#I hate the states I get when I wear jeans or a top that slightly reveals my chest

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Going out in India with the most eye turning outfit…knowing I’m gonna get looked at by peodos and regret my life decisions

[i-am-lifeform24]

Curated Companions: Part 3

--------------🔞Masterlist🔞Part 1🔞Part 2🔞Part 4🔞---------------

---------------[ ITZY Yuna - @capslocked ]---------------

There's rules of engagement here supposedly, beyond what's already broke. They're shockingly easy to ignore. She's supposed to count the money in the envelope, but she never does. She simply tucks it into her purse, folds her legs to sit in your lap, and kisses you. Slowly.

This whole coquettish drag and pull of a lip sorta deal.

"Listen," says Yuna, finally letting go. Her thumb traces idly over your jeans. "I was thinking. We could try, like... public stuff, for once, maybe."

"Like exhibitionism?" you ask. "Or some BDSM nonsense? Cause you're already pretty fucking kinky- Hey, ow."

She digs her nails into the back of your neck, pouting at you. "You're taking me out tonight."

"To the hotel bar for a nightcap, sure, and then we're back up here, fucking 'til your legs give out," you say. "You're killing me with this tight black dress shit, today, and I'm going fucking nuts with what that garter-belt thing does to your legs-"

"Nuh-uh," she corrects herself, a little bratty. "Tonight we're playing, like, regular couple people. As opposed to rich weirdos, who literally spend all their time together locked up in hotels."

"Hm. Hate it."

She wrinkles her nose, tracing a bright-blue-acrylic down the front of your shirt. She wears this expression like she's certain of the outcome, like you can't say no. "It'll be fun," she tells you. "You can knock me up in the bathroom, or whatever."

"Fine," you relent, brain stalled. You're in a bad enough state with the way her ass fits into the lingerie you'd bought her last month. "We'll do something normal."

"That's a promise," she sing-songs, smiling wide before flicking open the button at the top of your pants.

Yuna's the best kind of trouble - no less of a devil - and she's right. You're not a rich weirdo, but listen: everything is an experiment. Nothing is ever supposed to be permanent; nothing can be. All the arrangements, safeguards. Yuna calls you a pervert but the projection has been clear from the get-go. You get your hands in her hair, on her hips, around her neck, and her body gets you high as a fucking kite. When she's laid on her back, ankles crossed at your waist, you see the cracks in the game she's playing.

"Fucking christ, fuck, I'm-" she rasps, eyes hazy. 

The cute act comes undone mid-climax.

Your cock is stretching her so wide those big, gorgeous eyes of hers roll back in her head. You've got her pretty tits spilling out of the bra you never had the decency to rip, and a good part of your attention is devoted to how tight her little cunt flutters around you - another is dedicated to rubbing her swollen clit until she screams. You snap your hips into her roughly, hitting all the right spots as she writhes - and Yuna fucking loses it when she gets the chance, gets a hand on your neck as her head falls back and you're taking the reins: "yeah, there, come on, fucking give it to me, holy sh-hiiiit."

There's no pretense in fucking her like this; you kiss the hot line of her mouth and that's when it really unravels. You fuck the words right outta her until the only thing she can remember is "sir, sir, sir, fuck-"

"Aw," you murmur, slowing up to savor the way her mouth falls open. "Good girl. Does my little slut want to cum again already?"

Yuna lets out another quiet gasp. Her brows furrow slightly. Her cunt is fucking gushing, but- 

"No," she says, petulant. "Not yet."

"Are you sure?" You ask, not stopping your hips. "You've been pretty fucking cockdrunk, sweetheart."

Her mouth trembles a little, and then her back is arching so far her chest lifts right into your touch, and:

"Want you to breed me first," she whines. "Your cum. Please, fucking- please."

That, unsurprisingly, is also not in the rulebook: you're supposed to blow into a rubber, but on the third, fourth weekend you meet her, Yuna begs you, eyes big and glossy, and peels the condom off before you can think to argue. How are you meant to resist Yuna's hot little pussy hugging your bare cock like her life depends on it? How are you supposed to say no, with the way she's screaming as you pound her into the sheets - the way she chokes and stumbles all over her pretty pleas to fill her up - the way her arms curl tighter around you when you moan into her throat?

"Yeah, of course," you whisper, into her skin. "I'm gonna stuff your pretty cunt so fucking full."

It's some combination of filthy and nostalgic. When it starts, and stops, and begins again: you don't notice, because every second feels like its own cycle. You don't always cum inside her either - not when you take her to the shower and she instinctively lands on her knees, already enroute to the sloppiest, most mind-numbing blowjob. Not when her mouth rolls down over the head of your cock, guiding your hands onto the swell of her tits - not when her silky tongue and full, round lips slide down to the base.

She looks up at you and takes every fucking inch. 

You don't mean to fuck her face, seriously - it's just her eyes, her pretty, doe-eyed, gentle stare: the second you get both hands in her wet hair, it's hard to break that spell, is the thing. A goner. Lost to it. Her mouth, her lips, her- "Yeah, yeah, oh my god-" you groan.

She doesn't even flinch when you cum on her face, so serious, so debased and sexy in this fucked-out, used-up way, and then she smiles - this sly little quirk - when a rope of cum lands across her cheek. Her hair. Onto the glass behind her. The thing is: you're sorta doomed from here. You're already know you're going to fuck her every way possible; she doesn't even need instructions when you pull her up by the shoulder, flip her around, and fuck her against the shower door. 

"Yuna, sweetie, tighter," and she clenches around you immediately.

The wet skin-on-skin, the way she bites into her arm to silence the noise she's making: god, it's music, you can't let go, and it's better like that, her fucked-dumb little voice just - "You can be louder," you mutter, pressing your chest to her back so that you can bend down, lick her jaw and nip at her neck, listening for her quickening breath.

She moans prettily, makes it clear every time she sucks her lip into her mouth and lets it slip through her teeth as she exhales, that you should be making her moan more often. Your cock hits somewhere deep, some angle that makes her freeze up - oh, god, fuck, right there - and her grip on the handle goes slack.

She drops it altogether, actually: just lets you hold her hair and smear her face into the door.

"Good girl," you praise, feeling her pussy throb around you. You spank, you grab, you pull. You fuck and fuck and fuck-

Christ, Yuna. She’s licking the glass, licking it clean of your cum.

(And you make good on your word. You and your fuck-toy go unnoticed in a public bar, dressed to the nines. She'd slid her long hair behind her ear when she drank, had made pretty faces as you sipped champagne. When you walked out with a hand at the small of her back, she smiled at everyone you passed, her red-lipsticked mouth dazzling in the cold air.)

"I got you a gift," she says later in the cab, which is generally not how these things are supposed to go - her tone is also usually different, too, but the fact is that you'll give her anything.

"Oh? What's that?"

"I'm wearing it, actually." Yuna turns, pulling up the hem of her dress enough to bare her gorgeous ass. There's a silver plug keeping her open, shining and slick. "Well? Shouldn't you put me through a round of testing?"

"Baby," you say, a little strained. Her eyes light up. "That's fucking cheating."

And maybe, technically, not actually following the rules: Yuna sits back, one knee over the other. "Fuck, it feels amazing," she admits in a dreamy, syrupy voice. “But I’m still missing your cum inside of me, honestly. So, y'know."

--------[ fromis_9 Nagyung - @maemisnippets ]-------

You park in a dimly lit street. The lights of the city peering behind the building beside you. Only a few people coming off work walk up and down the street you’re in, looking for a quick bite or drink the rest of the night away. 

Tap tap tap. A silhouette, with long hair and a petite body, appears on your window. You couldn’t see her face too well through the tinted glass, but you can see her signaling to roll your window down. And so you do.

“What are you doing here?” Her eyes come into view.

“Nothing,” you reply. “Just looking around.”

“Looking around?” She talks back. “That’s what they all say. You’re not one of those crazy fans, are you?”

You stare blankly at her, confused on what she’s talking about. “Listen. I’m just here to chill—”

“Do you know who I am?” She cuts you off.

“N-no?”

“I can help you ‘chill’. Just name your price.”

“Um, I have a couple hundred on me right now.”

“Good. Let me in.” You let her in through the other front door.

She wastes not a single second. Her hands travel to your pants, unzipping it. You help her by pulling it down as she takes out your erection from your underwear. She parts her hair to the side before placing your tip against her lips.

You feel the wetness of her lips as she takes in your length, coating it with her spit. Her hand tightly grips the base of your length as she starts sucking your cock at a moderate, steady rhythm. You stifle your moans while trying not to give much of a reaction with your body.

She gives you a sly smile. “Would you mind me making a mess in your car?”

“How much of a mess?”

“Only a tiny bit.” She giggles.

“Does it come with extra?”

“No. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, go for it.”

She pauses for a second, staring at your damp erection. She grips your length again, gathers all saliva in her mouth, and gives you that HAWK TUAH.

Her spit lands everywhere. A few drips down to your seat, but not much to be worried about. She sticks her tongue out, contacting your tip and gets back to business. She bobs her head up and down as her lips glide on your length more smoothly. She goes deeper too, taking as much of it in until you reach the back of her throat. 

You feel your climax coming. Your member throbbing signals her of your impending burst, yet she still persists. She slowly increases her pace and starts stroking you in sync with her blowjob. You grip the seat next to you.

“Oh, fuck,” the only words you mutter. You burst a full load into her mouth. She keeps swallowing threads of your seed, but you keep it coming. You use your other hand to rub her head as she still tries to swallow while struggling to keep everything from dripping out of her mouth.

After what felt like forever, she sits up next to you trying to catch her breath. You reach for your wallet and grab three of the biggest bills you find. You hand her the money, “Is this enough?”

“Pleasure doing business,” she answers, grabbing the money. She gives you a small peck on the cheek before stepping out of your car.

“Scored another one today?” Jiwon greets her.

“Fucking company isn’t paying us and I need the money.” Nagyung replies.

“Think he’ll go for sloppy seconds?” Jiwon smirks.

“Go for it.” Nagyung slaps her ass. “You throat slut.”

----------[ TWICE Mina - @costinblazetwice ]-----------

As you watch this dark-haired woman envelop your cock with her mouth, leaving a red ring from her lipstick at the base, you find yourself drifting back to how all this began.

The owner of this huge hotel chain you were staying at had expanded into the escort business and this was a secret that only got passed around to regulars. When you had gotten your hand on the list of all their new available escorts, there was one Japanese girl that caught your attention by the name of Mina. That day you had called her in to keep you company for the night. 

She had arrived wearing a black shirt neatly tucked into her black shorts. She was a shy and sweet girl so it served as a surprise when the clothes came off and she immediately took control, pushing you onto a chair and getting to work with her mouth. 

Your thoughts are abruptly pulled back to the present as an overwhelming pleasure surges through you. Mina's expert tongue and lips bring you to the edge, her eyes locking with yours, filled with a mix of seduction and raw desire. Her hands grip your thighs, nails digging in just enough to add a hint of pain to the pleasure. 

She pulls away just as your hips begin to buck signaling your climax. All you can do in response is groan as strands of spit being the only thing connecting Mina’s mouth to your cock. She takes a hand and uses the spit to lube up your cock before picking herself up and waking over to the bed which she then sits on, turning around so she’s on all fours, giving you a full view of her puckered asshole and the glistening shine over her slit. 

“Don’t make me wait,” Mina says with a seductive drawl, looking over at you from her shoulder. 

She doesn’t need to tell you twice. 

You move behind her, your hands gripping her hips as you guide your cock to her entrance, plunging in with one fell swoop as Mina moans out in ecstasy. The remainder of her spit on your cock and her juices combine to allow you to penetrate her fully and comfortably. 

You leave your length buried deep inside Mina, your hips pressed firmly against her ass. With a deliberate touch, you slide a wet finger into her asshole. She lets out a muffled moan, her body quivering beneath you. Your finger moves in and out with a brisk pace, both of her tight holes clenching around you. The air fills with the rich, musky scent of her stuffed holes, one with your finger and the other with your cock. An intoxicating aroma that is both dirty and erotic.  

“Fuck me already, please,” Mina drawls out, lightly shaking her ass in anticipation. You pull your finger out, using your tongue to wet your thumb which you then place directly at the entrance of her asshole. 

“Yes, m’am.” You reply. 

You pull back, your cock leaving her tight cunt with difficulty as it clenches down, refusing to let go. Once it sits at the entrance, you immediately thrust back in, causing Mina to let out a shriek as her knees give, causing her to collapse on the bed stomach first. 

“So good,” she groans out, face resting on the pillow. You position yourself over her, each of your hands planted firmly on the bed beside her to keep your balance. She's lying flat on her stomach, her body pressed onto the mattress, her legs slightly parted. This position allows you to thrust deeply as you hover above her, your weight supported by your arms, letting you control the rhythm and depth of each thrust.

You quicken your pace, each thrust driving deeper into her. Mina's moans grow louder, her body trembling beneath you. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, her arousal soaking your cock. She grips the sheets, knuckles white, her face flushed.

"You feel so good," you whisper into her ear, her breath hitching in response. 

The air thickens with the raw, primal scent of sex and sweat. Every breath you take is mixed with the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, mingling with your own musk. The smell of her wetness clings to your cock and permeates the room, driving you wild. Mina's hair is damp with sweat, her skin glistening under the dim light. Her ass is stained a light red from all the thrusting, signaling the intensity of the moment. The overpowering, musky scents envelop you both, heightens the ecstasy coursing through your veins. 

You feel the pleasure building up within you and it’s becoming more difficult to hold in. “Fuck, Mina…” is all you can muster out for Mina to understand. You pull yourself out completely and watch as Mina rolls herself over, now laying on the bed with her flushed face facing you. You begin violently jerking your cock, gaze wandering from her slim waist to her petite breasts with her hardened pink nipples. 

You decide for neither but instead for her mouth where her awaiting tongue hangs out. You could only groan out Mina’s name as you release where her tongue sits, climaxing into her mouth. She keeps eye contact with you as she swallows the liquid in its entirety, offering you a sly smirk. 

You lean in, panting, and murmur, "You're my personal escort now, Mina. I want you available anytime I need you." She smiles back, a playful glint in her eyes. "I think you might need an extension," she teases, ready to repeat the events of the night, not just now but for many nights to come. And only for you. 

----------------[ ITZY Yeji - @syeollock ]------------------

It falls, droops past the horizon - and now it’s a blackout. It happens too fast for some people with how cooped up they’ve been: surrendering their time to serve others, earning their keep. It builds up. It stresses them, pushes them over the edge of the barricade, set by whomever, to prevent what's currently happening: them careening on the rocks, skin and flesh tearing at the slightest impact as they get closer and closer to terminal velocity - through impossibility and then some. 

And here you are, braving through the settling dusk, arriving only when the moon’s set itself atop your head - smart to procure your services at the dead of night. 

Just like always, you perform one last check of yourself - there’s a certain standard that you uphold to yourself; after all, you are being paid and this is the least you could do for these troubled individuals. 

It rings, the same annoying, unending, and inevitable ringing that started this escapade. No answer. You check your watch - you’re not late - It ticks and ticks. And for some reason, it mimics the scrambling behind the door of your destination. Enter… well, exit Hwang Yeji, ITZY’s - yes, that ITZY’s - group leader and also your most prominent client so far. 

The sight of her prompts you to turn away. “It was me,” she says with the slightest attempt of hiding her chagrin, “I was the one that called for you and… your services.” 

Chalk it up to collective karma but somehow the Hwang Yeji is in front of you in all of her glory. Keep calm. She’s not exactly who you had in mind as your first booking for the night but certainly not someone you’d decline - not like you have a choice to begin with. 

“Ma’am? Miss? What would you like me to call you?” you say as she lets you through the gate. No response. You’d think she didn’t hear you but you were at arms length with her. And so it was, your words have gone on deaf ears, Yeji’s ears as a consolation, but not what you’d call welcoming, so you decide to take matters into your own hands - aka doing your job. “Yej-” 

Her dainty fingers meet your lips - salty and shaking. Yeji pulls you to the walls, narrowly avoiding the lighthouse-of-a-light from the windows. “Look,” she whispers in the most breathy way possible like she’s got a finger sticking through her rib, “don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not exactly allowed to be seen with a man… especially in hours like these.” 

“Yeji,” you take her by her wrists, “colour me rude, but my time isn’t exactly cheap. You should know that.” 

“Of course!” Yeji gets a bit too defensive, accidentally flaring her voice out, “fu-” She mumbles, spits even, as your hand interrupts her expletive, something you didn’t expect would come out so naturally from an idol’s mouth - both the word and bodily fluid. 

“Really? Is this what the Hwang Yeji is capable of?” 

Yeji pouts, craning her neck down, putting her eyes on full display as they take shelter under her furrowed brows. 

“Got something to say?” You’ve laid your hands on her already, albeit not sensually so why not go further - trace a finger on her chin, your nail skating along her nerves, dropping further until you start to thumb her collarbone.  Her jaw slacks and she tries to let a word out, however, you’ve sucker punched her, taken the wind out of her sails - your finger a hurricane that stirs something inside her.

Her string of words - not even - are barely able to make it through, “Y-you… I want you.” 

Yeji is as upfront and direct as one can be, and it still somehow takes you aback. “M-may I ask abou- what about me -” you pause, recompose, “- in particular has got you wanting me?” You’re stumbling on her stairway. 

She goes a step too far - a step too close - Yeji leans, places her body weight on your shoulders, pushing you through her door. She props herself up on your shoulders and whispers, “Are we really going to waste time on this?” Caught up in the moment, you couldn’t help but stare - how this creature of myth nuzzles its way to the crook of your neck, how it looks up at you with this unmarred admiration, the same unquestioned look lemmings have before they go plunging down the cliffs..

Yeji debunks it all - an urban legend - with just her lips, the coming to blows of your lips. She’s kissing you, the soft little tug on your clothes, that little look of a successful leap of faith. It’s needy, messy as her tongue slips through your slack jaw. It’s this heavy intoxication that has you feeling like you’re at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, like you’ve just woken up from a heady herbal mix of a concoction. 

It takes a few minutes - a few minutes of lips locked together, tongues wrapping around each other - before you realise the gravity of the situation. Your lips part, instead you take her by wrists, feeling her ramping pulse, and turn her around, back to your torso. “Is this what you had in mind when you called?” you say, thumbing her jaw.

“Ok, don’t judge,” Yeji starts, pausing for a slight moment of repose, “but I… I was looking for something rough, you know? Some stress relief, maybe? Nothing beats getting thrown on the bed with no regards, have my hair pulled, oh God…” 

“Hell, you could have had me gagging on that cock of yours,” she bundles herself tight into your arms, rubs her dainty ass on your cock, “maybe even filled to the brim with your hot cu- Sorry…”

Two, maybe three, hours ago, this person in your arms was yet to be Yeji, and now you’ve eased yourself into her ribs - being the lingering annoyance that could either get her smiling from cheek to cheek or satisfy her more masochistic side.  

You wrap around her with a tad bit of desperation, perhaps realising that your time is running out. “Hey,” you dip your lips into her nape, “I’m not objecting.” Yeji’s head falls back, “God, you’re cute…” She flushes pink - plum - her ivory-like teeth spilling at the corners. 

She draws the vowels out, “So you’d ruin someone cute? Someone like m-” 

“Yes. Someone like you.” Your eyes meet, and you give her one last kiss. “Fuck - sorry - this is nice but I have other clients to attend to. I gave you an extra hour… just cause, but I really would have loved to meet your expectations. Why don’t you book me again tomorrow?”

“No,” a giggle escapes her lips, “no way you thought I was that much of a cheapskate?” 

“Sorry?” You tilt your head quizzically, brows furrowing.

“I booked you for the whole twenty four hours dummy.” 

----------[ Aespa Ningning - @thelibrarian69 ]----------

It was simple, Ningning just had to be your date to your high school reunion. Live up the falsehood you put up, just like anyone there. Any extracurricular activities of the night was up to her. You weren’t rich after all and couldn’t pay for the guaranteed activities to end the night.

“I’m guessing this is good night then?” You and Ningning stand in front of her luxury hotel room door.

Out of your pocket, you pull out a white-thick envelope. You hand it to her as she takes it. A quick peer through it and she closes it.

“Why don’t you come in for a drink? Need to make sure I don’t owe you any change.” A drink with Ningning was nice but you know you gave her the right amount.

“I’m pretty sure I gave you the right amount but if there’s extra, think of it as a tip.” Ningning chuckles at your statement and grabs your hand.

“Come on.” You don’t fight her as you follow her through the door.

The loud smack of your envelope lands on the table, as Ningning pours the two of you a drink. You eye her up and down, examining every detail of her body, from her hour-glassed shaped figure, to her pristine legs.

You're handed the drink as Ningning takes the other. Tapping her glass against yours, Ningning takes a sip. You do the same, as the drink coats your flavor pallet. As you savor the taste, Ningning sets her drink aside. Removing the cup from your hand, Ningning strips you of your jacket.

Your tie is loosened along with the buttons on your shirt. You know what’s in store for tonight, as Ningning soothingly touches your chest.. The touch brings out the excitement within you.

Making the first move, Ningning’s lips connect with yours. The two of you share a passionate kiss.

The kiss breaks, as both you and her make eye contact. The moment is sweet and tender before Ningning drops down to her knees. Undone are your pants and out is your cock, as she grabs it.

Back and forth her hand moved, as she jerked you off. Locking eyes with you, Ningning placed wet kisses on the side of your cock. Each kiss makes a trail leading to the head of your cock. Ending the trail, was a last kiss on the head of your cock.

The kiss turns into a wet lick, that’s soon followed by you entering her mouth. You shudder to the feeling of Ningning’s wet mouth. Each entry of your cock into her mouth was heavenly. Her tongue worked effortlessly on your cock, as her head moved back and forth.

As she works on your cock, you reach down and pull the straps off her shoulders. The action makes her unsheathe you from her mouth. A stare at you and a bite of her lips, she takes in the upper part of your cock.

Ningning locks eyes with you again, as her blowjob gets more aggressive. Her tongue swirls around and flicks at the slit of your cock. Her grip on your cock is harder than before, as it works the lower half of your cock.

All of that soon acclimates to a hands-free blowjob. Fucking her face on your cock, she took you in. In and out your cock went, feeling every inch of her mouth as you hit her throat.

You tense up as your cock is buried within her throat. You use all the willpower you can to not cum. A teasing smile and hum comes from her, as she spits you out and plays with your cock on her lips. A few taps of it on her lips and she gets up on her feet.

A sultry-loving stare is given to you from Ningning. She makes her way to the bedroom, as her figure lures your eyes to her. A step in front of the bed and she undoes her heels. They drop to the carpet floor with a thud. A pull of the zipper and off is her dress. Revealed to you is her alluring back and the skimpy black panties she wore.

A look back at you and you step out of your shoes and pants. You rid yourself of any remaining clothing and make your way to her. You hug her from behind and cup her bare breasts, feeling how taut her nipples are. You place kisses on her neck, before finally choosing a spot you like and sucking on it.

Ningning hisses out to your bite and suction. A gasp follows her hiss, as you grab on to her clothed pussy. You feel how warm it is, as you start rubbing it. Her hands cling onto your wrists as she melts in your arms.

“How… How do you want me?” You unlatch from her neck, thinking of how you wanted to fuck her.

You push her onto the bed, before turning her around. Dropping to your knees, you pull her forward. Sliding her panties to the side, you latch on to her pussy, eating her out. It doesn’t take long for her to push your head into her. Breathless moans spew out of her until the inevitable happens.

Her juices wash over your tongue and into your mouth. You drink up whatever heavenly nectar you can, as Ningning trembled within your grasp. You let her calm down and collect herself.

You keep yourself accompanied with your hand until she’s ready again. Peeling her underwear off, Ningning spreads her legs for you. With two fingers, she spreads her pink pussy apart for you to enter in.

You line yourself up against her. A firm grab of a leg and hulling it over your shoulder, you slip into her. She gasps out and clings on to the bedsheets above her. You feel how tight her insides wrap around you.

You bathe in the pleasurable feeling as you fill her to the brim. A breath in and you move your hips. Slow and easy you were at first, as Ningning’s moans slowly spew out of her. All of that changes though, when you speed up your pace. A yelping scream and louder moans soon follow.

You use her hole in the way you like, hard and fast but savoring with each thrust. Your hips come to a halt, as you feel the slightest tingle of sensational relief. You pull out and collect yourself, as you rub your cock on Ningning’s sensitive clit.

As you gather yourself, Ningning removes her legs from your shoulder. Moving back, she turns over to her stomach, showing you her back side. A move of a leg and you know how she wants you to take her from behind.

Straddling the prone leg, you slip into her. Ningning braces herself on an elbow and turns back to face you. No warm up is needed, as you pick up right where you left off. Her head drops, as she feels how big you are.

You support her lower back with a hand and grab her lush thigh with the other. You ram away at her, as her head tilted in place. Her juices coat your shaft, as her ass ripples and her tits bounce to each impact you deliver.

As the sound of you clapping away at Ningning’s ass fills the room, you see the whites of her eyes. She blinks vividly, as her incoherent moans die out. Her insides tighten around your shaft and within moments your cock is washed over with her slick.

Ningning’s head drops down, as her hair blocks your view of her beautiful face. You brush it aside, as you turn Ningning over to her back. Still connected, you pull a leg over your shoulder and fuck Ningning again.

The sudden thrust surprises her, as she grabs on to your forearm. Her nails dig into you, as she cries out in pleasure. You halt your movements and quickly remove Ningning’s hands off you.

Pulling her other leg over your shoulder, you leverage your position and get the higher ground. The change in position makes Ningning's eyes widen.

With a snap of your hips, Ningning cries out. She shuts her eyes as you start pounding away relentlessly. Each thrust you deliver, fills the room with the sound of your balls smacking against her ass and her incoherent moans. You aggressively chase after your orgasm until you finally reach it.

A hard slam into her and you cum for the first time tonight. You explode inside of her, sending every amount of cum you can into her. Each shot is better than the next and brings you the greatest sense of relief you’ve ever felt.

Releasing Ningning’s legs from your shoulders. You bury yourself within the confines of her neck, as she weakly embraces you. The two of you wait patiently for each other’s second wind to kick in, as a means to satisfy each other once more.

