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Here's Nepeta :33
Terris people generally don't have last names in canon, but I think that because Eridan's Caste (he's a full Feruchemist and technically fully Terris) is part of the High Class, that feature of nobility would pass down through family lines.
She is a member of the Terris Ferring Caste, and is considered a slightly below average citizen by Caste standards. Just shy of middle-of-the-pack. She isn't really interested in Terris culture, mostly because she never spent much time around it. Her Terris settlement burned down when she was a kid, and her mother took her to live in a cave just outside the capitol. A Lusus (who are identical to the Kandra in canon) named PonDeil was actually living in the cave, but hid from the two. Her mother, who was kind of radical in her views and was a follower of the Tuner's teachings. fell ill soon after, and made a deal with the Lusus to give her body after she died if it would continue to raise Nepeta. The Lusus agreed and Nepeta did not learn until later in life. She's aware of it now, and her Lusus took on the body of a predatory cat that almost killed Nepeta once, and now they work as a sort of mother-daughter sort of good cop bad cop partnership. Nepeta's love of roleplaying was unknowingly learned from her Lusus. It is unknown what Nepeta's mother did in return for PonDeil to raise her child, and PonDeil does not talk about it.
Her typing quirk is prefacing all text with ":3 <" and replacing all her "e"s with "3"s. She uses cat puns wh3n3fur pawsibl3. She also mainly sticks to lowercase letters.
Her ability to store and tap speed in her numerous Steelminds makes her incredibly hard to catch or fight in combat. The weight of her many Steelminds is mitigated by her simply being able to move faster anyway. Steelminds are some of the most difficult to store for practical reasons, and especially because it is used so quickly. Nepeta mitigates this by storing speed as often as possible during the downtime, and likes to draw comics on pieces of scratch paper. She keeps all of the steel on her body Invested at all times to resist steelpushes or ironpulls. She avoids water to prevent her Steelminds from rusting, further adding to the cat gimmick.
She has stored a non-zero amount of speed in Sollux's eye spikes as a prank. He gets pissed every time he thinks about it.
She is in a very stable moiraillegiance with Equius, but stays away from all the Hemalurgy stuff. She walks through House Zahhak like she owns the place, and doesn't really care what anyone there thinks. Equius tells her not to, but he simply cannot stay mad at her :3. Equius has said that he would only ever use Hemalurgy on her to save her life and if it were the only option, otherwise, he would prefer if she stayed away from it entirely.
She has a flushed crush on Karkat, but this goes unrequited for quite some time. She feels a strong bond to him as a fellow Terris who was raised by a Lusus. There is exactly one (1) time where anything romantic happens between them in the plot of what would be considered The Final Empire, and it is when he is tapping Connection as fast as possible while trying to save her life during one of the later attacks on the Condese's Atium stashes (tapping that much Connection gives him a pretty good idea where she is due to their similarities), where he pulls her away from a would-be-fatal attack and they share a kiss, and he notes that "I CAN'T LOSE YOU." Neither of them bring it up to each other until after they take out the Condese.
Some silly quotes:
AC: :3 < *ac taps sp33d, dashing through the for3st to tackl3 her purr3y* AC: :3 < gotcha! *sh3 says, glomping m3w*
CG: I CAN'T LOSE YOU. AC: AC: :0 < oh AC: X3 < oh wow CG: I'M SERIOUS, NEPETA. AC: :3 < m3w wont lose m3 karkitty AC: :3 < i'm a tough cat to h3rd. CG: LET'S GET THE *FUCK* OUT OF HERE. CG: SCREW THE ATIUM. AC: :3 < but now that i know wh3r3 it is CG: PLEASE. CG: COME BACK TO BASE WITH ME. AC: :3 < o-okay. yeah, l3t's... do that. CG: DON'T READ TOO MUCH INTO THIS. AC: X3 < too lat3!
AC: :3 < ar3 thos3 f33lings i am d3t3cting with my wiggly whisp3ring nos3? CT: D--> maybe AC: :3 < then w3 must tak3 this to th3 pil3, scratching-posthast3!!! ;3
Homestuck Beta Trolls X Mistborn AU
Spoilers for Brandon Sandersonâs Mistborn series. This is what powers I think the beta trolls would have if they were born on Scadrial
Aradia Megido - Gold or Electrum Misting
Allomancy: âAugurâ (Gold: see own Past), âOracleâ (Electrum: see own Future)
Hemalurgy: Cadmium (Placement Unknown: Gold or Electrum Allomancy
It is unknown what her original misting ability was, but the spike from Equius gave her the other one
Tavros Nitram - Cadmium Ferring
Feruchemy: Gasper (Cadmium: Breath), âBloodmakerâ (Gold: Health)
Hemalurgy: Gold (Between Ribs: Gold Feruchemy)
Cadmium compounder; Vriska makes fun of him for having a âuseless abilityâ, but doesnât see the potential that storing breath has. Equius provides him with healing powers to fix his legs through hemalurgy.
Sollux Captor - Born powerless
Allomancy: âCoinshotâ (Steel: Push metal) âLurcherâ (Iron: Pull metal)
Hemalurgy: Steel X2 (Left and Right Orbit: Iron and Steel Allomancy)
These spikes were not given by Equius, but instead were applied in a âfreak acciidentâ involving a âjaiilbroken beehiiveâ.
Karkat Vantas - Copper/Duralumin Twinborn (mutant)
Allomancy: Smoker (Copper: Hide Allomancy)
Feruchemy: Connector (Duralumin: Connection)
Iâm not exactly sure why being a natural twin-born is bad in Scadrialternian society, but it is and Karkatâs gotta hide it. Also the castes follow a natural Misting-Ferring-Powerless-Misting-Ferring-Powerless pattern, and Karkatâs caste breaks that so it was completely eradicated through eugenics so im pretty sure heâs the only one.
Nepeta Leijon - Steel Ferring
Feruchemy: Steelrunner (Steel: Physical Speed)
Nothing special, just run-of-the-steel-mill feruchemy.
Kanaya Maryam - Chromium Misting
Allomancy: Leecher (Chromium: wipe allomantic reserves of target)
Her caste is supposed to be powerless, like Equius', but much like how she's a rainbow drinker in canon, she is somehow a misting in this AU. Snapped after Eridan shot her half to death with his âpoison wwand strikeâ (toxic chromium bullets). He did not know that these bullets were Allomantically viable, and neither knew that she would be able to burn chromium. She uses this to sap Gamzee of his massive Zinc reserves, causing him to be distracted long enough for her to kill Eridan.
Terezi Pyrope - Tin misting - Tin Savant
Allomancy: Scout (Tin: Increases senses)
Terezi and Gamzee are the only Savants on the team, which forms the basis of their bond and later kismesitude on whatever this auâs equivalent of the meteor is. She snapped during a feud with Vriska, which left her blind, but she has been flaring tin for so many sweeps that she can basically assemble visual data through her other senses.
Vriska Serket - Cadmium Ferring
Feruchemy: Spinner (Cadmium: Fortune)
Hemalurgy: Left Eye (Cadmium: Destiny)
Forced Equius to use Hemalurgy on her to heal her during a feud with Terezi, but she was tapping Fortune so hard that Equius managed to select the wrong spike and gave her Destiny instead of some healing ability, which is apparently good luck according to the spiritual realm? Itâs destiny to be relevant forever I guess so she canât really die until the plot demands it. She also has Kelsierâs weird metal vision allowing her to peep into the spiritual realm just a little bit. She ended up having her arm fully amputated due to her spirit not being able to accept another spike. Equius in this au isnât exactly a roboticist, so she wonât get a replacement arm until wayy later down the line.
Equius Zahhak - born powerless
Allomancy: Thug (Pewter: Strength)
Hemalurgy: Between ribs (Steel: Allomantic pewter)
Equius is a Hemalurgist, who was born without allomancy or feruchemy (much like the rest of his caste). He gave himself pewter to make future hemalurgy easier for him (pushing spikes into/through people is physically intensive). He has also given powers to Aradia, Tavros, and Vriska so far.
Gamzee Makara - Zinc Rioter - Zinc Savant
Allomancy: Rioter (Zinc: Riot)
As a Zinc savant, he is so used to being able to fuck with peopleâs emotions on a whim that he has no idea how to handle empathy without it. He has a very carefree attitude because if someone is saying/doing something he doesnât like, he can just Allomantic them away. This also means that everyone around him naturally swell with anger and frustration, which leads to the events of the meteor. Rioters and soothers can also gain control of hemalurgic constructs, so I imagine he could take over any hemalurgy users in the party at a whim.
Eridan Ampora - Electrum âFerringâ (Full Feruchemist)
Feruchemy: Pinnacle (Electrum: Determination)
Eridan, like others in his caste, is a full feruchemist, but unlike his other caste members, he only believes that he has one ability.
Feferi Peixes - Mistborn
Allomancy: Mistborn
Feferi, like all others in her caste, is a Mistborn. The Condese is too, actually.
EDIT: Various bits of phrasing and removed the mature label (I have no idea why I wasn't able to before)
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Made this list while I was in the mood
Classical music pieces that I associate with twst characters
* these pieces are available to listen to on youtube. Perhaps I will make a video with them one day. But I doubt it. * I apologize for any mistakes, it was a lot of information to digest * updated because I forgot to add Presto for Malleus, sorry!
Malleus - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - "Summer" - 1 Allegro Non Molto and 3 Presto (I mean of course these ones. Add evil overblot laugh here too.) ok also Schubert - ErlkĂśnig (The Elf King), D. 328
Sebek - Prokofiev - Romeo and Juliet, Suite No. 2, The Montagues and Capulets "Dance of the Knights" (it's just him. period.) or Rachmaninov - Musical Moment No.4 in E minor or Rachmaninov - Prelude in C Sharp Minor (Rachmaninov for Sebek in general lol)
Silver - Grieg - Peer Gynt, Suite no. 1 "Morning mood" or Debussy - Clair de lune (from "Suite bergamasque") (Yes, basic, but it fits so so much so)
Lilia - Chopin - Fantaisie impromptu in C-Sharp minor, Op. 66 (first notes - Lilia's evil grin, then whimsical nature and the whirl of memories of countries he has been to. When it goes hard, it's cooking, some violence, and then when it gets gentle, it's when he remembers Silver's childhood. Then he softens in general but also reminds us about his playful nature and strong character.)
Idia - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - "Winter" - 1 Allegro Non Molto (resembles how Idia speaks when he's getting confident and how his character, in general, opens up. And kinda gives me his genius vibes)
Ortho - Graun - Gigue in B-Flat minor (sounds like super-fast calculation is going on. But also, some notes sound like random signals and/or signs of creativity/sudden thoughts in AI) also Chopin - Etude Op. 10 No. 5 (Black Keys)
*Erik Satie for Octa in general. Gives me mysterious underwater vibes*
Azul - Satie - Gnossienne No. 1 and Gymnopedie no.1 also kinda Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 1 (pondering, deep in thought, underwater, calculating, but also melancholicâŚ)
Jade - Satie - Gnossienne No.3 (such big Jade vibes)
Floyd - Liszt - Mephisto Waltz No. 1 (hehe)
Leona - Haydn - Symphony No. 49 in F minor ' La Passione ' (it's long, but it's worth listening. I just imagine Leona's character and lore in general here)
Jack - Händel - Suite no. 11 in D minor. Sarabande (not really sure about this one. But it gives me 'strength and determination and values' vibes today)
Ruggie - Mozart - Symphony No. 40 in G minor, IV. Allegro assai (reminds me how he can adapt and be different if needed. Also, it sounds quite boisterous, like Ruggie is going fast, fast, fast and earning a lot, lot, lot!)
Kalim - Mozart - The Marriage of Figaro, K. 492: Overture (specifically wanting to throwa feast)
Jamil - Chopin - Waltz in E minor, Op. Posth. (he's so skillful and makes it look like he's not even trying, but he's super hardworking. Also, some parts sound like his occasional emotional outbursts) also - Chopin - Prelude in E Minor (I can't explain it, but it's just Jamil for me. I feel so sorry for him - he's such a cool and talented (and handsome) guy, and such destiny mgd. Or maybe I'm just in a melancholic mood today)
Vil - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - âSpringâ - 1 Allegro (won't be original meh. like there're so many classical pieces that fit Vil but I don't really wanna bother here so)
Rook - Mozart - Le Nozze di Figaro: "Non piĂš andrai, farfallone amoroso" (instrumental) (ookay it was hard with Rook because I think a lot fits him but I'll stop with this one or I'll never finish this list)
Epel - Litvinovsky - PellĂŠas and MĂŠlisande: III. Galliard. Navire dans la tempĂŞte (Galliard. Ship in a storm) (unrelated but my life is divided into before seeing Epel in Book 7 dreams and after)
Riddle - Beethoven - Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67 I. Allegro con brio (duh. basic but c'mon. it suits him)
Ace - Litvinovsky - Suite for Strings "Le Grand Cahier": IV. Nos Etudes (yes that's how I feel Ace)
Deuce - Tchaikovsky - The Nutcracker Suite, Op. 71a: March of the Toy Soldiers (Deuce the honour student edition)
Cater - Beethoven : Sonatina in F Major plus "a glimpse of a depressed real Cater" one - Chopin - Mazurka in A minor, Op.17, No.4
Trey - Beethoven - Sonata No. 8 in C Minor Pathetique, Op. 13 (Adagio cantabile) (I tried to find someting "normal" meh so went with this today)
Special mentions
Rollo - Mozart - Requiem, 3 Dies Irae Bach - Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, BWV 565 Orff - Carmina Burana: Fortuna imperatrix mundi. O fortuna (super super obvious but c'mon it's basically canon)
Baul - Wagner - Ride of the Valkyries (ya Baul has big Wagner vibes for me)
Grim - Edvard Grieg â In the Hall of the Mountain King (the escalation lol)
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hiiiii <333 I have lovedddd lovvvveeeddd alll of your works I actually spent my day reading each and everyone of them I love it so muchhh!! đâ¤ď¸
I have a request teehee, could you write one where Sannie is like a professor in your college and thereâs little teasing here and there and where he ends up having her alas!! DOM - SAN âźď¸đ
his favourite
<prof!san x fem!reader>
Prof Choi likes playing favourites.
Youâre his favourite.
Genres/Warnings: smut, dom professor Choi San, pwp, face fucking, unprotected sex, oral (m receive) ,mutual pining, age gap, size kink, cream pies, mild jealousy plot, sir kink, light bondage (just tying up reader) teasing, sexual tension, teaching assistantxteacher obv forbidden but we still eat it up anyway!
Word count: 12.3K
a/n: happy birthday to the man of my dreams </3 enjoy this little choi san birthday treat. i put my love into this so please love this as much as i did! and thank you @bro-atz for the tidbits of help as always đŠˇ
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You stare at the laptop screen, scanning through your details on the application form, double, and triple checking that everything was filled in correctly.Â
âWhich professors are you trying as a teaching assistant for?â Your roommate asks, her neck craning over to see you attaching the file to six different emails, to six different professors within the department, pretty much answering her question the moment she reads off each professorâs email.Â
âWhy not try for the department chair?â
You scrunch your eyebrows as if itâs the first time youâre hearing that.Â
âWho?â
âProfessor Choi?â
Your eyes widen, your neck almost getting whiplash from how fast you turned to your roommate at the sound of his name.Â
âWhy the fuck would I try him?âÂ
Your roommate shrugs in an attempt to hide her amused reaction from your reaction at his name.Â
âWho knows? Iâm confident he remembers you even though you spent only one semester with himâ, she hums turning away to pour herself another ice drink from the pitcher. âOn a serious note, you may as well just get all the help you can get. Besides, what are the chances that Prof Choi sees your email? Heâs the department chair. Iâm sure his mailbox is just flooded anyway.âÂ
True, you think to yourself, turning your head back to your laptop, and adding the professorâs email address in. But you still hesitate, staring at the application form, your cursor hovering over the send button. Your roommate looks over at you, and she decides that your wishy-washy behaviour is just being the biggest nuisance on earth, so her hand flies over yours and helps you to press send, and she watches you freak out at her while she giggles and escapes after committing her crime, chasing your roommate around the kitchen island for a good seven minutes.
Settling back down in defeat, you sigh in your hands, giving yourself pep talks.Â
Right.Â
The chances are close to zero that Prof Choi will see my application anyway.Â
The chances of him remembering me are close to zero anyway.Â
You shut your laptop, and the applications are completely erased from your mind.Â
âYo, check your emails, babe. The application results are out for meâ, your roommate says, her eyes glued to her laptop screen.Â
You settle yourself down across her, a chilled drink in your hand, pulling up your email inbox. As you expected, you see the subject headline âTeaching Assistant Application Resultsâ, and you expand the email.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding meâ, you mutter, loud enough for your roommate to hear. Her head pops out from behind her screen.Â
âWho did you get?â
âChoi San.â
Professor Choi San. His classes werenât the bane of your existenceâbut he, himself was.Â
And the fact that it only took one semester to solidify that claim. Almost everyone wanted to get into his class, so fucking many of them just squealing over how he looked almost god-like. You wonder how much of a swoon he would be, how much of the rumours that travelled down the stream were factual, though with thousands of students constantly fighting for a spot in his class, you sure were coloured surprised when you landed a spot in Professor Choiâs class.Â
The moment he walked in, the whispers within the confines of the lecture hall erupted into gasps and squeals. Unfortunately, the rumours were rightâthe moment ProfessorChoi walked in, it was as if your eyes naturally followed his movementâconfident strides in his steps dictated by his outfitâa simple dress shirt under a dark gray vest that accentuated his wide shoulders and skinny waist. Â
He was so fucking handsomeâhis hair neatly slicked back, frameless glasses sat on his nose bridge, his sharp and small eyes hiding behind the lens. Undoubtedly, seeds of infatuation began lodging themselves in you. Well, itâs not like you had a chance with him anyway, especially when the gold band reflected from his ring finger being a huge indicator. Maybe keeping him as an eye candy would work out just fine.Â
Prof Choiâs classes were interesting, and he as a professor, other than being a distraction during the majority of his classes, held his credentials. However, at times, some sarcastic comments would bubble to the surface, and even though he did tend to commend top-scoring students for tests, he still maintained professionalism for the most partâthe content taught wasnât rocket science anyway. You saw yourself being able to breeze through the syllabus for the most part until you received your grade for one of your essays. You stared at his comments, marked in red lines, circles, and wordsâtone cold and directânot that you werenât used to it, but this time? You felt his comments alongside him marking you down were completely unjustified.Â
It was then that you pushed past the group of girls who would stay back after class to shamelessly flirt with him, under the guise of wanting to discuss more about the content taught that day, and you stood before the group, asking to speak to Prof Choi personally. Prof Choi did have people staying back after class to consult with him about grades, although they would stay shortly with him staying stern to his marking rubrics, but when he realised you werenât backing down on top of the way you approached him so directly, it intrigued him.
