, your breath in his neck, where you kissed softly. Your hands went to his shoulders, where you brushed and caressed as your lips mistreated his throat.

"Y/N." He let out, almost a moan; making you grin in his skin. 

One of your hands went to the pocket of your jacket, taking out a napkin and you kissed it, leaving a mark of your red lipstick. 

"What is it, love?" You asked, faking innocence. And then you bit his skin lightly, finally gaining a groan of him.

His hand went up to your hand on his upper arm, which he squeezed tightly. "Y/N." He repeated, almost like your name was a prayer. He turned his head, making eye contact with you.

You stood up, going to his front, so he could see you entirely. You gently settled the napkin on his lap before giving his shoulder a light squeeze.

You bit your lip as he looked at you curiously, his gaze dropping to your lips as you flashed him with a flirtatious smile.

Some bigger boldness flashed in your body and you couldn't but grip his chin gently, making him slowly look up to your eyes, your faces just a few inches away. 

Your smile grew even bigger when you saw him swallow hard as his gaze roamed over your body. Your hands slipped to his jaw and neck from his chin, caressing his cheek with your thumb. You leaned in just a little bit, and he did it too, lips so close that they almost touched.

He stared right into your eyes, the look on his face begging you for so many things at the same time. 

Then his mouth did it, "Please."

Please for you to touch him properly, please for you to kiss him, please for you to fuck him that night. And, God, you wanted it so fucking bad.

But you didn't. 

Instead, you placed a soft peck on his forehead, tapped on the napkin on his lap, almost touching his crotch and turned heel.

Just walked away, giving him the perfect view of your hips swinging in the rhythm of the music of the club.

And when you were almost at the exit door when you glanced at his table again soon enough to catch him reading the napkin. He sighed after saying what you presumed it was a 'fuck' and rested his back on the chair, breathing heavily. 

You giggled while pushing the door, seeing his look come to you again and you sent him a wink right before leaving the place.

He glanced at the napkin that was on his lap once more. Which said: "A kiss from a pretty girl." With that damn lipstick kiss on it.

He took it in his hands, staring at it. Then he flipped it, only to find the rest of the note. "Now, what's your name, stranger?"

He bit his bottom lip and exhaled slowly, driving himself to the image of you, the perfect sexy you. The one that could drive him mad with just a touch.

 He couldn't wait for next Friday.