---------[ BADVILLAIN Emma - @coldfanbou ]---------

“How are you doing, mister? You seem down.” A woman asks you, bending over to be at eye level with you as you look up. “I can help you with that.” You meet the woman’s eyes and ask her name. “Call me Emma,” she says, smiling and shaking her head, her red hair shining in the evening light.  The two of you continue the conversation, where you learn Emma was an escort. “If you really want to forget about her, you can come with me.” Emma is proactive, sitting on your lap and caressing your face. “Come on, Daddy.” She says softly. You glance up at her, meeting her smirk. Emma was reading you like a book, figuring out what you’re into just by meeting your gaze. You agree, and Emma climbs off your lap, taking you by the hand and hailing a taxi for the two of you.

You exit the taxi with Emma and stare at the building in front of you, nervous.“Come on, Daddy. Don’t you want to go inside?” Emma says in a low, sultry voice. She runs her fingernail along your chest, slowly rising to your neck and finally stopping at your chin. “I thought you wanted to have some fun.” You stare at the door to the love hotel, wondering if you should go through with it. “That wife of yours cheated on you. Why shouldn’t you get to have some fun?” She whispers to you like a devil on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure to make all your worries disappear.” Emma grabs your hand, leading you inside as the last of your doubt fades away.

You pay for the room, enter the elevator, and head to the top floor where your room is. You step out and see it at the end of the hallway. Emma grabs the key card from you before intertwining her fingers with yours as she holds your hands and runs ahead. You follow her, listening to her laugh as she taps the card and pushes the door aside.

Emma wastes no time, getting you to the bed and pushing you onto it. She pulls down your pants and rubs your cock through your boxer, licking her lips as she feels your cock get harder. You stare at Emma, watching her smirk grow larger as she pulls on the waistband and frees your cock. She grabs it gently, her grip slowly getting tighter as she runs her hand up and down your shaft. “You’re so hard, Daddy. Is it because of me?” She asks, pulling the bottom of her top up to reveal her perky tits. Dark brown nipples topped her tanned breasts; Emma felt your cock twitch and laughed. “Thank you for liking them, Daddy,” She says, shaking her upper body so her tits swayed. Emma bent over, her hot breath hitting the head of your head before you felt her tongue run along the underside. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fit you inside,” She says, wrapping her lips around the tip of your cock, her tongue gently lapping it.

“Ah, Emma.” You groan, her warm tongue swirling around the tip.

“Yes, Daddy?” She asks, a smile on her face as she takes control. “What is it, Daddy?” She asks when you don’t respond; while she waits, Emma moves her tongue quickly over the head.

“You’re so good at this.”

Emma smiles and pulls away, “It’s my job.” She says before standing up and unbuttoning her pants. She let them fall to the floor; her lacy black panties were the only barrier now, and they disappeared just as quickly. You took in Emma’s tanned body, noticing her toned stomach. Emma picked up on your staring, “I was a dancer.” She says casually before climbing onto the bed and straddling you. Emma grinds against you slowly; she moans softly and grabs your hands, placing them on her tits. “Mmm, Daddy, I want you.” She groans, rising slowly off you. Emma grabs your cock, rubbing it against her folds before pressing it against her entrance and sinking onto it. She tilts her head back, letting her low moans fill the room as you stretch her cunt. “Ah, Daddy, you’re so big.” She moans as she slows down, taking her time as she finishes taking in your cock.

Your grip on her tits grows rougher as you feel how tight she is. Emma smiles, enjoying the roughness. She begins to bounce on your cock, slowly at first.  Every time Emma bounces on your cock, she becomes a little faster until she’s slamming herself down on you. She leans down, kissing you, her tongue invading your mouth as she continues to ride you.

Your hands move down to her waist for a moment before reaching for her ass. You spank her roughly, earning yourself a cry of pleasure from Emma. “You’re being so rough, Daddy.” She moans as you spank her more.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” you grunt through the pleasure.

“Only for you,” She says, continuing to ride as you grab her ass and begin thrusting. Emma’s moans grow louder, barely contained by the love hotel’s thin walls, as you both near your climax. You thrust quickly, driving your cock deep into Emma before burying yourself inside and cumming in her. Emma rocks her hips as you cum, letting her walls flex around your cock in different positions, draining you of your cum. She tilts her head back, groaning as she feels your warm semen being pumped into her. As she returns her gaze to you, Emma rubs her stomach, “You filled me with so much cum, Daddy. I might get pregnant.” She plants a kiss on your cheek as you rest. You end up falling asleep. When you wake up, you find a note from Emma. “Thanks for the good time, Daddy. I took my payment. I hope we can do this again. I’ll meet you in the park when you want to. Here’s my number.”

-----------[ Le Sserafim Yunjin - @praeluxius ]----------

"Back again? Chip in the box, you know how it works." The doorman is crisp down to every last detail, from his red suit to his slick-back hair to his expensive silver-plated glasses. You hit the button on your wrist, the metal drops away from your skin and falls into the box. The doors of the Stray Sheep retract and it's all so red. The couches, the bar, the rugs, the furniture, the chandelier even, as if the whole bar was dipped in blood and set out to dry.

"The lamb has come to play. What'll it be?"

"The same as always, Ithill," you tell him, with your typical droning voice.

"The wife still giving you that same old problem?" He laughs as if he knows the answer before the question is ever said. "There's so much desire in you tonight. Well, I have a solution for you. Why don't you take a drink from this full-bodied red tonight? Guaranteed to appease your thirst. A special vintage." He pushes a goblet toward you. It's made of gold and holds a swirling concoction that pulses with energy like blood in a heart.

"And what will this one cost me?"

"Everything. And nothing." He stands looking down his high-bridged nose at you, his jet-black shades obscuring his iris. He's a towering hulk of a man, and he wears his ruby-red suit impeccably. He laughs something terrible and deep, and you laugh with him. "As it always does."

"As it always will," you swallow air in a big gulp before reaching out for the ornate goblet.

"Bottoms up, and drink deep."

The goblet reaches your lips, cold metal on soft, sensitive skin. The liquid climbs from the cup, and so red it is, consuming and overwhelming. All you see is red. Blood red. Wine red. Red as fucking hell. Redder. Your vision blots black now until there's nothing. Your lungs don't take air, yet you don't feel the need for breath. You don't even notice your own heart. Nothing.

The first thing you see is her hair. In an ocean of black, something breaks the waves. Red. Her fingers slip through her locks, teasing a curling spiral into being. Red nails. So red. You find yourself transfixed.

The colour of love. Or hate.

A finger at her pouty, perfect lips tells you all you need to know. No words. In an instant, she's closer. Soft, full lips on yours. She breathes heat, and the embers spark inside your gut.

Her fingers are all over you now, her painted fingernails scratching, digging at your skin. Where your clothes should be, but they aren't, they're gone. A voice whispers into you. Whispers from all around you. They cry out for you—at you. Whore. Cheat.

You're erect. No, erect isn't right. The word itself isn't right, somehow. Not just the tingling excitement of a hot woman around you, but also a certain sort of discomfort. Unyielding and stiff. Wood, solid as a two-by-four. An arm's length protruding, inhuman erection. You're a little sick, sickened. Yet, you have no problem imagining exactly what you plan on doing with it.

She bends a leg around you, long and lithe. Her arms surround you. Embrace you. You're sitting on something soft as her lips work at your neck and you sink back. It's not a chair. You're falling and falling into a silken embrace. Skin burning when her teeth leave marks on you.

She slides across you like a snake on the sand. Slowly, softly, predatory in nature. Those lips of hers meet yours. And then a tongue, and then the embers within turn to flames. Hot, the inferno builds and burns within you. Tongues intertwined and slippery and warm. The smell and the taste are incredible. Strawberries, coffee, chocolate. Lavender, rosemary, jasmine, vanilla, sandalwood, cedar, patchouli, lily. Why are there so many?

Your eyes flicker shut. Your body relaxes. Let her consume you. Let her devour you. There's nothing left to feel anymore but her. She consumes you, all of you, so deep into her that there's no hope of separating where she starts and you end. All you can see is her, all you can taste is her, feel her, smell her, know her. Her who has no name.

"Yunjin." A question unspoken, but answered nonetheless, from your thoughts to her mouth. "Will you give me your world?"

You want to. You have no world. You never did. Nothing to lose. A family you've shamed already. You have her. Give her everything. Give her all, you fucking whore. Cheater. Hypocrite. Worthless man.

You're as deep in her as far as your hardness can go, and she's riding hard. Not wild, but constant. Hard, steady work. Eyes locked, hearts synchronizing, even with hers beating in some other realm. Thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

Flesh hits on flesh, sweat-drenched as you are. You kiss at her breasts, bite her neck, and whisper her name over and over, thrusting deep within. The sweet sting of her long red nails against your arms.

Hands on her ass, you hold a grip so tight it could squeeze the red of her skin right off and let the black pour out. You fuck into her so far, so hard and fast, her tits bounce. Her long hair hangs limp and swaying over her shoulders, yet that smile of hers never vanishes. Never breaking, never fading, always smiling, grinning. And you cum deep. Cum so hard as the orgasm rips out of you, squeezing her deeper and deeper, bringing her right to you. Her walls tense; you let them squeeze it all out, everything you have left.

When it should have stopped, it didn't. The orgasm tore away inside you and wouldn't fade. She laughs and moans, writhes and screams, the sensation becoming so powerful and so overwhelming that the world itself shatters around you.

Spiralling lights of red and darkness break into view like fireworks, like stars burning a brilliant death, breaking in their light, dancing across the air like mist or steam. Every sensation in you blazes, your body, heart, and soul. Still, you burst with rapturous exultation beyond mortal measure, and only does it stop when she has drained from you everything she needs, everything she desires. And only then can you slip back into a slumber.

She climbs from you as you drift away, her eyes burn a scintillating red as she towers over you. Her teeth grow sharp. Wings of leather burst forth from her skin and her flesh crawls with grey and grey and darker grey, morphing before your very eyes. Your body is a rag. You cannot move. Yet your mind does not fade as sleep takes you. You still see her in all of her glory, beautiful and horrific, grey and crimson red and black and twisted.

Yunjin. The name that escaped from your lips. A demon—set upon you by Ithill.

Ithill.

Lilith.

-----------[ IVE Rei - @banananutsmuthie ]-------------

You’re not sure how much money you’ve already spent. Hell, you’re not even sure how many times you’ve been here, but who’s counting? The only number that matters now is ten minutes. 

Ten minutes not because that’s all you need; you’d stay all night until you’re fucked to death by these idols if you could afford it. And as soon as she walks through the door, those ten minutes start to melt away from the timer on the wall, counting down to inevitable. How ten minutes feel like a lifetime and yet like a fleeting moment is beyond comprehension.

And yet, it’s just enough time to fulfill those nasty little fantasies you’ve had of this sexy fuckable idol.

Rei is wearing this little leather number—shorts hugging those breedable handles she calls hips and a top that’s selling those bountiful breasts harder than a used car salesman. She goes through the whole spiel of telling you her name and what group she’s in. 

“Yes, I know who you are,” you respond.

Rei looks behind her to where your anxious gaze meets the timer. A small gasp leaves that tiny frame of hers from how little time you’ve rented her out. 

That’s fine. She’s a pro and knows exactly how to cater to her clients. First, she tugs off her shorts that struggle briefly at the widest part of her hips, then climbs onto the bed on your already-naked lap (hey, time is money). That tight, juicy pussy rubs against your cock as she wraps her arms around your neck. Rei gives you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen from these pretty little fuckdolls.

“So what’ll it be?”

You don’t even need to answer. One glance down her tight top and Rei knows exactly what you need. She grabs you by the shaft, lining her opening with your tip before sinking down the entire length of your cock. 

“How’s this feel?” she whispers, her sultry, warm breath beating against your ear.

You give her a soft slap on that supple ass, but it’s her hips that call out for your hands to grab hold. It’s uncanny how ergonomic they are as your hands start to piston her body up and down your hardening cock. She’s already wet from a couple thrusts, coating your cock the more you delve into Rei’s tight pussy.

But there just isn’t enough time for a full fuck marathon, is there? You know it. She knows it. So when she’s satisfied with just how rock hard your cock is throbbing inside her, she gets off your lap. Rei’s getting on her knees, and she’s about to make the space between your parted thighs her home for the next seven minutes.

“I’ll take care of you, just let me do all the work,” she assures.

Rei conjures enough saliva and manages to aim it between her breasts, using her index finger in her cleavage like she’s stirring cream into her coffee. The sight alone is almost worth the price of admission. When she’s satisfied, she leans closer, taking your cock underneath her top and through her breasts, right where her saliva and the pussy juice she already lathered on your cock form to make a not-so-holy makeshift lube.

And. Holy. Fuck.

Look—it’s not every day you come across a well-endowed idol like Rei. Sure, there’s Karina and Eunbi, but they’re a little out of your price range. But Rei? Literally the best bang for your buck. This girl’s tit job is suffocating.

At first, she starts slow, letting you enjoy it before the real fun begins. She’ll push her tits down on your crotch until the tip of your cock breaches the surface of her cleavage before bobbing back up as the soft inside between her chest envelopes your cock. She pushes her breasts together, jiggles them to make sure you get the whole experience. Even slaps her tits a little. And then she repeats. Again and again.

But it’s not enough. You want more. You crave more. Rei smiles because she knows. She zips off that top, and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. Rei’s perfect perky tits are a godsend. She’s pushing them together even tighter now against your hard cock, her soft fair skin pulsating and shimmering in her own bodily fluids. Rei checks back at the timer behind her: less than three minutes left. You try to reach out and pinch her nipples but she’s pushing to overdrive and bobbing way too fast now.

“Shit, Rei!”

You can’t help but exclaim just how good she is. It’s her devilish smile. It’s those innocent eyes goading you to drench her tits. It’s the little beads of sweat forming at the top of her chest starting to mix with her spit and pussy juice. It’s Rei pushing her breasts together tighter, pumping against your cock faster, clapping her breasts together louder. 

And just like that, she’s got you. She’s fucking got you.

Now, not since Vesuvius wiped out Pompeii has there been absolute destruction via explosive eruption. But this? History books will be rewritten on what happens here. They’ll talk about the precursors: the telltale tremors against the bed as you clench the sheets tighter, feet locking around Rei and pulling her closer, every muscle tightening up. Historians will talk about how long you tried to hold out, which makes this eruption even more violent than usual.

You, however, are not a historian. You’re writing this story in real time, balls wound up so tight, cock almost numb to Rei’s constant rubbing until you finally explode. The first shot is a rocket to the moon, white hot magma raining down on her breasts in chaotic disaster. And it just keeps coming. Rei is giggling with just how well she’s milking you with her milkers, continuing to take her between her tits until she’s fucked you dry.

By the end of it all, Rei’s left in a mess between your legs. There’s cum everywhere. It’s beautiful. A shot reaches the stratosphere, and in the aftermath, a glob of white at her hairline. Her lips catch another stray string of cum that dribbles down her chin, but the destruction really rests on those breasts. So much so, that it’s almost hard to believe with how much real estate her breasts take up, you’ve managed to cover a majority of her chest. Rei’s breasts are such a national treasure, that what you’ve done to this poor girl’s chest will qualify those drenched tits as a candidate for a UNESCO World Heritage site.

You can’t help but repeat yourself of a job well done. Shit, Rei!

“What can I say?” she says with a satisfied smirk as she uses your knees as leverage to help herself up off the floor. She grabs her tossed garments, but she lets you watch that tight little ass jiggle bare-naked with each step on her way out. Perhaps that’s another conquest for your next visit. The timer on the clock blinking three zeroes makes sure of it. 

Rei stops at the doorway and lets you take it all in one final time. Three fingers swipe at the sticky mess on her stomach, following the trail up between her breasts before wiping the remnants dangling from her chin.

“So,” she says after gulping down what she’s collected on her fingers, “I hate to ask—”

The delirium of a mind-blowing tit job almost drowns out what she’s asking, but you’ve been here enough times to know the question. It’s clockwork. Doesn’t matter if it’s Rei or one of the other idol escorts—it’s the immutable, universal question. So before she can even finish asking, you give her the answer you always give, the only answer that ensures both of you are satisfied:

“Five stars."

-------[ Lee Chaeyeon - @brokennightmares01 ]-------

Do people ever really get a second chance at life?

A question that humans more often found themselves asking. With all the sins that a human commits on a daily basis, the constant fear of losing their chance at life constantly chases them. This idea very much applies to yourself. 

“Fuck, just like that baby~” The girl beneath you have been on your dick for a while now. Her accumulating saliva—coating your tip all the way to the base. You’ve already lost count on how many times you called Chaeyeon, however she was a sin that you would always commit.  

“M-master, fuck me. Fuck me in the face like you always do.” You’re the one supposed to be in power in this situation, but you ended up following her words. Taking a handful of her hair you forcefully let her face meet the end of your crotch. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, not a single gag reflex activated from the girl. You even felt a slight breath on your skin as she inhaled more of the musky scent. After a few more seconds you released the girl, who’s gasping for air, but her expression was thankful for your actions. 

Still chasing your high, you held on the girl’s hips, pulling her over to you as you cores met. You feel how wet the girl is as your cock slips on her slit. 

“Choking on my dick has made you this wet?” A stupid question when the answer is right in front of you. Not wasting any more of your time you plunge yourself inside her, making her arch her back. 

“Too much, too much, too much, ahh,” she moaned to your relentless pounding, her legs already shaking from the orgasm that she’s having. “Outside p-please do it outside, I’m not safe…”  With complete disregard to her pleas you shoved your cock one last time you shove yourself to the depths of her insides. You’ve cummed more than twice already yet your cock keeps painting her walls white. Once you pull out some of the excess start to drip down her thighs. 

You’re panting from all the movement that you have done, and you took a stick of cigarette to smoke. The sound of the breathing is then interrupted by the ringing of your phone. You pause for a second thinking if it’s the right thing to answer, but suspicion would be higher if you didn’t. 

“Hello, love!” A cheerful voice greets you on the other line. 

“How is my…” a moment of hesitation hits you. The realization that you even have the right to call her the next few words has entered your mind. “ … love of my life.”  You felt your throat dry up, and your eyes glanced at the body of the naked woman laying down a few feet from you. 

“I’m doing good! I really miss you. By the way I called to remind you that the dinner with my parents and sister is pushing through,” you sigh silently the guilt is not helping you as your hands begin to tremble. 

“Of course I didn’t forget.” You told her, and after a few more exchanges she hangs up. 

“You’re trembling now after talking to my sister, pathetic.” Chaeyeon turns to you, a devilish smile on her face. She’s right, moments ago you were relentlessly fucking her like you didn’t have someone waiting for you at home. “Don’t worry about her, she 'll never find out what we have…” The girl sits up, pressing her still sweaty body on your back. Her nipples were still hard as she started to rub on you.   

Do people ever really get a second chance at life?

You know there isn’t one for you. 

[imaniwriting]

Can you maybe do

Rafe and Yn are on vacation with their parents. They have to share a room but they hate each other extremely. yn broke her leg a few days ago and rafe is still mean to her and don't care about her but yn begged him to help her?

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 (requests are open)

Warnings : swearing, mentions of drugs, slightly suggestive (let me know if i missed any

Summary : when y/n broke her leg on vacation she certainly didn’t except Rafe to not show empathy, after all he was the reason

Genre : ?? Idk doesn’t really count as angst or anything at all

You already hated this vacation. It was true the moment you stepped on the privat jet that the Cameron’s and Your parents had bought you knew that you would regret it.

Not only did Rafe bug you the whole flight to Guadeloupe but he also didn’t let you sleep at all. But the worst one was when you walked out the airplane the stairs down and he tripped you causing you to break your leg.

That was the moment you realized that these holidays were officially over for you. You couldn’t swim you can’t even play any of your favorite sports. All because of Rafe Cameron.

And then when you thought nothing could get worse it did. You had to share a room with Rafe. You were an only child and Sarah insisted she had to share her room with Wheezie.

“God, you asshole could you at least fucking help me with the stairs?” You exclaimed when you saw Rafe walk up to your room. He just flipped you off and chuckled to himself before his father came into the view and gave him a knowing look making him groan out and walk back down where you stood.

“Yeah that’s what I-“ you started but cut off by him picking you up by the waist and walked up the stairs. When he got to the top of the stair case he let you down, surprisingly gentle.

“Shut up,” he said walking into the room you had to share. When you did too you saw that he laid in the only bed in sight typing on his phone. “Mom!” You screamed making her almost immediately run to you. Even Rafe looked up bored from his phone. “What is it Baby?” Said Rafe mockingly “you need your tummy rubbed?” He continued standing up to walk over to you and poke your belly his face awfully close to yours and then he left the room not before eavesdropping on what you had to tell your mother that was so urgent.

“Mom, where is the bed I’ll be sleeping on?” You asked staring at the bed where Rafe had recently been in. “Sweetie there it is.” Said your mom pointing at the exact bed that was just mentioned.

You let out a groan slammed the door shut to try and get changed. Well tried. You couldn’t get out of your pants without hurting yourself. Of course you decided to wear jeans when you departed from Outer banks.

“Mom!” You yelled hoping she would hear you even though the door was closed. “Mom! I need help!” You shouted this time louder. “ you let your head hit the cusion of the mattress.

“ Need help?” Asked Rafe who was leaned against the doorway. “No dickhead that’s why I was yelling for it” you stated sarcastically going for a third time of yelling but Rafe cut you off before you could. “They’re not gonna hear you” said Rafe while closing the door behind him. “Why? Did you kill them or something?” You asked pulling the oversized t shirt you had on over your head to Change.

“No they went out.” He answered walking closer and closer to you until he stood right before you. “Well move I need to change.” You said. You tried to pull the pants off but nothing helped you groaned out in pain while Rafe just watched you.

“If you want to stare at least help.” You said when you saw his eyes run over your whole body. “No I’m good right here.” He said not ashamed to stare. “Maybe if you said pretty please” he offered tapping his finger on your chin. “Pretty please” you begged desperately trying to get the jeans off without it hurting to much. “You know I like it when you beg.” He said running his hands down to your waist band to get the pants off “but I much rather like it if you begged for something else.” He added his mouth almost pressed against your ear.

You stared at him felling a weird feeling build up in you but before you could question it he pulled away and left the room leaving you breathless.

[xerocares]

Very specific HP Headcanons (Marauders Edition)

James Potter-

•Mom friend- constantly holds pain killers for Remus, bandaids for everyone (mainly Sirius and himself), cough drops for Peter, etc.

•Instead of constantly trying to ask out Lily, he kept trying to impress her with random muggle things he learned (from Remus)….and it failed every time.

•Will help anyone. He’s not afraid of a Slytherin, if they’re stuck and ask for his help in a class, he’ll help anyone but the Slytherins Sirius has blocked off for him (Regulus, Snape, Barty Crouch Jr, and Evan Rosier, there are more tho).

•Coddles all his friends, and will argue with a teacher about them not getting detention. Example: Remus wasn’t using cuss words! He was helping me with my notes!! I didnt understand what was happening and he helped me, don’t give him a detention!

•Early bird, has to drag Sirius out of his beauty sleep for quidditch practice.

•Secretly loves hanging out one on one with Remus, because Remus doesn’t expect him to be 100% of himself when they hang out, doesn’t get to do it often though because Sirius is usually attached to either of their hips.

•Loves soft textures, and has some sensory issues, so he’s had his school sheets replaced with softer ones.

•Will put his (very short) hair in a tiny ponytail and put on crop tops, mainly to just make the people around him laugh.

•Loves seeing people laugh, and with the Marauders, he loves being able to make Remus and the girls (Lily and Marlene only) laugh, because it gives him an ego boost since they’re significantly harder to make laugh.

Sirius Black-

•Acts like he knows Muggle sports (he doesn’t) and confidently states what’s happening in games on the tele (he gets everything wrong to Remus and Lily’s amusement).

•Lady-killer (he breaks their hearts because he usually doesn’t feel that much for them, except for Mary, she was the exception to that)

•Hated getting his hair cut, not just because he loved his long hair, but when looking at himself in the mirror, he looked like Regulus. He didn’t like that

•Hates being alone (constantly has a fear of loneliness instilled by his parents bc if you were alone it probably meant they were mad/planning something)

•Perfect singer

•Still apologizes years after ‘the prank’

•slightly hated Peter because the bloke lowkey reminded him of his family.

•Only ever really trusted James. Yes, he loved Remus, he told him his secrets, but he really only let James hear the worst of it.

•Stole everyone’s clothes, not just Remus’. Mary’s got a cute skirt? It’s his now. Remus has a really comfy jumper? It’s his now. James’ jesery is out in the open of the room? It’s his now. Peter’s cardigan is laying on the floor? It’s his now. The list goes on.

•Lily is a close confidant. She is fully honest with Sirius, and never holds back. Remus and James hold back sometimes in what they’ll say, but since most of the time they’ve known each other Lilys hated him, she speaks what’s on her mind to him. He adores her for that. They have the twink + red head duo energy.

•Crude jokes all around. It’s his cousin’s wedding? He’s whispering a crude joke to Regulus about how her dress looks like a pig shat on it.

•Can’t stay still when sleeping.

•Hates the smell of lavender.

Remus Lupin-

•Mumble-sings to himself.

•Average introverted queer reader (-the fact he’s a werewolf)

•With what little money he has, he buys more and more jumpers, just for Sirius to steal and wear around him (he enjoys how they look on Sirius).

•Thrifts majority of his items. His records? Thrifted. His shoes? Thrifted. His jeans? Thrifted. Nothing he owns is knew when he buys things for himself.

•The Marauders are his found family. No matter what AU, atyd, or like any other one, they are his found family, even if he already has a family! He finds joy in their presences, which I think is new for him, so he loves them like family.

•Lily is his twin. She’s his sister, she’s the sibling he never had. He’s the brother she never had. They’re two puzzle pieces that make a whole, and two people who’d only drift apart by death.

•He’s a girls girl, a lesbian protector, and a woman’s activist. He’s the ideal man.