His office was spacious, considering that he was the department chairâand without introductions, he had you dive in immediately in consultation.Â
You wasted no time, flipping through the spent pages of your essay, pointing out areas where you felt his comments were unjustified. Prof Choi listened, and he refuted your points, some of which you decided to accept but not for one particular part;
âThis part had no proper scientific support of your argument for this point-â
âBullshitâ, you cut him off. Prof Choi blinked, shocked at the blunt cut from you. His eyebrows were scrunched in confusion next, wondering if he heard right that a student not only just cut him off, but cussed at him.
âExcuse me?â
âItâs here. A small significance value is still something isnât it?â You replied, pointing at the paragraph after. He glanced at the paper once more, forcing himself to focus while you fought back that your argument was supported.Â
So you made Prof Choi sit before you and listen to your elaborations, and needless to say, he was rather impressed, although he had to hold his expression neutral.Â
You came out of the consultation victoriousâthe day Prof Choi called you over after his class again, handing you your script, and you saw your total marks shooting up to a gorgeous score. Your head was so into the clouds that you returned a smirk along with a shrugâshowing off your victory and satisfaction as your thanksâan I told you so, leaving the professor to stare after you in awe while you practically skipped to your seat.Â
That sealed your fate.Â
From then on, Prof Choi would have his attention on youârecognising which seat you picked to sit in in class, wondering why you hadnât dared sit nearer. And when it came to picking people to answer questions, his gaze would fly to you immediatelyâeither waiting to call you out once you raised your hand or simply calling you when he felt like it. For some sick reason, he finds the way your face scrunches up in stress when he calls your name in his honey-soaked voice amusing, and even adorable at times, though he would never admit it. But oh, did he love the comments and answers you would give him.Â
Despite that assignment being the only one where you decided to consult Prof Choi, following every grade release of an assignment, he would single you out, especially after class, to fucking ask if you had questions regarding said assignment, which honestly started to freak you outâmostly because he never gave you the attention before, and you werenât used to it. The whispering gossip in the class about you being the teacherâs pet slowly reached your ears too, and even Prof Choi heard itâand he only exacerbated that rumours by constantly giving you his attention.Â
Every time you reached your dorm, the words that left your mouth which your roommate could recite verbatim, âI swear to god, Prof Choi has it out for me!â
Not to mention you were fucking relieved when the last day of his class rolled around, but unfortunately, his parting words to you were, âIâm sure Iâll see you around, y/nâ. You did everything in your power to avoid getting into his class and even bumping into him, which seemed to work swell.Â
Until now that is.Â
Now here you are again, standing before the familiar heavy wooden door, staring up at the wooden plate, embossed with gold lettering âDepartment Chair Choi Sanâ staring right at you. You had to physically drag yourself off your bed to prepare for the first day partnered with Prof Choi. And when your roommateâs words of âoh come on, he canât be that bad. Heâs hot!â, echoed through your ears, it all the more made you want to just ditch your first day by clawing your eyeballs out.Â
You had to collect yourself before Prof Choi collected you.Â
With a raised knuckle, you rap against the door, taking deep inhales in the process. His voice, which sounded deceivingly like honey, remained the same as you remembered.Â
âCome in.â
You pause for a moment, embracing yourself before holding onto to doorknob and pushing his door open.Â
There he was, Professor Choi, his eyes focused on the scripts on his desk, which had piled up. His space remained the same as you remembered, for the most partâshelves littered with awards and files, the same desktop taking up one-quarter of his huge ass desk, and the couch with the coffee table left to the side of the room. Prof Choi wore a stern look of concentration on his face, still preoccupied with finishing up marking his scripts.Â
When his pen pauses and his gaze shifts towards the door, a small smile spreads across his face. He lifts his head and drops his pen, interlocking his fingers on his desk with growing amusement when his eyes meet yours.Â
Fuck, heâs still so handsome.
âProfessor Choiâ, you greet, holding your expression neutral as you bow, forcing yourself not to fidget with your tote bag.Â
âY/n!â Prof Choi greets almost too enthusiastically. âI would assume you would be more than delighted when I picked you to be my teaching assistant.â
âHonoured, almostâ, you reply. Itâs taking all of your energy not to break his gaze. Heâs staring at you with unreadable eyes, and youâre wondering if the fluttering in your chest is from the anxiety or the way Prof Choi is staring at you.
Prof Choi laughs, and it tickles your ears a little too good.Â
âSit. We have a lot to go through todayâ, he gestures to the seat before him, and you take it.
He switches on his monitor to his course syllabus and turns the monitor slightly towards you.Â
âOh, before we begin, itâs a pleasure meeting you again, y/n.â
Oh boy, was being Prof Choiâs teaching assistant a fucking handful. You knew it was gonna be rough, but to be assisting Professor Choi San? He was on another levelâhis schedule would be filled to the brim with meetings with the faculty on top of conducting classes weekly. You struggled in your first month, learning the ropes, especially from a busy and challenging professor like him. He wasnât mean or cold at all, on the contrary, more direct and meticulous. Well, he had to be, considering his position. Nonetheless, it felt like he was always too busy to attend to your questions sometimes, and that would leave you to your own devices.Â
You stand in the aisle, looking down at the assortment of foods lined up in the chiller. Has Prof eaten yet? Does he even eat? What does he even eat? By instinct, you pull out your phone and open his chat.Â
[you]: Hi Prof. Have you eaten? Iâm at the convenience store near the campus. I could grab something quick for you.Â
A couple of minutes go by, but your phone doesnât receive a ping, and you had to reach the office soon. So you pick up another tuna rice ball for the professor alongside yours before making a beeline for the cashier.Â
Prof Choi hears the knock on his door and as usual, he utters his usual âcome inâ. His gaze lands on you, and he glances at the clock.Â
âYouâre on time todayâ, he points out.Â
You furrow your eyebrows, confused. âIâm always on time, Professor.â
âYouâre usually in a little earlier.â
âRight, because I got you thisâ, you reply, rustling through the plastic bag in your hands, fishing out the rice ball.
He looks up at you, confusion hinted in his expression. He doesnât take the food yet.Â
âWhatâs this?âÂ
âTuna rice ball. Surely only having coffee in the morning is not filling your stomach.âÂ
You put the food in front of him. âBesides, I messaged you but you didnât reply. So I just chose something safe. Unless youâre telling me youâre allergic to tuna or something.â
Prof Choi blinks. His hands reach out to take the snack from the desk, unwrapping the plastic packaging as he watches you leave his office to grab a mug of coffee. He glances over at his phone, and sure enough, your name is there with your message.
Since then, his reply would pop up in mere minutes whenever you asked him if he wanted anything to eat.Â
Of course, the more you spent time with him, the more you grew comfortable, and all the thoughts you ever stressed about slowly faded off. Prof Choi grew more relaxed around you, internally grateful that youâre able to tank a significant fraction of his workload for him. Undoubtedly, you also come to realise that Prof Choi is human after allâhe obviously would make mistakes, even as someone of his caliber, and deep inside, you found it rather cute, well, until you had to stop yourself from developing deranged thoughts.Â
Not to mention, another problem seemed to pop upâhis flirty banter. He likely picked up that it made you flustered sometimes, and since then, he wouldnât let it go, relishing at the way pink creeps up your cheeks when he would say something that wasnât like his âprofessor-selfâ, and at worst, feeding into your crooked thoughts.Â
You stare at him as he types away, particularly, the metal band around his ring finger. You wonder who was the lucky lady who had the chance to be with him. You blink.Â
What the hell were you thinking?
âItâs rude to stare, you knowâ, Prof Choiâs voice snapping you out of your daydreams.Â
âIâm just wondering about your ring, thatâs allâ, you reply, forcing your attention back to your half-marked assignments.
âIâm not actually marriedâ, he suddenly confesses, and for some reason, it makes your heart beat slightly faster.Â
âHuh?â Is all you manage to reply.Â
Prof Choi chuckles. He pauses his work on the desktop, turning his attention to you. Even though you have worked so closely with him for a while already, you can never seem to find your composure around him.Â
Even though you see his face every week, you canât seem to wrap your head around how insanely good-looking he is, how sometimes you struggle to maintain eye contact with him, because it doesnât take long before you feel yourself slowly flushing.Â
âI wear it on my ring finger so the students stop asking about my marital statusâ, Prof Choi clarifies. You watch him pull the ring from his ring finger and fit it over his index.Â
âSo youâre singleâ, you echo.
He nods, âIâm single.âÂ
What is this strange feeling of relief?
âWhat about you?â He suddenly asks. Youâre not looking directly at him, and you donât realise the way heâs looking at you attentively. And if you do, you just might combust.
âIâmâŚsingle tooâ, you answer, trying to meet his gaze, fidgeting with the red pen in between your fingers.Â
âAnd whyâs that? Too busy fighting with your professors for grades?â
You glare at him.Â
âI think it was my professor picking fights with meâ, you reply quickly, jabbing right back at him.Â
You watch Prof Choi lower his gaze, a smile spreading across his cheeksâan actual smileâhis dimples showing up. Oh fuck. Just when you thought you could depend on your ribcage to contain your heart properly, you found out Prof Choi could actually smile.Â
When he looks up at you again, you break the eye contact, your gaze flying back to the papers before you.Â
âYou know, Iâve met many students, but you were the first to cuss out at me.â
You did? âI did?â
Your professor nods, cocking his eyebrow at the way you had seemed to have simply forgotten something as eventful as that.Â
This time, Professor Choi bursts into a chuckle, completely amused by your reaction.Â
âIs that why you kept-â
âGiving you chances to answer in class for credit? You should really thank me for that. Your grade for my class was one of the highest you know.â
You feel your cheeks flush. But before you can retaliate, Prof Choi cuts you off.
âJokes aside, no. I think the discussion we had that afternoon had an impression on me. The cherry on top was you cussing at me. I liked that. Refreshing and endearingâ, Prof Choi continues, his attention seeping back to the pile of scripts before him.Â
âI think this side of Professor is pretty refreshing and endearing tooâ, you let it slip.
His pen pauses in mid-air. You donât catch his gaze completely softening on you.Â
As the semester continues on, you began easing into the class schedules. You watch prof get swarmed by a group of students, a usual ritual that happens right when the class ends. At this point, you had grown used to it. Sometimes the students would come and approach you instead, which honestly surprised you, but your heart would feel warm, knowing that these students trusted you.
It was then you became acquainted with another teaching assistant under Prof Choi, who joined shortly after you didâChoi Jongho. Initially, he came off as a rather shy individual, but the both of you warmed up quickly with each other, sharing the workload and bonding over gossip with each other. Gosh, was he fucking amazing with gossip, especially when it came to Professor Choi. Soon enough, the both of you were texting almost on a regular basis, the conversations weighing more towards academic topics sprinkled with a little gossip.Â
âYouâre going off with Choi Jongho?â
âYeahâ, you reply, bunching the papers in your hands. âIâve got some things to discuss with him about.â Partially true.Â
For some reason, even though your professor has been completely swamped with papers to grade and meetings to attend, you would always find him loitering around your desk from time to time. He seems to especially enjoy doing that when youâre around.Â
âYouâve been spending an awfully lot amount of time with himâ, Prof Choi points out, looking over your shoulder as he watches you scribble on another studentâs paper.Â
âYeah, we get along well actually. Isnât that a good thing, Prof? Both your teaching assistants are besties.â
For some reason, that makes Prof Choi frown, but youâre too absorbed in your work to notice it.
A couple of minutes go by, and you still feel his presence, not that you mind, but youâre starting to find it peculiar that heâs been hanging around your desk a lot recently.
âDo you have something to discuss with me, prof?â You ask, eyes still glued to the paper.
âYesâ, he replies, taking another sip from his mug. âWhat do you think of Choi Jongho?â
Such a random question to ask, you think. Maybe heâs just making sure you and Jongho get along well?
You pause, giving yourself to think, tapping the back of the red pen against your bottom lip, taken aback by Prof Choiâs sudden question, but the conversations you and Jongho had resurfacing into your brain, and a giggle escapes you, which makes Professor Choi subconsciously narrow his eyes and furrow his brows.Â
âHeâs fun to be around, and despite how he looks, heâs actually got a wicked sense of humor. Oh god, wait. Let me tell you what you he did that day while we were having lunch together-â
You turn your head to continue to run your mouth, only to slowly trail off when realise his face is just inches from yours, and you swear your heart is on a treadmill from the lack of distance between you and Prof Choi. Itâs as if time paused, the both of you sinking right into each otherâs gazes. You canât help but notice how intense his gaze is, and you canât seem to decipher his thoughts, but from the way this situation played out, you swore heâd just lean in and kiss you.Â
Your heartbeat accelerates at the thoughtâwhy would he do that?
And when his fingers are on your chin, your rational thoughts are getting flushed out.Â
âThatâs an awful lot of cute things about Choi Jongho. Iâve never heard you talk about another Choi like that.â
You swallow hard, your body still frozen in spot.Â
âWhat do you think about him then?âÂ
âJongho? I was just-â
âNo. Choi San.â
Oh god. You could only stare back at him. Prof Choi tilts his head, his eyebrows raised, waiting for his answer. His cologne floats and almost shuts down your sensesâhas he always smelled this good?Â
The corner of his lips curl slightly at the way youâre staring at him like a deer in the headlights.Â
âI t-think Prof-â
âSan. Choi Sanâ, he corrects you.Â
Another hard swallow the more you try to focus your gaze on him.Â
âI think Choi Sanâs a great professor. Heâs really competent, a lot softer than he presents himself as-â
Fuck you canât think. Not when heâs staring down your eyes to your lips like that.Â
âMmhm.â
âAnd heâs really so-â
Then a loud knock echoes across the room, breaking the tension. Prof Choiâs body doesnât shift, but he looks up at the door, shouting âdoorâs unlockedâ, before he stands back upright, adjusting his glasses and walking back to his desk.Â
Jonghoâs head peeks in, then he bows at Prof Choi before he walks to your desk. You stare up at him with a forced smile.Â
âReady to go? I was waiting for your messageâ, Jongho says, his eyes glancing over the professor, then you, a strange feeling that he probably interrupted something.Â
You nod, while shoving your belongings into your bag, then slinging it on your shoulder.Â
Barely being able to look at Professor Choi, you still force yourself to, bowing goodbye to him.Â
âThank you Prof Choi. See you tomorrow.â
He looks up from his desk, right into your eyes.Â
âSee you too, y/n.âÂ
You canât help but wonder how far things would have gone if Jongho didnât knock the door.
Jongho isnât an idiot. Initially, he assumes that you and the professor were on much friendlier terms considering that you came in before he did. Granted, the workload he would give the both of you was the same, he would take the initiative to have lunch with the both of you both individually and together whenever he had pockets of free time, but what roused his awareness was the lingering glances Professor Choi would cast at you from time to time, the way he seemed to relish the reactions you would give him whenever he teased you.Â
He notices the way your ears would grow red even when you roll your eyes at the professor and jab him with another playful snarky remark.Â
Though he wonders how dangerous things could get, Jongho thinks this could get interesting.Â
The semester continues smoothly, the only change being that Jongho being absent from the office more often due to his other commitment to soccer. You remember him telling you he had quite a big match coming up, the sparkle in his eyes bright and twinkling whenever he talks about said sport.Â
If he wasnât in classes, heâd be off for training, hopping into the office from time to time to pass Professor Choi marked scripts and reports. Prof Choi pretty much didnât mindâhe stated as long as Jongho did his job, he could be free to do what he wanted outside of being a teaching assistant.
Needless to say, the office was mostly Prof Choi and you, now even more time spent with him with Jongho mostly being absent. By then, the both of you had grown so accustomed to being in each otherâs presence that banters amongst each other became the normâthe both of you competing with each other with unserious remarks, laced with almost flirtatiousness, just to see who would back down first.Â
Then came the proximityâsince Prof Choi would wander over your desk as if he had all the free time in the world, he would somehow strike up another conversation with you, leaning over to hear you better, his arm bumping into yours to look over at the papers you were grading to check if you were doing them correctly. But what he absolutely adores the most is when youâd roll over to his desk to pester him with your questionsâsometimes even testing him on his own content.Â
He likes the way he gets to be closer to you. He likes the way your shoulders touch his when you lean in to push the paper towards him so he can see the script better.Â
He likes the way you would finally look up and meet his eyes when youâre done formulating your question, waiting to hear his opinion.
Today is no differentâProfessor Choi being so used to the notion that he would only be seeing you in the office, the corner of his lips pull upwards at the thought of the types of banter you would have with him, the kinds of shenanigans you would bring into the office.
He hears your knock at the time you would always arrive, watching the way the door opens, and your head popping from the door, as you greet, âHi Prof!âÂ
âGood morning, y/nâ, he would greet back, sipping on his morning coffee.Â
You walk over to his desk, dropping his tuna rice ball. âHere you go. Enjoy your breakfast, Prof!â
âYou can stop calling me Profâ, Prof Choi suddenly says, twirling the pen in his hand. For a second, you wonder what triggered the sudden change. Youâve been calling him Prof since day one, pretty much used to it already, the only time you didnât was when heânever mind. The thought of it is making your face flush again.Â
âIs there something else you want me to call you?â You ask, trying to calm your heartbeat down when that memory suddenly resurfaces.Â
âYou can call me San. Iâm fine with that. I know youâre still my teaching assistant but weâve been working closely. I think itâs fine to drop the Prof honorific.â
You try out.Â
âSure thing Sanâ, you reply. âThough itâs gonna take a while for me to get used to this.â
âIf youâre able to cuss in front of me, calling me by my name should be the least of your worries, y/nâ, San teases.
You raise your hand, feigning a stance ready to smack him before you lower your arm, listening to the way San laughs before rolling your eyes and sinking into your desk.Â
The day marches on as normalâattending a class or two with Jongho before heâs whisked away to his soccer practice, leaving just the two of you for the rest of the day.Â
San is leaning at your desk again, looking at you typing out your report. He squints slightly before he leans down to your shoulder, his finger pointed at one of the paragraphs, asking you about the content. You answer him, and when you turn your head once youâre done, you find yourself looking at Sanâs side profile mere inches awayâhis sun-kissed skin, his pretty lashes, his thick, well-trimmed eyebrows, and the way his lips protrude out a littleâhe always looked like heâs pouting in the most adorable way.Â
Thatâs when you realise a problem seemed to be bubbling up to the surface, try as you might to ignore it, repress itâthat youâre falling for your professor. Fast.Â
You snap back to reality, finally aware of how loud your heart is beating against your rib cage, and your hand flies up in instinct as a divider between you and San. San blinks at the sudden movement, confused.Â
âY/n, what are you doing?â Heâs not moving.Â
âI think Iâve got something on my face.â
San cocks an eyebrow. âYou do? Let me check-âÂ
His palm covers yours, bringing it down to the table, and youâre kicking yourself for sprouting such a self-sabotaging lie.
Why? Because now San has his hand on yours on top of his face in full view of yours, his eyes meeting yours before his gaze flutters around your face, checking for whatever hell you said was on your face.Â
His gaze meets yours and for a split second, something else glints in his eyes.Â
The door swings open, and San straightens himself up, slightly irritated at the interruption, leaving you to spin your chair away from San, your hands cupping your cheeks, the heat warming you up against the cold air conditioner. The heat from his hand on yours lingers for a little longer.Â
Jongho walks in, his duffel slinging on his shoulder with his shoe bag clipped.Â
âHey, Prof. Hey cutie.âÂ
San blinks. What did he just call you?
âHey jjongie. Arenât you supposed to be at practice?â You ask, forcing yourself to focus on your colleague instead.Â
âSupposedly, yeah, but there was a sudden downpour midway so training got cancelled. Might as well get some work done hereâ, he shrugs, dropping his bag onto the floor.Â
San is wrapping his head around the fact that you and Jongho seem to have pet names for each other.Â
âDidnât miss me too much right?â Jongho teases. ââCause I did!â
âThatâs a first coming from you jjongieâ, you reply, surprising a smile.Â
âOf course! Itâs been a while, how could I not? We should go eat dinner together sometime.â
San only stares on in silence, pretending to sink back into his grading.
Jongho walks over to your desk, taking his turn to look at your report. San watches the way Jonghoâs arm is comfortable over your seat, as he asks you about your report, talking to you as if San wasnât just behind you seconds before.Â
The fact youâre entertaining himâhitting his arm playfully and laughing at his remarksâall the more rouses some kind of irritation in San. Itâs like a boiling pot.Â
He pretends he doesnât see the way Jongho leans in to whisper something into your ear although itâs bugging him so fucking much. For once, he wishes Jonghoâs training didnât cancel.Â
âOh right before I forgetâ, Jongho mutters, rushing back to his desk, digging through his bag. He walks back over with a paper in hand and places it before you. You glance down and your face brightens upâitâs a ticket to his game.Â
âFor real?â You exclaim, your eyes bright, taking the ticket in your hands. âIâll definitely make time for you.â
âIâll score goals for you, kay?â Jongho teases, his eyes glancing at San, who is progressively looking more irritated.Â
âAh, Is San not going?âÂ
âSan? Since when were you on first name basis with him?â Jongho wonders aloud, the suspicion only brewing even more.Â
âJongho, donât you have reports to hand in?â San asks curtly.Â
You feel like you are caught in between crossfire for some reason.Â
Jongho smiles, then has your head under his arm, which elicits another irritated reaction from your professor.Â
You have never had Jongho done this before. In fact, you recall him offhandedly mentioning that heâs never a physical touch person, and that anything with physical touch makes him shudder.Â
âRelax, Prof. Youâd rather your subordinates get along than not right?â
Just when San is about to reply, Jongho suddenly exclaims.Â
âAH, coach is calling me back to the field. Prof, Iâll send you the report by tomorrow okay? See you guys!â, Jongho hums as he runs back to his desktop to turn it off.Â
âHas he always been like that?â San wonders aloud, his eyebrows furrowed.Â
âI guess. Itâs actually what makes him cute.â
âCute? You think Jongho isâŚcute?âÂ
âIs he not? Doesnât he remind you of a bear? Big and cuddly.â
San clears his throat, and you watch him walk over to your desk, his hand resting on the tabletop. He leans in.Â
âSo⌠you find it cute when he gives you pet names?â
âWell, I mean-â
âYou find it cute when he plays with your hair?â San curls your locks around his fingers.Â
You canât seem to get words to leave your throat.Â
âYou find it cute when he has his hands all over you like that?â Heâs leaning in even closer this time, arms trapping you at either side.
âProf-â
âNo. Itâs sir.â
Your mind is in a whirlwind at the way heâs towering over you, his scent the only thing filling your olfactory senses, the way heâs staring right into you, gaze sharp as a blade.Â
âYou find it cute when his touches run up your body like this?â His fingers are trailing up your arms, every touch he burns into your skin, and when his thumb pauses at your chin, you realise youâre royally fucked.
Once more, his face is mere inches away from yours. You wonder if youâll be teased like two previous times before.Â
âOf course you donât. Youâd rather I do that to you, right?â
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Â
âYes, sir.â
His voice is barely a whisper, his eyes downcast, staring at your lips like itâs his reward to claim.Â
âGood girl.â
Of course, he claims it.
His kisses are so greedyâhis lips prying yours open, and you feel yourself completely give in to him, surrendering whatever resistance, rationale, repression to Choi San.Â
You want moreâyou want seconds. Every swipe his tongue passes your lip, it makes your head float. How does someone taste this fucking good?
He pauses mid-wayâbarely a couple of seconds, to pull off his glasses and strew them across the deskâthen goes back to devouring your lips.Â
San would smile in between kisses when he hears your whimpers. He thinks youâre so fucking adorable when you tremble slightly at his touch. It all goes straight to his cock.Â
He thinks youâll be even more adorable when he ruins you.Â
When San pulls back, he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, watching your glazed-out expression with amusement.Â
"I'd love to continue messing you up, but I have a meeting to attend. Iâll deal with you later, sweetheart. See you next week.â
His touch lingers on your chin for a couple of seconds longer before he pulls away and shifts to walk back to his desk, leaving your heartbeat wild and erratic, and your thighs squeezed tighter.
Since then, that was all you ever thought aboutâthe slight smile before his lips collided with yours, the way his words rang in your ears. You could barely meet his eyes.Â
In more instances than one and with any chance given to him, heâd close up any physical distance he had with you. Worried that your emotions would bubble and overflow when he does that, you developed a habit of avoiding his eye contact.Â
Even after classes, you swore he was casting you glances even with lines of students waiting to talk to him.Â
âDid you piss Prof off or something?â Jongho asks as he shuts his laptop.Â
âWhy are you asking?â
He shrugs. âItâs just that heâs been eyeing you down like a hawk recently. Did something happen between the both of you?â
You freeze when the flashbacks of the taste of his lips return to your memory when you remember how hungry he looked just wanting to devour you.Â
âY/n?â
You blink, then force yourself to meet Jonghoâs eyes.Â
âNo. Nothing happened. At least I hope I didnât make any mistakes.â
âYouâre fine. Thereâs a reason why the department chair chose his teaching assistants.â
You laugh softly at his words.
But when you hear Sanâs voice from behind you, you almost jump.Â
âY/n, Jongho, the both of you can wrap up here and head back to the officeâ, he instructs. You feel his warmth radiating from behind, and it only makes your heart jump at the proximity.Â
You watch Jongho slowly pack up, small conversations sparking between the both of you about his soccer practice.Â
You glance at the door. San isnât back yet.Â
âI think itâll take him awhile to be back. The students there seem to really like him.âÂ
No doubt, the female students for this class seemed a lot more assertive, almost always demanding all of Sanâs time. Well, not that it should matter. Itâs not as if he should mean anything-
âY/n? Are you okay? You seem pretty off recently. Even Profâs pretty worriedâ, Jonghoâs voice grounding you back to the cold office.Â
You force a smile and shake your head.Â
âIâm fine. I guess itâs just so much workload to deal with.âÂ
Jongho places his hand on your shoulder in comfort, âYouâre doing fine. You know you can approach either of us if youâre struggling right?â
You feel comforted, even though your messy thoughts werenât even about the workload, so you return an assured smile before waving Jongho off for his soccer practice.Â
Youâre wondering what youâre feeling nervous about, because when the door of Sanâs room opens, you jolt slightly.Â
âYouâre still here?â You hear San ask.Â
âYeah. Need to reply to some emails and double-check some of their assignments.â Not a total lie. Itâs the swirling feelings heâs been giving you whenever that day surfaces in your mind, the small bouts of attention he pays you and the touches he lets linger a little too long thatâs all a dopamine rush in you. You canât help but want more. But in the same breath, meeting his gaze will allude doom for you.Â
San nods as he sits back at his desk, going right back to his computer. The silence continues for awhile and youâre surprised that youâre even able to concentrate.Â
âY/nâ, you hear San call you.Â
Your gaze doesnât break from your screen. âHmm?â
âCome here. Help me look at this.â
You walk over, ignoring the way your heart is just pounding so damn loudly. Itâs painfully obvious that San is staring right at your face, and itâs also painfully obvious that youâre avoiding looking at him.Â
And it definitely seems to be ticking him off.Â
Your eyes stay locked to his screen reading off whatever is on the screen, and nothing is processing in your brain.Â
âIt looks goodâ, you curtly reply, trying to ignore the fact that youâre being stared down by a certain professor. You turn away, your eyes still not acknowledging San, only for your professor to stop you in your tracks.Â
âNow where do you think youâre going?â
Heâs making you face him now.Â
Youâre still not giving him eye contact.Â
âBack to my desk?â You say, looking off into the distance. But San seems to have other plans.Â
âYou know âlooks goodâ isnât the feedback Iâm looking for, right?â
Shit. You know that clear as day.Â
Now San has both his arms trapping you on his desk.Â
You somehow still manage to avoid his sharp gaze even when youâre backing up against him, easily letting him corner you.
His belongings are strewn all over the desk when he pins you down. By some miracle, only papers flutter down his desk.Â
And youâre finally looking right at him.Â
���Youâre finally looking at me, y/nâ, he states the obvious. âNow tell me, did I do something wrong?âÂ
âNo, you didnât, sirâ, you reply curtly.Â
He leans in closer.Â
âThen why are you avoiding my eye contact?â
You shut your eyes and squeeze them. Thereâs no pure way out of thisâyour dirty thoughts are seeping into the smallest crevices of your brain, and the more San is prodding you, the more it makes you throb.
âItâs because that evening when weâŚâ you feel your cheeks burn with every word leaving your lips.Â
San is waiting for you to continue.Â
âWhen we kissedâŚcouldnât stop thinking about it.â
âAnd?â
âIt made me wantâŚmore.â
Thereâs a moment of silence.
âHas anyone told you how adorable you are when youâre honest?â He chuckles. âIâm gonna finish what we started sweetheart, like I promised.â
It makes your heart flutter.Â
âAm I getting your consent for this?â, Sanâs voice rings in your ears. Youâre finding it hard to focus, especially when his thumb is pushing past the corner of your lips, and youâre just growing wet as fuck.Â
This is not right. This is so dangerous.Â
âYes sirâ, you reply back, trying to ignore the way your cunt is just tingling from the feeling of Sanâs thick erection pressing against you.
âThatâs my good girlâ, he praises before he dives in for a hungry kiss, his fingers roaming around your body, squeezing your tits before he unbuttons your shirt at an agonising pace. He smiles on your lips when he hears your soft gasp, and he presses his lips down to your jaw and then to your neck, sucking and biting the soft skin against your neck, his erection growing tighter against his trousers when he hears you moan and squirm.Â
When heâs satisfied with the light marks he decorated down your neck, his lips are pressed against your ear, and his hands are moving dangerously close to your cunt, and inevitably, your bottoms are off in seconds, leaving you in your pretty panties.Â
âI would prefer fucking you on my bed instead for the first time, but taking you on my desk? Maybe not too bad.â
Your cunt squeezes at the sound of San cussing. You never thought heâd sound this fucking hot.Â
He groans when his fingers press against the soaked patch of fabric hiding your pussy. All that wetness for him. He bunches up the fabric and rubs it against your clit, the friction drawing frustrated whimpers from you, much to his satisfaction. It feels so good but itâs not enough, and itâs driving you crazy.
Sanâs fingers finally hook against the waistband of your panties, sliding them off your legs, and pocketing them, much to your shock.Â
And he doesnât give you much time to focus on that because when he pulls his cock out from his unzipped pants, it makes your head spin from how thick Choi San is.Â
âSir, Iâm not sure-â
âItâll fit, sweetheart, like itâs made for meâ, is all the warning San gives before he lines up to your hole and pushes his cock in.Â
You canât tell whatâs fucking you up moreâthe way his cock is stretching you open or the San groaning in relief when he finally gets to stuff you full.Â
You bat away your tears, his cock so fucking full inside of you, pressing against your walls, being squeezed so perfectly by you.Â
God, Choi San thinks heâs in heaven.Â
His fingers brush across your cheeks, collecting your teardrops. His eyes lack any ounce of empathy.Â
âAw, are you crying because it feels good? You look so fucking pretty crying when Iâm stretching you open.â
You barely find the words to reply to him, all stuck in your throat, your mind only flooded by the way Sanâs cock is buried in your cunt, your thighs trembling from the pleasure. Itâs almost sickening. You know you shouldnât be doing thisânot with your professor, not on his fucking desk, but when he has you wrapped you around his finger and cock fucking the daylights out of you, itâs a temptation you can never resist.Â
A soft hiccup escapes past your lips when San pulls out almost all the way, his cock covered in a sheen of slick and precum before he pushes himself in once more, groaning when you clench around him for the nth time.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, sweetheart. God, I could just fuck you all day. Youâd like that right?â
Youâre barely keeping track, eyes rolled to the back of your head while your thighs twitch from the pleasure, but you manage to hold the eye contact, and through blurry tears, you mutter a weak, âYes sirâ.Â
âOf course you doâ, San hums before he pulls out once more and starts fucking you dumb on his desk.Â
No matter how much you try to cover your mouth, bite your tongue or your lip, your moans only come out louder in defiance, the dopamine shooting up your pussy over and over again whenever Sanâs cock hits your pretty spots.Â
Your mind is addicted to the way Sanâs shirt is buttoned down his chest, his cleavage almost fully out for you to gawk at, the way strands of his hair cling to his forehead because of the sweat, the way his eyes roll back when he feels you squeeze him with every loud fuck, and the way he looks down to you from time to time before he eats up your pathetic moans with hungry kisses.Â
He fucked you up so good, you didnât even realise it until now.Â
âS-Sanâ, you manage out a whimper, âpleaseâŚâ
âPlease what, sweetheart?â
You donât even know what youâre begging for.Â
âPlease⌠you feel so fucking good. Iâm gonna cum. Itâs so fucking goodâ, you babble, trying to force your eyes open.Â
San canât help but smirk when his ego is being stroked so nicely like that, especially by you. Heâs a good person, of course, heâll give what his good girl wants.Â
His thumb slides south on your body until you feel the ticklish sensation of him on your clit. Cream and precum pooling at the base of his cock makes it even worse for youâwith every graze, his finger pressed onto your clit, the knot tightened in your stomach.Â
Your nonsensical strings of words only push San to tease you more as he endearingly watches you break slowly when your orgasm builds up.Â
Your body twitches, your back arches, your eyes roll back, white splashes beneath your eyelids. Your orgasm burning through you while you cry out Sanâs name and you twitch pathetically on his cock, letting your cream leak all over his wet cock.Â
âFuck. Youâre such a good fucking girl for me, arenât you?â, you hear San curse. He fucks you through your orgasm, the overstimulation building up. The sensitivity feels so fucking good.Â
His hand catches your jaw, and he forces you to meet his eyes.Â
âWanna pump you full of my cum, keep you so fuckinâ full for days on end,â he huffs, âbut not now, sweetheart.â
Not that you minded, but thereâs a strange tinge of disappointment ringing at the back of your head.Â
San thrusts into you a couple more times before he pulls out, his thick and wet cock resting on your pelvis, twitching as his hand takes over.Â
Nothing can beat Choi Sanâs fucking face when he cums. He looks like heâs in fucking heaven, and heâs tearing up the sky because of you. His fingers leave light marks on your thighs, you hear him groan at such a low tone that your cunt flutters uselessly against the air. Translucent spurts land on your skin, but it barely registers in youâyouâre too busy swooning over the way your Professor just cummed over your body.Â
Sanâs high dies down, and he catches his breath, casting you a glance, red dusting his cheeks, before he reaches out for the tissue box to clean you up.Â
A quick kiss on the lips before he goes on to collect all the papers all over the floor.