•Soft with everyone in the Marauders, even Peter. He and Peter got along, but drifted apart when Sirius and James stopped always doing their own thing when the other two were around. But he and Peter were still close, and they’d share a tea from time to time and talk about life. That was before Peter betrayed the Marauders of course.

•Before moons, he gets extremely possessive of Sirius. He’s more attached, like glued to Sirius’ hip kind of attached. When around other friends, he’s got a hand on Sirius’ waist, usually not paying attention to the conversation, just standing there by Sirius.

•After moons, he’s less attached and more cuddly. Unlike before moons, after moons he’s more likely to curl up on Sirius’ chest, letting him do the talking while playing with his hair. He’s very soft like, and not one bit possessive, he just wants to be hugged at all times because it hurts. So, he’s usually wrapped around Sirius or Sirius is wrapped around him while they sit on the couch and watch a movie or something.

•Does need a walking stick after full moons, used the excuse of chronic illness at school as a cover up.

•Has Sirius’ Quidditch jersey in his closet. Wears it after Sirius is put in Azkaban, claims it still smells like him.

•In an AU where he and Sirius had a kid (but the events still play out), he is very attached to the kid, given it looks just like Sirius, and won’t let it out of his sight. He’s afraid it might leave him too. But sometimes it’s hard to look at the kid, so he has to distance himself for an hour out two and let the kid sleep in another room because he can’t take it.

•Not a jewelry fan

I would do my boy Peter, but this thing has been in my drafts for DAYS and it’s long enough. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 of this if people actually like it 🤷‍♂️

[theherosvillain]

8: Welcome to the end of eras

Previous - Masterpost - Next

Vale lived in a penthouse on the top floor of his headquarters. The place was shiny and modern and reeked of wealth. The living room alone was almost as big as my house (not that my house was very big, but still), and the spired glass chandelier hanging above it must have cost more than my aunt’s car. There was a glossy grand piano that looked as though it had never been played, behind an angular leather couch that seemed too expensive to actually sit on. Other than the museum-esque, do-not-touch living room, there was a dining room that seated a dozen but likely only ever saw one, a state-of-the-art kitchen straight out of a home design catalogue, and a second floor balcony that led to four bedrooms, only one of which was occupied. At least, up until now.

Vale opened the bedroom door and flicked on the lights, and I gaped. The room was huge. Plate-glass windows dominating one wall, a queen-sized bed barely taking up its own side of the room, and opposite that, doors to what must have been a bathroom and a walk-in closet. The floors were marble (fucking marble, in a bedroom). It looked like a five-star hotel suite, complete with a total lack of personal affect. I couldn’t imagine myself living here.

It took me a moment to register that Vale was speaking. “—leave you to get cleaned up. There are some clean clothes in there, but we’ll have to find you a more permanent wardrobe soon.” His gaze flicked judgmentally down to my tattered jeans and grimy hoodie.

My face burned. “There’s nothing wrong with how I dress.” True, I was a villain on a budget, and it wasn’t glamorous. But with the shit I got up to, I managed to ruin my villain getups pretty regularly. It wasn’t worth investing in anything nicer than what was available at the thrift store. And, also, he was the reason I hadn’t changed clothes in several days, so he didn’t get to complain.

Vale looked doubtful. “I have an image to upkeep, and so do you. You’ll get a new wardrobe soon.” Before I could protest, he turned away. “Come downstairs when you’re done. Dinner will be ready soon.” I bit my tongue as he left me alone.

The bathroom was cavernous, and despite the lack of windows, I felt utterly exposed. I showered quickly, wincing at the sting of soap and hot water over reopened scabs, pointedly not looking down at the extensive bruising on my ribs. Despite the physical pain and the uncomfortably barren bathroom, it was a relief to wash off the grime of the past few days.

Had it only been a few days? It felt like so much longer. My thoughts flickered to how things must be going at home—my aunt freaking out, my friends worrying … Had anyone told my mom about my disappearance—?

My stomach flipped. I twisted the shower knob to cold so I could pretend thatwas why my hands were shaking, and I let the water wash the thoughts away.

The bathroom counter had more space than any one person could possibly need, and it was empty except for a first-aid kit and a stack of clean clothes. I cleaned and bandaged everything that needed it before getting dressed. The clothes were brand new, simple but clearly expensive, which I sensed was the theme in Vale’s house. Everything was slightly too big, and I rolled up the waistband and shirt sleeves so they wouldn’t get in my way. The scent and feel of stiff, unwashed fabric had my skin crawling. I’d felt clean for a few precious moments after showering, but putting on these unfamiliar clothes made me feel grimy all over again.

I glanced at my old clothes, which I’d left in a heap on the floor, but there was no way I could justify putting them back on. They desperately needed to be washed; plus—and I hated that this had to factor into my decisions now—Vale wouldn’t like it if I showed up to dinner wearing my old clothes again. Even knowing that, I was hyper-aware of each shift of unfamiliar cloth against my skin as I reluctantly left the bedroom and headed downstairs.

I couldn’t shake the churning feeling in my stomach as I crossed the vast living room and passed the threshold to the dining room. The dread felt irrational. In the past few days, I’d been kidnapped, beaten, and had my life turned upside down several times over. Having dinner with Vale shouldn’t have felt like the worst of it. And yet I felt vaguely ill, my palms sweating as I spotted him sitting at the head of the table. He wasn’t wearing his blazer anymore, just a white dress shirt and a loosened tie. It was weird to see him without it, like seeing a turtle outside of its shell.

The opposite end of the table was the only other place that was set. It was ridiculously cliché to be sitting at two ends of such a long, empty table, but I was just relieved that I didn’t have to sit any closer to him. “Do the clothes fit?” he asked.

I shrugged, fidgeting with my rolled-up sleeves to avoid eye contact. “They’re a little big.”

He frowned, and I wondered what criteria he’d even used to guess the sizing. “Well, Hilma can take your measurements tomorrow.”

I don’t want Hilma to take my goddamn measurements, I thought, feeling childishly stubborn about it. If I had to work for Vale and live in his stupid fucking penthouse, I at least wanted to pick my own wardrobe. Better yet, I wanted to be at my own house, wearing my own goddamnclothes.

But I didn’t say that out loud. If I opened my mouth now, I had no idea what might come out of it, and I was too exhausted to risk pissing Vale off.

The kitchen doorway swung open. Vale’s housekeeper, Hilma—because of course he had a housekeeper; Vale was rich and important, but I guess someone had to do the chores—arrived silently, carrying two plates of food. She placed the first in front of Vale, since he was closest. He didn’t even acknowledge her. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but I found myself judging him for it. I hoped her paycheck was large enough to make up for his ungratefulness.

Hilma crossed the room and placed the second plate in front of me. “Thank you,” I said quietly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her nod. She didn’t look the least bit surprised, but then, she’d maintained a poker face when Vale had introduced me earlier, too, despite my days-without-showering crustiness. In any case, she left the dining room quickly, the door swinging shut behind her.

My stomach felt like a hollow pit as I stared at the plate in front of me. The food looked restaurant-quality, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the fork. My skin itched beneath my stupidly expensive clothes, and even though I didn’t look up, I felt the weight of Vale’s gaze on me. Did he expect me to speak? I couldn’t bear to hold a casual conversation with him. “You should eat,” he said finally. “You must be hungry.”

“I’m not.” My stomach chose that moment to growl.

He sighed, having the nerve to sound annoyed. “Phantom.”

I gripped the edge of the table. I couldn’t look at him. I was afraid that if I looked at him, all the rage simmering under the surface would burst out of me, and I couldn’t afford for that to happen. I took a deep breath and counted up to fifteen, slowly, reminding myself of the consequences that an outburst would bring.

Vale began speaking, sounding as though he were choosing his words carefully. “I realize that this is going to be an adjustment for you—”

I couldn’t stop the incredulous laugh that escaped my mouth. “You fucking think so? You kidnapped me, and now you’re making me live with you—” I cut myself off before I could say anything worse, feeling as though my grip could snap the solid mahogany table in half.

When I hazarded a glance at Vale, he looked unfazed. “Are you finished?” he asked flatly.

All thoughts of not making things worse flew out of my head. “Fuck you.”

His eyes narrowed, and my heart leapt into my throat. “Just this once, I will let that slide,” he said. “I recognize that this is difficult for you”—the understatement of the century, although I managed not to point this out—“but I expect you to settle in sooner rather than later.”

Another threat piled on top of the rest. Adapt, or else. I didn’t fucking want to. I didn’t want to stay here long enough for this to become my life, because this wasn’t my life. I had no desire to stay here long enough to become the type of person who was okaywith all this. I didn’t want to be his apprentice, his son, and holding onto my somewhat petty defiance felt like the only way to keep it from taking root.

I took a deep, deep breath, struggling against the stream of insults that threatened to explode out of me. Before I could formulate a response, Vale continued. “Give it time. You’re more resilient than you think. In the meantime, try not to make yourself more miserable than you have to be.” He nodded to my untouched plate. “Eat. That’s an order.”

I wondered, for a brief moment of white-hot rage, whether my telekinesis could break the dining table, or maybe shatter those huge windows overlooking the city. Then I forced myself to pick up my fork. It pissed me off that he was ordering me to eat, but even I had to admit that starving myself wouldn’t do any good. “Fine—yes, sir,” I corrected myself, miraculously speaking the words without gagging on them.

Vale looked, if not pleased with me, then at least placated by my cooperation. He made no further attempts to speak, and though it didn’t make the skin-crawly, visceral wrongness of the situation go away, it made it a hair more tolerable. I managed to choke down enough food to justify excusing myself, and then headed back up to the bedroom.

It was so empty that the sound of the door closing actually echoed. It made me flinch as I turned to face the room, which was about as personable as a dentist’s office—a very fancy one, but nonetheless, not a place where I wanted to live.

I frowned when I saw a folded set of pajamas at the end of the bed. Hilma hadn’t passed through the dining room at all during dinner, and I’d thought the only way upstairs was through the living room. There must have been a back way. What was it called, a servant’s stairway? Like in an old mansion? Because of course Vale could afford stairs just for his housekeeper. Fucking rich people.

I didn’t want to get changed just yet, but I didn’t know what to do with myself. I paced the length of the room once or twice, confirming that it was just as unnecessarily huge as I thought. I closed the curtains to hide the dizzying view of the city, which gave me some measure of relief. And that was about it. With no personal affects to fiddle around with, there was nothing for me to do except sit here and think, and that was just intolerable.

Then it occurred to me that I could try to scrub the blood and sweat out of my hoodie and jeans. I headed for the bathroom—only to find that the spot where I’d left my rumpled pile of clothes was now empty. I froze, staring at the floor for a moment, as if that would make them appear. I checked everywhere in the stupidly big bathroom, even the trash can. My clothes were nowhere to be found.

My thoughts flickered back to the pajamas on the bed. Oh. Of course, Hilma must have taken them—they were filthy and needed to be washed. But it occurred to me that a millionaire’s housekeeper probably had a much lower standard for “unsalvageably dirty” than I did, and the thought filled me with anxiety. My clothes may have been worn and torn and blood-stained, but they were mine. They were the only things I had here that were mine. I made a snap decision and headed downstairs.

In the living room, Vale was sitting on the couch, watching the news on the overlarge flat-screen TV. He glanced up as I passed, raising an eyebrow. My face flushed; I felt like I’d been caught sneaking around his house. I cleared my throat. “I’m looking for Hilma. I wanted to ask her something.”

He scrutinized me for a moment before returning his attention to the TV. “Fine,” he said, waving a hand. “I believe she’s still in the kitchen.”

I found Hilma finishing up the last of the dishes, her back to me. “Um, Hilma?” I asked. She turned, drying a still-dripping frying pan. I shifted awkwardly. “What did you do with the … the clothes that were in my bathroom?”

“They were very worn out.” She spoke with an accent I couldn’t place—maybe Scandinavian? I didn’t have time to identify it before her next words hit me. “I thought it best to just throw them away.”

“Oh.” I cleared my throat, trying not to let the despair show on my face. “Okay. Sorry to bother you.” Before I could lose my composure, I turned and hurried back the way I came.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, it was a struggle to keep the tears from falling. I pressed my back against the door with a fist to my mouth, feeling ridiculous. My hoodie and jeans were both worn out, torn and patched in multiple places. They weren’t even the first outfit I ever went villaining in; more like the third or fourth iteration of my costume. But they were the last remaining shreds of my old life, the only thing I had to hold onto. And now I’d lost them, too.

I crossed over to the bathroom and turned on the shower so the noise would muffle my sobs. Vale had made it clear that he didn’t want to see me wearing those clothes ever again, anyway, but … I could’ve kept them. Secretly, of course. I could’ve had one thing here that wasn’t stiff and exorbitantly expensive. When I buried my face in my knees, it didn’t exactly help that my pants smelled like faint hints of designer perfume. Maybe the tear stains would help break them in.

Once the tears tapered off, I just leaned my cheek against my knees and sighed. I desperately wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed and wear my own fucking clothes. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to survive the next … however long I was supposed to endure this. The rest of my life? Jesus fucking Christ.

I’d been in the bathroom a long time when I heard the bedroom door open. I stiffened, going silent. Briefly, I heard footsteps, but no one knocked on the bathroom door, and the footsteps receded after a moment. The bedroom door closed again.

I waited a few minutes, but I didn’t hear anything else. Wearily, I got up and turned the shower off, and then headed into the bedroom.

My heart leaped when I saw the stack of black clothing on the end of the bed, right next to the new pajamas. I rushed over and grabbed them, shaking them out, and I choked on another rush of emotion as my jeans and hoodie unfolded in my hands. They were clean now—still stained, but clean and here, and that was all I cared about. I clutched them to my chest and cried, feeling absurdly relieved.

Once I was all cried out, I carefully refolded my clothes and carried them to the walk-in closet. A quick inspection told me that it was completely empty, though I got the feeling that would change soon. But I picked out one of the bottom drawers and stowed my clothes away in the back corner. As long as Vale never saw it, I could have one thing for myself here. That would have to be enough.

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Title credits: Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! at the Disco

Tag list: @toyybox (if you want to be added, just ask!)

[pigeonfactory]

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Blah. I really need to post on here. So let’s start with an old short thing I did a while back. Kind of bleh.

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Cold.

Why am I so.. cold?

I wake up alone, laying in sheets of snow so cold it blisters my skin. I wear no jacket, no jeans. Simply a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that reads “The Beatles”. Converse sneakers run in dirt, snow and blood. Where am I?

Everything I see is dark, dark, and darker still. Thick snow runs alongside a river. Chunks of ice swim in deep blue as fog dances over top. I almost think I can see light beyond it. A bright white light. The other direction is less friendly. Towering trees which look like they might reach out and grab me, shading the forest in a pitch black hue. Twisty and statuesque, I would hate to be a lumberjack. The shadows are uninviting. I hear the whispers of things no living person should be able to. And yet… I feel the urge to wander into it grow. Something is pulling me in, is it the trees?

So, I walk. No, not into the trees, not yet. Just along the river. I have no clue what I’m doing all the way out here, and I have no idea who I am. What I do know is that I am inappropriately dressed for the cold, and I like The Beatles. I’m not sure how far that’s going to get me. But as I continue to walk, I realize something. Something strange. I’m no longer cold. Every step I take makes me feel warmer. Despite the location and state of dress. After a few more steps it is unbearably warm. But I don’t have any extra clothing to abandon. So I keep walking.

I cannot tell how long I’ve been walking for now. Maybe it’s hours, or maybe it’s days. Weeks? My brain becomes hazy, and I stumble as I walk. I reach into my brain, desperately grappling on to any and all memories I can resurface. I can remember a few things. I remember… my 17th birthday, my favorite jacket I had ruined at a party, a bracelet I always wore. Except for now, apparently, whenever now is. I grip the wrist that holds the memory of the jewelry, the left one, and continue to walk.

Now, I end up somewhere I don’t recognize. It feels familiar but I can’t recognize it amidst the snow. I feel angry. What is it I can’t recognize? It’s a house. A small bungalow with Christmas decorations in the front yard. It’s along a row of other houses, but this is the one I am drawn to. Warm light seeps out of the windows and into the night sky, And much like a moth, I approach.

Up the pretty stone pathway, past the lopsided snowman and up onto the rickety wood porch. I look inside. I see a family. A young boy in a red sweater, making gingerbread cookies with a kind blonde woman. A slightly older girl with her hair in braids, decorating a christmas tree with a man in a.. business suit? Cheerful laughter rings through my ears despite the walls, and I realize I recognize this family.

The little boy turns and looks out the window I stand in, and I wave, trying not to startle him. But my body is glass, and he sees right through me. He turns to the woman, and tugs on her dress.

“Mommy, I heard something outside.”

“It’s probably just the wind, buddy,” She coos lovingly, patting his head. “Nothing to be worried about.”

“But.. What about Amy? When is she coming back?”

“Don’t worry about her, sport,” The dad chimes in. “You know your sister can take care of herself. I’ll bet you she’s on her way back here right now.”

These words fill me with dread. I scream. Or rather, I try to. I bang on the window, I cry. But they can’t hear me and there’s no way for me to warn them…

That Amy is never coming back.

[maybeimamuppet]

okay i gotta ask: why on earth did u and ur friends wish u had to wear a uniform for school? fjdhdjdjd

i’m going to use this as an opportunity to rant about school uniforms sorry rbehhdbd anyway

i went to an all girls school and our uniforms were actual hell. the shorts were always made with a cut in mind for boys (no hip room and a lotta room in the crotch) and the winter uniforms were thinner than the summer ones and were literally see-through (yikes) and the seams would always split in the armpit areas which was also not great plus the texture of the senior skirt was so evil on my sensory issues i hated it.

anyway sorry for that i’m curious what ur perspective on uniforms was.

(this is all btw not an attack on u i just can’t comprehend wanting school uniforms as i had to live with them)

hello friend

so

i went to school and live in the midwestern us which is v similar and my state especially is v similar to like. the us south to a certain extent (pls don’t come for me actual southerners lol) which is just to say people here are often very religious (christian) and looooove to put that on other people when they can especially children

so my schools all had p wild dress codes and even that for our state was pretty tame. shorts and skirts couldn’t be shorter than your fingertips at your sides even if you wore tights or leggings underneath (like. pants. even if you wore pants you still couldn’t wear them.) shirt sleeves had to be your whole hand wide and if they dipped too low into your chest (basically if they went past your collarbone) they also weren’t allowed. no flip flops or other open toed shoes. no heels. pants had to pull away from your legs a fingers width worth.

i got dress coded before i even hit puberty because i wore pants i had slightly outgrown that were too tight one day and you could see my panties through them by a teacher i didn’t even have or know and i was hysterical for the rest of the day bc i was so ashamed

the rules were also much more strictly enforced if you had curves at all. i was luckily for my sake very thin at the time but if you had any kind of hips or chest at all you just got busted all the time

i and most girls in my grade eventually just resorted to wearing baggy t-shirts and either leggings or jeans every day because there was literally nothing else we could wear. for me that was fine bc i care abt nothing except comfort and kind of liked it but for a lot of other girls in my grade thag was not the vibe we wanted

and by the time we were in eighth grade we were just like “if they’re gonna give us so many rules about how to dress to the point where we can’t even ✨express ourselves✨ the way they’re wanting why don’t they just give us a uniform we can wear and not worry about getting busted bc i forgot a cardigan to wear over this top that has the slightest shape to it or some shit”

like the rules were so bananas and so unfair and in place for such horseshit reasons that we just wanted to be done with it and have a uniform for less stress getting dressed in the morning honestly

we definitely wanted quality ones tho that sounds rough and i’m sorry you had to deal with that

[marximoff]

i just feel you | w. maximoff

summary: when you return to your family, ghosts from the past keep you from moving foward.

warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, canon typical violence, so much angst.

pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 9k

A/N: this one is part two of "as it was", and honestly i don't know how many chapters this fic will have, but once it's established i'll put it all into a series.

until then, enjoy!

|series masterlist|

|part one||part three||part four||part five||part six|

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You leave a few crumpled bills in the rough palm of the grim-faced driver before opening the tin door and stepping out of the vehicle in a state of complete silence.

He starts the car and drives away, quickly and quiet; you see only a silhouette of the vehicle fading into the distance, vanishing until it gets small and goes missing into the horizon.

With shrewd eyes, you look back and forth along the empty street, your worn-out pair of sneakers stomping softly on a tuft of green grass; enormous brown and green trees and large, comfy houses lined up as far as the eye can see – the New Jersey suburbs have always been calm and welcoming, with an air of serenity and a perfect pleasant environment for the consolidation of a family; for raising children, for the establishment of a longstanding and solid family nucleus.

An ideal location to let the kids romp outside until sunset, to have weekly neighborhood barbeques and to attend carnivals with the whole family during festive seasons.

A domestic atmosphere indeed.

It reminds you of your own childhood – your parents, your dog.

Comfortable.

Maybe that's why Wanda decided to move to Westview with the boys some time ago, when the pair were still vulnerable little babies, still immaculate and inexperienced, longing for her own children the perks stolen from her in childhood, when she was so young and so innocent – at the time, you already were no longer included in her plans, but you were fully aware that this was all your fault and not hers.

You sigh, your gaze migrating toward the two-story house across the street; a compilation of empty windows stares back at you, silently judging your presence like you're a misplaced filth, something inapt that doesn't deserve to be there in the first place.

The walls are painted a pale aqua-green, interspersed with streaks of white paint, and the closed door is like a sickening, somber metaphor for your miserable life – your family is all tucked inside, all of them under that same roof, breathing the same air and eating the same food, and you are outside, watching, not daring to open the raised door between you and them.

Even if the weather is pretty warm in the middle of the spring morning, you wear a dated leather jacket over a slightly worn tank top that was the first clean piece of clothing you found in your closet; and, with your left hand, you search for something inside the inner pocket of your jacket.

Something to calm your nerves down.

The tips of your clever fingers successfully find what they were looking for, because you pull a crumpled pack of cigarettes halfway out of your pocket, and from inside you pull out a small white cylinder and slip it through the gaping breach between your lips without making it a ceremony.

Smoking cigarettes, for you, is an ordinary (hollow) everyday act.

You plan on reaching for a silver lighter in the back pocket of your jeans, but you give up on the idea before you even make it. Something deliberates on your heart as an oscillation of realism washes all over you. You run the palm of one hand over the length of your face, and the urge is to deliver a punch against your own stomach as you do so.

“…Shit” you utter to yourself, closing your eyes for just a second “What the fuck, Y/N…”

You're going to see your kids, you think, so what the fuck do you think you're doing? Wanda would hate for you to get close to the boys and bring your obscure, depressing cloud of cigarettes and melancholy into their innocent world; ten-year-olds shouldn't know what self-pity is.

And you think Wanda has enough reason to hate you; because, in fact, she has.

You then put the cigarette back in the pack before finally tucking it into your jacket pocket again. A groan slips from your uncheerful lips, and without much enthusiasm to do so, you hide both your hands in your pockets before walking lethargically towards the front door of the house.

Every step is an agony, raising and lowering your knees, and the closer you get, the more that place seems to push you away like an invisible shield – you want to escape, because that's what you do. You tuck your tail between your legs and turn your back on like the coward that you are.

Standing on the porch, facing the dark oak door of your ex-wife's house, you consider that you might as well turn and flee, and she would never know you were even there. That you ran away again.

But no, you think, you can't abandon them (one more time). Not when they need you most.

And it is with that thought hammering in your mind that you raise your right hand and, being seized by a sudden acidic angst that gnaws at the walls of your compressed stomach, you press the digit of your stretched index finger against the bell switch.

The sound that then resonates inside the house seems to reverberate inside the cavities of your own bones, and your tongue seems to be too big to fit inside your mouth. You feel your knees throbbing with an impassive desire to elope, but you just stand there, stiffened on the porch, waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

And then, the door opens.

Your stomach scrunches inside you because you see her there, standing in front of you like the painting you aimed to see inside a museum exhibit.

Wanda.

At this point in life, having been through so much in so little time, she no longer dyes her hair a coppery red, so the brunet color of the silky brown locks you see harks back to your past, when you were just two teenagers playing lovers, exploring and getting to know each other's bodies like if you were attentively scrutinizing a map, and your heart crams inside your rib cage.

A nasty wave of nostalgia fills your lungs, pouring homesickness into your bloodstream. You miss Wanda so much it hurts inside your bones.

But Wanda is no longer a teenager, and neither are you.

She's older, prettier, more mature, more centered.

Her face swelled into firmer, more polished features, with a sharper jaw and more prominent cheekbones, becoming more oval and less round, less childlike with her age; but the little freckles speckled here and there on her attractive face are still kissable and tempting – you remember you used to kiss them before bed, and your heart feels heavyweight inside your chest.

But something of her is still there, your old Wanda, who slept and woke up beside you. Even if behind the stoning of life, the jovial Wanda who once loved you still shines in the eyes of the Wanda who hates you.

Teen Wanda's burning passion, however, was mostly undermined by adult Wanda's unsympathetic disinterest – by the downbeat feelings that had blossomed within her over the years, all conceived towards you. But you understand her, and you don’t hold any grudges about it.

After all, you were the one who abandoned her with two kids to raise alone in the first place, after the perishing and eventual return (after a five-year time window) of half the universe.

But she looks your way, aiming at you with that greenish gaze as she did so many years ago, during the fierce battle that spanned all of Novi Grad in the outdated Sokovia, and you swallow hard, being peered up and down by the excruciating sight of your ex-wife.

But there's a trace of weariness in the dusky green of her irises.

The redness in her puffy eyes reveals a recent cry. Out of place hair strands point to stress and worry. And you want to hug her, pull her close to you until your bodies almost merged into just one being, so that inside you, you could protect and cherish her.

You want to be her safe haven again, her calm and hope, the love of her life. But you just press your lips together and clench your fingers into fists, to censor your urge to lift your hands and touch Wanda's exhausted face.

“Hey Wanda” you greet her in a low voice when she doesn't do it to you first.

"Y/N" she then murmurs in your direction, upper teeth digging into the contour of her lower lip "You look okay"

"You look fine"

You two lie to each other (because you two have the fullest notion that you both look drained and exhausted, and you are aware that your face is thin and pale and that there are deep pockets of tiredness under your world-weary eyes), and then silence settles between you like a third person present in your conversation, haunting both of you to your souls.