That night he drives you home, filling the space with light conversations as if he didnât just railed you on his desk.Â
Itâs only when you reach home that you realise one important thingâSan still has your panties.Â
You know you shouldnât be telling secrets to your colleague, especially when itâs about your fucking boss. But here you are, facing Jongho, who has his arms crossed in front of you.Â
âWhatâs up with you and Prof?â You predict the words that leave his lips.Â
You hesitate to tell him, unsure how you should even say it, where to even start.Â
The worst part you knew clear as day was that nothing changed since that day. You chalked it off as San being swamped with assignments to deal with, thatâs why the topic was never brought up again, but something still irked you. The only comfort you had was that the semester was ending, and so was your term as Sanâs teaching assistant.Â
Maybe it was how it was meant to be. Just nothing more than that.
But when you realise the dreaded feeling prickling at the back of your eyes, you knew you were fucked.Â
âI donât know how to even start jjongâ, you sigh. Jongho scrunches his eyebrows.Â
You watch his expression switch from one to the other. You expected him to freak out at you, yell at you for unprofessionalism or something, but he doesnât.Â
âItâs so fucked up. But I just canât help but wonder if he feels anythingâ, you mutter. The thought of you not being the only one heâs doing this with makes your stomach churn. But somehow, in the most twisted ways, confiding Jongho made you feel slightly better.Â
âWell, looks like weâll have to play that card I guessâ, Jongho shrugs. âBut you should mentally prepare yourself for the results, thatâs all I gotta warn you. I just need your consent to play along.â
Itâs a risky bet youâre playing, but drastic times called for drastic measures, right?
As the semester closes to its end, so does the workload. San feels a lot lighter on his shoulders, and while heâs grateful for his teaching assistants for lifting a significant amount of workload off him, the end of a semester meant the end of the working relationship between him and his teaching assistants. He usually doesnât feel that much, considering he has had many teaching assistants in the past, but for some reason, he feels a sense of discomfort lodged in his stomach when he thinks about having to let them go.
Especially one of them.Â
He sighs, removing his glasses from his nose and shutting his eyes while reviewing the exams. San feels like a fucking idiot when his eyes land on your empty desk, his frustration bubbling when you cross his mind again.Â
Even though he pretends to keep himself busy by flooding his mind with work, somehow, you would bubble to the surface once more, pushing him into the pits of frustration when heâs reminded of the way you get a kick arguing and refuting him just to get a reaction out of him, the way you taste like sweetest thing on earth heâs ever tried and the way you completely unravel when San fucks every single thought out of youâ
He bites his cheek.Â
No. He has to keep it professional. At least, until the term is over.Â
He just doesnât know how to tell you.Â
He knows heâs entered deep waters when he crossed the line that evening, the sight of you undone right before him snapping all his rationale. More than anything, heâs suffering the withdrawals, maybe thatâs the punishment he has to bear.Â
He glances at the colourful ticket at the corner of his desk. Itâs Jonghoâs big game. Even though he usually doesnât let himself intertwine with his subordinateâs personal interests, itâs hard not to.Â
In addition, youâll be there. Maybe heâd snag you after the game and talk to you properly.Â
The meeting ran overtime, San glances down at his silver watch, realising heâd missed almost thirty minutes of Jonghoâs game. Despite the exhaustion, he pushes it aside and heads to the stadium.Â
He watches the brightly lit scoreboard as he takes a seat on the bench, Jonghoâs team is in the lead by one point.Â
Somehow he gets wrapped up in the game, cheering when Jonghoâs team takes championship as the benches all burst into loud cheers too.Â
He gets up to leave, already thinking of drafting a text to congratulate Jongho in his head, maybe get him a small congratulatory gift on the side.Â
Then he spots you, just rows below. Now, heâs walking down as if on instinct, to get to where you are.
San pushes past the crowd to approach you. Heâll offer to drive you backâhe knows itâs all an excuse but anything to get you into his space once more.Â
His arm outstretched, reaching out to tap your shoulder, then suddenly stopping when he sees Jongho appear right in front of you. Thatâs fine. San could just congratulate him at the same timeâ
Which all of those thoughts immediately disintegrate when he watches Jongho cup your cheeks with his hand, his eyes widening in complete silent horror as Jongho leans into you for a kiss.Â
You seriously doubt that Jonghoâs plan would work. Didnât San decide not to come anyway? You heard it with your own ears too.Â
Nonetheless, you pushed it to the back of your mind, focusing on cheering for your friend, watching the leading scorer jump from one team to the next. You couldnât help but erupt into cheers when Jonghoâs team won, screams echoing through the open stadium.Â
You watch Jongho walk up to the benches where you are, and his arms wrap around you, his smile big and bright, competing with the stadium lights.Â
âCongratulations, baby bearâ, you tease, pushing against his shoulders lightly. Jongho inches close to you.Â
âHeâs behind you by the wayâ, Jongho mutters, loud enough for you to hear, but not long enough for you to process, because his hands are cupping your jaw, his thumb pressed against your lips.Â
He hears you muffle some kind of question but your lips stay sealed.Â
âYou owe me one for this,â is the last thing you hear before he leans in. Your eyes widen in shock, and you freeze in your spot, even though his lips donât meet yours, evidently separated by Jonghoâs thumb, his action had caught you off guard.
You barely have the capacity to process what had just happened, and you feel someoneâs warmth tightening against your wrist.Â
Jongho lets go of you immediately, but youâre staring right at your professor, who is staring right at Jongho with an unreadable expression, with his fingers curled tightly against your wrist. It feels like an eternity since you saw him. Heâs not wearing glasses today and his hair is down instead of his usual slicked-back look, donned with a simple dress shirt and tie which framed his wide shoulders so perfectly.
âCongratulations on your win, Choi Jongho. I believe you should be with your team to celebrate right?â
Jongho only smirks back. âRight. See you babe. Thank you, Prof. See you next week.â
Jongho casts you a glance, the mischief twinkling in his eyes before he turns his heel down the stairs and back to the field.Â
What the fuck just happened?
And you find yourself staring up at the male before you, his gaze piercing into yours.Â
âProfâSan?â You blink. âI thought you werenât-â
âWouldnât miss it for the world, sweetheart. Why would I not want to see the cute relationship my teaching assistants have right?â His voice is laced with venom.Â
San doesnât really elaborate further, leading you to his car, sealing your fate once more when the passenger doors close shut.Â
Heâs all over you. His body is burning up, maybe just as fast as yours is, and itâs making you feel dizzy. His moves are aggressive, impatient and you swear you feel something else tooâdesperation.Â
âS-Sanââ you gasp, in an attempt to take control of something.
âItâs sir to you, sweetheartâ, his voice low and gentle, but commanding. Goosebumps scatter across your skin, making you shiver in response when his palms slide up your waist.Â
You never saw it comingâfrom the second his hand grabbed yours, pulling you away from Jongho, his eyes locked into yours for a moment before he turns to Jongho, then to the car ride back, where you noticed the way his knuckles turned pale from gripping the steering wheel. On the walk to his car, you asked him where you were going, and all he did was turn to you and reply, âWeâve got things to talk about, donât we, sweetheart?â
Now youâre becoming undone once more under Sanâs touches, trapped beneath him like the first time, now at his place, on his fucking couch instead.Â
âIt was just foolish of me to just let it be, wasnât it?â He asks. âFucking you dumb on my desk wasnât a good enough indicator, was it?â
âS-sirâŚ!â
âAnd you think itâs cute getting all cuddly with Jongho? Letting him kiss you all over, touch you all over?â San mutters, his fingers wrapped around your throat, his grip tightening slightly and youâre sure heâs about to leave light imprints.Â
But oh, was it so fucking exhilaratingâthe thought of Choi San riled up like that, a sight youâve never seen before, and youâre not sure if fear or excitement running through your veins right now, but what you do know, is that if he finds out that your panties are completely soaked through, youâre fucking done for.Â
His lips collide with yours again, branding himself as some kind of oxygen thief when heâs turning your mind into complete mush.Â
âIâm not sure if itâs a little game to you sweetheart, but if it is, I think you need a reminder.â
You breathlessly look up at him, and he looks ethereal even when heâs panting and looking pissed as hell.Â
âWhat reminder, sir?â You dare ask back.Â
The side of Sanâs lips tugs upwards. His hand leaves your throat and trails down your blouse, effortlessly unbuttoning the apparel until he tugs it off you, panting at the sight of your tits hugged by your lace bra. Your bottoms are off again on the floor of his bedroom, alongside any ounce of rationale. Your soaked panties are agonisingly pulled off your legs, and before you know it, his hands spread them open too. It takes all of Sanâs self-control to not stuff you full. At least, not yet.
âItâs my cock youâre gonna cum all over. Even when you have another guyâs lips on yours, itâs my name youâre gonna fucking scream.â
Oh. Oh god.Â
The pieces of what Jongho was trying to do suddenly come together, unfortunately, the realisation doesnât last long because San has his lips greedily on yours again on top of the way his full-blown erection is pressing onto your pussy.Â
âSirâ, you manage out a weak mutter when he finally pulls away, trying to press and grind against his clothed dick for some friction or anything to rid the burn thatâs going through your body. But San remains still.Â
âUse your words since you love using your mouth so much.â Like kissing Choi Jongho.Â
Your mind is a complete puddle.Â
âI reallyâŚfuck. I really need you to fuck me right now, sirâ, you beg, red flushing your cheeks, but itâs not from the shame. Thereâs a feral glint in Sanâs eyes that you donât miss.Â
âNoâ, is all he answers, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach.Â
âNot until Iâve fucked your mouth full, sweetheart.âÂ
All you can do is watch him speechlessly as he hooks his index finger on the knot of his tie and loosens it, unraveling it back to its original form.Â
âHands togetherâ, he commands you, and you do so immediately, basking in the scent of his cologne while he leans into you, his hands tying knots around your wrists with his tie. âDonât let it loosen, got it?â
âYes, sir.â
âGood girl. Now on your knees.âÂ
Youâve never dropped to your knees so fast.
San forces you to watch him unbutton and lower the fly of his trousers, and youâre just doing your best not to get drool on his expensive carpet.Â
When his cock springs out, youâre also forced to watch him fuck his palm at a slow pace, drinking in his groans, slick staining your inner thighs, and the fucking floor next if you donât do anything.Â
His cock is heavy against your cheek when he taps it there, and your tongue slips out of your mouth by instinct, given experimental kitten licks on his slit, before his fingers catch your chin, and he forces you to look up at him.Â
âLook at meâ, he instructs.Â
You do. You do your best not to break the eye contact, trying not to be sidetracked by his big fucking cock, but your eyes canât help but dart to his appendage.Â
âNo, keep your eyes on meâ, he redirects once more, his fingers fixing your head in place.Â
Then he slides his cock into your mouth and pulls out a choked moan from you.Â
âThatâs it. Good girlâ, he grunts when you start bobbing your head, fucking his cock with your mouth.Â
His fingers trail to the back of your head, but heâs using all of his strength not to force your head down.Â
But as you pick up the momentum, itâs an automatic reaction to push your head down so his cock hits the back of your throat. Your eyes are watering but fuck you feel like youâre in fucking heaven. Your head spins whenever his wet cock is forced down your tight throat, and you break eye contact a few times, which San has to tap your jaw to make you keep eye contact while he fucks your face.Â
âIâm cumming, sweetheart. Fuck. Keep that pretty little mouth open for me yeah?â He groans, bucking his hips, letting streaks of warm white paint your throat and mouth, watching the way youâre looking up at him with doe eyes, taking his cum in your mouth like a good girl. His good girl.Â
He smudges his thumb against the corner of your lips before his arms carry you up, only to dump you on the couch.
Your back is on the couch again, hands still tied behind your back and legs up with San pressing his body weight on you.
He props your leg on his shoulder, and he stretches you open inch by inch. You gasp when he fills you up, your walls immediately clenching around him.Â
âSo fuckin tight for me, sweetheart. You take me so well.â
His thrusts are growing more aggressive mixed in with the possession thatâs bleeding in and itâs setting your whole body on fire. Your words are caught in your throat when heâs buried into you to the hilt. He groans at the way your pussy is fluttering pathetically against him.Â
It feels so fucking good that nothing but stars engulf your vision when his cock stuffs you full to the hilt again. His name leaves your lips like a mantra on top of broken moans and whimpers, and it only makes San fill up the space in your pussy all the more better.Â
His shoulders are so wide that heâs towering over you, his fingers forcing you to face him whenever youâre drifting because of the pleasure, his eyes feral when you look so fucked out for him. And when he combines his heavy thrusts with a squeeze around your throat, it makes your mind shut off and your cunt cream all over his dick.
âGood girl, looking all so fucked out for me.â
 His cock is hitting all the perfect spots, and itâs driving you insane with the knot tightening in your stomach at such a fast pace. You think youâre sliding off the couch but San isnât letting youâespecially not when his thrusts are keeping you on the couch. His name continues to leave your lips in broken moans every time he fucks you.Â
San snakes his fingers to your scalp and he tugs sharply, enough to force you to look up at him. Youâre tearing up again, and it feels so fucking good with the way heâs keeping your hair tugged while he fucks the ever-loving shit out of you.
âMy name does sound much better when youâre crying it doesnât it, sweetheart?â
You choke back a moan when he hits your g-spot once more.
âY-yes sir.âÂ
âHow are you feeling?â
âFull. So full sir. Want more. Please. Need you to ruin meâ, you beg once more, your mind floating in an endless euphoria.
âOh, I definitely willâ, San hums, watching in sheer pleasure as your eyes roll back when his cockhead presses perfectly against your g-spot over and over.
Before you realise it, your orgasm hits you like fucking train, spreading through your body like a fucking wildfire, engulfing every crevice of your body.Â
Heâs gonna break you, and youâre fucking loving it.Â
âSan-â, you cry out, not registering the way heâs wiping the tears off your eyes. âSo good. You feel so good. Cumming so much-âÂ
âI know, sweetheart. It feels so fucking good doesnât it?â He asks with a smile, satisfied when you nod frantically while he rubs your thighs.
Your thighs are shaking from how good this all feels, cream staining your inner thighs and his cock when he pulls out.Â
âIâm not done with you yet, sweetheartâ, San reminds you.Â
He turns you over, keeping one hand on your tied hands, while the other pressing your head against the back of the couch. He lines his cock back to your cunt, pushing into your hole once more. You choke on your moans again, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes until heâs fully seated in you once more.Â
The sounds are even wetter now, especially when youâre overstimulated, pussy just being so perfectly abused by Choi San. You fucking love the way his hands are around your neck, forcing you against the cushions when he fucks you dumb from the back.Â
Your stomach is in knots once more, the feeling building up faster than the previous time, and all you can mutter is that it feels so good. San thinks youâre so fucking adorable when youâre not having banters with him and being this cock drunk for him.Â
Then he pulls you off the couch, letting you catch a breath before he sits you on his lap, his cock still buried in your cunt, and starts bouncing you off his cock from below.
He alternates between melting your brain with his pornographic moans right at your ear and planting more love bites down your jaw.Â
âGonna cum again. You feel so fucking good in me. Oh godâ, you hiccup through your tears, the sensitivity pushing your limit.Â
âCum as hard as you want, sweetheart. Iâll let you milk me dry, fill you up so fucking good that youâll be leaking with my cum for the next two days.âÂ
That was enough to set you off. Your pussy convulses when your second orgasm hits, fireworks bursting in your eyelids, long drawn-out cries while San fills your tight cunt with his warm and thick cum, while his groans fill up in your ears. You feel his fingers massaging your thighs, coaxing you from your high.Â
Youâre dizzy, and light-headed as your head slumps against his shoulders, too spent to acknowledge the male behind you leaving more marks down your neck.Â
âLetâs get you cleaned up, sweetheart,â San breaks the momentary silence, well aware that his softening cock is still in you.Â
Your hand flies up to his chest to stop him, even though youâre still recovering from seeing stars.Â
âWe need to talk-â
âAfter we clean upâ, he cuts you off, lifting you off his cock and carrying you bridal style to his bathroom.Â
But youâre stubborn.Â
âN-no. It wasnât what you thought it wasâ, you say, feeling your tears well up in your eyes on top of the weight.Â
The prickles are starting to form at the bottom of Sanâs heart, but heâs more focused on trying to hose you down with warm water. But heâs listening you run your mouth, not that he minded.Â
âWe didnât kissâ, you reiterate.Â
Now heâs just confused. He stares at you.Â
âWe just had sex, y/nâ, San reminds you, trying not to let the red reach his cheeks.Â
âNoâI mean Jongho and I. We didnât kissâ, you clarify.
San doesnât really know if he should believe your words or his eyes, but now heâs focused on lathering your hair and body.Â
âThat wasnât what I sawâ, he replies, avoiding eye contact.Â
âThatâs cause we did this-â you huff, turning his head to face you, imitating the way Jongho had slid his thumb between your lips and his, demonstrating San the fake kiss.Â
San only stares at you wordlessly when you pull back, only more questions than answers.Â
âBut why would he do that for?â
âHe was trying to rile you up.â
âFor what?â
âTo see if you felt anything for me?â
âBy kissing you?â
Oh god. It felt like the more you explained, the more San was getting the wrong ideas. You let your head sit in your hands, unsure if itâs from the embarrassment or the fact that you donât even know where to start.Â
âIt wasnât a kiss, Choi Sanâ, you groaned, your hands leaving your face, suddenly self-conscious that San is staring intently at you. âAfter we, um, fucked the first time, you acted like nothing happened, and I felt like shit about it, and I told Jongho and thenâŚâ you trail off, feeling your cheeks heat up again. Itâs probably the hot water, at least thatâs what you try to convince yourself with.