She steps to the side and opens the doorway wider, reservedly giving way to you.

“Wanna come in?”

And then you sigh. Your stomach is in knots. But you look into her eyes, and she into yours. And then you nod your head in consent.

“I- I would love to. I want to, yes"

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It was a pouring night, that second hazy early hours spent that month in Dundee, on the east coast of Scotland, just at the mouth of the river Tay. The city was vast and full of activity, and it had been about a year since you last took shelter in Scottish territory – so much had changed, in fact, that you could barely keep account with the events.

But the city pleased you that last year, and so it was that you decided to come back to spend time after your last mission with Steve and Nat, a couple of weeks before; the two of you have rented a modest three-room apartment near the center of the town, close to a winter clothing store and a small, comfy café.

For you and your wife, it seemed like a good plan to adopt the tactic of hiding in plain sight, just two strange faces in the big, undistinguished crowd.

Wanda liked Europe, of course – the green and the gray, the mountains so tall that they seemed to want to break through the shadowy sky.

It reminded her of home, a place that no longer belonged to her (as a fugitive wanderer, roots were not a reality in her daily life; with the accession of Sokovian territory by adjacent countries after the fall of Novi Grad, the meaning of home, for Wanda, was wherever you were present).

The sky was gray and grizzled during the torrential, glittering rain, and it was past ten o'clock at night when you sat up in the coziness of the bed to read the pages of a novel; a cup of black coffee placed at the side of your right elbow, just up of a bedside table beside your side of the bed, with little clouds of steam floating in the air.

You hadn't even skimmed through more than two chapters interspersed with a few nips of warm coffee when your wife walked into the comfortable room, half lit by a pair of yellowed lamps, and moved toward the glass-enclosed window, standing there, watching the water droplets running diagonally through the clouded glass.

“Wanda…?”

You called to her, taking your eyes from the words spilled across the pages of your book to stare toward the dark silhouette of your wife; long, auburn hair falling toward her back, locks lit by the streetlights outside, like a cascade of wildfire.

She didn't answer you right away; Wanda seemed to be in a daze, not even having heard you. You closed the book and set it on top of the sheets, got up cautiously, and stepped carefully toward her.

“Wanda, love?”

"Y/N..."

Her greenish gaze shifted from her own reflection in the glass to looking in your direction.

The small, furrowed undulation between her thin brows portrayed a state of inner distress on the part of your wife, as if she were bewildered and helpless by the very haunting thoughts running through her head.

She was wrapped in a thick gray wool sweater and her legs were dressed in soft, cotton pajama shorts—and in that way, she looked perfect in your eyes.

You raised your hands and held her face by the sharp sides.

“Is that again? That… that feeling?”

"Yes" she rested her cheek against the warm caress of your left palm, seeming to relax her shoulders inside the wool sweater "Yes, malyshka, I... I can still feel it, it’s like it’s talking to me. It’s just so… so loud, Y/N"

It had been a few days since Wanda told you that she felt a stiffness in her chest, a certain uneasiness that went beyond the limitations of her corporeal existence – a feeling of foreboding reverberating in the magic spots within her own core, agonizing anxiety and chaos magic echoing inside her all at once.

You suppose it would be something to do with the Mind Stone, the source of all her power; and therefore, to the other Avengers, or, to put it even more accurately, something concerning the Vision.

The sustenance of your theory was because Wanda could sense the synthezoid whose body was the receptacle of the Infinity Stone – he was like her second birth brother as a being made of pure chaos magic.

Having been without news from your other teammates for a few days, it was conceivable that the connection created from the magical bond between Wanda and Vision alerted her to something that even she couldn't be completely sure of what it was.

It was as if some invisible force was stealing the oxygen that filled her lungs.

“Tell me how you feel now”

You asked her, still caressing the skin of her face, touching a small mole beside the right side of her sharp cheekbones.

But Wanda took your hand with her own fingers, bringing it close to her pearly lips so that she could thus place a kiss on the gold band placed by herself on your ring finger, your wedding band (one of the symbols of your bond with her), before lowering her face to sprinkle another warm kiss on the bundle of skin found at the tender junction between your palm and wrist.

“I just feel you”

She still didn't seem in a serene state of mind as she cupped your face by the sides, pulling your head towards hers so that you two could share a slow, lingering kiss; the predominant slowness in the act, just to seal, between your tangled tongues, the promise that everything would be all right, that you would be there for her, and she would do the same for you.

When you took hold of her waist, though, an irritated cry ripped through the air, and complementary to it, another childish scream pierced the continual rain; Tommy had woken up, and soon after him, so had Billy.

You sighed.

The synchronicity of the twins was such that the children's whimpers soon became a single harmony of cries and screams reverberating through the thin walls of the small apartment.

"I'll check on the boys, all right? Don’t worry" you whispered against her lips, a small trickle of saliva breaking between your mouths.

She nodded her head.

"Okay"

“Love you, little witch”

You placed one more tiny peck against the corner of her mouth before pulling away for good; Wanda felt the immediate lack of the intimate heat of your body against hers, and suddenly went cold.

She followed you with her gaze as you crossed the room, until you walked out the door and turned down the hall towards the yells of your newborn children.

And then she craned her neck, looking thoughtfully back at the rain pouring down over the city. And she whispered to the wind, more a murmur than a sentence.

“I love you too, Y/N”

A thunder erupted through the darkness of the night.

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“So, there's a 10 AM train to Glasgow to give us more time before we go”

Wanda notified you one night a few days later, her arm hooked through yours as the two of you walked side by side across the chill, interlocking brick of an avenue well lit by white streetlamps—both wearing thick winter coats on your bodies, your wife much more used to the excruciating, bone-chilling European cold than you ever were.

Your right arm, outstretched in front of your body, was comfortably pushing a double baby stroller by the sidewalk; Billy and Tommy had fallen asleep there, both with tiny wool caps to keep their petite childish heads warm.

At that moment, the twins were not more than four months old; still infantile and raw, only acquainted by the presence of each other (from the womb) and the gentle supports of their maternal caresses; there was so much for them to do, and a whole world to get to know.

And with that, you and Wanda have learned to comprehend yourselves in your new encountered way, going through a routine stipulated by the nursing of two small creatures so dependent on you; as mothers and as a couple, as friends and as companions.

Fighting side by side on a frontline was quite different than raising two newborn children as first-time parents, but together you could handle the new tribulations incumbent upon you. And every day with your wife and newborn children was a new experience.

Slow, frugal walks to the preludes to the soft twilight were often taken after the children came, accompanied by the scent of cinnamon and tea emanating from Wanda and your little Billy and Tommy.

But, that night, it was by the silver glint of moonlight targeting the parallel structures of the city that you walked as a family; this turned out to be your new means of acquiring your daily doses of physical exercise as parents.

“What if we” you breathed, still a little hesitant in your speech “What if we miss that train?”

“There's one at 11”

"Wanda, what if this time we just... just missed all the trains?" you stopped walking, and so did she.

The stroller stopped turning its plastic wheels and you turned your gaze to your wife, staring into her intriguing greenish eyes.

“What if we didn't leave this time?”

"Y/N..." she hesitated for half a second, but it was enough for you to see the glint of hope in the green of her irises giving way to a shadow of distress and concern "You... you know we can't. You gave your word to Steve and Natasha, and so did I. Even more so now, with the boys... We can't, malyshka. We both made promises”

"Yes, but I also made a promise to you" your hands traveled gently towards her shoulders, holding her so that you both sustain a constant eye contact.

Her hands didn't take long to brush the sides of your waist, fingers adorned in rings stroking you through the thick fabric of your dark jacket.

“All this time we've been stealing these moments, trying to see if this, our family, could work. And it works"

"It works," she agreed, a lovely half smile plastered to the pulp of her lips, tenderness brimming with the greenness of her passionate eyes.

"It works" you exclaimed, smiling too.

“When we don't run away or hide, when we just live our lives like any other family out there, even despite this situation, it works – you, me and the boys, we work. And maybe running from place to place was the right thing to do when it was just the two of us, but with Billy and Tommy it's different. They deserve stability. They deserve a home to grow up in and call their own. They didn't ask to be born to two runaways in a world that is divided about their parents, but they certainly deserve more, much more, than all of this. They deserve a home. We deserve a home, darling”

"Y/N..." she seemed to contemplate, pondering. The half smile on her lips perished quickly.

"Let's stay, Wanda. Stay with me"

She spread her mouth so she could answer you, but the response never came, having drained out of her throat.

A thunderous explosion echoed, loud and reverberating in the distance, a burst fending through the night, like the roar of a fierce dragon, spitting flames of scalding fire.

You frowned in a blend of apprehension and notorious misunderstanding; Wanda raised a ready hand in promptness, eyes burning a watchful shade of scarlet red, a crimson mist encircling her fingers at once; an instinctive protection for her children and her wife branching swiftly into the young enchantress who stood, in a defensive posture, by the stroller that held her two precious boys.

You felt your muscles strained like a smooth sheet of metal as another blast split the silence of the night, this time sounding even closer and more menacing, as the portent of the coming calamity.

"Fuck, I'm starting to think we should have stayed in bed"

A heavy thud, like a bowling ball falling to the ground, sounded booming as something imploded from the structure of a nearby building, hurling itself onto the solid ground next to you and Wanda.

Between pieces of rafters and wood and brick, covered in dust and soot, was Vision's metallic body, red and green and yellow clashing with Dundee's gray floor, as if paint cans had been spilled onto the pavement's dull bricks. On the synthezoid's torso, a golden diagonal glow pointed to a slit in his green suit that hadn't been closed even with his regenerative abilities.

The twin babies started crying in their stroller because of the bang. The joints of Wanda's limbs stiffened in concern.

"V-Vision?!" you moved towards the ragged synthesoid, holding him by the arm so you could help him to his feet and out of the crater caused by the impact of his own metallic body against the ground “Vis!”

His long golden cloak behind his large shoulders was muddy and frayed, like a dirty mop.

Wanda, however, was stagnant near the crying children and wouldn't be leaving anytime soon; that sick feeling in her chest was back, swallowing her up inside.

“M-Miss Y/L/N, Miss Maximoff” he whimpered, bewildered, instinctively pressing his red palm against the distended fissure in his greenish abdomen, his piercing blue eyes looking horrifically in your direction “Protect yourselves, please, protect yourselves. They followed me here”

“They who, Vision?” you asked him in a sharp tone, full of tension “Who are they?”

"The Stone warned me about them" the robot man mussed in an uneasy timber of voice, chatting more to himself than to you properly "The- the Stone… the Stone warned me..."

“Yes, I felt it too” your wife whispered in a grim tone of voice, though not looking at the synthezoid, her gaze fixed like a vigilant watch dog in the direction Vision had been flung.

“Y/N, get the boys and Vision and take them to a safe place"

Your children continued to cry, and for half a second you felt a burning desire to do so with them.

 “W-what?! No, no way, no!” you gestured arduously towards her "Wanda, I'm not leaving you!"

“Y/N, please” and then she turned towards you; the sober green of her eyes was clouded by the tears compressed there “Let me take care of my family, detka”

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Wanda Maximoff is a great mother to your children.

The kind of mother who kisses their sore bruises, bakes warm cookies to congratulate them on some new achievement, sings them lullabies before tucking them into their beds with good night kisses, and knows how to treat a cold or, in the worst case, a terrible fever (with ginger and honey tea and black radish – or, as her mother used to call it in her native language, "chyornaya redka").

And you, well… you pay child support on the correct days, and you don't forget about their birthday.

There's never even been any doubt about the fact that your ex-wife is one of those people who were born to have a child (to play the role of a mother figure in a child's life), of course, but even so, you can't help but gaze with an air of tenderness at the picture frames that hang around the length of a high wall. Your stomach feels heavy.

The pictures greeted you with a warm welcome as soon as you entered the house, following closely behind your soundless ex-wife – fearing that it was indeed a crime on your part to roam within the walls of that home while unaccompanied by the figure of Wanda.

Like you're not welcome there at all.

But it makes sense, after all, you never lived there with them. Your books weren’t piled up on the shelves, your pillows weren’t managed on the sofa, your favorite mug is not kept in any cupboard. Your favorite cereal isn't in the storeroom and your preferred ice cream flavor isn't in the freezer. Your jacket isn't hanging inside her closet. Your blanket is not on her bed.

There is no trace of you inside Wanda's home.

It is the most diverse photographs displayed there on the wall, however, that immediately catch your attention; your meticulous eyes look towards the dozen portraits, and in them the boys are everywhere, smiling, pointing, showing something or just playing like the jovial children that they are.

There are holidays, parties and domestic situations eternalized with all the warmth of a mother's gaze symbolized in the molds of photographs; it doesn't take more than a glance for you to notice that each and every moment summarized by the lens of a camera, hanging there as an eternal reminder of that burning sensation in her chest (love), deals with situations in which Wanda would wish to always remember, keeping to herself the memory recorded on small pieces of paper, saving the remnants of moments to when she would like to reminisce about the twin boys' lives.

She is monitoring your children in most of the photos, being a figure that exudes affection, always accompanying them while carrying the most genuine of loving smiles on her face; they are kissing her cheeks and she is hugging them most of the time.

From the other images, the twins are either together, or next to at least one member of your old circle of friends.

You are not present at all at first, and the full notion of it is an unpalatable truth, too bitter to swallow – but which sinks easier to the pit of your stomach when steeped in whiskey or brandy.

But then, there is a photograph almost hidden among the others, looking a little timid, but which you quickly recall the moment as soon as there is a second of hesitation and recognition on the part of your own memory. And you let a small, dejected grin take care of the contour of your lips, the immediate sensation is that of your heart melting within your chest.

It's a photograph that you took yourself, a few hours after the birth of your tiny children so many years ago, on the backs of that comfortable wooden cottage built on former Sokovian territory.

The picture portrayed is a little dusky because most of the lamps that lightened the hovel were shattered during the exhausting hours that Wanda spent in an excruciating labor, but the small brightness is enough to find, in there, a couple of full-sized, genuine smiles on both the faces of the young first-time mothers – a youthful couple who could barely look away from the newborns or even each other in that moment so intimate, so pleasant.

The bundle cuddled in the protection of Wanda's arms is Billy, the last one she gave birth to, and he finds himself clad in a pale blue jumpsuit, supplanted by her chest like a puppy seeking its mother's bodily warmth. The grumpy little figure dressed just like him, standing on your own prop, is a tearful Tommy with his mouth open exposing some rosy, toothless gums, both brothers not having more than a couple of hours of existence in this world when the photo was taken.

The young Wanda in the photograph still wore her old locks dyed in a profuse copper color, and her sweaty head rested tenderly on the length of your right shoulder. She was just so peaceful that it ached in your guts.

You feel your heart constrict inside your heavy chest.

But the worse feeling takes over soon after, without giving you a measly second to recover from the initial shock; because, right next to that homely family photograph, there is an image of a Natasha Romanoff sitting on a gray sofa, with baby Tommy supported just to the left leg of the former spy, while baby Billy is sitting on the opposite side of his brother, just to Natasha's right kneecap (both the assassin's hair, cut short to above her shoulder height, and the strands of her very sharp eyebrows, were bleached from the original auburn coloring to give way to a shade of blonde as bright as the sun).

(You remember hurling that same picture frame against the wall, blasting it into dozens of shards right after Tony Stark's funeral, days after Thanos' defeat and the return of those who were blipped five years before that same day)

You recall that day pictured in that photograph, after the Vision's assault on Scotland. When the rest of your team rescued you all before it was too late, that being the first time both Steve and Natasha had ever gotten to know the twins.

You miss them.

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“Please tell me that at least one of them would be named Natasha if he was a girl”

The former assassin grinned affably, holding in her embrace little Billy who was peering with his curious gaze towards a face he had never seen before in his life, otherwise than through the square screen of a cellphone - trying to decipher her, even at such a young age, trying to understand her and find out about the role she would fit in his still so recent life.

(Steve and Sam were playing with baby Tommy not far from Wanda's maternal gaze)

You chuckled softly, nodding your head slightly, both your hands tucked under your armpits, interspersed with your forearms crossed just above your chest. You were one of the few people who knew Black Widow's innermost secret, of course; you knew all about her sudden weakness when around small children.

“Wanda prefers Talia”

“Talia?!”

Natasha replicated aloud while still holding your youngest son against her, turning a well-cut brow toward your wife who was standing beside your left elbow, a loving arm neatly wrapped around your waist. She gazed at Wanda and narrowed her eyes accusingly.

“Traitor”

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"Mom!"

In the course of a sudden dizzying microsecond, your discernment about the whereabouts of the small body in a displacement occurs, only, when it is located just beyond a tiny distance from your position in front of the wall as you are, splitting through the oxygen molecules around you like a little blue comet; which, then, impacts against the middle of your body in a resounding compact thud, like a hammer blow to a wet cloth.

You're barely know what hits you, flinging you towards the front door.

There is an upright launch that, when it collides with the bottom of your rib cage, kicks you backwards in a ricochet, snatching, in a chain effect, the rest of your body. As a result of this, as in a domino effect, your forearm goes back and finally your shoulder, causing an inevitable fall with your back open against the wooden floor. A loud smash reverberates through the house. Wanda raises a worried hand toward you.

“Y/N!”

In a fearful squeal, like a startled mouse, Tommy sprints toward your, leaping, kicking his little heels across the floor, hoisting the kneecaps of his small slender knees up to his hips. The boy and Wanda stand side by side, and your concerned ex-wife offers you a hand to get you up.

"Mo-mom! Mom!" Tommy calls out to you, standing nervously just to Wanda's left side “Are you- are you okay?! Did I hurt you?! I-I, I'm really sorry, I-!”

“N-no, no, it’s okay Tom, it’s okay, don’t worry” you support the weight of your torso on your left elbow before finally sitting on the floor, hoisting a hand towards the grip offered by Wanda so you can stand up.

“Here, take my hand, Y/N”

The touch lasts for a measly second, and ends before you're even aware you've done it, even though the ghost of an electrical current has passed through your bloodstream, making you see a bright shade of red; but the familiar tingle is still there, creeping through your skin, and she feels it too because she soon tries to stroke her palm against the material on the side of her pants (a cute pair of clean mom jeans), in a failed attempt to erase the sensation of your warm hand squeezing her palm.

"It's okay, I just... I didn't... I wasn't expecting a hug that was... Uh, like that"

You look at Tommy and he looks overly vexed, his little hands fluttering in eagerness. Wanda soon comes to lay a caring hand on the boy's shoulder, offering him a slightly anxious little smile.

"Your mom’s fine, baby, she’s fine" and then she turns back to you, coercing cooperation on your part amidst a desperate look.

"You're fine, right, Y/N?"

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m all right. You... You're just stronger than I imagined, son" you then muffled under your breath, still a little dumbfounded.

Tommy is fast. And strong. Dangerously fast and strong.

"Sorry..." the boy whines, creasing his thin eyebrows “Mama said I should be more careful with other people now...”

“Hey, hey, It’s okay. I’m not like other people, you know that”

You cautiously approach him, and just like that, you touch the pale skin of his left cheek, dotted with a galaxy of tiny freckles.

Wanda once told you that, like your son after he was born, she herself had freckles during her childhood, but that they faded away as she grew up (she was pregnant at the time she told you, and you couldn't help but envision, with your head lying on the pillow just before bedtime, what a little girl would look like with your eyes and her nose, with her small chubby face all covered in freckles, dots sprinkled here and there on her childish cheekbones).

But Tommy just happened to be the next owner of the freckles after young Wanda.

“Hey, look at me. Look at me, Tommy. I'm fine, see? I’m fine. It was just a silly scare, that’s all. You caught me off guard there, young man”

“Promise?” The boy sniffles, still a little apprehensive about your physical condition.

But you smile, stroking the top of his head with your hand, messing up his medium-size brown hair as you do so.

“Uhum. I promise you, little dude” you wink with one eye towards the boy, just to calm his nerves down, and the act seems to work very well – because he flashes a wide smile in your direction after that.

His smile still looks like yours. You wonder if Wanda thinks about it too every time she sees Tommy smile.

“You know it takes a lot more than a small bump to bring your mother down, right?”

"Yeah, kickass!" the boy grins, back to his usual moods, but Wanda just frowns as if she wasn't sure what she'd just heard.

"Kickass...?" she undertones to herself, interspersing a curious look between you and your son.

“Yeah, Wanda, kickass” you smirk towards your ex-wife, but she doesn't take long to look away, so your eyes go back to the energic little boy in front of you “Where's your brother, Tom?”

Tommy turns to the stairs that rise just behind him.

“Billy! Mom’s here!”

And there’s the ten-year-old boy's intention to sprint upstairs, but before he can even pace onto the wood of the first step with the sole of his well-kept green sneakers, a red haze encircles his small childish body, levitating him like a balloon to a few inches above the carpeted floor.

Thomas floats as if led by the slim shoulders by some invisible entity in a tangled, uncertain, clumsy drape, stagnant in midair as he finds himself bound by invisible scarlet ropes. The boy's brown eyebrows twitch in confusion, and an upset veil spreads across his annoyed gaze, moving his arms and legs from side to side as he does so.

“H-hey! Mama! That’s not fair!”

Wanda has one hand raised toward your son, a grimace not so cheerfully demonstrated in her sharp facial features, the primal source of the same crimson mist lying entwined just at the length of her pale, elegant fingers – between its extensions there is no longer any ring to be seen, be it the usual adornments that she used to wear when she was younger or even the retired wedding ring.

The emptiness of her hand is a reflection of the same emptiness found within your core.

“Please Tommy, no running up the stairs, baby” she asks just once, before putting him back down in his feet with all the care in the world.

The boy nods, albeit in a bad way.

“I know, mama, I know” and then he turns back to the stairs, this time taking them one step at a time at a sliver of speed, still calling out to his younger twin brother “Bil-ly-yy!”

Before following your son upstairs, you glance at Wanda, wordlessly waiting for a nod from the other woman. But she just looks dreadfully drained, and barely signs silently for you to do so before pacing away to another room in the house. You then take a deep breath and slightly shakes your head before following the path previously traced by Tommy, one step at the time.

The boys will always be your priority.

You know which is the twins' room along the vast hallway, climbing the steps of the perpendicular staircase in zeal.

The hallway is covered in a languid flickering luminescence taken from the morning light, white walls lit by sunbeams, and you don't even have a hard time reaching the children's room. There, within those walls painted a profuse navy blue, there are two single beds in each corner of the room, but only one of them is occupied – the other is comfortably arranged, with pillows and plush toys neatly placed on its headboard.

Your stare, however, locates Tommy sitting on the red sheets of the bed to your right, carefully stroking a mound found under the covers that you just know is Billy (your confirmation comes from the way the other twin touches up the boy lying there, because Thomas was always quite zealous when it came to his younger brother).

"Billy" he murmurs under his breath, but even so the words reach your ears as you're standing in the doorway "Billy, mom’s here"

“I know” a small, fragile voice from under the covers replies to the information given to him by the other twin “Her thoughts are too loud”

And you recall adolescent Wanda, because when you were just young lovers attached onto each other's bodies, snuggled in her bed back in the compound, so many years before your children were even born, she was also afflicted by emotions far greater than what she would be able to handle – when establishing a family together was, for you both, just a remote wish in your core that you had not even had the courage to share with each other.

Your ex-wife used to say, in the obscurest days that plagued her disturbed mind, that everyone seemed thought too loudly and it was just too much for her, dozens of feelings echoing inside the fortifications of her cranium; she just wanted to curl up on the bed and disappear, because if she disappeared she would become the void, and in the void there would be no sound to bother her troubled brain.

You almost step on a plastic Spider-Man toy with your right foot as you approach the two little boys cuddled in bed.

“Hey, Bill” you call out to him in a diminutive tone of voice, showered with tenderness and complacency when you squat next to the boy on the bed.

“Hey, can you hear me buddy?”

As motherly custom requires, you sit down next to Tommy and snuggle close Billy's small body on the blandness of the bed, uncovering him from the duvet, revealing a pair of weeping eyes with irises similar in color to those that decorated the eyes of your deceased mother (a woman that none of them have ever met, whose face you no longer remember with clear precision).

"Hi, mommy"

You smile warmly, brushing the light-brown bangs away from his eyes with your bent right fingers. He still retains the same bone structure as Wanda, and you see the predominant Maximoff genetics sculpting, as much as his maturity allows, Billy's childish facial features. He has her cheekbones and the same shape of her eyebrows. If Tommy has a lot of you, Billy has a lot more of Wanda.

“Hi, Bill. How are you feeling, bud? Your mama told me you've been having some trouble with loud noises up there”

The gaze that he gives you is very unhappy, half crestfallen and a little tired. You are already familiar with that same facial expression, and it bothers you deeply, that your kid has to go through this at such a young age.

“Yeah... everything is just so loud, mommy. My head feels… weird. It’s, like, really noisy. I don’t like it”

“I know, baby, I know. It’s okay, Billy”

You place a chaste kiss at the root of the boy's hair, and he breathe heavily in noticeable relaxation next to your body. You remember all the care you once had for a young Wanda in a similar situation with that of your son, and now you do the same for the apprehensive little boy. Tommy snuggles close to his brother, offering the other twin a half smile.

“See, Billy? I told you that you got the calculation wrong!”

You raise a confused eyebrow at your children, glancing between the two boys in a somewhat curious act as you let out a confused giggle.

"Calculation? What calculation?”

“Billy said that mama said that you would come see us every fifteen days, and he counted the days and you didn't came, so I told him he that counted wrong. And I was right, see? I was right!"

You blink once, and then twice.

And Tommy smiles towards you exhaling airs of expectation – that same smile similar to yours, that reminds you so much of the child that you once were.

And then realization washes over you like a bucket of cold water – because fuck, he's your son. These are your children. Bones of your bones, flesh of your flesh. You are their mother, and you don't fucking act like one.

You'd think getting punched in the face would hurt less than the boy's words at the moment. Because, in fact, you've been punched in the face numerous times before, and none of them hurt that much inside you.

 You hold back an excruciating sob that nearly spews out of your throat in a rip, pressing the palm of your right hand against the pulp of your silent lips. You squeeze your eyes into two pained lines, almost shaking your head, swishing the strands of your hair against the contours of your miserable, pitying face.