âI donât kiss people Iâm not in love with, Sanâ, you sigh in defeat. Your eyes are downcast, but you feel his fingers cup your cheeks, and his lips press onto yours. You swear you could go another round again.Â
The silence hangs in the air for a while, only the sounds of the shower filling the emptiness when he pulls back.Â
âI didnât do anything since after that evening because I wanted to properly tell you after the term ended.â
âTell me what?â
âThat Iâm in love with you, too.â
You blink. Somehow that shocked you more than the both times he fucked your brains out.Â
You donât answer him because your head is just swarming with so many thoughts, and San lets you do so, satisfied that heâs finally have you quieten down so he can finish washing you up.Â
Even when heâs dressed you in his oversized hoodie, San peppers you with kisses, basking in the way you sometimes cover his face with your hands to stop him, which only rouses him to continue to attack you with his lips.
Sanâs arms are tight around you when the both of you are finally on his bed. You smell like his favourite body soap and he canât seem to get enough of itânuzzling against the crook of your neck, muttering sweet nothings. You think this is probably your favourite version of Professor Choi.Â
Your fingers twirl around his splayed-out locks, and you speak.Â
âProf Choiâ, you tease, and San looks up, and itâs the first time you actually see him poutâit almost makes you combust.Â
âI told you to stop calling me thatâ, he frowns, burying his face, feigning trying to cut off physical contact from you, which only makes you laugh in response.Â
âI just wanted to disturb youâ, you respond, trying to yank him back into your arms. âI do have a question though.â
His head pops up from his pillows and he stares at you, waiting for you to speak.Â
âWhen did you realise you had feelings for me?â
He pauses, giving himself a couple of minutes to think.Â
âThe moment I received your teaching assistant application.â
đ Bonus Epilogue đ
âProf Choi!â One of his teaching assistants calls out to him.Â
He turns his head and attention to her, pushing up his glasses.Â
âYes?âÂ
âI need help with this part of the assignment. Could you help me check that Iâve marked it correctly?â
San nods, taking the papers from her.Â
As he scans through her work, the teaching assistantâs eyes glance down at the band hugging his ring finger.Â
âProf, youâre married?â
San pauses his writing to glance at the glistening gold on his finger, and a small smile spreads across his cheeks.Â
âYou know, I used to wear a ring on my ring finger so students would stop asking me if I was married or not.â
She raises her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued. âSo youâre not?â
âI am.â
Her eyes brighten, invested in her handsome professorâs love story.Â
âTell me more thenâ, she asks.Â
San scoffs playfully, turning his gaze to her.Â
âAll I can tell you is that sheâs always been my favourite.â
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woo, my baby's got me all mixed up!
feat: logan howlett & wade wilson
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, swearing, a bastard doomed polycule, more of 'why have just one bf when you can two bf's and why have just two bf's when you can have two bf's that are also each otherâs bf's???', p in v, double penetration, one (1) single use of daddy, creampie(s), fingering...kind of (fem!receiving), oral sex, face sitting, face fucking, straight up nasty porn w/ zero plot, no use of y/n.
natâs note: this is a shorter one-shot but i can't not format it like a full fic i have to or i'll get hives. this is also just pure freak nasty gross actually probably the filthiest thing i've ever written that i thought up off too much nyquil pm last night. kisses!
wade gets to whiskinâ (and logan's there too)âŚ
"You're killing me babe," Wade groans lowly, cheek pressed to the slick skin of your inner thigh. "If my balls didn't feel like they just got the shit beat out of them in a back alley I'd be as hard as David Hasselhoff watching David Hasselhoff movies."
His hand is at work between your thighs, thick index finger slipped into your sensitive, puffy pussy.
It should gross you out that he loves doing this so much. It should make your stomach twist with all the unpleasant feelings a normal person might get.
It should, but it doesn't.
The familiar stretch is lost from taking Logan and Wade at the same time, a rare thing in your sex life because of how big they both are. But you were in a mood tonight.
Your pussy still clenches around him, trying in vain to tighten up, not used to feeling so empty.
The subtle pressure of Wadeâs finger toes the line between pleasure and the sharp burn of 'almost too much' as it swirls along the sensitive walls of your pussy.
The first time he did it you were too fucked out of your mind to do anything other than ask what the hell he was doing.
"Gotta mix it up babe," was his reply, as easy as anything. "Don't want the baby batter to curdle, if you know what I mean."
Your heart stopped, flames lapping their way up your body as Wade scooped the thin line of come trickling from your abused hole to fuck it back in, back where it belonged.
It was so filthy, so depraved that it made you go liquid between your legs.
Your eyes almost immediately slid over to Logan, ready to see him shaking his head in irritation like he usually did whenever Wade ran his mouth in bed. You found nothing, no deep grimace or raised brow in sight.
There was an unmistakable heat in his gaze that matched your own, the inky black of his pupils blown so wide you could hardly see the hazel of his irises.
The casual raise of his right shoulder when he met your eye was undermined by the way his cock started to harden where it laid against his thigh, effectively tattling on him.
It told you all you needed to know about how he really felt watching Wade between your spread legs. That alone was enough to get you ready to go all over again.
It sort of became a thing after that.
"I'm not even doing anything..." you mumble breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't have to baby," Logan purrs from behind you, lips pressed to the top of your head. His hand skimming down the side of your body is enough to make goosebumps pebble along your skin, "Look perfect just like this."
It's been hours now, but they're still going. You're convinced that the two of them are the world's biggest horndogs, just once is never enough.
You lost track of tonight's rounds sometime after number five, not counting mouth and hand stuff of course. And it's starting to catch up to you, youâre tired, spent.
Wade curls his finger just right, brushing against the spot inside you that has a broken whine passing through your grit teeth. Your thighs start to tremble as a smug grin spreads across his face.
"Yeah, there it is," he teases, his voice low. He keeps the tip of his finger snug against that spot, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive nerves. "That's that spot ain't it, gorgeous."
"Wade," you mewl, hands fisting the sheets as you fight to keep still. You're worried too much squirming will make their come start dripping out around Wade's wrist, and you can't have that.
Thereâs a sudden silence to your right, the heaviness of it pulling at your attention. You shift slightly, catching the faintest rustle of movement from Logan.
His breath is warm against the crown of your skill, his strong chest still plastered to your backâbut he's too quiet, too still. You tilt your head just enough to peek at him out of the corner of your eye, and the sight alone is almost enough to make you come on the spot.
Logan is leaning against the headboard lazily, arm that isn't circled around your waist snaking down his own with the hard length of his cock in his hand.
Your mouth waters at the sight of him, red and leaking pre-come all over his knuckles each time he twists his fist over the thick head. Your hips grind down unconsciously, a needy moan falling from your parted lips. The wet sound of it has your cheeks burning, eyes fixed on the way his heavy balls bounce with each rough tug, still so full.
"Fuck, that's it," Wade murmurs, slipping a second finger inside you while he presses a shit-eating grin to the soft skin of your lower stomach. "You like it when daddy jerks off while I'm knuckle deep in you?"
"Watch it," Logan mutters warningly, tone gone low and dark as spilled ink. His hand doesn't slow, the loose grip of his fist slipping up and down his dripping cock in time with the slick squelch of your pussy.
Your hips buck up against Wadeâs hand, a loud whine tearing from your chest at the dirtiness of this whole thing. The familiar heat starts to stir in your belly, your pussy drooling more mess over his wrist the longer he plays with you.
Wade barely muffles his chuckle against your hip, dropping a quick kiss there before pulling his soaked fingers from your velvety warmth. You whine at the loss, but he doesnât pay it any mind.
Youâll both get what you want soon enough.
"Alright, we should all know the drill by now people," he announces to you and Logan with a loud clap, pulling away from between your thighs to roll flat onto his back.
âTime to hop on the saddle, John Wayne,â he finishes, giving your ass a loving tap.
Logan snorts into your hair, dropping his cock to grab your hips and gently manhandle you until youâre situated directly over Wadeâs face while Logan kneels in front of you. The jut of his cock bobbing inches away from your mouth.
Wadeâs greedy fingers pry your swollen lips apart to watch the way his and Loganâs come starts to seep out from you, falling to drip onto his bare chest. He blows over the wet length of you, the cool air from his mouth has your hips twitching down in search of any friction you can get.
âNot so fast,â he scolds lightly, grinding his knuckle against the wet seam of you. Your nails dig crescent moons into his scarred shoulders, threatening to break the skin.
âYouâve gotta savor this moment, hot stuff,â he says slowly, leaning up to press a kiss directly over your throbbing clit. âYou got the best seat in the house, donât take it for grantedââ
"Enough," Logan grunts, heavy hands falling on your shoulders to push you down on Wade's face, fully closing the gap. "Quit runnin' your damn mouth and make our girl feel good, red."
Wade's hands tighten their hold on your thighs, his hips bucking up off the mattress like he can't help it. His surprised moan rumbles against your clit, loud and shameless.
You cry out at the first drag of his tongue over your aching pussy, hot and wet as it slides through your dripping slit. You pitch forward, too caught up in pleasure to think clearly as you take Loganâs cock into your mouth. You take him all the way down to the root in one swift move, burying your nose in the dark hair surrounding the base.Â
"Fuck," Logan bites out, eyes twisting shut as he feels your warm throat enveloping him. He takes your hair in his fist gently, just holding it as you swallow around him.Â
Your hands move to rest on his thick thighs, nails scratching over the hair scattered along his skin. His breath shutters in his chest, his hips rolling forward ever so slightly, chasing the tight heat of your mouth.
The mix of your tongue tracing along the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock and the low, wet sounds of Wade devouring you has him pulsing in your mouth.
Your thighs shake on either side of Wade's head, the steady grip of his hands the only thing that keeps you from collapsing into a boneless heap on the mattress.
Your hips twitch the tiniest bit, rocking forward enough to grind your clit over the slope of his nose. He groans under you, squeezing the meat of your thighs in encouragement as he swirls his tongue through the mess dripping from your hole.
âThatâs a good girl,â Logan praises gruffly, his hips speeding up. âShut him up, baby. Make him fuckinâ eat it.â
You squeeze your eyes shut, dragging your pussy along Wadeâs mouth faster. You moan desperately around your mouthful, brain going hazy around the edges.
The frantic pace you set only makes their come leak from you faster, dripping down Wadeâs face faster than he can keep up, and there's just so much.
A steady, thick stream of it that feels almost never ending thanks to Logan coming like he busted a pipe and absolutely flooding your insides every single time.
Wade doesnât seem deterred in the slightest though, swirling his tongue along you with a new sense of urgency. His hands grip your hips tighter, his blunt nails digging into your skin deliciously as he slurps and sucks with unbridled enthusiasm, chasing every drop of come.
Heâs sloppy with it, come sliding down his cheeks and chin in thin rivers of white.
Loganâs rough breath hitches above you, his fingers tightening in your hair as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks just the way he likes. His growl sends a thrill down your spine.
"C'mon, Wilson," Logan grunts, his hips speeding up. When you peer up at him, you can see the goading smile that just barely tugs the corner of his mouth up.
âSpitters are quitters, you know that."
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The problem is the main things what theyâre asking for is impossible for 99% of people, if we take off for a week from our job we lose that job. If we walk out for a week from university (since emailing and asking for notes to catch up undermines the whole point) we miss critical info fail the module and fuck up our degree. sure the side stuff is more acessable but when the main strike idea canât be put into action your going to have all the momentum and impact of a dead slug, thatâs why people are having difficulties.
hi anon. I understand that, and I empathise with the people who want to be doing more but can't, because capitalist society is built to punish us whenever we attempt to fight for a better life. But, again, you're approaching this in an unnecessarily defeatist way. The strike period hasn't even started for the northern hemisphere, and you're comparing the impact of the more 'accessible' strike actions to a dead slug.
I think if you approach resistant action with the idea that only massive gestures are worth anything, you're not going to get anywhere. You can make a difference by volunteering more this week, donating more to Palestinian escape funds and aid organisations, you can buy e-sims and connect human beings during the worst period of their life. It might not mean much to you, but donating the money that gets a Palestinian family food for the day, that helps them be able to text their families overseas - small actions can and do mean the world. One day I went fuck it, and kicked up a huge fuss on twitter because Gofundme refused to transfer a Palestinian man his funds. And, because of that small action on my part, he's going to get his money, even if it's weeks late.
And, just. One more time for good measure. This strike is being called by Bisan, a Palestinian journalist in Gaza who could quite literally be killed at any second. I know you mean well, but genuinely - what alternative does she have at this moment? It's nearing the end of the fourth month of genocide in Gaza. Palestinians have spent almost one third of a year being ruthlessly murdered with practically zero effective international pushback. If they're holding onto hope that action like this can make a difference, I'm not going to be pedantic and miserly about it.
#do what you can.#seriously. do what you can.#make a concerted effort this week to do more.#even if you cant sacrifice your work or education compensate in other areas#free palestine#palestine#free gaza#free westbank
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matt sturniolo x fem!reader x fem!friend
summary: y/n has spent the day and night drinking at the beach with her best friends jasmine and matt. after getting back to matt's, heavily intoxicated and freezing, she is desperate to get warm. who would have thought that desperation would lead her down the path it did.
warnings: SMUT; threesome (f/f/m); oral (f/m receiving); established friendship; face sitting; facials; dirty talk; unprotected sex; talk of alcohol consumption; 18+
notes: holy fuck i FINALLY finished this. i know i told you guys this would be out friday night...and i know that it's now sunday...but i let the weekend get away from me (oopsie). i also have absolutely ZERO experience with threesomes (both writing them AND participating in them lol) so i needed some time to make sure i did my research. as usual i still don't feel super confident in my writing of this one, but regardless i hope everyone enjoys!!!
disclaimer: i would feel icky if i posted a f/f/m threesome fic without making it clear that i am absolutely not trying to minimize wlw experiences (ESPECIALLY during pride month!!!) by adding a man to the mix. as a bi woman myself, i understand how common it is for straight men to fantasize about having sex with two women while simultaneously disregarding the significance of their sexuality. my intentions when writing this fic were not to promote this mindset in any way, it was simply because i love men and women. i would also like to make it clear that my two female characters, though not confirmed in the writing, are bisexual and not simply participating in the threesome to appease the male character. okay that's all, lots of love <33333
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âOh my god I am so fucking cold!â You exclaimed through chattering teeth as you walked through Mattâs front door. âMe too, holy shit.â Replied your friend, Jasmine, as she began climbing the stairs leading to the main floor of the house. From behind you, you heard Matt chuckle before locking the front door behind you three. âI told you both that you shouldnât have left your change of clothes here if you were planning on staying at the beach past sunset.â He said as you and Jasmine scampered into his room where you had left your overnight bags.
You, Jasmine, and Matt had spent the entire day â and much of the night â drinking at the beach with a big group of your mutual friends. The three of you had met at a party a few months ago, and had all bonded over your shared appreciation for being highly anti-social in large groups. Because of this, the three of you had created your own little sub-group within your circle of mutual friends, hence why you all had ended up leaving the beach before anyone else had â including Nick and Chris.
You and Jasmine hurried into Mattâs room, shivering with wet hair and not much clothing on besides bikinis, wondering why the copious amount of liquor that you both drank hadnât kept you warm. Without wasting any time, you began stripping your damp articles of clothing off to replace them with the hoodie and sweatpants you had left in Mattâs room.
As you lifted your bikini top over your face, Jasmine dissolved into a fit of laughter. âMatt, no! Donât look!â She said through her giggles, covering her own face with her hands but peering sneakily through her fingers. Her attempt at preserving your modesty was unfortunately too late, as Matt was already standing at his closet, gazing at your chest as you continued to strip. Too drunk and concerned with the idea of getting into warm clothes, you truly didnât care if you were stripping in front of your two best friends.
Just as you pulled your oversized hoodie over your head, Jasmineâs muffled voice filled your ears. âWait a minute.â She said, walking over to you with an expression on her face that you couldnât quite read. âYou have your nipples pierced?â Her words came out slurred, and you feigned a smile as you nodded. âYeah, Iâve had them done since I was eighteen.â You replied shyly. Curiosity flashed across her face as she began toying with the hem of your hoodie. âCan I see them again?â She asked with a slight smirk that you returned with your own before placing your hands on top of hers to help her lift your sweater.
Immediately, her eyes drifted to your tits, and you watched as they flickered rapidly from one to the other. âTheyâre so pretty, Y/n.â She said breathily, and you giggled nervously in response. The two of you were so transfixed in your own world â Jasmine still captivated by your tits and you immersed in her beautiful facial features â that you both nearly forgot that Matt was standing just a few feet away; watching the entire interaction in shock.
His feet were planted to the floor, and his body felt like a cement statue as he could do nothing but stare at his two best friends in their intimate moment. Even though part of him felt like he shouldnât be watching you two, his eyes were glued to your places a few feet in front of him, and no matter how hard he tried he couldnât pry them away. So he continued to watch as Jasmine moved her hands from the hem of your sweater to your ribcage, before eventually using her thumbs to lightly brush against the metal bars on your nipples. He felt the front of his pants tighten when your eyes fluttered closed from the sensation, and finally his jaw dropped when Jasmine brought her lips up to meet yours.
Your breath hitched from the shock of feeling your friendâs mouth on yours, but the shock quickly dissolved into lust as she continued to swirl her thumbs across your sensitive nipples. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you began deepening the kiss as a way to assure her that what she was doing was okay, and you felt a soft hum leave her lips in acknowledgment. As your tongues fought for dominance in one anotherâs mouths, you relished in the distinct taste of peppermint in her delicate mouth.
Both of your hands began frantically travelling across each otherâs bodies as you both grew needier, and the two of you began hurriedly stumbling towards Mattâs bed in the middle of the room. Jasmine laid you down on the soft mattress â your head on the very edge of the bed â and immediately straddled you, never breaking the kiss. Your hands moved to her own bikini-clad chest, where you effortlessly lifted the material to free her tits before immediately grabbing one in each of your hands.
Matt continued to watch the two girls play with each other, his mind scrambled by what was happening in front of his very eyes. His cock throbbed inside his jeans, and he was desperate to get some relief. He palmed himself lightly above his clothing, but as the girls began grinding against each other in his bed, he knew that he was going to need more alleviation than that.
Just then, Jasmine detached her lips from your neck and dragged her eyes from you to the space behind your head. Following her lead, you turned your head to the side and immediately cast your gaze on Matt. Even from a few feet away, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. If his flushed cheeks and wild eyes werenât enough to let you know how he felt about the scene in front of him, the sizeable bulge in the front of his jeans confirmed it.
âYou okay with this Matty?â Jasmineâs tone was light and mischievous, but you felt your own heart flutter at the reminder that Matt was able to see all of you in this way. He shifted his pants slightly but nodded eagerly, enjoying the view but clearly growing antsy from just watching. You smiled at him once his travelling eyes moved from your half naked body to your eyes, and you felt a wave of confidence overtake you. âYou coming?â You asked, and watched as his eyes widened slightly. Above you, Jasmine giggled seductively before reaching her arm in his direction; encouraging him. Even though he had seemed shocked, he didnât hesitate for long before walking over to the two of you on the bed.
Matt positioned himself in a sitting position at the edge of the bed only inches from where the two of you were laying. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you hooked a finger in his shirt collar and pulled him down towards you. Immediately, he attached his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as Jasmineâs mouth began moving across your body. Everything about Mattâs body language and actions told you that he was starving for more, and you didnât hesitate to gently palm him through his jeans.
After leaving sloppy kisses along your stomach, Jasmine crawled back up to your face, at which time Matt detached his mouth from you and began kissing her. From your lower angle, you watched in awe as your two best friendsâ tongues danced together in unison, and hummed in contentment when Matt began playing with your sensitive nipples. Growing impatient as your friends continued to kiss one another, you leaned up and joined the kiss. Sloppily, the three of you desperately moved your lips between each others; tongues swirling and teeth biting bottom lips.
Eventually, Jasmine began descending your body once again; her mouth leaving sloppy kisses down your neck and stomach before pausing above your throbbing heat. At the same time, Matt stood up at the edge of the bed and began removing his own clothes. âIs this okay?â Jasmine asked as she began toying with your bikini bottoms; that cheeky glint still present in her eyes. You couldnât help but nod, your body was on fire from the heat of the situation you found yourself in the middle of. As Jasmine began removing your bottoms, you felt Matt gently grab you under your arms and pull you closer to the edge of the bed. With your head now dangling off the side of the mattress, your view was of Matt staring down at you, stroking his hard cock.
Suddenly, your focus was pulled from the beautiful sight in front of you by Jasmineâs warm mouth against your reactive clit. A moan was pulled from your lips as she began swirling her tongue against your nerves, and you felt pleasure beyond anything you had ever felt before. Jasmine continued to use her talented mouth to fuck you as Matt gazed down at the two of you deep in your own world of pleasure. His view was mind blowing, and he lost all sight of control when your mouth released its loud cries of pleasure. As your mouth opened in ecstasy, he took the opportunity to gently grab onto either side of your face and slide his throbbing dick into your mouth.
Your eyes blew open in shock, but one look at Mattâs glazed over expression of relief was enough to amplify your own sense of arousal. Just as Jasmine slid two slender fingers into your core, Matt began thrusting his member into you. He started off slow and shallow â testing the waters to ensure that you were comfortable â but as your moans of pleasure vibrated his cock he began driving it faster down your throat. Overwhelmed with the unfamiliar sensation of pleasuring one person while also being pleasured by another, you began to lose control of yourself and grabbed onto Jasmineâs long hair in a desperate attempt at feeling grounded. It didnât take long for Jasmineâs work to bring you close to an orgasm, and your eyes filled with tears as your pleasure began to overtake you. âF-fuck.â You mumbled around Mattâs dick as Jasmineâs fingers began pumping faster in and out of you.
The build up of your orgasm was so staggering that you were having a hard time letting go, especially with two sets of eyes on your writhing body. Jasmine detached her mouth from your clit but kept pumping her fingers into you as she leaned up close to your face. She smirked down at you and watched closely as your throat filled with Mattâs cock over and over. âYou gonna cum baby?â She asked, her fingers never losing rhythm inside of you as you sent her pleading eyes. If you could speak, you would have begged her to not stop, but all you could do was release a gurgled moan. Just then, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm tore through you like a freight train. Your mouth went slack around Mattâs cock and your back arched off the bed as Jasmineâs fingers continued to fuck you through your orgasm; even after you felt the relief from squirting all over them.
âHoly fuck.â You heard Mattâs gravelly voice through your clouded thoughts as your orgasm began to subside. His hips stilled â he was on the verge of finishing himself â and his grip on the sides of your face tightened as he attempted to regain his composure. With gasping breaths, you managed to calm your racing heart. âHmm, you taste so good Y/n. Kiss me Matty, and see for yourself.â Jasmineâs voice was breathy and seductive, and without hesitation Matt leaned above you to kiss her deeply; moaning from the taste that your arousal had left behind on her tongue.
Just the thought of your juices being shared between your two best friends stirred up a new wave of arousal within you, and you pressed your thighs together to gain some sort of relief. However, it wasnât long before Matt and Jasmine broke their kiss and peered down at you, Matt brushing a gentle thumb across your bottom lip. âYou ready to get used some more, Y/n?â Asked Jasmine, and you didnât hesitate before nodding your head eagerly.
Immediately, Jasmine grabbed your legs and encouraged you to spin around on the bed so that instead of your head dangling off the side, it was your legs. Matt grabbed onto both of your knees and guided them open before staring intently at your glistening core. âYour mouth was so good, canât wait to feel your pussy around me.â His dirty words went right to your heat, and Jasmine furthered your anticipation with her own string of filth. âMmm. Your mouth clearly knows how to make a cock feel good, letâs see if it knows its way around a cunt.â She gazed down at your puffy lips as she began removing her string bikini bottoms, and you whimpered softly when Matt slid his veiny cock tauntingly along your folds.
Jasmine lifted her leg and straddled your face, making you lose your sense of clear vision as her core hovered above your trembling mouth. So close you could reach it with your tongue if you tried, you took a moment to admire her. Bright pink and dripping from her own arousal, it took everything out of you to not grab her by her hips and hold her against your mouth. You were pulled from her trance suddenly by Matt driving himself into you. Your walls seized around him and you gasped at the feeling of his size stretching you out; your mouth turning into an âOâ shape. Seeing her opportunity, it was at this moment that Jasmine finally dropped her heat onto your face. Wasting no time, you immediately began devouring her folds; admiring her sweetness and relishing in the erotic noises that were slipping from her mouth all from you.
With Matt pounding into you, you were having a hard time focusing on what you were doing with your mouth as all you wanted to do was cry out in pleasure. Too pussy drunk to give into that temptation, you wrapped your arms around her smooth thighs and held her firmly against your swirling tongue. âOh my fucking god, Y/n. S-so good.â Her words were choppy but she managed to get them all out before slowly grinding her hips against your face. You were feeling used in the best way possible, knowing that two people attached to different parts of you were able to feel so good. âOh yeah, youâre so wet for me.â Matt cooed as he grabbed both of your legs and hooked them around his waist. You heard a half-hearted laugh from above you. âPretty sure I got her started, Matt.â Jasmine taunted, and you suddenly felt her shift on your face; leaning towards your core while simultaneously moaning. âOh yeah baby, thatâs all for me, isnât it.â
You moaned against her pussy when you felt her place a finger on your sensitive clit; and then nearly lost all control when she began rubbing it in tempo with Mattâs driving hips. Already overstimulated, you knew it wouldnât be long before you came again; especially with Jasmineâs sweet juices dripping down your chin. âMmm, gonna cum soon.â Jasmine cried out suddenly, her previously alluring tone turning into one more high-pitched and desperate. âF-fuck, me too.â Matt groaned out, his movements growing quicker and choppier. Feeling your own orgasm building up, just thinking about the pleasure that your other two friends were feeling caused the tidal wave to crash down once again.
You couldnât stifle the throaty moans from escaping your lips and travelling directly to Jasmineâs now pulsating core as you both reached your powerful orgasms. You felt her legs shake on either side of your foggy head just as your own shook around Mattâs waist. Your nails dug into the soft skin on her inner thighs in the same way that hers dug into your hips. Your muffled moans used her body as a vessel to escape your mouth, as she sobbed out enough profanities for the both of you.
Mattâs orgasm wasnât far behind yours and Jasmineâs. Just as you lapped up her residual cum, Matt let out a sequence of deep grunts before pulling his throbbing cock out of you and resting it on your stomach, pumping it a few times before releasing a river of hot liquid along your abdomen. You heard Jasmine gasp at the view she had had of Mattâs euphoric moment, and you savoured the satisfying feeling of his cum gathering on your stomach. Soon after, Jasmine lifted her heat off of your face, staying on her hands and knees above you but finally giving you your sense of sight back. Chest heaving, Matt looked down at you with dazed eyes and shot you a gentle smile as your eyes adjusted to the light.
Just centimetres above you, Jasmineâs voluminous breasts hung in the air and you reached up with your tongue and licked them both, not ready for this event to be over. Jasmine didnât seem to want that either, as she released a soft moan before leaning down to your stomach and dropping small kisses along it. She then used her tongue and collected the pool of Mattâs cum in her mouth before leaning back towards your face and placing a hand on your jaw. Using her grip on your jaw to open your mouth, she leaned down until your lips were nearly touching before spitting Mattâs collected seed into your mouth. âHoly fuck.â You heard Matt whisper under his breath, clearly taken aback by the sight of his cum being shared between his two friends.
You swallow his cum before smiling flirtatiously at him. âYou got another round in you?â You asked him as Jasmine climbed off of you completely and you propped yourself up on your elbows to take a look at his still-hard member. Without saying anything, Matt simply smirked and climbed onto the bed before attaching his lips to yours once again. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him; deepening the kiss â the taste of all three of you travelling between your tongues â as he spun you around so that he was laying at the head of the bed with you hovering on top of him.
Still kissing you, he released a quick moan as Jasmine began bobbing her head up and down his shaft. He gripped your ass tightly with one hand and a clump of her hair with the other as his pleasure began to increase, and finally he groaned against your mouth before pulling your lips away from him. Confused, you were able to take only a quick glance at his fucked out face before he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you up towards his face. Keeping your trembling figure hovered above his puffy lips, he then grabbed Jasmine and encouraged her to straddle his hips. Once the two of you were both in the correct position, he wrapped one hand around your thigh and another around Jasmineâs waist and pushed you both down onto two separate parts of his body.
Before you had even settled onto his face, his tongue began working magic around your clit. Your head rolled back and you caught a glimpse of Jasmine riding his dick behind you. Gripping onto the headboard of the bed for support, you couldnât help but release incessant moans as Mattâs mouth worked your overstimulated cunt. âS-so good Matty.â You cried out and Jasmine hummed in agreement. Looking in between your legs, you were met with the breathtaking view of Mattâs cold blue eyes glued to you as he buried himself in your heat. The two of you maintained blurry eye contact for a long time, Jasmine filling in the silence with enough dirty phrases for the three of you combined.
âOh god,â Her voice was trembling, âYour cock is so big Matty. And Y/n, youâre giving me the best view right now, grinding your pretty cunt against Matt like that. S-so hot.â At her words, Matt gripped your ass with both hands and held you in place before drilling his tongue against your clit at an ungodly pace. âO-oh god, gonna cum again.â You practically screamed out as your body became once again overtaken by that fluttering sensation. âM-me t-too.â Jasmineâs voice came out much less confident than it had been just moments before, and before long your synchronized moans filled the room as you were both riding out yet another mind-bending orgasm all over Matt.
Feeling more than dazed from your third orgasm of the night, you hissed and lifted your core off of Mattâs face when he continued to swirl his tongue through your swollen folds. âM-matt please no, canât take anymore.â You pleaded with him between your legs. Matt fake-pouted up at you as Jasmine continued bouncing on his cock. âPlease sweetheart, just want one more taste.â He wined out, causing you to sigh before slowly beginning to drop your pelvis back onto his face. Just as his tongue barely grazed your dripping core, the unmistakable sound of a door creaking open filled the room.
âAre yaâll sl â oh fuck! Sorry, fuck!â
All three of you froze all movements and spun your heads to the door, catching a glimpse of Chrisâ panicked face just before he hurriedly shut the bedroom door. âUh oh.â You whispered, your hips now back to hovering above Mattâs mouth; hanging open in shock. Jasmine suddenly broke out into a fit of hysterical laughter so contagious that you and Matt both had no choice but to join in. âOkay well, I guess that killed it.â She said behind you through her laughter before beginning to climb off of Mattâs hips. âNo.â Matt grabbed her wrist and your thigh, his tone so void of all laughter that the two of you had no choice but to snap your eyes onto him. âWeâre not done yet. Both of you, get on your knees.â His voice was so commanding, you turned your head to look at Jasmine in surprise, only to find a sly smirk covering her flushed face.
The both of you followed his orders and climbed from your respective places on top of his body and onto the floor; side by side. Once he was able to, Matt also pulled his naked body off of the bed and stood on his feet in front of you both. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, all memory of the embarrassment you felt from Chris walking in was replaced by a new wave of arousal. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, and he slapped his cock against it a few times before finally leaving it there; granting you non-verbal permission to begin playing with the tip.
As you swirled your tongue around the ridges of his head, Jasmine began kissing and licking along his shaft. Keeping your eyes on him the entire time, you watched in awe at his heaving chest and pouty lips. Once Jasmineâs mouth moved down to his balls where she began sucking them, you brought your lips all the way down his shaft; taking all of him in your mouth before bobbing your head up and down fervently. Caught up in the new sensation of two warm mouths toying with his manhood, Mattâs hands immediately reached for both of your heads, where he grabbed fistfuls of hair and held on tightly.
Small grunts left his lips as both you and Jasmine worked together to make him feel good, and you allowed his hand to push your head down as far as it could go before gargling on every inch of his member; vibrations of your own moans working his cock even more. Eventually, his grip on your hair loosened and you removed your lips from his dick to catch your breath. Without hesitating, Jasmine took over for you and you watched her full lips swallow Mattâs thick cock with ease before you began fondling his balls under her chin.
You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, clearly approaching his orgasm. Jasmine pulled her head back, letting Mattâs cock fall from her mouth with a pop before both of you began running your tongues teasingly along either side of his length. Tongues swirling, the two of you faced each other. When your performing mouths both reached his tip, you brought your lips to hers and you both began kissing deeply. You moaned from the feeling of her soft lips as her tongue entered your mouth, and Matt began pumping his own dick as he watched the two of you impassioned with one another just below him.
âShiiit,â Matt hissed, causing both of you to pull apart and look up at his trembling frame. âOpen your mouths.â He commanded, and you two obliged with seductive smiles planted on your faces. Mattâs eyes glazed over and, with a quick shiver and a husky moan, vigorously pumped his twitching cock as his second orgasm engulfed him. You hummed in satisfaction as you felt your tongue get painted with his cum, and eagerly lapped it up before it had a chance to drip down your chin.
His pumping hand slowed its movements as he milked his dick dry, and his fiery gaze turned into one far more lethargic and relaxed as he took in your matching blissed out faces coated in his own seed. Catching your breath, you turned to look at Jasmine and her face was just as euphoric and lacquered in cum as yours, and you collected a drop that had landed on her eyebrow on your thumb before licking it off.
After what could have been hours of silent, uncertain glances between the three of you, the sullenness was broken by simultaneous laughter. Starting off as nervous giggling, it quickly transformed into full-body unrestrained howling as you fell onto your back, Jasmine clutched her stomach, and Matt leaned forward and braced himself on his knees. âHow the actual fuck did that just happen?â Matt finally managed to ask through tears of laughter. âOh my god, thereâs no way we all just had a threesome!â You exclaimed as you tried to pull your body off of the floor; only just now realizing what had just transpired over the past forty five minutes.
âIâm just shocked weâve all never done that before.â Added Jasmine, finally getting control over her laughter. You and Matt found each otherâs eyes, shocked at Jasmineâs words, and broke into yet another fit of hysterics.
âOkay, okay. I need a shower right now.â You stated, finally getting to your feet. âJesus, so do I. Every square inch of me is sticky.â Your face scrunched in mild disgust from Jasmineâs notorious lack of filter, but you couldnât exactly disagree. âRound two in the shower?â You joked, and watched as both of your friends giggled once again. âDefinitely not, I think my dick would fall off.â Chuckled Matt as he found a pair of boxers and began putting them on. âYou two go, try not to do any weird shit, and Iâll go get some water for us.â You sighed dramatically, pretending to be truly gutted that he wouldnât join, but truthfully you were grateful considering how raw your insides were feeling. âFine, but youâll be missing out Matty.â Replied Jasmine, adding onto your pretend narrative by jokingly biting her bottom lip as the two of you hurriedly walked through his bedroom door and into the washroom.