The sensation is like having a boulder stuck in the middle of your larynx.

So, you laboriously gasp for more air than your lungs see themselves as being able to hold in their irresolute core, shoulders almost shaking in little leaps, chest heavy as your ribs were composed of lead and cement. And you perform a pathetic smile towards the twin boys; there's no telling if they really understand all the stress that triggers like an infectious disease inside you.

And you feel uneasy, incapable, stupid and idiotic. You feel liquidated.

And then you feel the searing heat of the closeness of your children close to your body, which embraces you to maintain and care for, to protect you from all the evil your own head could create, like a languorous specter, to haunt you whenever you closed your eyes before falling asleep.

The boys are looking at you expectantly in their childish gazes, waiting for an answer that only you could give (because you're their mother, so you imagine they expect you to have all the answers to everything).

But this time you don't.

You just lift both of your hands and take in each of the twin boys' affable faces. They are Billy and Tommy, your greatest pride, your greatest treasure to guard and maintain. The living proof that Wanda once loved you as much as you loved her. They are the result of your union with the woman who is the love of your life. You can't possibly love them more than you already do.

"I... I'm here now, all right?" you look from one of them to the other, sounding as confident as you've ever been in the past few years “I'm here for you, for all of you. I will always be here for you”

“We know” Billy says, trying to emulate the most adult tone he is able to achieve "Mama says family is forever. And you are our family, mom"

“Yeah, family is forever!” Tommy repeats in corroboration of his brother.

You want to cry, but then you smile. You just smile, like a fucking idiot.

“Yes, bud. Family is forever.”

ᗢ

Upon reaching the vast living room (a large rectangular area, simulating even more space due to the well-dimensioned furniture throughout the room), a fanciful lure hooks the top of your esophagus in a piercing turn, when you see the that you are in Wanda's company without the twins placed between the two of you – being the boys the factor that forced Wanda to wrap her prudence around you, in order not to express to her children the troubled past that their mothers share.

But it turns out that the boys are upstairs, and Wanda has her entire attention focused on the television set by the unlit fireplace, where some episode of I Love Lucy elicits a few chuckles from her—and you remember that episode, for you had watched it with her over and over again by the years you spent enjoying each other's company as a couple of young lovers.

And she is perched on the linen sofa seat, sipping, in sheer brio in her polished and well-bred form, a smooth caramel-colored liquid placed in the heart of a tall porcelain cup, with her back turned to you, who are standing awkwardly at the end the staircase.

You know it's hibiscus tea what she’s drinking without even having to taste the contents of the mug.

You only see the top of your ex-wife's dark-haired head and want to momentarily sink your nose into it to sniff the scent of her locks, only to see for yourself that she still exudes that same mild strawberry shampoo scent that you always appreciated so much.

But you gasp in a ragged, half-embarrassed sigh when your ex-wife's voice is soft in your ears, pulling you out of your little bubble of intrusive thoughts.

“You always had loud thoughts, you know?”

You feel a constriction in your stomach, and inelegantly tuck both your hands into the pockets of your jacket. She's told you this before, when you were just two teenagers, so immature for everything.

“Yeah, I’ve heard”

And then there's the discomforted silence; neither of you dares to be the first to start the next sentence.

But Wanda turns her chin over her left shoulder, turning toward you, and you feel her sharp gaze scanning your flesh, searching for some information within your soul; the inexorable greenish gaze is steady and when aimed at your own eyes it's the trigger, and you look away to stare at an opaque stain on the white fabric of your worn sneakers.

"How are they?"

“Tommy seems to be doing fine, he just needs to learn to keep a constant check on his abilities. I've been through it too; you know how it works when you're that strong. It's... difficult to control your strength, sometimes."

You say it without thinking, but then your cheeks burn a profuse shade of pink as your blood bristles within your veins, and you see her shift on the couch and reach for a sip of warm tea because you know that the same memories flood suddenly in the deeps of her mind – the two of you are haunted by intense nights that ended up ending with a broken bedframe and torn sheets; she sweaty and her chest panting heavily, the insides of her thighs wet with the final remnants of her climax (of her pleasure), dripping red across the room and from within herself.

You scratch your throat clumsily, trying to get the sight of Wanda's naked body beneath yours out of your brain.

"Now Billy..." you whisper in a prickly voice "He reminds me of you back then"

“I know” she smiles, a small, ghostly smile against the rim of her cup “He reminds me too”

But her sweet smile perishes within seconds, and she gnaws at her bottom lip, looking hesitant and uncertain.

“I…I'm scared, Y/N” she confesses to you in a sigh, licking her lips “I'm afraid something bad will happen to them because of their powers. They might end up getting into some sort of accident, and-”

Wanda stops herself before finishing her own sentence, but it is not necessary for her to say more for understanding to be present inside yourself. The saliva in your mouth is suddenly too bitter to swallow.

Lagos.

You know what she meant.

“They're just kids, Y/N. They’re my babies. Our babies. I don't want them to end up caged like animals, I... I need you. I need you here, Y/N, I can't do this alone anymore. I, I just... I can’t do this without you anymore, I can’t. I don't know how to do this without you"

Her gaze is not at all wrathful, rigid, or perhaps even mischievous, but it was because of it that something pressed sharply into your stinging core – for you to witness Wanda's mild irises as they are, tempting you with their melancholy green. Her eyes look fractured like a shard of glass, submerged in a deluge of compunction, uncertainty and anguish.

The excruciating eyes of a broken heart.

It annoys you, in the most acute sense of the word, that this isn't the first time Wanda has affronted you with her dismayed eyes. Her life was painful, it's true. But you just don't want her to suffer one more time.

She takes a fresh sip of tea from her cup. You walk around the couch and sit next to her. She looks at you, but it's too much; you look away.

"Wanda, I..."

But whatever you were going to say next is caged at the top of your throat. You hesitate and she stares at you, a knot of flesh and gall taking shape at the top of your larynx. You even almost raise a hand and intend to touch her, but the same hand has remained stagnant over your own thigh.

There's so much you want to say, but you just don't say it. Not now. Not again.

You can no longer make promises to her, because you know you are unable to keep them.

ᗢ

You promised Wanda that everything would be all right when you went to Wakanda, both of you tasked with escorting Vision through the painstaking procedure of extracting the Mind Stone from its current location at that moment, embedded in the center of the synthezoid's forehead.

You would be doing it for Billy and Tommy, you told her, who at the time seemed so hesitant to join the fray.

Wanda never truly aspired to become a hero, and in all honesty, neither did you at first. But at that moment, the whole universe needed you. And at that time, you had something worth to fight for.

You would be protecting the world one last time to secure your children's future.

You promised her that this would be the last time you would put on your suits and use your powers on something as brutal as a combat zone where so many had died and so many more would perish by the end of that day.

When that infinity war ended, you would go back to your ordinary, domestic life and raise your children together in some small suburban town, that's what you promised her.

She asked you where, and you suggested somewhere in New Jersey, where the weather seemed to be nice.

But before the extraction was completed, Vision fell into Thanos' hands, and so did the Mind Stone. The tyrant titan, by then, already had possession of all the other five Stones. He was unstoppable, and you knew it. A relentless wave of bone-chilling fear ran all the way down your spine.

And when Vision convinced Wanda that she alone held the power needed to destroy an Infinity Stone, she cried because she didn't want to.

Wanda shook her head as her darkened eyes filled with pale tears, looking disturbingly towards the synthezoid as she heard his final wishes.

"No, no, Vision- Vision I- I can’t. I can’t"

She, who had already lost so much, did not want to lose another loved one so dear to her.

But she knew it had to be her; you were running out of time and the future of the entire universe depended on your wife's actions. And you hated that such a barbaric decision had to be blamed on Wanda, who already had grieved enough in her lifetime.

But you always thought she was the most devout Avenger among you all.

And she had the fullest notion that if Thanos took the Stone, half the universe would die.

It wasn't fair that it was her, but that's how things turned out. Life didn't used to be fair to people like you (people like her).

And in the copious tears that spilled down her gorgeous face, you perceived that she thought of Billy and Tommy as she lifted a trembling hand and dispensed a continuous swirl of scarlet magical energy against Vision's forehead.

And then, at the same time, you felt something piercing through your flesh.

The excruciating pain took hold of your nervous system almost immediately, and every cell in your body seemed to rip apart as your confused gaze migrated downward, only to find, there, slashing diagonally across your abdomen, a thick blade opening a stewing slit in the skin tissue of your stomach.

And it surprised you, actually, to see something go through your internal organs, because as far as you knew, the fibers that made up your body were supposedly impenetrable.

But Thanos had been able to rip your belly open with the dual blade he so proudly wielded.

And fuck, it hurt like hell.

A trickle of warm blood trickled down your chin. Wanda glanced in your direction precipitously, and a guttural scream soaked in dread exploded from the depths of your wife's throat when she came across the image of you being impaled in midair, so close to her.

“Y/N!”

It was enough; she lost her focus and with the help of the Infinity Gauntlet, Thanos attacked her from afar. You're not quite sure what actions took place in the meantime, when your heavy body fell with a solid thud against the earth, like an old rag doll, and your consciousness began to shift, leaves and branches being painted by a deep crimson color that gushed from the long slit opened in your flesh; the wound stinging hot in your muscles, the blood seeping from your abdomen.

A nearby explosion rattled your brain within the edges of your skull, and you were never exactly sure, but you think your consciousness faded for a tiny fraction of a second when you lay there, dying, in the earth.

But you blinked in lethargy, one, two, three sluggish times.

Your body temperature was gradually dropping as your blurred vision caught Wanda's tearful green eyes; your wife had your head on her thighs.

You felt yourself dying, slowly losing to the very serious wound stretched along your stomach. Life draining away in a sigh that left your lips parted, little by little your energy draining away until the machine (your body) stopped once and for all.

And you cried, because you didn't want to die in Wanda's arms. You didn't want to be another person who would walk away and leave her behind. One more name in the long list of people Wanda would never see again in her life.

You wanted to see Tommy and Billy grow up. You wanted to grow old beside her in a fucking suburb.

You didn't want her to see the life drain from the shell that was your perishing body.

“Y/N!” Wanda sobbed, her hands reddened not by her magic, but by the sludge of blood pooled on your suit. “Y/N, no, please! Y/N! You promised! Please Y/N, you promised! Y/N-!”

Your pulse was dangerously weak. Your heart greedily struggled to keep beating.

Your brain fought to keep your organs working, so your vision could barely make out when the fingers touching you suddenly disappeared from the grip around your injured body. Her hands thinned around your wound, and the desperate touch in your flesh was suddenly gone.

It was like the void staring into your soul. But you slowly noticed that Wanda's forearms turned sandy, and it crept up her body like the ramifications of a fast-moving disease, undoing the joints of her elbows and then her shoulders and her collarbones, and that's when she caught the air that her pretty face dissolved into a haze of dust right before your blurry eyes, her facial expression forever etched in your memory.

A thick tear fell from Wanda's chin before her body completely melted, and it dripped onto the top of your icy left cheekbone, the tear feeling warm against your pale skin.

She was gone.

For five long years, she was gone.

So far away, on the Barton ranch, both babies Billy and Tommy had also become dust with all of Clint's family – you learned about it a week later, when you woke up inside the compound’s med bay, with Natasha's pained gaze scrutinizing your injured body (she had lost her sister too).

Your wife and newborn children, your entire family, gone. All of them but you. You were the lucky bastard left behind.

And that's when it started; the alcohol and the cigarettes, the sleepless nights and the incurable emptiness that settled inside yourself.

You never promised anything again in your life.

《《《《《《《ᱬ》》》》》》》

[twinkleimagines]

*Lets go camping*

For yours and Drew’s 2 year anniversary, he takes you on a week vacation of nothing but Camping in a national forest with a huge waterfall. It was hard for you to enjoy it at first because of the heat and bugs and just outside in general, but Drew knew how to quickly change your mind on the trip, especially when the sun was setting .

* this is extra extra long with EXTRA smut. Fair warning. 18 AND OLDER.

“ ughhhh” *smack*-

“ ughhhh” *smack*-

Drew chuckled as he watched you sit in your foldable chair by the fire he had going, smacking your arm as another mosquito landed on you. “ God I hate this shit” you mumbled under your breath as you went swinging at another bug on your thigh.

“ c’mon baby it’s only our first day , give it some time it’ll warm up to ya” he stated as he snapped a twig over his leg, placing the two pieces in his fire wood pile.

“ yeah well you could’ve picked like an RV or something “ you stated halfway joking. He shook his head walking over towards you.

“ that completely defeats the purpose of camping princess “ he replied before leaning down pecking your lips.

“ mmm you’re lucky you’re so hot” you moaned out looking at his shirtless body glistening in the sunlight.

“ cmon put your tennis shoes on baby, I want to show you something but it’s gonna be a walk” he stated as he filled his book bag up with water bottles.

“ you’re just trying to kill me arent you” you scoffed as you slid your tennis shoes on before zipping the tent back up. You were semi familiar with North Carolina from being with Drew for two years but Drew always surprised you with different locations he had managed to scope out throughout his teenage and early college years. You were a good 2 miles deep in the woods where Drew decided was a good spot for camping . You didn’t like it because you were so far away from his truck and the road itself, but he swore he had camped there before and knew the area like the back of his hand.

“ we’ll if we’re on the news in two weeks for a bear attack, I hope you know I WILL haunt you in the afterlife” you said walking over to him as he patiently waited for you, propped up against a tree.

“ oh baby I got stuff for cases like that, but I’ve never seen a bear before out here and I’ve been out here more than I can count “ he stated , plopping one of his baseball caps on your head.

“ hm my own personal Tarzan” you joked running your hand down his toned chest. “ so sexy”

***

“ you hear that?” Drew beamed excitedly while standing on a huge fallen tree. You sighed heavily , leaning over placing your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

“ yeah I can hear my own lungs collapsing” you exclaimed leaning up against the tree he was standing on. He chuckled at how dramatic you were before shaking his head.

“ no princess the water” he stated turning his head to the right of him.

“ ooohhh finally” you beamed climbing up the tree , walking down towards where Drew stood.

“ c’mon princess you’ll love it” he exclaimed grabbing your hand, helping you down the tree. Within a few more minutes the water was extremely loud, and you were for sure it was going to be a waterfall that you would be coming up to.

“ there it is” Drew beamed excitedly, reaching his arm out. You gasped at the sight. It was Huge and the view itself was definitely worth the walk it took to get there.

“ come on “ Drew said tugging on your hand pulling you towards the water. You both stood on the edge, standing on big flat rocks that lined the edge of the river . “ let’s swim” Drew said before kicking his shoes off.

“ my bathing suit is at the tent” you said frowning.

“ no one will be anywhere near here just wear your underwear.” He said as he pulled his black shorts down, his tight gray briefs outlining his figure.

“ the thing is” you started as you pulled your Jean shorts down, wiggling your bottom out, your pink cheekers prominently making your bottom really stand out. You smirked as you watched Drew’s face as you pulled your padded tank top over your head, completely flashing Drew as you had no bra on. “ I don’t have a bra “

“ whewww” Drew replied, his eyes staring at your perky nipples. You grinned seductively as you walked backwards into the water.

“ you coming Daddy?” You purred out, running your hands over the water as you continued to walk backwards. Drew went to respond when all of a sudden he heard a squeal come from your lips as you completely sank under water.

“ oh my god it drops off!” You screamed after you popped back out of water swimming your way back to where you could reach. Drew’s face was red from laughing so hard before he walked into the water towards you.

“ come here beautiful “ he said pulling you towards him by your waist. Your breasts were pressed tightly up against his chest as you wrapped your legs around his waste , your arms going around his shoulders.

“ I know I complained a lot today, but it’s really beautiful out here and I’m really enjoying our time together” you stated, the splashes from the waterfall spraying you and Drew slightly.

“ mm me to too baby” he beamed. You giggled as you felt him starting to grow up under you, pressing against your core.

“ oh Drew” you chuckled out, “ we’ve never had sex in the water before” you whispered to him before leaning down for a kiss. Drew’s large hands squeezed your bottom as you nibbled on his bottom lip, feeling his cock jump against you.

“ you so fuckinf sexy y/n” he groaned, lifting your hips up against his shaft, making you moan out to the friction. “ you just don’t know what you do to me.”

“ yeah? Wanna show me baby?” you moaned out rubbing your nose against his. Drew quickly pulled your panties to the side, pulling himself out of his boxers before sliding himself into you at a quick pace. You gasped out loudly, your mouth opening wide as Drew stretched you out. Despite being in the water, Drews huge member had you moaning loudly as you were grinding your hips up and down his cock, his hands gripping your ass to help hold you up.

“ your pussy feels so good on me princess” Drew groaned out, his breath shaky as you both moved at a fast pace. You threw your head back moaning loudly , tugging on the back of his hair as his plump lips landed on your neck, his hands gripping so tight against your hips as he aggressively moved them up and down his body, surely to leave bruises by morning. You looked down, watching his huge biceps flex with each movement, his shoulders tensing each time he lifted you.

“ oh fuck baby” he groaned out, his hips bucking foward as he pulled you down , going deep in you.

“ you’re gonna make me cum Drew” you cried out, squeezing tightly against his body as you felt the tingling feeling in the bottom of of your stomach , needing to release on Drew.

“ cum on daddy’s dick princess” Drew huffed out, his jaw opened wide breathing heavily as he watched you unfold over him.

“ oh god!” You screamed out as you felt your clit pulsing, your walls clenching around Drew. Just the sight itself sent him over. You bit your bottom lip as you heard him moan a low ‘ fuck’ in your ear as he road out his climax.

Once Drew’s movements stopped, his arms slid up to around your back , holding you tightly against him while he placed sloppy kids along your collar bone and neck, eventually making their way to your lips.

“That was nice” you beamed, grinning as he still held you up.

“ it was “ he said pecking your lips before lowering you back down, your feet landing on the mossy rocks below .

“ I’m kind of hungry now “ you chuckled, floating on your back.

“ okay we’ll swim for a few and then go back okay? “ Drew said while fixing himself back into his briefs.

“ mhm” you said closing your eyes, moving your hands gently in the water as you floated around theswimming hole on your back .

“ do you bring all of your girlfriends here?” You joked. You jumped as you felt water splash on your face . “ Drew! “ you yelled out as you lifted your head out of the water looking at him.

“ I’ve only had like 2 before you and I never brought them here “ he stated before rolling his eyes. He hated when you would say stuff like that even though he knew you meant it as a joke.

“ I wouldn’t have cared if you did baby” you said swimming over to him.

“ that so ?” He questioned smirking at you. You grinned before jumping out of the water, leaping onto him causing you both to fall over and land under water.

For the next hour it had become a full blown wrestle match between you and Drew. Most of the time it was you getting tossed in the water but you did manage to get him a few times.

You both got dressed quietly , just enjoying the peaceful sight of nature.

“ you ready princess?” Drew asked as you slipped on your shoe, standing up and brushing your bottom off.

“ yup!” You stated, walking over towards him.

*******

“ that’s so nasty” you replied as you watched Drew eat a burnt marshmallow.

“ it’s so good” he muffled out, sucking some of the marshmallow off his thumb. You raised an eyebrow at him before placing your golden brown marshmallow in your mouth, a string of it falling down your chin.

“ let me get it” Drew suggested before taking his finger, wiping the string of sticky mess off your chin. You bit your bottom lip as you watched him stick his finger in his mouth licking it off, the same way he did back at home when he would lick your juices off his finger after fingering you.

“ stop” you said shaking your head looking over at the fire.

“ what’s the matter baby?” Drew said , his deep voice making you shiver. Drew smirked as he watched you close your eyes . He knew exactly what you were thinking about, and his actions were intentional too.

“ that make you think of something?” He said softly , leaning towards you, The lake water smell lingering off of him. You grinned biting your lip, feeling those oh-so familiar tingles in the pit of your stomach. You looked over at him slightly, your eyes glistening Under your lashes from the fire. You both stared intensely at each other for a second before you looked back at the fire, Drew’s cocky smirk still plastered over his face.

“ if you wanted me to take you into the tent and fuck you , all you had to do was ask” he said, causing you to choke on the marshmallow you had just swallowed, your eyes widen with shock. He laughed slightly at your reaction before standing up, his prominent bulge in line with your eyes.

“ c’mon princess” he spoke, reaching his hand out for yours. Your teeth found their way to your bottom lip once again as you let him pull you up from your chair , excitement rushing through you.

It was dark in the tent, orange lights shining through from the fire. “ take em off princess” he demandedt , tugging on your biker shorts . You laid your bottom on his pillow as you lifted your hips, sliding down your shorts and panties in front of him teasingly, watching him stare profoundly at your now heated core. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the friction before Drew’s large hands spread them back open.

“ relax” he said softly, before leaning down, placing warm soft kisses on your inner thigh. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes as you felt his lips continue to trail down your thigh until they were placed on your clit, sucking slightly .

The only noises resonating through the tent was the sound of crickets, the fire popping, and your moans as you felt Drew’s tongue running up and down your slit, his thumb rubbing circles against you.

“ you taste so good princess” he spoke out against you, his hot breath blowing against you. You bucked your hips up, needing more. Drew smirked before inserting his middle and ring finger, curving them inwards as he pressed them in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Drew” you moaned out, leaning your head back against the pillows in pure bliss .

“ what princess” he responded looking up at you, his fingers still moving at the same pace. “ tell me what you want”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him with your legs wide open.

“ I want you to fuck me Drew” you replied, breathing heavily. Drew immediately hovered himself over you, his lips pressing against yours at a fast and rough pace, his tongue moving against yours. You moaned out against his lips as you felt one of his hands massage around your nipple, cupping them in his large hands. Shortly after he lifted his hips up some to push down his basketball shorts before pumping himself a few times , pressing the tip against your clit. You gasped at the feeling, grinding your hips up needing more.

Drew didn’t hesitate to satisfy you by pushing himself in you, letting out a deep groan as he felt your tight walls around him. He quickly lifted your thigh over his arms, pushing your knees close to your head as he quickened his pace, the sound of slapping skin echoing through the woods.

“ oh fuck Drew” you cried out in pure bliss. Drew pounded in you fast and hard, exactly how you liked it, you watched as his hair moved back and forth against his forehead as he looked down, watching his self move in and out of you.

“ so tight baby” he groaned out. You reached up placing both your hands on the back of his neck, bringing him down to kiss you, His long thick cock stretching you to unfathomable measures.

“ oh god yes baby” you moaned out, feeling yourself getting close. You reached down placing your hands on his lower back , digging your nails in causing him to hiss. “ don’t stop baby I’m close” you said, almost yelling out. Drew leaned up, propping your legs together , placing your feet over his shoulders.

“ fuck princess” he groaned out as he started rocking his hips back and forth at the same previous fast pace again, causing you to throb around him.

“ I’m cumming Drew baby “ you yelled out, leaning your head back. Just the sight of you with your head laid back against his pillows and your back arched, your hands holding your bouncing tits made him come undone, hitting his climax as well. Drew thrusts became rough and irregular before they slowed down eventually coming to a stop.

“ holy fuck” he said out of breath before laying down next to you. You laughed slightly as you felt your clit pulsing from your climax before rolling over laying your head against his chest .

“ you always fuck me so good” you said looking up at him as he brushed his sweaty hair back.

“ oh yeah? “ he responded before kissing your forehead. It didn’t take long before the both of you fell asleep to the sound of the night.

****

It was the last night before you and Drew were going to pack up and go back home . Your whole week had been filled with nothing but laughter, adventures and a lot of sex.

It was late at night, a light rain shower falling over you both. drew was rolled over fast asleep from your hiking trip you had today, while you held the flashlight over one of your books reading it when you heard rustling against the leaves beside your tent. You sat for a second , looking up from your book waiting to hear something. After a few seconds of silence except for rain drops dropping from the tree leaves, you went back to reading your book. It wasn’t long afterwards until you heard it again, this time it was closer and sounded like it was walking towards you. You froze, clicking your flash light off, your heart beginning to race. You started tapping on Drew’s back as you continued to hear moving , fear running through you.

“ hmm?” Drew groaned out but you quickly leaned over him shushing him, placing your hand over his mouth. Drew leaned over trying to look at you but it was pitch black since the rain shower had put your fire out.

“ something out here” you whispered softly. Drew sat up, feeling your body trembling against him. He sat and listened for a second, waiting to hear something.

“ it was probably a raccoon or something” he reassured, only seconds later to be proven wrong as you both heard a growling noise. Your small figure couldn’t scoot any closer to Him than youalready were but your fear made you want to crawl in Drew and hide.

“ fuck” Drew mumbled under his breath , realizing his accusations were wrong. Drew grabbed the flash light from you turning it back on before he reached into his book bag, grabbing the gun his father gave to him for the trip. You knew he had brought it, it was for absolute emergencies- but it really freaked you out that he felt the need to use it at this point.

“ Drew don’t” you pleaded as he leaned up , reaching for the zipper to the door.

“ princess I need to see what it is” he replied looking back at you. You shook your head frantically tugging on his arm.

“ what if it’s a bear?” You replied.

“ we’ll I’d at least want to be prepared and not be stuck in the tent” he stated. You really didn’t want him to go out there but you knew Drew was stubborn to an extent and would probably go anyways.

“ Drew, it’s not safe okay. We’ll just stay awake until whatever it is goes away “ he sat for a second, contemplating. “ please I’m begging you Drew” he sighed before scooting back , wrapping you up in the blanket.

“ fine princess” he said . “ go back to sleep I’ll stay up” . You laid down next to him, while he rubbed his hand over your thigh , quickly putting you to sleep.

***

You woke up to the sound of bird chirping, and the sun shining through the side of the tent . You stretched slightly before leaning over , to see Drew asleep with the flashlight still turned on. You grinned before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Drew wake up” you said pushing slightly on his shoulders .

“ hmm?” He groggily replied , looking over at you.

“ we’ve gotta start loading stuff up in the car “ you relied. It didn’t take him long to get up , helping you grab a few things before getting up out of the tent.

“ oh wow” you exclaimed, noticing the massive bear tracks along side your tent and the fire place. Drew stared at the paw prints for a second before looking at you grinning.

“ Drew you realize you were going to be battling a full from bear if you would’ve went out there last night?” You replied in shock.

“ and you saved me from being that stupid so thank you” he said kissing your lips before going back to the tent, rolling up the sleeping bags.

It was quiet for the next hour as you and him both packed stuff up and walked back for a good mile to his truck, loading things up.

“ so” he said as you strapped yourself in.

“ so “ you responded looking up at him.

“ besides the bear fear last night, did you enjoy your trip” you grinned at him nodding.

“ I really really enjoyed it baby” you said leaning over to kiss him. “ and I enjoyed the sex” you laughed out.

“ oh yeah?” He responded raising an eyebrow. You grinned before sitting back in your chair.

“ want to have one last hoorah before we leave the woods?” He said, leaning towards you.

“ oh Drew” you responded before unbuckling yourself, leaning towards him.

********

As usual, feedback greatly appreciated ❤️

[arctickat2400]

Love Never Ends <> Ben Barnes

* * *

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you ran your hands over your distended belly. You hated this part of you. You’ve never been able to lose this part of you no matter how much you’ve tried and you were furious over it, like so many other things you couldn’t control. You weren’t all that big, though. You fit into a decent size pair of jeans, you could wear a crop top and it was unlikely for someone to comment about it. But, everytime you looked in the mirror, all you saw was red. Standing half naked in only a sports bra and boy shorts underwear, you can’t help but feel insecure with your body.

You jump slightly in surprise when Ben comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, placing his hands on your tummy. He always tells you how beautiful you are to him, despite your doubts. You just couldn’t bring yourself to believe any of it, the negatives over powering the positives. Brushing you stomach gently with his thumbs, he places a sweet, soft kiss to your neck.

Ben feels you tense in his arms, and, looking up into the mirror, he meets your eyes and notices the fear and worry that filled them. His own fills with concern as he spins himself around to stand in front of you, blocking your view of your mirror self, placing his hands on your bare waist.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Ben asks in a soft voice, aware of your fragile state. He presses a comforting kiss on your forehead before pulling back and seeing the tears streaming down from your eyes in result of his question.

“How could you love me? I’m not thin like so many others. I’m not athletic. I have a belly and thick thighs a-” Ben interrupted you with a gentle, but passionate kiss to your lips. He tended to do such things when you were talking nonsense.

Placing his hands on either side of your face to make sure you were looking at him, “Baby, I love you because there’s so much more to you than just your looks and your body. Although, you are so gorgeous and you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on and guaranteed the most magnificent person I will ever lay my eyes on,” He paused. He tened to use those meaningfully over exaggerated words when it came to you, no matter how cliche. You loved it either way. Kneeling down in front of you, Ben placed his hands on your belly, however, keeping eye contact with you.

“And your precious tummy,” He smiles sweetly, placing a soft kiss just above your belly button. “God, what can I say - I know you’re insecure about it the most, but there’s so much to love, darling - it’s super soft, which makes a great pillow,” Another kiss above your ribs. “It’s good at eating food which keeps you nourished and healthy,” A kiss below your belly button. “And it’s so freakishly adorable, I just can’t get enough of it.” One last kiss before standing up to look into your precious eyes.

“But, baby, my love, you are so much more that your looks. You are wicked smart, even though you think you’re not. You’re sassy, one of my most favorite things about you,” This made you giggle just slightly as he brushed his thumb over your cheek to rid away some of your tears. “You’re creative and artistic, despite your doubts. You are one of, if not the, most supportive person I know. And the list goes on, darling. That’s why I love you and I could not imagine living my life with anyone other than you. No matter what you look like, my love for you will never end.” Ben ended with a soft, comforting smile. It was impossible not to smile after seeing his.

You sniffled, tears running down your cheeks. “I love you so much. Thank you,” You told him. Ben knew he’d gotten through to you as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, bringing you into a tight, loving embrace.

* * *

Later, “Ben!” You call out to him from the bathroom. Usually he’d be quick to answer, but without one, you try again. “Ben!” You lengthened out your call.

Ben comes running in, a concerned look on his face as he sees you sitting on the tiled floor, your legs half crossed beneath you. You looked a bit pale and you were shaking.

“Baby, what’s going on? Are you alright?” Ben questioned, kneeling down beside you, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re a little warm, my love,” He added, his eyes dropping in worry.

“My legs feel really weak,” You answered with what felt like a ton of effort. “I have a really bad headache and I’m really tired,” You added in a hushed tone, leaning back against the glass of the shower. Ben knew what this was. You have these episodes all the time, although no matter how much you have them, it all still worries him to see you this way.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get you in bed.” Ben kisses your forehead before picking you up bridal style, one arm behind your back and the other under your knees as you wrap your arms around his neck to hold on to him.

He carries you out of the bathroom and sets you down carefully on your bed. Covering you in the duvet and setting your weighted blanket over your legs, “What can I get you, my love?” Ben asks, sitting beside you, placing his hand on your pale cheek.

“Maybe some chocolate milk,” Ben nodded. He would always get you a class of chocolate milk when you had these episodes, something to help you. “And you,” You finished, nuzzling your face further against his hand.

Ben gave you a small, sweet smile. “Of course, love. Whatever my baby desires,” He stands, placing a kiss to the top of your head before leaving for your chocolate milk.

Shortly after you finish your drink, Ben helps you get comfortable. He lays down beside you, placing his head on your stomach as you bury your hands in his hair, scratching his head gently. Ben traces smooth shapes around your belly with his finger, soothing you into a deep sleep he knows you need, hoping that you’ll dream good things so that his baby won’t be in anymore pain.

[angelmavmurdock]

The Boy Next Door

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (fem+mal), DIRTY TALK, PRAISE, CHOKING, THIGH RIDING, MENTIONS OF DRUGS.

inexperienced!reader x stoner!tom

(inspired by Ginny and Georgia)

The new house was a lot bigger than our last house. But of course that's due to my mother marrying a man 30 years older than her who owns some workout company. She's a gold digger is what I'm trying to say. Ever since I can remember, whatever guy she was dating dictated where we would live, where my brother and I would go to school, what I'd wear, how I'd act and even what friends I had. Or, lack there of. Always being the 'new girl' was beginning to get exhausting so I never really had friends. If I gained any friends then I knew that we'd get close then I'd move and we'd stay in touch for about a month before they move on and forget about me.

y/n. Always the new girl.

"y/n would you help us, please?" Mum asked in an annoyed tone, brushing past me with a box in her hands.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, walking to the car and beginning to lift stuff out and into the house. It was a huge driveway - unnecessarily large - and everyone on the street was the same. Everyone in the town was the same. It was a rich, suburban area. No place I hadn't seen before but we definitely didn't belong. My Mum just shapeshifted into whoever she thought Greg would want. Greg being my 'step-dad'. He's 63. My Mum is 33. How is that even allowed.

We unloaded everything from the cars and waited on the trucks arriving with everything else. Cameron and I scuffed our shoes as we strolled through the huge house, taking in everything and familiarising ourselves with our new home.

"I'm so glad I'm not at school anymore because being in a class with snobby assholes like these people would be shit." Cameron said, crossing his arms as he gestured to the family across the road.

I walked over to him and watched too. A family of 5 - two girls, one boy, Mum and a Dad - were dressed rather nicely in dresses and suits. They came out of their house and waltzed to their Tesla nonchalantly with their noses in the air. The eldest girl looked around my age. She would probably be in some of my classes.

"I'm not looking forward to Monday." I groaned.

We stood in comfortable silence, watching the Tesla inquisitively as it drove off with the family inside.

"Trucks arrived!" Mum called from the front door.

We both shared our sibling look with one another then walked back out with reluctance. Mum was standing in the middle of the driveway with her hands on her hips, watching as Greg approached the van and signed some forms off. Cameron and I walked down and stood either side of her. She grinned and wrapped her arms around us, rubbing both our backs simultaneously.

"I've got a good feeling about this, guys." She took a deep breath.

"At least someone does." I remarked.

She ignored the comment and we watched Greg do practically nothing. I mean he was basically an ancient artefact.

"I've heard your new school is wonderful. The pass grade levels are insanely good and there's a lot of people there to befriend." Mum spoke positively.

"My last 6 schools also had a lot of people to befriend but of course, I always lose them because we move so bloody much." I clenched my jaw.

"Well...this time it's different."

I scoffed, "You always say that."

"I swear this time!"

"And that!"

"y/n I don't know what you want me to do. Greg is a great guy who is supporting us fully! I mean, look at this place! Surely you can't be mad we're living here." Mum shook her head, removing her arm from my waist.

"I'd rather live in a box with just you two than live in a huge house with some random guy in a town I hate." I argued then stormed away dramatically up the driveway.

I got into the house and slammed the door, grabbing the banister and stomping up the flight of stairs. There was one flight then a landing then another flight. This house was too bloody big.

I finally found what was meant to be my new room and slammed that door shut. Just for good measure. I huffed and sighed as I leaned my back against the white, wooden door.

The room was stark white and empty, only a bay window to give some character. I might hate Greg and my mother and this whole situation but I loved this bay window. I snaked in between the boxes and suitcases and sat on the wooden ledge. I kicked my shoes off before sitting my feet up and watching outside. My room faced the front of the house so I could see the movers offloading furniture and boxes off while Greg stood helplessly.

I groaned and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, just wanting to crawl into a shell and hide.

A slam of a car door forced my eyelids open and I jumped slightly.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

I heard a woman's voice from outside. I looked outside curiously, scanning the street with my eyes to find where the noise was coming from. It finally caught my eye and I had to sit up and switch sides of the window to look properly.

A red-headed woman and a curly headed boy were standing in the driveway.

Our next door neighbours apparently.

The boy was around my age, maybe a little older. He stumbled a little as he walked up the drive, his mother - I think - watching from behind her car door.

"I'm going to bed!" He shouted back.

"Not now you're not, you have to talk to me, Thomas!" She shouted, slamming her own car door.

Thomas.

He hung his head on his shoulders, "I need to sleep, mum."

"Well I just had to bail you out of jail for marijuana possession and use so you better talk to me."

Oof, I thought. He was a stoner. A criminal basically. But he was attractive from what you could see. Dark brown curly hair, tall enough, a sharp jawline, a good body from where I was sitting and a good style too - a hoodie with a denim jacket and jeans. But he was my neighbour. And a stoner.

"Mum can we just talk later?" He pleaded, running a hand through his hair.

"Tom we will talk about this right now." She said sternly.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning his back to her and walking away. I watched him with a slight smile. He really was attractive.

"Thomas Holland you get back here right now!" His mother shouted.

"When I'm not on drugs, I'll talk." He stated.

His mother stuttered then just grunted in annoyance, allowing him to go inside.

I kept my eyes on him, my smile still on my face as he started to walk into his house. He suddenly turned his head with a confused expression then looked up. Straight at me through my window.

I froze in shock, eyes widening, mouth parting. He slowly smirked and nodded his head at me before going inside.

I sunk off the window ledge in humiliation, snaking to the floor and mumbling how stupid I was and how embarrassing that was.

"y/n! Come meet your neighbour!" Mum shouted up.

My ears perked up then I leaped up to look out the bay window. The boy next door's mum was standing outside, chatting to my mum.

-

I hardly learned anything talking to his mum. Her name was Nikki Holland, she had a husband named Dominic who was a comedian and a writer. She was a photographer. Along with Tom - the oldest - she had three other sons: twins named Harry and Sam and then Paddy who was a good bit younger. I can't remember the exact age. My mum had nosily asked her about Tom and that was the only part I listened to.

"He's 18,"

"Dropped out of school last year,"

"Says he wants to be an actor,"

"Oh today? He got in trouble from the police about...you know what, that isn't important."

"You look so young to be a mother to a teenager. How old are you?"

"And you're 18, too?" "Still in school?" "What do you want to do?" "Ah, smart girl."

The conversation was brief and slightly awkward. She was clearly stressed about Tom and his situation so I slid out of the engagement pretty fast and escaped up to my room.

During the entirety of the weird conversation, the movers had put my bed, mattress and desk into my room. It felt a lot more homier.

-

It was the next night and I had finished dinner and immediately gone upstairs. I was not participating in any sort of 'family time'. I sat down on my bed and scrolled through my phone aimlessly.

A thump outside drew my attention away and I looked to my right at the regular window which faced our neighbours house.

I sat up and squinted to see out into the dark. It was Tom. He was halfway out his window.

I didn't even realise our windows faced each other. And here he was, one leg out the window and his other following on. He had thrown a backpack down which caused the dull thump on the grass - which I only assume contains weed - and now he was escaping his house.

I got out of bed and walked to the glass, peeking out to see what he was doing.

He climbed impressively down the wall and jumped the last few metres, landing in a Spider-Man like pose. Admirable, I thought as he picked up his back pack and slid a skateboard out from a bush. He brushed it off then slotted it under his armpit.

He was sporting a black t-shirt with a dog-tag necklace and some distressed deep blue jeans with a denim jacket over top and a baseball cap placed on backwards that sat on top of his curly head of hair.

He looked around in case he was going to get caught then looked up. Directly at me. Again.

This time I didn't shy away. I just made a gesture and mouthed 'what the fuck?' then he laughed to himself and looked back up at me.

'Don't be so nosy, neighbour', he mouthed.

I squinted and shook my head in disapproval. He just smirked boyishly then walked to his driveway where he flipped his skateboard and skated off into the night.

I gulped and sat back on my bed, feeling my heart rate slow back down.

But curiosity filled my brain.

Where was he going?

-

Just as Sunday night came around, I had finished decorating my room. My pictures and paintings hung on the wall, along with some mirrors to fill the blank space of the white walls. My bed was cosy and was filled with throw blankets, fluffy sheets and way too many pillows. My desk was organised and my laptop sat atop the white surface, making it look a lot more professional than I had anticipated.

I had turned my bay window into a reading nook. A few blankets lay on the ledge and a couple pillows too, along with my current read.

I had seen Tom sneak out a few nights ago but I tried to stay away from the regular window, only ever sitting on the bay one because I couldn't see Toms room from there.

However, it didn't shield me from him completely.

I would see him outside in their front garden playing games with his brothers and sometimes I'd watch them from just over the top of my book. The way he played with their dog was cute. I had gathered her name was Tessa and I knew she was a staffy because we used to have one. He'd throw balls or sticks for her and sometimes she'd clamber on top of him with excitement. He'd dodge her licks but still clap her because she was excited after all.

Every once in a while he'd catch me looking down at him or I'd catch him looking up at me. Whenever it happened, it seemed as if everyone and everything disappeared. Like it was just us. Tunnel view. But then one of us would look away or stick the middle finger up or mouth 'fuck off'. Our unusual and silent rivalry was the closest thing to a friend I'd had in years.

But now, Mum, Greg and Cameron were going out to a nice dinner to celebrate the first week of living here. I thought it was an incredibly stupid idea so I decided to stay home alone and eat pizza.

They all left and Cameron immediately texted me.

Cammando: I hate you for leaving me

y/n: your fault not mine :)

I didn't really know what to do. I walked around the house and asked Alexa to play some songs but I couldn't be bothered dancing. I wasn't really in a dancing mood.

I just gave up and went back upstairs into my room. My windows were still open so before I got changed I went to close them and put down the blinds. I closed the bay window and then I went to the next one.

I looked straight ahead into Toms room and my jaw dropped.

He was hopping and hyping himself up in front of a punch bag...shirtless with gloves on. I watched as he punched the bag skilfully, moving his feet as if it was a choreographed routine. His damp curly hair hung onto his forehead and I could see glimpses of airpods in his ears. His back muscles tightened and flexed as he threw punches.

He moved around the bag and now I could see the front of him. He had a very visible six pack. I definitely didn't expect that from the stoner boy next door. If I thought he was attractive before...now I don't even know what I would call him.

Otherworldly, perhaps?

He suddenly looked up and I gasped, turning and slamming my back against the wall next to the window, wincing at the pain. Hopefully he didn't see me...

It was creepy to be staring at him. I shouldn't have done it.

I peeked back and he was back to beating the poor punch bag.

God, he was so hot.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and ears, burning with lust. I gulped and looked away, closing the blind to stop myself from looking anymore.

I got changed into shorts and a burgundy Cambridge University jumper that used to belong to my Dad. He gave it to me the first time he properly left for a while and I still have it even though I see him more often.

I hopped downstairs and played some music while I sorted the pizza and chips out to eat.

I sat and ate while listening to music. Once I was finished, I cleaned everything up then went back upstairs into my room, shutting the door behind me and jumping onto my bed.

I scrolled through tiktok aimlessly, just filling the time before it was an acceptable hour to go to bed as a teenager.

I switched apps to Instagram when I lay on my side, my back facing my windows. I scrolled through for a while but a certain picture caught my eye.

I had to blink a few times to really look.

It was my so called 'best friend' who I hadn't talked to since I moved twice after befriending her and my ex-boyfriend. My ex. My only boyfriend I've ever had. My first kiss, my first date...my first time. My only time. We only had sex twice. Three if you count foreplay but I faked it. Actually I faked it all of the times. He was never good at it and I had no idea how to go about telling him because to be honest, I had no idea what to do either.

But my ex-best friend and my ex-boyfriend? She didn't even tell me. She didn't even think to ask me.

They were dressed nicely and holding each other's waists. It looked a little awkward but most of those pictures are because they are being taken by parents.

I looked through the comments.

OMG! Hot couple alert! You two are the cutest just marry already yall are too happy it's been the best year of my life baby

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, sitting up sharply.

They had been together for a YEAR.

"Ugh!" I groaned and threw my phone across my room, hearing it basically break against the wooden floor.

"Rough night?" A voice spoke from my window.

I screamed, jumping with fear and successfully landing my ass on the floor.

I panicked and grabbed the first thing I could use as a weapon. A glass of water. It would have to do.

I quickly flung the water at the intruder, "WHAT THE FUCK, GET OUT!" I screamed, my eyes closed tightly in fear.

I heard the water splash over them but they still came in. I just threw the glass at them. It thumped against them dully and then crashed onto the floor.

"Ouch."

I slowly opened one eye and looked up at the figure who had just entered my room.

It was Tom.

He was in a grey t-shirt and black basketball shorts with a baseball cap placed on backwards, a backpack thrown over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CLIMBING INTO MY ROOM?!" I shouted, standing up.

He was taller than me by a few inches but we were basically at eye level.

"I was clearly looking for some company but you then threw water over me and then a literal glass." He spoke calmly, wiping a hand over his wet face.

"How the hell are you being so calm about this?! You just intruded into my home!" I exclaimed.

"Well, darling, I have a thing called weed. It's great for calming you down. You clearly need some." He slung his bag around and went to open it.

"W-what? No, I'm not smoking weed!"

He sighed and slung his bag back, "Well, why are you being so uptight about this I just wanted to say hello." He smiled boyishly.

I licked my teeth in annoyance. He was so fucking attractive but he was so fucking annoying and I didn't even know him.

"You need to get out. I didn't invite you in here so you are not welcome." I stated, crossing my arms.

"Okay, yes. But also- my mother nearly just caught me sneaking out so it's a cover if she comes round here."

"Why would she come here?" I asked.

"Because she's a mad woman who hates me having a life apparently."

"You're an 18 year old who sneaks out of the house to smoke weed. I wouldn't call that a life." I remarked.

He smirked, "You know what, I like you."

He sat his bag down then started to walk slowly around my room, inspecting my pictures and decorations intricately.

I stuttered, not knowing how to react to this whole situation.

"I'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, brows furrowed.

"You're quite an interesting person, I must say."

I sighed and shook my head at the ceiling.

"Ah, this makes sense." He picked up one of my camera's.

I scoffed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sat it down and picked up the next one, shrugging with a smug smirk.

"You like looking at things."

I gulped, red rushing to my cheeks.

"Clearly very beautiful things." He said, referring to my pictures on the walls.

"I'm just honoured I'm one of them."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "You wish you were."

"Oh but I am, aren't I?" He challenged, sitting my camera down.

I licked my back teeth and watched with heavy breath as he paced towards me slowly.

"I've never taken a picture of you before." I said matter-of-factly.

"You might not have but you definitely love a good stare, don't you?" He asked, his left eyebrow quirked cockily.

I noticed the unusualness of it and then looked into his dark, dilated eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said quietly.

He laughed lowly, "So you weren't staring at me earlier when I was working out?"

I stuttered as we came face to face.

"You're stubborn but I feel like I know you," He placed his fingers under my chin, tracing up my jaw and to my ear where he tucked some of my hair behind.

"Because I've been looking at you, too." He whispered.

I practically melted and a whimper left my mouth, eyes rolling back.

He chuckled, "Already needy for me I see."

I looked up at him as his thumb swiped over my lips.

This whole situation was insane. I didn't even know how we got here. I didn't know how to feel, either. I had never been turned on like this before.

He slowly pushed his thumb into my mouth and I moaned around it, tasting his skin.

"Good girl." He praised, taking his thumb out and replacing it with his tongue.

I moaned again, feeling his lips on mine. His hands gripped my waist and I tangled my fingers into his hair.

He tasted of weed but I didn't mind it at all. He pushed me backwards until I hit the wall next to my bed. He gripped my hips tightly and I kept my hands in his hair. He must have gone for a shower since his workout because he smelled fresh and clean and his hair was damp.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was kissing a stranger. Who climbed into my room.

"Wait-" He pulled away briefly.

"Is your family home?" He asked.

"No, they're out all night." I answered breathlessly.

He smirked, "Good."

He suddenly lifted me up and I squealed, automatically wrapping my legs around his taut torso.

His tongue slipped between my lips again and I welcomed it. He lay me down on my bed and started to kiss down to my jaw and my neck.

I gasped and tugged his hair when he started kissing a certain spot on my skin. He got the message that I liked it and started licking and sucking on it. I arched my back slightly, moaning as he worked his tongue and lips on my skin.

He left the spot on my neck but kissed over my skin as he started to lift my jumper up. Panic and nerves suddenly settled in and I grabbed his hands, stopping his movements.

"You alright?" He asked breathlessly.

I swallowed, "I uh...I've never-"

His eyes widened, "You're a virgin?"

"No, no. I've had sex it just...it just wasn't that great." I bit my lip nervously.

He encased my lips in his and I relaxed to his touch.

"Do you want to?" He asked against my lips.

"Yes, fuck yes." I practically moaned into his mouth.

"I just need you to guide me through it." I said in between kisses.

He pulled away, "I can do that." He smiled.

He started to lift my jumper off and this time I let him. I sat up and he removed it, throwing it off the bed. He admired the pink bralette I was wearing and immediately pressed his lips and tongue to the valley of my breasts. He nipped and sucked on my skin and I moaned as he palmed one of my boobs while leaving marks on the other.

He came back up and kissed me again but flipped us over so I was now on top. He sat up and shuffled back against my headboard and pulled me onto his lap.

He brushed my hair off my shoulders and cupped my chin, taking me in.

"D'you wanna try riding my thigh?" He asked lowly.

I gulped, "S-sure."

He smirked and I straddled his left thigh, holding his shoulders.

"Just rock your hips back and forwa-"

"Fuck," I moaned, the rubbing of the different materials causing my core to clench.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, his breath fanning over my face.

His hands rested on my hips and he helped my movements.

"Feels so good." I moaned.

"Yeah? You like riding my thigh?" He prompted, his hands making me speed up.

I fisted the material of his shirt in my hands as my mouth fell agape with pleasure.

"Riding my thigh like such a good girl." He praised.

"Fuck!" I hung my head back, his words going straight to my core.

He chuckled cockily, "D'you like when I call you that? Huh?"

I nodded, too flustered with these new senses of pleasure to speak.

His hand travelled up into my hair and tugged on it by my roots. A louder moan than I would have liked escaped my lips.

"I asked you a question, answer me." He said sternly.

"Fuck! Yes, I love it when you call me that." I answered pathetically.

"Good girl." He praised, letting go of my hair and rocking my hips on him.

I felt an immense amount of pleasure build up and it felt as if something was going to snap in me.

"Oh shit, I- fuck!" I furrowed my brows in concentration and confusion.

"R'you gonna cum, darling?" He asked, almost shocked.

"I don't- fuck - know!" I moaned, feeling the knot inside my stomach about to snap.

But before that could even happen I was being flipped back onto my back and Tom was ripping off my shorts and panties, diving in between my legs with lust.

His hands held my thighs and brought me closer to him. His lips attached to my clit and sucked, giving me a whole new feeling.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" I moaned shamelessly, tugging his hair and fisting the bedsheets.

"Go on, darling. Cum in my mouth for me. Taste so good. Please, love."

The mixture between his words and his nicknames for me and the fact his mouth was working wonders on my core completely sent me over the edge: an experience I had never had before.

"Holy shit! Tom! Yes!" I subconsciously tightened my thighs around his head and my hands practically pushed him completely onto me.

He continued riding me through my high until I unclenched my thigh and he pulled away slowly.

I lay breathless and in a state of shock and euphoria at the same time.

"You okay?" He asked soothingly, rubbing his hand over my bare thigh as he came up to kiss me.

"Yeah I've...I've never-"

"You've never came before?" Tom asked, baffled by me.

"Nope..."

He kept his eyes on me but slipped a hand down to my core again. I bucked my hips against his hand with a gasp as he moved his fingers in circles over my core.

"You've never even touched yourself?" He asked lowly.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"You're so wet for me, darling, fuck." He cursed.

He suddenly dipped a finger into my core and I moaned. He curled it up and I gripped his arm tightly.

"What d'you want?" He asked.

"I want you, Tom, please." I bit my lip.

He smiled and sat back, his hand coming away from my clit, leaving me feeling empty. He shed his shirt and I finally got to look at his chiselled torso up close. He then slid his shorts and boxers off and my jaw dropped at the sight of him.

He was semi-hard but he was already bigger than my ex. A lot bigger.

He pumped his member in his hand, "You sure about this?"

I stuttered, completely distracted by his actions than his words.

"What? You like the look of it? Hmm? Wanna suck me off?" He asked, his hand cupping my chin and sliding his thumb into my mouth again.

I moaned at his words and nodded.

"You want to suck me off, darling? You sure?" He asked, removing his thumb.