As soon as he heard the shower turn on, Matt threw on some sweats and headed into the kitchen to grab some drinks and snacks. Once he turned the corner from the hallway to the main living area, he stopped in his tracks when he saw Chris sitting on the couch; staring at him with a cheeky smile. Knowing that there was nothing he could say to deflate the situation, Matt chose to ignore him and continued over to the fridge to grab some sodas; however he had to fight the small smirk that he felt travelling to his lips.
Unable to stand the silence, Chris spoke up. âDude.â He began as Matt hid his face in the fridge. âHow the hell did you manage to get yourself in that situation?â Matt moved from the fridge to the pantry where he hunted for something to eat, once again unable to contain a chuckle from how mind blowing the scenario had been. âHonestly, Iâm not even sure.â He replied, making Chris laugh. âBut like how did you initiate it? Like did you just ask them if they wanted to fuck or what? I mean I knew you were drunk when you left the beach earlier, but thereâs no way you were drunk enough to be that confident.â He pried, extremely curious as to how his typically reserved brother would have the balls to fuck his two best friends at the same time. âI didnât initiate it.â Matt replied truthfully as he pulled a bag of chips out of the pantry. âThey both sorta just went for it.â At this, Chrisâ mouth dropped. âHoly shit, thatâs mad hot.â He said before getting up from the couch and walking closer to where his brother was standing.
âYou wanna give me some details?â Chris asked, blue eyes twinkling with interest, but Mattâs immediate look of disgust was enough to let him know that he wasnât going to get much out of him. âOkay okay fine, but can you at least tell me which one was better?â Annoyed, Matt rolled his eyes at his brother as he popped a handful of chips into his mouth and began heading back in the direction of his room. âChris, you know my friends are off limits for you. Youâre not about to collect this information to try to slide in.â At this, Chris groaned. âThatâs not what Iâm doing, kid. Iâm just curious if one was better than the other. Please just give me that, then I swear Iâll never bring it up again.â
Matt couldnât keep up his nonchalant image anymore, knowing that he had done something that his brother was so shocked by. Before now, Chris had never acted so outwardly impressed by Mattâs sexual endeavours, because truthfully, he had never before done anything even close to being as crazy as what he had done tonight. Fucking his two best friends at the same time was something that he had occasionally fantasized about, but never ever considered actually doing. But now that it had actually happened, and that it had been so good, he could feel his ego inflate by the minute. He finally let a prideful smile take over his face as he reached his bedroom door before turning back around to regard his dumbfounded brother. With his hand on the doorknob and a satisfied glint in his eyes, Matt finally responded with a tranquil sigh. âTheyâre both fucking good.â
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LAST DECEMBER MORNING â SATORU GOJO
pairing â satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader
summary â on a frost-bitten december morning, you watch satoru gojo prepare for his fated battle with sukuna with infuriating calm, like he isn't planning to sacrifice himself for the greater good. you've spent years being his secret, clearing battlefields for him and stealing kisses between missions, but now you're faced with the most brutal truth. that sometimes the cruelest curse isn't the one that kills you â it's loving someone who belongs to the world before they belong to you.
word count â 5.4 k
warnings â heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of blood and violence, implied death, unhealthy relationship, sad ending
author's note â this has been rotting in my drafts since the final jjk chapter dropped, and i finally dragged it out into the light bc i'm procrastinating uni. fair warning, this is pure angst with zero comfort, just two people breaking each other's hearts because sometimes love isn't enough. anywayys, happy reading <3
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Winter had never felt so much like an ending.
You watched frost creep across the windows of your shared apartment, each crystalline pattern forming like cracks in glass, spreading slowly but inevitably.
Outside, the world lay hushed under winter's blanket, everything soft and serene. Birds traced lazy patterns against a sky so blue it hurt to look at, and fresh snow made everything clean and new.
It was the kind of morning that belonged in fairy tales, the kind poets write about when they want to capture peace in words. Strange, how you'd never imagined death would choose such a beautiful day.
You watched Satoru move through his routine, each gesture precise and unhurried. White hair caught the pale sunlight as he smoothed it back, his reflection in the mirror handsome as ever before he adjusted his clothes, and put on his blindfold.
You'd watched him prepare for countless missions before, but this felt different. This felt final.
The normality of it all was almost cruel â how he could stand there, getting ready like this was just another day, just another fight. Like the sun wasn't rising on what could be your last morning together.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily forward, each second falling like a stone into still water. Time felt strange, both rushing too fast and moving too slow. You wanted to grab the clock's hands, force them to stop, to give you just a few more moments in this morning that felt like borrowed time.
"You're staring," he said without turning around, a slight smile playing at his lips.
"Can you blame me?" You were curled up in the window seat, tea growing cold in your hands. "It's not every day yourâ whatever we are goes to fight the King of Curses."
He turned then, and even through the blindfold, you could feel the weight of his gaze. "Whatever we are?" There was amusement in his tone. "After all this time, you still don't know what we are?"
"Well, we're not exactly big on labels," you pointed out, trying to keep your voice light despite the heaviness in your chest. "Secret relationship and all that."
"Ah, but that's what makes it fun, isn't it?" He crossed the room to where you sat, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "The sneaking around, the secret meetingsâ"
"Satoru." You caught his hand. "How are you so calm about this?"
He tilted his head, considering. "Would you prefer if I was panicking?"
"I'd prefer if you showed any emotion at all about the fact that you're about to fight Sukuna." You stood up, setting your tea aside. "You've been acting like this is just another day, just another fight, but it's not. You know it's not."
"I think I've shown plenty of emotion," he said, pulling you closer with a playful smile. "Just last night, if I recallâ"
"Don't." You pressed a hand against his chest, keeping him at arm's length. "Don't deflect. Not today."
The smile faded from his face, replaced by something more serious. "What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to tell me why you're so calm. I want you to tell me why you're not worried." Your voice cracked slightly, but you pushed on. "I want you to tell me why it feels like you're saying goodbye."
He was quiet for a long moment, his thumb tracing patterns on your wrist where he still held it. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than before. "The world needs to move forward. It needs to find someone stronger."
"What are you talking about?" You pulled back slightly. "You're the strongest there is."
"Am I?" His smile was gentle, almost sad. "Or is that just what everyone needs to believe?"
"Satoruâ"
"The world has relied on me for too long," he continued. "They've made me their symbol, their savior, their stupid hero. But what happens when I'm gone? Who protects them then?"
"You're not going anywhere," you said. "You're going to win. You always win."
He cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your cheekbones. "Sometimes winning isn't about surviving. Sometimes it's about making sure what comes after is better than what came before."
"That's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm trying to tell you that whatever happens today, the world will keep turning. It will find new leaders, new protectors. Maybe even better ones."
"I don't want new protectors," you whispered. "I want you."
"Ah, but you've always had me," he said softly. "Ever since that first mission together, when you told me my head was too big to fit through doorways. Do you remember?"
You huffed. "You were showing off, making everything more complicated than it needed to be."
"I was trying to impress you."
"You're always trying to impress me."
"But it's working, right?"
You pressed closer to him, breathing in his familiar scent. "You know it is, you idiot."
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. For a moment, you both stood there in silence, listening to each other's heartbeats. The familiar rhythm brought back memories of how this all began, of the first time you'd been close enough to hear his heart race.
For loving Satoru Gojo had always been the most beautiful and dangerous thing in your world.
It started in blood, as most things in your world did. A mission gone wrong, cursed spirits thick in the air, the metallic taste of death sharp on your tongue. Youâd seen him fight beforeâwho hadnât?
But that night was different. That night, you saw him bleed.
A special-grade curse caught you both off guard. One moment, he fought three curses at once like some untouchable god, and the next, he was crashing through three buildings, blood gushing from his mouth.
Something in your chest cracked at the sight â not from the impact of being thrown back yourself, but from seeing him, the strongest sorcerer alive, look so terrifyingly human.
You remembered how his blindfold had been torn, those devastating blue eyes meeting yours across the wreckage. Blood trickled down his chin, his usually perfect hair matted with debris, and yet he smiled. That damn smile that made your heart stutter even as cursed spirits attacked you from all sides.
âTrying to steal my spotlight?â heâd joked, wiping blood from his lips as he stood. âIâm the only one allowed to look cool here.â
You wanted to strangle him. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to scream at him for making jokes when he could have died. You did none of those things. Instead, you cleared the area, giving him the perfect opening he needed to obliterate the special grade.
Later, after the dust had settled and the reports had been filed, he cornered you in the darkened hallway of Jujutsu High.
âYouâre angry,â he said, not a question but a statement.
âIâm not angry.â You were furious. âIâm just wondering how someone whoâs supposed to be the strongest can be so fucking reckless.â
He stepped closer, backing you against the wall. âWorried about me?â
âYou wish.â But your voice shook, betraying you. Because you had been worried. Terrified, actually. The image of him lying in that wreckage, blood staining his white hair red, had burned itself into your mind.
âLiar,â he whispered, and then his lips were on yours.
Everything they said about Satoru Gojo was true â he was overwhelming, all-consuming, impossible to resist. Kissing him felt like being struck by lightning, like being unmade and remade in the space between heartbeats. You broke apart, both breathing hard, and reality came crashing back.
âFuck,â you summarized eloquently.
He laughed, the sound low and rich. âThat could be arranged.â
âSatoru.â You pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his heart race under your palm. âWe canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâre you. Because Iâm me. Because there are a thousand reasons why this is a terrible idea.â
âIâm only hearing excuses.â He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. âNot actual reasons.â
And that was how it started â with blood and curses and kisses in dark hallways. With terrible ideas that felt too good to resist.
Keeping it secret was both easier and harder than you expected. Easier because everyone already knew how Satoru was â flirtatious, tactile, always pushing boundaries. No one questioned when he draped himself over your desk during meetings or appeared uninvited in your office and stayed for hours.
Harder because every moment felt like a lie of omission. Harder because you had to watch him walk into danger again and again, had to maintain professional distance when all you wanted was to grab him and never let go.
You stole moments where you could find them. Quick kisses in empty classrooms, heated encounters between missions, quiet nights in your apartment when the world thought he was somewhere else entirely.
It ate at you sometimes. Not because you wanted to announce it to the world, but because each moment felt borrowed, stolen from a future you might never have.
Every time he left for a mission, every time he faced another curse, you wondered if this would be it. If this would be the time your last memory of him would be a secret smile across a meeting room, a cryptic message that no one else understood. But then heâd come back, always with that insufferable smile, usually with some ridiculous story about how amazing heâd been.
Heâd find ways to touch you in public that looked casual â a hand at the small of your back during briefings, fingers brushing as he passed you documents, his body angled toward yours in crowded rooms like a sunflower seeking light.
And the worst part? The absolute worst part was how good he was at pretending. How easily he maintained his public persona â the untouchable, unbeatable Satoru Gojo, who flirted with everyone and meant it with no one.
Sometimes youâd catch him looking at you in meetings with the same expression he gave everyone else, and for a moment, youâd wonder if youâd imagined everything between you.
But then night would fall, and heâd show up at your door with takeout and that soft smile he saved just for you. Heâd kiss you like he was trying to apologize for every moment he had to pretend you were nothing special, like he was trying to prove that this, the two of you, was the only real thing in his world.
You never talked about the future. How could you? In your line of work, tomorrow was never guaranteed. Each mission could be your last, each kiss could be your goodbye. The closest you ever came to acknowledging it was in the desperate way heâd hold you after a close call, in the way youâd trace his features in the dark like you were trying to memorize them by touch.
Some nights, when sleep eluded you both, heâd tell you about the weight of being the strongest, about the exhaustion of being everyoneâs last hope.
Heâd whisper his fears into your skin â not of death or defeat, but of failing those who believed in him. Those were the moments when the great Satoru Gojo disappeared, leaving just Satoru, just a man who carried the world on his shoulders and made it look easy.
You lived for those moments. The quiet ones, the real ones, the ones where he wasnât the strongest sorcerer alive but just yours. Just as you were his.
You carved out your own little infinity in the spaces between battles and duties. A secret world where his laugh wasnât for show, where your touch wasnât professional, where you could just be the two of you without the weight of expectations and reputations.
But infinity, as it turned out, had limits. Even his.
Looking at him now, preparing to face Sukuna with that same causality he brought to everything, you wondered if this was how your story was always meant to end. If all those stolen moments were just preparing you for this â one last morning, one last smile, one last chance to pretend tomorrow might come.
The world needed someone stronger, he said. But you needed him. And maybe that was the cruelest curse of all â loving someone the world needed more than you did.
"Promise me something," you said then.
"Hmm?"
"Promise me you won't just give up. Promise me you'll fight to come back."
He pulled back slightly, reaching up to remove his blindfold. His striking blue eyes met yours, intense and clear.
"I promise," he said, "that everything I do today will be for a better tomorrow."
"That's not what I asked."
"It's the only promise I can make."
"Stop." Your voice turned sharp, anger finally breaking through. "Stop talking about tomorrow. Stop talking about the future and the next generation and whatever noble sacrifice you think you need to make. I don't care about any of that."
"Don't you?"
"No, I don't." You grabbed his jacket, fingers twisting in the fabric. "I don't care if the world needs someone stronger. I don't care if the next generation needs to step up. I care about you, you impossible man. I want you here, alive, with me. Is that so wrong? Am I not allowed to be selfish when it comes to you?"
"Huh." He caught your hands in his, but didn't pull them away from his jacket. "And here I thought you understood me better than anyone."
"Don't." You tried to pull away, but he held firm. "Don't you dare try to make this about understanding. I understand perfectly. But you're wrong. You don't have to do this."
His smile faltered slightly. "It's not that simple."
"It is that simple!" Your voice cracked. "You're choosing to make it complicated. You're choosing to walk away, to... to what? Make some grand statement about the future? Prove that the world can survive without the great Satoru Gojo?"
"Someone has to."
"But why does it have to be you?" The words burst out of you, raw and desperate. "Why do you have to be the one to show them? Why can't you just fight to win, to live, to come back toâ" You cut yourself off, biting back the words that wanted to follow.
"To you?" he finished softly.
"Yes," you said, dropping your forehead against his chest. "To me. Call me selfish, call me short-sighted, I don't care. I want more mornings like this. More everything. More of you, being insufferably calm and making terrible jokes and acting like the world isn't ending when we both know it might be."
He was quiet for a moment, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. When he spoke, his voice was gentler than before.
"I can't promise to come back." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But know this, every moment with you has been worth fighting for. Worth living for."
You pulled back enough to look at him, really look at him. "Then fight for more moments. Fight to make more memories. Fight to come back to me, not for some greater purpose or stupid sacrifice, but because you want to."
"And if I told you that wanting isn't enough?"
"Then I'd call you a liar." Your voice turned cold. "Because you're Satoru fucking Gojo. When has anything ever been impossible for you? When have you ever let anyone tell you what you can't do?"
ââ"This is differentâ"
"How? How is this different? Because it's Sukuna? Because it's the fate of jujutsu society? Or because you've already decided how this story ends?"
His hands tightened on you, and for a moment, just a moment, you saw something flicker behind those blue eyes â doubt, fear, longing, you couldn't tell. But then it was gone, replaced by that same calm certainty that made you want to scream.
"Because I can't protect everyoneâcan't protect you if I allow myself to believe in a tomorrow," he whispered.
The gentleness in his voice, the soft way he delivered words meant to cut, made you want to tear the world apart. It was so perfectly Satoru â to break your heart like he was doing you a favor, to wound you with a tenderness that felt more cruel than any violence could be.
"I never asked you to protect me," you said finally. "I asked you to stay. There's a difference."
"Is there?" His hand came up to cup your face, shaking ever so slightly, betraying the calm he fought so hard to maintain. "Because every time I look at you, all I can think about is how many people would use you to get to me. How many would hurt you just to prove they could touch something I care about."
"So your solution is to what? Die nobly? Make sure there's nothing left for them to use against you?"
"My solution is to make sure the world doesn't need me anymore." His thumb brushed across your cheek, catching a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "To make sure you don't need me anymore."
"That's not your choice to make. You don't get to decide what I need. You don't get to martyr yourself for some greater good and pretend it's for my protection."
"Then what would you have me do?" For the first time, there was a hint of frustration in his voice. "Ignore my responsibilities? Pretend I'm not who I am?"
"I would have you fight like you want to come back!" The words ripped from your throat. "Fight like there's someone waiting for you after. Fight like you love me as much as I love you!"
The confession rang out between you, and the moment it left your lips, you realized you'd never said it before. Through all the stolen moments, all the secret touches, all the nights you'd spent memorizing each other's bodies â you'd never actually spoken those words aloud.
You'd both danced around it, implied it in every action, every look, every unfinished sentence, but neither of you had ever dared to make it real with words.
Until now. Until you were angry enough, desperate enough, terrified enough to let it slip from your heart straight past your defenses.
"Love?" His voice was barely a whisper.
"Of course I love you, you idiot." Your voice equally quiet. "Why else would I be standing here, begging the strongest sorcerer alive to be selfish just once?â
He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, maybe a sob, his fingers tightening on you. "Don't," he whispered, and for the first time that morning, his voice was shaking. "Don't make this harder than it already is. Don't say things that make me want toâ" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "That make me want impossible things."
"Impossible? Since when does Satoru Gojo believe in impossible?"
"Since I realized being with you means putting you at risk." His thumb brushed your cheek, the gesture achingly gentle. "Since I understood that staying alive isn't the same as keeping you safe."
"I hate this." You shook your head. "I hate how calmly you can stand here and talk about sacrifice like it's inevitable. Like there's no other way."
"Would you prefer if I fell apart?" His smile turned sad. "If I raged and cried and promised things I might not be able to keep?"