"Yes, fuck Tom, I wanna suck you off." I moaned.

"Good girl." He praised.

We switched positions so he was sitting against the headboard and now I was in between his legs.

"I don't know how to..." I said shakily.

"You're okay," He gathered my hair up in his hands.

"Do whatever feels natural and I'll tell you if it's good, yeah?"

I nodded and gulped, moving my mouth closer to his member. I pumped him in my hand a few times and I could almost feel him harden right there. I had done this part before, at least.

I lowered my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around his lip. He hissed slightly and gripped my hair tighter. I slowly let my mouth down on him and came back up.

"That's it, good girl." He praised.

I moaned and continued bobbing my head slowly on him, finding a rhythm. I held his thigh for support as I got faster, easing into it.

"Fuck, darling, feels so good." He groaned.

The taste of him in my mouth was amazing, pre cum already escaping onto my tongue.

I slackened my jaw and took as much of him as I could then pumped the rest in my hand.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" He held my head there and thrusted up.

His member hit the back of my throat but I didn't mind it at all. He made sure I was okay then did it again. And again. And again. Until he was continuously throat fucking me. I enjoyed it, surprisingly. The obscene sounds my mouth was making was not only making Tom more aroused, but also me.

I felt some drool drip down from my mouth onto my chin and even onto his lower stomach but I didn't care.

"Fuck, love those pretty little sounds coming from your throat, baby." He groaned.

I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Such a good girl."

But then he pulled me off of him. I looked at him in confusion but he flipped me onto my back sooner than I could say anything.

"Need to be in you before I cum, princess." He said, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

"Ready?" He asked.

I felt his tip brush up and down my folds. I gripped his arms and nodded, closing my eyes to concentrate.

"Hey, look at me." He said.

I looked up into his gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"Breathe in," He instructed.

I did as he said.

"And out."

As I breathed out, he pushed into me slowly.

I moaned and arched my back at the feeling of him inside of me. His technique worked.

"You okay?" He asked caringly.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"You can move."

He started thrusting slowly in and out of me, my arousal making it a lot easier for him to move.

"So fuckin' tight, darling." He cursed.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist and he bottomed me out.

"Yes!" I moaned, my back arching so our chests were touching.

"Does that feel good?" He asked.

I hummed, "Faster, please."

He smirked, "As you wish."

His thrusts got gradually faster and my mouth hung open in a silent moan. He brushed past my g-spot with every movement and I scraped his back with my finger nails.

"So fucking good," I gasped.

He sped his thrusts completely and his head fell into the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses on my skin.

"So big! Yes!" I moaned pornographically as he perfectly met my g-spot.

He reached a hand down and started rubbing my clit in skilful circles. I screamed out in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the now familiar feeling come back in my stomach.

"So good for me, darling. Been such a good girl. You gonna cum?" Tom whispered his praises into my ear.

"So close! Oh my god!" I curled my toes and dug my fingernails into his back.

"Come on darling. Feel so good around my cock. Feel so fucking good. You're a fucking angel, y/n. Fuck." He moaned.

I rolled my eyes back at his words. God his words.

"I'm gonna cum!" I squealed, eyes squeezing shut.

"Look at me when you cum, love."

I could hardly hear his voice anymore as I felt my second high approaching.

"I said-"

I gasped as I felt his hand around my throat, pressing the sides of my neck, activating some unknown pleasure button.

"Look at me when you cum all over my fucking cock." He grunted, his dark, dilated eyes staring into mine.

I kept my eyes on him as my high began to wash over me. His thrusts kept the same pace but his fingers moved faster, spurring my orgasm along.

"Yes! Fuck, feels so- yes!" I moaned.

I was extremely loud, I'm surprised the police hadn't come knocking asking about it.

My high seemed to be everlasting. Tom began to pull out but I kept my legs wrapped around him.

"Want you to cum in me, Tom. Please." I begged.

"You sure?" He asked, holding his orgasm back.

"Yes! Please! Need your cum in me." I moaned seductively against his lips.

"Fuck- so good for me- yes!"

I felt as he stilled in me, and as his cum painted my walls. His face contorted in levels of pleasure as he finished and I was finally coming down from my own high.

He pulled out after a second and collapsed next to me.

We both lay together, not saying a word, just listening to each other's breathing calm.

After a minute or two, he turned to face me.

"That- was so fucking good." He laughed.

"It was." I smiled back.

He reached a hand over to my face and brushed my hair behind my ear. I softened into his touch and hummed.

But that bliss was broken quickly.

"Hello?! We're home!"

I gasped, shooting up on my bed.

"Is that your mum?!" Tom whisper shouted.

"Yes! You need to go like now!" I whispered back.

He scurried off the bed and into his boxers and clothes, shakily putting on his shirt and attempting to put his shoes on quickly but leaving them untied.

I grabbed his backpack and handed it to him.

"Thank you," He smiled, taking it from me and heading for the window again.

He swung a leg out but then hesitated.

"Oh and uh-"

He held his hand out.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He grinned.

I smiled, shaking his hand.

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, neighbour."

"Nice to meet you, too." He winked, before climbing out the window, down the wall and back into his own house.

Nice to meet you indeed.

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A/N: this is written for my amazing friend Caitlin and it's her birthday today! and she gave me all the details for this piece so i hope you guys enjoyed!

[bloody-roses00]

Jealousy

Stepbro!Shigaraki x Reader

Quirkless AU

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning - dark content below: NSFW, Noncon, Incest (stepcest), Masturbation, Panty Sniffing, Slut-Shaming, Breeding Kink, Jealousy, Yandere

Summary: While your parents are away, Stepbrother Shigaraki decides to teach you a much-needed lesson.

"And where exactly are you going?" Shigaraki questions, setting down his controller after pausing the game. Piercing red eyes looking you up and down, he glares, his lips curling into a snarl as he notices the skimpy outfit you have on.

He hates how short the skirt is, showing off your fleshy thighs, and he detests the way the sweetheart crop top hugs your breasts. But most of all, he despises the fact that you're not wearing it for him.

You look at him in surprise, eyes wide and lips apart as you stammered, "O-oh, Touya's taking me out on a date tonight."

Shigaraki scowled at the mention of your boyfriend. He despised everything about the arrogant bastard you called your boyfriend. Shigaraki knew he didn't like Touya the first time he laid eyes on him. Shigaraki couldn't stand him, hating the way Touya's arm wrapped around your waist with a cocky smirk that Shigaraki wanted to wipe right off his face. He wasn't good for you; Shigaraki was sure about that. But, you didn't see it that way, instead claiming your stepbrother was merely being overprotective. So naive you were, didn't you know guys like Touya only wanted one thing?

You seem to notice his scowl, furrowing your brows as you complained, "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" Shigaraki asks, quirking an eyebrow.

You point a finger in his face, "Don't make that face," crossing your arms, continuing, "I know you don't like Touya for whatever reason, but you don't know him like I do, so you have no right to judge him."

He rolls his eyes, scoffing, "Yeah, whatever. Just go on your stupid date." You click your tongue, turning to head out the door, slamming it behind you without so much as a goodbye. Shigaraki swears underneath his breath, returning his attention to his game, anything to get his mind off of you.

However, Shigaraki can't focus; and it's 45 minutes later after his sixth death in a row that he throws the controller aside, itching and clawing at his neck. He can't ignore the growing tent in his pants any longer, the strain of his hardening cock unbearable. With one thing on his mind, he stands, walking to your shared bathroom.

Fishing through the pile of clothes in the laundry hamper, Shigaraki smirking triumphantly as he pulls out a pair of your used panties. Flopping down onto his bed, he marvels at your used panties, loving the pink lace, so cute.

Bunching up your panties, he presses the dainty fabric against his nose. Drinking in your sweet scent, he pants, his long fingers fumbling for the fly of his jeans.

Freeing his aroused member, he releases a shaky breath as he palms himself. Slowly, he begins stroking his shaft up and down, precum already oozing from the swollen head. His imagination soon takes over, his perverted thoughts all around you, his adorable imouto-chan. Shigaraki wonders what you would do if you found him in such an obscene state, your lacy panties in one hand and his dick in the other. Would you turn a blind eye to it, pretending as if it never happened? Would you be disgusted by him, never being able to look him in the eye again? Or maybe you'd want to punish your perverted nii-san, straddling his face as you ride him, coming undone before his very eyes.

'Nii-san, it feels so good.' you moaned, panting heavily as his tongue explores your innermost crevices.

'Please, nii-san, I-I need more.' you begged, bucking your hips against his face, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds in your core.

'I love you, nii-san!' you cried as you reached your peak, fingers tangling his white locks as you rode out your orgasm, thighs quivering.

Shigaraki knows deep down it's wrong; that what he's doing is depraved. He shouldn't feel this way towards his little stepsister, but he can't help it. Rubbing your panties across his engorged cock, his hips stutter as he fucks your panties to the thought of you. It's not long before he finds his release, collapsing onto the bed, panting as he looks at your soiled panties, now coated with his sticky seed.

It's only a few minutes later that Shigaraki hears the open and close of the front door, followed by faint footsteps creeping past his door. Odd, usually when you came home from your little dates, you'd be giggling like an obnoxious schoolgirl.

Sitting up from his bed, he pads over to your room. He doesn't even think to knock, the door slightly ajar. His eyes widen when he barges in, catching you midway through undressing, in the process of tugging off your skirt, clad in only your white bra and matching panties. But that's not what catches his attention. No, it's the fresh, red marks that paint your skin, lining your collarbone down to your inner thighs. Knowing just who gave you those hickeys, his blood boils, quickly narrowing the distance between the two of you.

You notice his intruding presence all too late, covering yourself with your arms the best you can as you screamed, "Get out!" However, Shigaraki has no such plans. He advances towards you, quickly caging you against the wall, vermillion eyes sharp as he stares you down. You attack him, hitting him in the chest, as you yell, "What the hell, Shigaraki; I said get out!"

He ignores your pathetic attempt at self-defense, unbudging as he seizes your wrists, pinning your arms above you as you yelp in pain from his tight grip.

"You. little. slut." Shigaraki seethes, one hand leaving your wrists, painfully gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

With tears pricking your eyes, you sniffle, begging, "You're hurting me. Please, just let me go."

Shigaraki cackles, a sick grin on his face as he rasps, "Let you go? You really think I'd let you go?" his eyes darkening, "No, bad girls like you need to be taught a lesson."

Before you can even protest, he's slamming his lips into yours, his tongue down your throat. It feels like an eternity has passed before he pulls away, allowing you to catch your breath, panting. The look of disgust is evident on your face as you wipe your lips, desperate to erase any trace of his lips on yours. Taking advantage of your distraction, Shigaraki grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards your bed, pushing you onto the mattress.

You attempt to bolt from him, but Shigaraki is all too quick to push you back onto the bed, pinning you underneath him. With teary eyes, you whimper, "P-Please, don't do this. This is wrong; you're my stepbrother."

Shigaraki smirks, "That just makes it hotter, imouto-chan."

With that, his lips are on yours once again, his hands groping your breasts, tweaking your nipples. His lips move down from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the already tender flesh. You bite your lip to try and silence your moans, but Shigaraki notices, halting his assault on your neck, "Ah ah, I want to hear you moan for your nii-san."

With lust-filled eyes, Shigaraki pulls up your bra, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of your exposed breasts. You gasp as his wet tongue laps at one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth, twirling it around. He doesn't forget about your other breast, teasing it by rolling the hardened bud between his fingers. After a few moments, he switches his attention to your other breast, giving it the same treatment as he did the other.

His mouth leaves your breast with a pop, positioning his knee between your legs, spreading them wide. Ridding himself of his jeans, Shigaraki palms himself through the fabric of his boxers, watching you with half-lidded eyes. His free hand travels to your underwear, fingers tracing over your slit. Upon finding your panties damp with your juices, he smirks in satisfaction, "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as me."

Shaking your head, your face flushes with embarrassment. Shigaraki clicks his tongue, chiding you, "No one likes a liar, imouto-chan; besides, your body's saying just the opposite."

However, when Shigaraki begins to peel away your panties, you fight back against him, pushing against his chest. Eyes wide with fear, you plead to your stepbrother, "Please, nii-chan, I'm tired; can't we just cuddle?" He sees right through your lie, knowing that you're just trying to find a way out of this, to buy yourself some time.

Cupping your face, he brushes away a few tears that stray from your eyes, trying to comfort you, "Don't worry, imouto-chan, I'll make you feel good. Now just lay back and enjoy yourself."

With your head lying back on his pillow, you clench your fists, sniffling as he successfully peels off your panties. He makes a mental note to save them to add to his collection. Freeing his erect cock from the confines of his boxers, he feels you tense below him, your eyes widening at the view of the pale pink organ.

Rubbing his inflamed cock up and down, he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your slit by rubbing the rounded tip against your folds. Slowly entering you, Shigaraki hisses at your tightness, your velvety walls contracting against him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tightly grip onto the sheets below you as tears fall down your cheeks.

As he bottoms out inside you, Shigaraki groans, allowing you time to adjust. You were made for him, your walls fitting around him perfectly. Kissing your tears away, he begins gently rocking his hips. "Fuck." he murmurs, his eyes watching as his cock is swallowed up by your cunt, your stomach bulging with the imprint of his dick. Repositioning himself, he throws your legs over his shoulders, giving better access to your gummy hole. As he begins pounding into you, you can't contain yourself any longer, moaning as he thrusts into you.

"That's it, baby sis, let it all out for big brother." Shigaraki praises, his lips latching onto your sensitive breast. Wanting to excite more of those noises from you, his hand wanders to your clit, rubbing the nub with his thumb. He accomplishes just that as you are overcome with the pleasure flooding you, throwing your head back as you mewl.

You're a mess, creaming on your stepbrother's cock, eyes glazed over as you're being dicked down. You're his mess, Shigaraki muses; no one else can have you. But the love bites that cover your body tell him otherwise, and he just...he needs to know.

"Tell nii-san who owns this slutty pussy." Shigaraki grunts, his balls slapping against your ass as he picks up the pace. You shake your head back and forth, your lips pressed into a tight line as you refuse to answer him.

Stubborn little brat.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Shigaraki growls, his length nearly pulling out of you before slamming back in. This action causes you to squeal, Shigaraki doing it over and over again.

He hardly even hears it at first, your voice low and riddled with shame. "What was that?" He questions, Shigaraki showing your hole no mercy, pummeling into you with such brutality.

You have a conflicted look on your face, your lips wavering as you remain silent.

"Hmm, no answer, that's too bad; guess I'll just have to cum inside then." His statement gets an immediate reaction out of you, your hands pressed against his chest in protest.

"No! Not inside! Wait, I'll say it!" You urged, his threat working just as planned.

Shigaraki quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your response as he quickens his pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to your womb.

You're nearing your end too, it seems, he can feel your walls beginning to suck him in.

"Nii-san does! Nii-san owns my pussy!" you wail, Shigaraki's hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him, the two of you climaxing together.

He collapses on the bed beside you, watching as your chest rapidly rises and falls. On your face, a look of betrayal as you feel the warmth of his seed deep inside you.

Tears pool in your eyes, stammering as you tried not to break down, "Y-You came inside...but you promised-"

Shigaraki cuts you off with a short kiss to your lips, pulling away with a mischievous grin, "You said I own your pussy, didn't you? So that means I can do whatever I want with it. Right, imouto-chan?"

And what better way to show he owned you than to have you swollen with his child?

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hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed. 

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”. 

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started. 

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers. 

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside. 

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting  about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made. 

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited. 

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out. 

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded. 

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party -  jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home. 

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically. 

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone. 

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it. 

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made. 

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted. 

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets. 

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you. 

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck. 

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence. 

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers. 

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less. 

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy. 

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home. 

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave. 

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him. 

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more. 

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days. 

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated. 

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-” 

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more? 

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands. 

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening. 

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back. 

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air. 

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure. 

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair. 

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him. 

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence. 

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. 

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: vomiting, light angst due to body image issues (pregnant!reader)

A/N: i have been working on a WIP all day! it’s going to be my longest one-shot by far. if you would like a hint, click here (another hint: it’s not a retelling of the episode)

Masterlist

Chapter 28

Gradually over the summer, your bump started to peek out just a little bit. The bottom of your belly would poke out of your tank tops slightly.

Spencer loved it because it gave him better skin-to-skin contact. He would constantly be rubbing and kissing your tummy while whispering softly to the baby.

He would often visit you in your office for lunch so he could bring whatever you were currently craving. You learned this the hard way once when you packed a chicken caesar wrap for lunch one morning and by the time it got to noon, it made you nauseous just looking at it. Spencer brought you watermelon that day because it was the only thing that sounded good.

You were just finishing up an email when there was a knock at the door.

“It’s open,” you announced.

“Hi, love. How are we doing today?” Spencer inquired.

“Better now that you’re here,” you looked up from your computer to give him a kiss.

“I brought you your fruit salad with extra watermelon and your prenatal vitamins. Also, I don’t know how your stomach is feeling but I would like you to try to have some protein because fruit does not have much sustenance for you and little one. I brought tofu, peanut butter crackers, or a protein bar, whatever you think you can get down,” Spencer unloaded his bag.

“I finished the whole 64 ounce water bottle before noon. Aren’t you proud of me, babe?” you beamed, proudly displaying your empty bottle.

“So proud, I’ll go refill it right now so you can take your vitamins,” Spencer lifted your blouse up and placed a gentle kiss right on your belly button, “Daddy will be right back, little one.”

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You awoke to the sickly twisting feeling in your stomach and you carefully rose from the bed in an attempt to not upset your stomach any more.

Spencer was up and out of the bed as soon as he heard the first retch. He grabbed a hair elastic and tied your hair back, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Spence, I can’t be sick today,” you cried.

“Jo will understand, love. I’ll tell her you are taking care of little one.”

“I don’t want to miss her first day of first grade,” you sobbed into his chest.

“I will facetime you and take so many videos and pictures, you won’t miss a thing,” he promised you.

“I’m going to call you out of work. Then, I’m going to get you some tea, plain crackers, and iced water,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Will you be okay in here by yourself for a little?” he asked quietly.

You sniffled and nodded.

“Okay, shout if you need me. I’m going to go get that stuff for you and wake Jo up.”

“I want to at least say bye to her. I want to see her in her first day outfit,” you insisted.

“Of course, we’ll be back up in a little,” he assured you.

About 15 minutes later, Spencer returned with a tray of just about every drink and food you had been craving for the past week.

“I love you,” you smiled.

“I love you more,” he replied, setting the tray down on your nightstand.

“Mommy, brother or sister is being bad?” Jo asked.

“No, baby,” you motioned for her to climb up on the bed with you, “They are just growing and it is making Mommy a little sick but it’s okay. I’m sorry I can’t drop you off with Daddy today. But luckily, I heard your new teacher is super nice and you have Henry in your class again this year.”

“Bye, Mommy. I’ll miss you,” she hugged you, “Bye, brother or sister,” she waved to your belly.

“Bye, Baby J. I am expecting a full report on everything that happened as soon as you get home,” you smiled.

“I’ll be back in 30,” Spencer helped Jo off the bed, looking at you worriedly.

“Spence, I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” you assured him.

“Call me if anything happens like even if you just think you’re about to throw up, call me,” he insisted.

You nodded, “Have fun!”

-

“There’s my big first grader!” you smiled with open arms.

You were waiting on the couch for Jo and Spencer to come home from pick up time.

“Mommy!” she ran into your arms, “Ms. Moore is so nice. She let us color whatever we wanted for an hour during craft time today and she had a whole bin of dinosaur books in the library. And, me and Henry played on the big kid swings at recess today and I jumped off into the air!” she exclaimed.

“Oh my gosh! What a fun day you had!” you smiled.

“And you didn’t even hear the best news yet, Daddy signed up to be a classroom helper,” she beamed.

“Did he now?” you grinned, turning your attention to Spencer.

“Ms. Moore had the sign-up sheet out at pick-up time. How can I resist spending more time with Jo? I’m going to get lonely when both my girls are at work and school,” he plopped down on the couch and squeezed you both.

-

You couldn’t find a single cute blouse that still fit you that morning. You had to wear an ugly wrinkly gray one from the back of your closet that you bought a while back and hated but never got around to returning. You brushed through your hair quickly and forwent any makeup because you already felt like utter crap.

You would have called out sick but you had an important department meeting today that you had to sit through. Luckily, that meant little to no talking but you just had to pray that your stomach would settle.

At the end of the long day, you went home and changed into sweats. In an attempt to cheer yourself up, you drove to Jo’s school to see Spencer in action. It was his first day as class assistant.

You approached the classroom to see Spencer surrounded by a group of moms. They were all over him, practically swarming him like bees to honey. These were the exact moms that were horrible to you last year. They were all dressed in high heels and skinny jeans, stuff you couldn’t wear anymore.

You turned around and headed back out to the car.

-

Spencer immediately noticed your car wasn’t in the driveway when they got home.

“Love?” Spencer called out, setting his keys on the table when they entered the front door.

No response.

Spencer tried your cell but it rang out.

He immediately had Garcia on the phone next, “Penelope, I need you to track Y/N. She’s not home yet and not answering her cell and I’m worried.”

“Oh, McDonald’s? Okay, yeah thanks. That’s been one of her cravings recently,” Spencer hung up the phone.

“Why did Mommy leave school and now she’s not here?” Jo questioned.

“Mommy wasn’t at school today, Princess. I think you are confused,” Spencer furrowed his brow.

“Daddy, I saw her,” Jo stated.

“Okay, I believe you,” he picked the little girl up and exited the house once again.

-

You didn’t want to be the crazy pregnant lady in a McDonald’s crying with a chocolate milkshake and a large fry but that is who you had become.

You heard the bell chime but you didn’t look up, dipping your next fry into your milkshake.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

Spencer was standing over you, looking very concerned and carrying Jo on his hip.

He set her down and whispered, “How about you go play in the play place for a little, Princess. Daddy will order you a happy meal.”

Jo looked at you with the same amount of concern in her eyes before deciding it was best to just follow what Spencer said. She ran off and Spencer took the seat across from you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he spoke softly.

“Not particularly,” you took a long sip of your milkshake.

“Jo said she saw you at the school today,” Spencer stated.

It didn’t take a profiler to see the way your face sank even more and you stopped sipping your shake.

“What upset you so much, love? I need to know if I’m going to fix it,” he grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“Nothing fits,” you stated.

“We’ll buy you more maternity clothes,” he replied quickly.

“I look ugly,” you protested.

“Completely and unequivocally false,” he answered sincerely.

“Those moms are going to steal you away from me,” another tear slid down your face.

Spencer’s face softened, he moved from the seat across from you to right next to you.

“You are probably feeling some residual feelings of abandonment because you had to do this alone last time,” Spencer stated softly.

You buried your face into his shoulder as confirmation.

“Love, I am never leaving you or Jo or little one ever again. There’s nowhere else I want to be. This is what makes me happy,” Spencer looked around, “I’d gladly stay in this crusty McDonald’s forever if you and Jo are here.”

Your giggle was muffled by his cardigan.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Spencer smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

A/N: i named Jo’s teacher ‘Ms. Moore’ as a little shoutout to @homoose !!! moore...moose, close enough. she was one of the writers who inspired me to start writing my own fics

taglist: (just ask to be added or removed!): @samuel-de-champagne-problems @g0lden-cth @spencerreid9 @averyhotchner @coldlilheart @k-k0129 @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 5 - Edge

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Edging, Basically Sex with Gojo lol is that enough of a tag? 

Summary: After breaking your first rule, you and Gojo give into your desires. 

A/N: I haven't written smut like this in a while lol so I hope this chapter turned okay, I am getting back into writing smut after a very long time away from writing lol- I know things seemed kind of rushed but I promise I am building up to something.

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Gojo carried you in his arms, your tee had been tossed aside leaving you in just your bralette and jeans. He made his way over to his bedroom, your legs wrapped securely around his torso as your fingers gently trailed along his strong jawline while you continued kissing him. Gojo didn’t miss a step as he entered his private quarters, holding onto your back as he gently laid you down on his comfortable mattress.

His duvet enveloped you, the material soft against your skin. When he released you from his kiss, a smirk spread across that handsome face and you realized that his mouth was stained in red.

The sight of you beneath, your lips swollen and rouge lipstick smudged, prompted him to bite his lip with satisfaction as he proceeded to bring his hands up to your chest.

“You look so fucking hot right now…” he complimented, nodding with approval as he kneaded your tits.

You tilted your head away, a shy giggle escaping you, not wanting him to see your flustered  reaction. The response was enough to make his dick twitch from underneath his pants. He buried himself back to the crook of your neck, his tongue tasting your skin, moving down to your collar bones and peppering you with kisses.

You wanted to feel his body on yours. You clung onto his shirt, tugging it to grab his attention.

“ Take this off .”

Gojo obliged, removing the piece of clothing and giving you a perfect view of those muscles. You reached for him, pulling him back in for a kiss while your hands trailed down his chest and over the lines of his hard abdomen until you reached for the button of his pants. You could feel how hard he was and you moaned into his mouth as you began undoing the button to let his cock spring free.

Gojo grabbed both your wrists with one hand, before pinning them above your head and stopping you from moving on any further.

“Patience, angel,” he stated, his free hand tugging at your bralette and exposing your breast for him. “You’re not ready for me, yet.”

You groaned in frustration, rubbing your legs together because you were already wet for him. You hated how the man got a kick out of making you come multiple times before even letting you have a chance at him.

Hands still pinned above you, Gojo began flicking his tongue along your nipple before biting down with his teeth. He tugged at it gently, before sucking and traveling around the soft skin, ready to mark your chest. He brought his knee between your legs and separated your thighs, pinning himself into you and indicating that you could rub against him.

You rolled your hips into him, grateful for the pressure as your body desperately rocked against his knee. The stimulation was enough to help you relieve yourself but just as you felt the momentum building up for your release, Gojo stopped what he was doing.

He straddled above you, adjusting his position so he was on top of you and leaving you with nothing to grind against. He let go of your wrists to remove the bralette you were wearing instead, all before bringing his hands to undo your jeans.

“I think we should take these off, don’t you?”

You nodded your head, lifting your hips up as he slipped off the material from your legs. His hands roamed along your waist, down your stomach until it reached your underwear. He hooked his fingers around the flimsy string of your panties to take it off so you were naked beneath him. His mouth watered at the sight of your legs, your slick stringing onto the discarded lace material and painting your inner thighs, practically coaxing him to dip his fingers into the honey pot.

Gojo dropped your underwear onto the floor, “ look at you …you are already so wet for me,” he purred, bringing his hands to your knees and spreading you wide for him.

“Mhmm, just for you, Satoru…” you replied, your voice breathless as you watched him plant kisses on your legs.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that,” he groaned as he settled his face at your entrance and you could feel his hot breath between your sex as you lifted up on your forearms to stroke his white hair.

“Do you want me to use my tongue or my fingers?” he questioned.

“Do that thing you did the last time…” you whispered, biting your bottom lip at your request.

Gojo loved hearing the way your tone changed when you were in bed with him. Everything came out softer, more sensual and your neediness only fueled his desire to please you in any which way he can.

With one long stroke, Gojo flicked his tongue along your slit. You felt him slide one of his fingers inside you, inserting painfully slowly as his mouth proceeded to find your clit.

You hummed with pleasure, your fingers clinging to his hair as he sucked on your swollen pearl. Then he slipped in a second finger, adding more pressure this time as he curled his digits upward and increased his speed.

Gojo had a very specific way he liked to eat you out. He never rushed when he did it, making the process unbelievably torturous. He always worked your clit first, while his fingers would stretch you from the inside. He did this until you trembled against him and then he would switch things around. Those big hands and slender digits  were a definite plus when it came to pleasuring you. He can’t even count how many times he’s had you come undone by his touch. Releasing his fingers from inside you, Gojo then buried his tongue between your legs to fuck you with his mouth. The hands that were working your sex were moving in quick circular motions over your tender bud instead.

Your back arched, the pressure winding you up to the point where you were gasping to catch your breath. Your hands reached behind you, clutching onto the pillow as you closed your eyes. You felt a shiver run up your spine, sending goosebumps down your arms as you wailed. With Gojo’s tongue probing into you and lapping up your juices, you found yourself rolling along with his movements with your legs wrapping tightly around his shoulders as he continued working his divine magic.

“Oh, fuck , fuuuck… that feels soo good! Mmm don’t stop, I’m so close…I’m so close…”

A dark chuckle escaped Gojo’s lips, the vibration enough to push you over the edge. Then he began slowing down his pace, a wave of disappointment rushing through when you realised that he was pulling away from you.

“ Noo… ” you begged, but that shit eating grin on his face indicated that he had no intention of getting you off easily.

You were shaking beneath him, eyes darkening with despair as he hovered his body over yours. His mouth glistened with your arousal and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel your body burn at the sight of him watching you. He brought the fingers that were deep in your pussy to his mouth, where he cleaned himself off which didn't help your riled state.

“ Satoru… ” you begged but he interrupted you with a kiss.

You moaned with frustration as you tasted yourself on his tongue, pulsing between your legs as you were desperate to have him finish what he started.

“I can’t get enough of this pussy, you know that?” he murmured into your lips, continuing to wind you up. “I could eat you out for hours…”

“ Please…”  

“You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you, baby? I guess that’s what happens when I’ve been spoiling you this whole time…”

He proceeded to take off his pants, tossing them to the side along with his boxers until he was sitting in front of you in all his naked glory. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his erection but rather than return to his position, Gojo leaned back and proceeded to wrap his fingers around his long member.

“You can’t expect me to do all the work,” he said with a smirk.

You got on all fours, crawling your way to his lap and placing your hand around his.

“You’re such a tease…” you groaned, as Gojo released his hold on himself to tuck his fingers under your chin.

He tilted your head up slightly, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Look who's talking. Now put that pretty mouth of yours to good use…”

Your pussy ached but you knew if you played along to what he wanted then he would give you the release you were dying for. You pumped his cock gently, your thumb stroking the pink head before bringing it down to the base. You leaned forward to take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue on his tip before sucking it gently.

Gojo closed his eyes, a blissful groan escaping him as he reached for the back of your head to gather your hair, keeping it away from your face. He hissed when you started taking in his length, inch by inch, reciprocating his torment by slowly moving up and down his member.

“It’s like my dick was made for you,” he murmured, his grip strengthening as he held you close to him.

Your cheeks hollowed and you felt yourself dripping down your legs thinking about him inside you. You bobbed your head up and down, as one hand stroked the base of his cock. Meanwhile, your free hand naturally trailed down your stomach, reaching for your clit as you slowly began taking care of your own needs. Gojo’s eyes were hooded but when he noticed you moan into your own touch, he pulled you away from him with slight force, nearly making you gag as he released his dick from your throat. His other hand latched onto your wrist, pulling it away from between your legs as he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Now who said you can touch yourself?” he questioned before pushing you onto your back.

“I’m- I’m sorry …” you mewled, not enjoying the fact that he was denying you of your orgasm.

“That’s not going to work on me right now,” he rebutted, inserting two fingers back inside you as his thumb pressed against your clit.

You squeezed around him, he wasn’t making any movements just frustrating you even further by drawing out this evil game.Tears pricked your eyes, glossing over your hazy view as you looked up at your devious friend.

“Touching yourself in my presence, that’s a fucking insult…” he repeated, speaking sternly as if he was scolding you. All the while you felt his thumb slowly circle your zone, his fingers retracting to his knuckle before pumping back inside you. “You can fuck yourself silly when I’m not around but there is no way I’ll allow you to deny me the pleasure of making you scream my name… ”

With that statement, you felt Gojo slide himself out of you, his hand palming your sex while his thumb worked your clit. You were getting dizzy, the intensity building inside your core was more than you can handle. You needed to come so bad, you couldn’t even think straight. You were so sensitive to his touch that you knew you could barely hold on if he kept working you this way. A tear streamed down your face, your lips parting as painful gasps escaped you. You would much rather have him leaving you weak by giving you orgasm after orgasm than have him do this.

“ Satoru, unhhhh…I can’t - I can’t wait any longer, please, fuck…please, I need you in me…”  

Your body was glistening, trembling from the sheer pleasure he was putting you through. The man reached for his side drawer, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth.

He saw the relief in your eyes as he slid on the rubber material, before returning his attention back on to you. He placed his fingers around your throat, his thumb stroking the same place he kissed you earlier when the two of you were sitting in his living room. He spread your thighs, lubricating himself with your wetness as he slid his dick between your folds.

“There’s a good girl, you’re almost ready for me…” he said with a pleasured laugh, his other arm circling behind you as he adjusted position.

He drew your body into his so you both were laying side by side. Your leg was thrown over Gojo’s hip as his body melded into yours, your chest pressed into his torso as he worked his length between the lips of your drenched cunt. Gojo was barely hanging on now. You were panting in his ear and the electricity coming off of your writhing body was sending him over the edge. The tip of his cock found your entrance and he held your hips as he thrust himself inside you.

“ Ohhhhh… .” you sang, a moan escaping you as your nails dug into his back. He was only halfway in when he paused to capture the sight of you in front of him, before pushing a little further so you could feel him pulsing against your walls.

“Ready?”

“I’m going to lose it if you don’t fuck me right now…” you spoke, your voice trembling as your hands gripped onto his shoulder and you felt him roll you onto your back.

A cocky grin plastered his face. This was feeding his ego in a way that you wouldn’t even comprehend. You were insatiable, and he was the only person who can gratify you at this very moment.

With one hard thrust you felt him push his way inside you.

A gratified reply escaped you, “Fuck, yeeees …”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you…” Gojo replied, his words raspy and dripping with lust.

Your back arched off the mattress, squealing in response as he started fucking you. One of his arms reached for the headboard behind him, his muscles tensing while his other hand held down your hips. His knees were keeping you open for him as he thrusted deep into you. Something primal began taking over and his movements became more erratic. Your legs were growing weak, the pressure in your lower abdomen causing your entire body to throb for him. You hooked your fingers around one of his wrists, gripping onto him for support. You were moaning his name and he quickened his pace, his hand dropping from the headboard and moving to ground you by the waist. The sounds of your mutual pleasure surrounded his room as he fucked you deep and so, so good.

“ Come for me…” he ordered, rolling his hips around you and eliciting a whimper in response.

You’ve never felt like this before, your whole body electric as you lost yourself to the passion of this intimate moment. Your orgasm erupted through you hard and fast, bursting between your legs as you coated his dick with your arousal. You can tell he was close because he was losing his momentum. After a few more thrusts, you felt him groan, holding your hips up for him as he finally came inside you.

Gojo pulled out of you, taking a second to catch his breath as he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash. He rolled over on his back, the two of you lying naked next to each to gather yourselves. You were trembling, the muscles in your legs twitching from your release. It’s been so long since you’ve had someone touch you like this, since you’ve had someone inside you, and Gojo…

The sorcerer rolled onto his side, his hand cupping your face as he turned you towards him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, his voice slightly hoarse but he was studying you with curious eyes.

You were a beautiful mess in front of him; lipstick smudged across your chin, lips swollen from his kisses, your neck marked by him and your legs glittering with your arousal.

You nodded your head, “yes…”

Gojo kissed your cheek before making his way over to the bathroom. You could hear the tap running, and took a minute to close your eyes as you allowed your body to relax.

When he emerged, you noticed that his face was clean and he had a wet towel in his hands as he approached you. He sat in front of you, lifting the towel to your face as he gently wiped your mouth and chin before proceeding to make his way between your legs.

“Well, I’ve never done that with you before…” he said, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as he cleaned you up.

You giggled, your heart warmed by his sweet gesture.

“That was… wow ,” you sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder as he finished wiping you down. “I can’t remember when I last had fun like that…”

He placed the towel on the table, his arm circling around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

“I know, I’m good…”

You rolled your eyes at him, seeing him return to his usual self.

“But you,” he continued, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. “You are a goddamn sight to watch, angel…”

You parted your lips in response, deepening the kiss as your hands roamed to the back of his head.

“How about another round before dinner?” He requested, his fingers already moving to your aching core. “I’d like to have my dessert before my meal…”

- CHAPTER 6: FESTIVAL - 

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Kickstart My Heart Pt.II (Kang Yeosang) Rated

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress!/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Light Angst, Crack, 80s Au.

Summary: Getting the chance to spend time alone with Y/N, Yeosang jumps at the opportunity, getting a little more than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Dumb attempts at humor, second hand embarrassment, Lynn is still creepy, slight voyeurism/ exhibitionism, making out in car, heavy petting, allusions to oral (male receiving).

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The two best friends giggled amongst themselves as they entered inside the establishment, hands full of bags that contained to go boxes with several assorted sandwiches, burgers and fries inside of them. Hearing the bell signal customers, the peppy blonde at the front counter looked up from the thick stack of papers in front of her, mouth automatically showcasing her perfect and commercial worthy smile she always used when greeting newcomers or even regulars.

"Good afternoon what can-" Her expression immediately soured, smile fading and in its place puckered lips took shape.

"Oh... it's just you two." She drawled out the last words, eyes rolling as she peered back at the papers she was busy with.

Looking over at each other, Lynn simply shrugged her shoulders as one of her eyebrows raised up in puzzlement. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't contain the soft snort that passed through her tight sealed lips, the sound coming out more like a goofy raspberry that further irritated the girl at the counter.

"Hey Sora. How's your day going so far?" Y/N tried to make conversation, but it was obvious the girl wasn't having it, blatantly ignoring both of them as her hand scribbled even faster, pages being turnt at a fast speed. Shifting awkwardly in her stance, Y/N turned her head to look at her friend, who merely shook her head, face clearly indicating to her to not try to act nicer and to simply get to the point of why they had come all the way to the workshop.

"Are the boys still here?"

With a few muttered grumbles, Sora lifted her pen and pointed it behind her towards the door that led to the garage, silently answering where the mentioned individuals currently were.

"Thanks."

Sora let out a scoff as the two girls made their past the counter, annoyed ever so vastly by the fact she had no authority nor power to forbid them from going to the back. Being friends with Wooyoung and the rest of the gang, obviously they got special privileges that allowed them to come and go as they pleased not only in the shop but also down at the tracks. And frankly Sora hated it, hence why she didn't refrain from demonstrating her hostility towards Y/N and Lynn, but especially towards the latter for more personal and complicated reasons that everyone was aware of but Lynn herself.

"I don't know why you go out of your way to be friendly towards her. She's been needing to take a chill pill ever since high school." Lynn retorted. Putting down the bags she was carrying for a moment, she pulled the sides of her oversized denim jacket back over her shoulders, the top having slipped off rather uncomfortably on her torso.

"Honestly?...... merely to piss her off." Y/N snickered maliciously, her true intentions finally coming to light.

"Well I'd say you do a fantastic job then. She just takes one look at you and her blood is boiling." Lynn pointed out as she picked up the bags once more.

"Trust me Lynn, you anger her more than I do." Thay statement made the petite girl do a double take at the office behind them.

"Me? Whatever did I do to Barbie?" She questioned, never once recalling a moment where she even spoke two words to the preppy girl that wasn't a casual greeting or goodbye.

Y/N looked with a deadpanned expression to her friend.

"You seriously don't- you know what? Never mind."

Not wanting to waste time trying to explain to her frequently unobservant buddy why Sora had a price on her head, Y/N just quickly rushed over towards the group of men huddled around the red Ferrari F40, one of them hidden underneath it, no doubt in the process of checking or fixing minor issues. Seeing the girls approaching them, all of the boys quickly sprang to life, Wooyoung leading the entourage as they came up towards them.

"So our lovely diner girls actually decided to join us for a movie night. I knew you guys couldn't resist my deadly charm."

Not only were the girls unamused by his little joke, but even his friends behind him shook their heads, disapproving greatly of his overly confident and light narcissistic attitude that he exuded at times.

"I only came cause I am not going to spend a perfectly good Friday night cooped up in my house watching Dynasty." Y/N firmly stated, shutting down any further attempts of flirting directed towards her.

"I like to see people get stabbed or gutted to death."

Cringing at the macabre girl's overly calm response, Wooyoung tilted his head back and looked at the tallest member of the gang, nose crinkling significantly as he silently mouthed a few words over to him, deeply questioning his friend's taste. Said friend simply shrugged and stepped up closer towards the girls, not surprising anyone that he'd pick a stance that had him facing Lynn from the front as he always liked to do.

"Well I'm just really happy you guys decided to join us. I thought you would be happy at knowing it was a horror film."

Not too far behind him, San and Mingi were already giggling amongst themselves, sending each other signals and jokingly theorizing how the night was going to go like.

"I am exceedingly happy Yunho. My body is so filled with joy and immense contentment that I can hardly keep myself from grinning." Despite the jubilant sentence, Lynn's face displayed absolutely no emotion and her raspy and low toned voice was still as monotone and lifeless as it tended to be. Yunho's bright smile nearly faltered, feet rocking back and forth awkwardly as he did not know how to proceed after such a statement. Luckily Mingi stepped in and changed the topic.

"Please tell me there's food in those bags and that we can have some." He pointed to one of the many bags that the girls were carrying.

Lifting one hand up then the other, Y/N shook the contents lightly.

"Your favorites." She chuckled when San came up and tightly squeezed her body into a hug.

"This is why I love you both." Y/N did not mind the slightest bit when he suddenly pulled her face towards his, mouth pressing hard and intense pecks on her cheek repeatedly as a show of gratitude. She was so used to his affectionate nature.

Turning around, Wooyoung cupped his hands over his mouth so that his voice could resonate loudly.

"Yeosang quit tinkering with it already! You're going to get dirty and we have a movie to catch." He shouted at whom the girls presumed was under the race car.

"You literally have speakers built into your vocal chords, there was no need for that makeshift megaphone." Lynn grumbled at him, causing the male next to her to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Speakers built in hie vocal chords. Good one." Lifting his hand up, Yunho held it up towards Lynn, expecting her to high five him back but was instead met with her cold, squinting eyes that inspected his palm.

"Your aura is overly forced....and you have leftover grease on your hand." She looked away after finishing that sentence. Hearing her say that made Yunho instantly check his hand, immediately wiping it off on his jeans as he mentally slapped himself for looking like an idiot in front of the girl he fancied.

Not paying mind to whatever was happening around her, Y/N's eyes were glued on the figure that emerged from under the car. She couldn't help but admire the strong and buff biceps that were peeking out of the plain white tshirt the man was wearing, sleeves slightly rolled up above his shoulders. The angelic face belonging to him looked even more dazzling due to the light sheen of sweat around his temples, no doubt caused by the work he was doing. Even as he reached for one of the cleaning towels so he could wipe the grime and oil off his hands, Y/N continued to gaze at Yeosang, mind already conjuring up many ideas and fantasies with him as the main protagonist.

"Oh sweetie, you're not making this any easier." She mused inwardly, one of her fingers twirling a strand of her hair.

Discarding the rag on one of the toolboxes nearby, Yeosang carefully approached the group of friends, still awkward in interacting with all of them, trait that only helped in making him stand out like a sore thumb, more than he already did. Clamping a hand over his new buddy's shoulder, Wooyoung brought a hand up and patted one of his squishy cheeks.

"Now that you're finally here we can go." Looking around, Wooyoung gestured around.

"So who's riding with who?"

Immediately Yunho turned his face towards the girl next to him, about to voice out his want of having her in his car, but it seemed as if his plans would fall through as Mingi latched an arm around him.

"I'm going with Yunho." He seemed determined not to let go of him.

"Why? So you can cling to him during the scary parts?" A chorus of laughter poured out at San's amusing words.

"As if!" Mingi huffed, though it was more than obvious to everyone that it was precisely as San had predicted.

"Mingi... I was kinda hoping I could... you know?" Yunho tilted his head over to Lynn, making him get the picture of what he wanted.

"Whatever happened to bros before hoes?" Mingi sighed as he detached himself from Yunho.

"Ok then. Yunho you go with Mingi, San you can take the girls and I'll keep Sangie here company since he's still a little bit shy you know."

It seemed as if it was all decided about how their night was going to run, so Y/N knew she had to speak up and take the opportunity before it was all settled.

"Why don't I ride with Yeosang instead?"

Hearing her suggestion, the male in question widened his eyes in shock, not expecting her to voice that out loud. Even Wooyoung found it slightly odd and suspicious that she'd say that. But then he remembered the type of girl Y/N was and it started to set off alarm bells in his mind.

"Oh it's ok Y/N. You probably won't like to have him scream in your ear and cover his eyes like a baby at the jump scares." Not taking kindly to such blasphemous talk about him that painted an inaccurate picture.

But Y/N remained undeterred. She would stand her ground no matter what.

"Oh please, I insist. I'd love to take care of him..." She did not hide the sultry way she said that last part, eyes locked on Yeosang's, the boy swallowing hard and pressing himself further into Wooyoung's side. Wanting to bargain even further, Y/N took hold of her friend.

"How about this? Lynn goes with Yunho and Mingi, you ride with San and I get Yeosang?"

San cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh he wanted so desperately to release.

"I don't think it's just him she wants to get." He chuckled to himself.

"You're seriously leaving me alone with these 2 giants?" Lynn pointed to the two men at her right, one of which obviously was more than willing to welcome the arrangement.

"I promise Mingi won't disturb you too much with his crying." Yunho swore to her, hand coming up to clasp around Mingi's mouth when he attempted to protest that decision.

Wooyoung looked over to Yeosang, leaning in and dropping his voice so that only he could hear.

"If you don't want to, just say the word and I'll get her off your case." He offered. Although they had only met just a couple days ago, Wooyoung felt compelled and obligated to look out for the new boy, even if it meant protecting him from his other friends.

Knowing that he probably shouldn't and that it was a bad idea, Yeosang glanced over at Y/N. Meeting her eager eyes and cunning smile, any resolve to stay close to Wooyoung was immediately dispelled from his mind. He might never get another opportunity such as was presented to him and he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he was rather curious to find out more about the young vixen that he had heard so much about since he moved into town. With an assured smile that slightly worried Wooyoung, Yeosang stepped forward and held out his hand towards Y/N.

"Shall we get going then?"

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Unable to focus his attention towards the gigantic screen right in front of him, Yeosang slumped down further in his seat, fingers tugging his red sweater over his body. Every few seconds or so, he'd turn his head to peer at the girl on the passenger seat, looking exceedingly calm and collected unlike him. He was overly anxious to the point his food was still untouched, sitting in the backseat, long forgotten. Y/N, although collected, was bored out of her mind, elbow rested on the window, head being supported on her palm as her eyes never lingered away from the gore filled scenes being displayed across from them. There was a deafening silence inside the black Iroc Camaro, the tension between both individuals becoming increasingly thick.

Becoming desperate after 40 minutes of not getting him to make a move or even attempt to break the ice, she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. Unzipping her green varsity jacket, Y/N began to slide it off her shoulders, revealing the low cut crop tank that she was hiding thus far.

"It's so hot today, don't you think?" She asked him as she tossed the clothing item behind her before settling back into her seat, fighting hard to keep her signature smirk off her face.

If he wasn't feeling hot before, Yeosang certainly started to feel heated after she had taken off her jacket. His hand reached out to grab the cup of soda in the cup holder, gulping most of the contents and ice down to help cool him down. He made an effort not to glance back at his companion anymore, knowing if he did he would have been unable to keep his eyes off her chest. Although it was dark and he turned away almost immediately, he had not missed the fact that she had chosen not to wear a bra, her nipples slightly poking out through the thin and flimsy shirt that even slowed one to make out the outline of her areolas. It was definitely a weakness of his, and Y/N was quick to find that out. Thumb coming up to her mouth, she began biting down on the nail to keep from giggling at Yeosang's reaction. He was devastatingly adorable with his wide eyes and stiffened posture, knee restlessly bouncing up in an agitated fashion. Looking in between his legs, she felt disappointed that she hadn't caused enough damage to earn a tent forming in his pants. He obviously knew how to calm himself in time. That wasn't enough to make her give up. On the contrary, it only hardened her resolve to get him to break.

Letting out an overly dramatic sigh, she reached her hands inside of her tank top. Cupping her breasts in her palms, she started off with slow movements, massaging them gently. Her eyelids started to flutter, closing only briefly as very faint and soft sighs were being exhaled through her nose. Although it was mostly done to tease the boy next to her, she got carried away and started to become more and more turned on with what she was doing. Each time she'd purposefully pinch and pull at her hardening peaks, a muffled whine would be heard coming from her throat, legs starting to spread inch by inch as her planters started to stick against her core.

Opening her eyes and tilting her head, she witnessed Yeosang's astounded expression that also held some lust in it. He was no longer sipping from his drink, but rather his teeth and tongue were merely toying around with the blue plastic straw as the grip on the base of the cup was lightly crushing it. The movie ultimately failed its purpose of keeping him distracted as his attention had fully diverted over to the sexy girl next to him, watching intently as she pleasured herself, wishing that it were his hands instead that were ministering such devotion to her breasts.

"Wanna be a doll and help me out here?" It seemed as if she had read his mind.

Without even a second of hesitation, Yeosang reached down and adjusted his seat back as far as it could go. Jumping at the invitation, Y/N climbed on top of him until she was straddling his lap. Yeosang's hands eagerly clasped around her waist, thumbs circling on the skin of her exposed abdomen. Cupping his cheeks, Y/N leaned her face down and harshly entangled her lips over his own. Yeosang hummed softly as he tasted the remnants of her cherry flavored chapstick, head tilting back when one of her hands tugged at his hair. His hands didn't hesitate to trail up and cup her mounds through her shirt, taking over the job that was previously being done by the owner's hands. Her insistent mouth parted his trembling lips, tongue poking out ever so slowly until it began divulging in the sweet taste of his wet cavern. Although he was no stranger to French kissing, Yeosang had never experienced a makeout session as intense as the one Y/N offered. She was very skilled and experienced, as proven by the swirl and swivel of her tongue against his own. He couldn't stop the moans pouring out from inside him, his hips bucking up into hers as if on instinct while his hands became more harsh and aggressive as they grasped at her breasts with near ferocity. Y/N would only pull away from their kiss for a few seconds to allow him to catch his breath before her lips lured him back into her. It was finally dawning on Yeosang's mind why so many men became captivated by her charms, even when knowing what the outcome would be. Here he was, the most lovely and hottest girl he'd ever met in his life, on his lap, making out with her while simultaneously getting to second base. He felt so damn lucky. But Y/N wanted to take it up a notch, not satisfied with ending the night with just heavy petting.

Sliding off his lap, she suprised him when she took hold of his belt and began to take it off him. Getting an inkling as to what she might have had in mind, Yeosang took hold of her wrist, making her head shot up at him.

"Is something wrong?" She began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had she really fucked things up already.

Yeosang turned beet red as he swallowed harshly, trying hard to form the words his head was attempting to sought.

"Are you.... are you a virgin?" She felt like she would have died if the answer was yes.

Seeing her worried face, Yeosang quickly shook his head.

"No! I'm most certainly not a virgin." He sounded almost offended at the insinuation, but it helped calm Y/N down, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"I just...I've never tried...that before."

His confession just made him cuter in her eyes, previous desire to corrupt and play with him only heightening to new levels after that revelation. Wanting to entice him, she moved her hand to cup at his bulge, loving the way he immediately gasped when she started palming him through his jeans. He bit down at his lip so harshly he believed it would draw blood. He wouldn't contain himself as he bucked his hips up into her palm, desperately wanting her to help him out with his problem. When her fingers reached for his zipper again, he didn't stop her, he merely lifted his hips up to help her as she pulled his pants down by the belt loops, his hardened cock popping out to greet her, surprising her when she noticed how large and thick it was, the head leaking with precum which she used to her advantage and began spreading it down his shaft. The contact of her hand gripping him had Yeosang shuddering, low groaning spilling out his lips. Looking up at him with a devilish grin, Y/N began lowering her head until her lips brushed against his tip.

"Just sit back and relax pretty boy."

A raspy wheeze was caught in Yeosang's throat as soon as he felt her warm mouth on his length, hands flying behind him to clutch at the leather seat of the car. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt so dirty, so wrong and yet he wanted it. He wanted her........

He didn't care if he was playing with fire and he'd get burned by the end of it.

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