"Yes," you admitted, your hands coming up to cover his where they still held your face. "Because at least then I'd know you want to stay as much as I want you to."
"Oh, my love." The endearment fell from his lips like a confession. "Wanting to stay has never been the question. The question is whether I can live with myself if I do."
"And what about whether I can live with myself if you don't?" Your voice broke. "What about whether I can forgive myself for not fighting harder to make you stay?"
"This isn't your fight."
"Like hell it isn't." You pulled back. "You think I spent months learning to clear battlefields just so you could take center stage? You think I perfected my technique to complement your infinity because I had nothing better to do?" You dug your nails into your palms, throat tight with fury. "I've been fighting alongside you since before you ever kissed me in that hallway. Before you ever decided I was worth protecting. Don't you dare tell me this isn't my fight when I've spent years making sure you had the space you needed to be great."
He was quiet for a long moment, studying you. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost reverent. "And that's exactly why I need to go. The world doesn't need more people making space for me. It needs people who'll fill that space themselves."
You recoiled like he'd slapped you, hurt burning in your chest. "Is that what you think I've been doing? Making myself smaller for you? Made space for you because I was afraid to reach higher?" You stepped closer, deadly calm now. "I made space for you because that's what you do when you love someone."
His lips twitched into a smile. "So you do understand me."
"Don't pretend those are the same thing."
He was quiet for a moment. Then, instead of answering, he pulled you into a kiss that tasted like goodbye. Like all the tomorrows you'd never have, all the moments you'd never share, all the promises neither of you could keep. You kissed him back with everything you had â all your fury and fear and love condensed into this one perfect, terrible moment.
His hands tangled in your hair like he was trying to memorize the feeling, yours gripping his jacket as if you could keep him here through sheer force of will. When you finally broke apart, hearts pounding, foreheads pressed together in the space between one heartbeat and the next.
"I'll hate you," you whispered against his lips. "If you don't come back, I'll hate you for the rest of my life."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, and for once, his smile held an edge of something raw, something that looked almost like pain. "No, you won't."
"I will." Your fingers tightened in his jacket. "I'll hate you for making me fall in love with someone who was always planning to leave. I'll hate you for every morning I wake up alone, for every mission briefing where someone else stands in your place, for every year I have to leave flowers on your grave."
"You'll move on. You'll find someoneâ"
"Fuck you," you cut him off, the words sharp enough to draw blood. "Don't you dare tell me how I'll feel. Don't you dare stand here and plan out my future without you in it."
"I'm just trying toâ"
"To what? Prepare me? Make it easier? There's nothing easy about loving you, Satoru Gojo. There never has been. But I chose it anyway. Every day, knowing this moment would come."
"What do you want me to do? Do you want me to say goodbye? Make it messy and painful and real?"
"I want you to stop pretending this is just another mission and show me something that tells me this is killing you like it's killing me."
The silence stretched between you like a chasm. For just a moment, beneath his careful composure, you caught a glimpse of the man behind the name â vulnerable, conflicted, maybe even afraid. But he buried it quickly, like he buried everything that might make him waver from his chosen path.
You'd always known this about him, hadn't you? Known it from that first bloody mission, from every fight where he'd put himself between the world and destruction.
Satoru Gojo was a man built for sacrifice, shaped by duty and power into something that could never truly belong to just one person. You'd fallen in love with him anyway, foolishly hoping that maybe love could be enough to make him choose differently.
But watching him now, seeing the gentle finality in every movement, you understood with crushing clarity that this was always how it would end. No amount of pleading or anger or love could change what he'd already decided.
He'd made his choice long before this morning, probably before he'd ever kissed you in that darkened hallway.
"Keep the tea warm for me," he said finally, stepping back. The words were casual, almost playful â exactly the kind of thing he'd say on any other morning. But that's what made it cruel. Even now, he was trying to soften the blow, pretending this was just another goodbye, just another mission.
You didn't say anything as he walked to the door. Didn't wish him luck or tell him to be safe. The time for those platitudes had passed.
Instead, you watched him pause in the doorway, his hand resting on the frame. For a moment, you thought he might turn around, might drop the act and let you see something real. One last true moment before the end.
He didn't fully turn, but his voice carried back to you, soft and achingly sincere. "I love you. More than anything." A pause. "That's why I have to go."
The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs. You'd never expected them, had made peace with the silence between heartbeats where those words should have lived.
You'd imagined them differently, in all the quiet moments you'd shared â whispered against your skin in the dark, laughed into your mouth between kisses, murmured sleepily on lazy mornings. Not like this. Never like this.
How cruel, that he would finally say them now, when they felt more like a funeral rite than a confession. A parting gift from a man walking towards his own chosen end, making what should have been beautiful feel like another wound. The words you'd never dared hope for now hurt more than a lifetime of silence ever could.
Your throat burned with all the things you wanted to scream at him â about how love should mean staying, about how he was breaking your heart while trying to save it, about how dare he make those words sound like goodbye when they should have been a beginning.
"I hate you," you whispered.
He made a sound that might have been a laugh or might have been something more broken. "No, you don't." The certainty in his voice felt like another wound. "You love me. You said so yourself."
"I'll hate you." Your voice hardened with each word. "I'll hate you so much it'll make you wish you'd stayed."
His hand tightened on the doorframe, knuckles white with tension. For a heartbeat, you thought you'd finally cracked his composure. That he might turn around and choose you over duty, love over destiny.
He didn't.
The door closed behind him with a soft click that sounded like an ending.
"But I'll wait for you anyway," you whispered to the empty room, hating yourself for the truth in those words.
The truth was, you'd always known it would end like this, known that loving Satoru Gojo meant loving someone who belonged to the world before he belonged to you.
But you'd been naive enough to hope. Foolish enough to think that maybe, just maybe, love could be enough to make him choose differently. That your selfish desire to keep him alive and whole could outweigh his selfless need to reshape the world.
The morning light cut across the empty room, highlighting the space where he'd stood moments before, and you wondered about the cruelty of it all.
Was it wrong to want to keep him here? To ask the strongest sorcerer alive to choose personal happiness over humanity's future? How many would suffer because you'd asked him to be selfish just this once?
But then again, how many had already been saved by him? How many times had he bled and broken and pieced himself back together for a world that only saw him as a shield, never as a man? Didn't he deserve the chance to live for himself, just once?
If love died today, buried six feet under noble intentions and greater goods, then maybe hate was all you had left. And wasn't there something pure in that? In hating him with the same intensity you'd loved him? In letting that hate fill the spaces he left behind, burning away the softness until all that remained was sharp edges and bitter truths?
The world needed Satoru Gojo the symbol, the untouchable god of jujutsu. But you'd needed Satoru, just Satoru, the man who brought you tea exactly how you liked it and kissed you like you were his everything. The man who was walking away, leaving you with nothing but memories and the taste of hate on your tongue.
Was it selfish to think your love was worth more than the world's need? Was it cruel to measure the weight of one heart against humanity's future?
Love and duty were never meant to be weighed against each other like this, weren't meant to be choices that tore a person in two. And perhaps that was the real tragedy â not that he was walking away, but that you'd let yourself believe he wouldn't.
You'd known how this story would end from that very first kiss. Had tasted it in every goodbye before a mission, felt it every time you waited anxiously for his return, seen it lurking behind every smile that never quite reached his eyes.
Loving Satoru Gojo meant loving someone who was always meant to be sacrificed. You'd just been naive enough to think sacrifice could look different, that it didn't have to end with you here, choking on love turned to ash in your mouth.
Your fingers traced your lips where those three words still lingered like a curse. The tea was getting cold on the windowsill. You should pour it out, make a fresh cup. Should start preparing for a world where Satoru Gojo was just a memory, a legend, a story of sacrifice and strength. Should learn how to breathe around the thorns growing in your chest where love used to live.
Instead, you stayed frozen, caught in the space between what was and what could have been. Because maybe he was wrong. Maybe the world didn't need someone stronger. Maybe it just needed him to come back. You certainly did.
But it was too late for maybes now. He was already gone, walking toward a destiny he'd chosen long before he'd chosen you. And you were left here, caught between hating him for leaving and loving him for exactly who he was â a man who would always choose the greater good, even when it shattered both your hearts.
But perhaps the cruelest irony was that in trying to protect humanity, he'd forgotten he was human too. That in becoming everyone's shield, he'd forgotten shields could break. That hearts could break. That yours was breaking.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, indifferent to your pain, indifferent to the way your world had just walked out the door with a smile and a promise he might not be able to keep.
You'd wait anyway. Even knowing how the story was meant to end, you'd wait. Because that's what love was â not just the beautiful parts, but the ugly parts too. The waiting. The hoping. The hating.
The choosing to love someone even when they choose something else. Even when that love turns to poison in your veins.
Even when they choose the world over you.
The tea had long gone cold when you finally moved, muscles stiff from standing still for so long. You'd sworn you wouldn't watch. Had promised yourself you wouldn't be there to see him die for his greater tomorrow.
But your hands were already reaching for your jacket.
Because that was the thing about loving Satoru Gojo â even when it turned to hate, even when it felt like acid in your throat, you couldn't look away. You'd watch him fight Sukuna. Watch him smile that infuriating smile as he chose the world one last time.
After all, you'd already promised to hate him if he didn't come back.
The least you could do was be there to keep that promise.
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Weird Grandpa Story #2
I remember asking my mom once, if her dad had gotten ornerier as he'd gotten old. I'd heard about that happening, and it would've made sense for him. He was already the orneriest old cuss I'd ever met. Couldn't even imagine him being grumpier than he was.
Instead of answering the question directly, she told me about what it was like going to church with him as a kid. Their church was a small Mormon ward out in the sticks of Colorado, and he served as their Bishop - mostly by virtue of being the only one willing to do that much unpaid work. He was also the ward pianist. He actually liked playing piano, and he liked having an audience, so it was more or less understood that he was willing to be the bishop in exchange for being the pianist.Â
Which could've been a good trade, but there were a few problems.
The first problem was that Grandpa Dale played every song at about triple speed. He was a deeply impatient person, and that extended to how he played music. The second problem was that he had a bad habit of cursing under his breath. That would've been a scandalous enough habit for a Mormon bishop, but was made much worse (and also much funnier) by him being pretty damn deaf. So what he thought of as "quiet" cursing under his breath was more of just a verse hoarse way of yelling. I only visited him for a week or two every summer, and I still learned most of my bad words from him.Â
So every Sunday would start with a quiet prayer, and then Bishop Grandpa Dale would go to the piano, sit down, and play the nightcore version of Praise to the Man. He would occasionally play other hymns, but he really, really liked that one. This would continue until he hit a wrong note, which was basically inevitable because his music philosophy was that if he could play a song flawlessly, it was time to play it faster. So he'd play until he hit that wrong note, at which point he would scream-whisper SHIIIIIT and, because he did not actually read music so much as memorize it, the only way he'd be able to get his rhythm back was by going back to the start.Â
If it was a good Sunday, he could get it in two tries. Some Sundays took as many as five.Â
I learned two things about Grandpa Dale from this story. The first was that he could play piano. I'd never actually seen him do that before. Still haven't, come to think of it. Second was that the man that I visited once a year, who always seemed on the verge of exploding, who scared the absolute dickens out of me, was actually the chilled out version of the man my mom grew up with.
And it helped knowing that, actually. I'm actually a pretty anxious person, and my mom is, also, a pretty anxious person, and as a teenager we'd sometimes get in these doom loops where we'd wind each other up until our springs cracked. She'd be worried about me growing up to be happy, and I'd be worried about letting her down, and my worrying would make me unhappy, and my unhappiness would make her unhappy, and we'd just kind of dissolve into these anxieties like cotton candy in the sea and become totally unbearable to be around for a bit. Then my dad would sit us both down and very politely tell us that we were being crazy. He had this quote how being sad that someone else is sad that you're sad is the emotional equivalent of being a Klein flask and that at some point you have to just say I am allowed one (1) single layer of emotional recursion, at most, and ideally zero.Â
And it was always kind of embarrassing and silly, but when I was tempted to be more upset with my mom about it, I could remember the piano story and go: Sheesh. She has more of a right to be anxious that I do. For me it's really just genetics, but she grew up with the Cactus-Killing Gopher-Smasher. A whole 18 years of that. I spent two weeks every summer with that guy, and I love him, but I always came home feeling like I'd survived something. She's a trooper.
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THE CURSE OF CURIOSITY.
Aemond Targaryen x twin sister!reader
"While your brother searches the library of the Dragonkeeper Elder for something new to read, you come in contact with some unlabeled fluid. You both learn that it's something meant to aid in the breeding of dragons, however, it also has a unique effect on humans. But lucky for you, your twin is there to help you through the ordeal."
WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENTâMINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest, dub con, sex pollen (rather fluid lol), p in v, breeding kink
WORDS: 4 K
NOTES: Hope you enjoy me having literally zero grasp on English. đ¤
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âItâs far too late for us to be here,â you huff, almost annoyed, as you watch Aemond graze his fingers along the spines of the several books kept in the currently deserted chambers of the Dragonkeeper Elder. âWhat are we looking for here anyways?â
The room is barely lit by anything else than just a handful of candles. Your twin holds a lantern of some sort in one hand, using it to make out the writings that are carved on the books backs.Â
When there doesnât immediately come an answer from him, you start to slowly walk around the room, inspecting its decor. âI have exhausted the castleâs libraries, and hope to take something of their collection for my own,â he murmurs, carefully selecting two books.Â
You stop in your tracks and turn to look at him. Although youâre just a few moments younger than him, sharing the same attributes with your long, silver hair and lilac eyes, you have a much gentler nature than he does, one that doesnât lend itself to the same mischief you had pursued together as children anymore.Â
âAnd you couldnât have just taken Floris with you? You ought to wed, and doing something together would do no harm to your future union. One sparsely sees you two around court,â you note, slightly annoyed your brother chose to wake you instead of his betrothed.Â
Knowing all too well that just the mention of the betrothal is going to set him off, you choose to play with fire. If your brother wants your company, heâll have to put up with your teasing. And just like expected, the notion of being forced into a marriage he doesnât want to be in irritates him, audible in the sigh he releases. His resentment of the situation has become worse over time as he feels more and more suffocated by the ordeal.
âThe girl is as dull as stones. Besides,â he replies with a shrug, âshe knows nothing about our familyâs history, much less about dragons.â The topic of dragons is something your twin is very passionate about, and you know that the fact that his wife-to-be cares so little about his passion infuriates him. It might be one of the main reasons for his dislike of her. âI have no desire to have Floris at my side any more than she does me.â
His annoyance is palpable, but you donât feel bad about making it worse. For all the hours he has spent teasing, taunting and annoying you while you grew up together, he gets it back twice and three times over. And although he hasnât spoken it out loud, you know youâre one of the few people he trusts blindly to be himself around.Â
âThat aside, it would be foolish to read with Floris,â he continues, your silence coaxing him to speak more, âas all she does is gossip with her friends and prattle on about pointless nonsense. You of all people know best how I feel about this match.â
âFloris isnât so bad, you know,â you defend with a low voice. âAnd youâve barely tried to get to know her. Surely you can find at least one thing to like about her. If you did, you might just see sheâs not as terrible as youâve decided.â If you both have to spend your days withering away in marriages sealed by your father and mother, you at least could find a little solace knowing your twin wasnât as miserable in his.Â
Aemond sighs in frustration. âYou sound just like mother,â he comments dryly, finally moving to look at you from over his shoulder. âCan you really say that you like her? She is dull and naive. I am certain I couldnât find anything to like about her even if I had all night. There is nothing for me to like about her. Nothing at all.â
Finding yourself at somewhat of a loss of words at this, you open and close your mouth without any words leaving it. Part of you wants to disagree with your twin, as Floris hasnât been entirely unpleasant to spend time with at court, which makes Aemondâs dislike for her appear entirely without reason to you. On the other hand, youâve known your brother long and well enough to know when he is resolute about something.Â
âJust promise me that you wonât be a terrible husband to her. Even if you donât like her, donât make your lifes awful,â you finally blurt out.Â
As you allow your gaze to trail through the chambers once more, you spot some small vessels standing lined up on the desk in the far corner with books and scrolls littered around them. You donât wait for Aemond to reply as you make your way over, determined to inspect the small containers. The liquid inside of them resembles milk of the poppy, although itâs slightly more permeable to light when you hold it to one of the candles.Â
You hardly think about the dangers coming with it when you open the lid to inhale a whiff of the fluid. Not smelling entirely unpleasant, it still has you scrunching your nose as a slight burning grows prominent in your nose and throat.Â
Placing the vessel back down rather quickly, it stands too close to the edge of the desk. Youâre not quick enough as it falls to the ground with a clatter, the vessel shattering into pieces and the pale liquid spreading across the floor.Â
âBy the Seven,â you mumble, sinking to the ground to collect some of the larger shards.Â
The sound of breaking glass and your sighing is enough to catch your brother's attention again. Where he has read the spines of the books before, he makes his way over to the source of the commodation now. âYou shouldnât have dropped that,â he comments dryly, which prompts you to shoot him a heated glare. âOh, you donât say, mh?â you reply, your voice laced with sarcasm.Â
Reaching for another shard, you pull your hand back with a hiss when it cuts your finger. âOuch!â you exclaim and rise to your feet, soon enough spotting the crimson oozing out of the cut.Â
Despite his annoyance at your clumsiness, Aemondâs good eye is drawn to the cut you have given yourself. Itâs no deep wound, but even the hint of your blood makes something akin to guilt bubble in his stomach. âWhat were you doing with that?â he inquires, as he takes your hand to inspect your finger, nodding towards the vessels still standing on the desk.Â
You watch him twist and turn your hand to have the perfect look of the wound, the stinging pain suddenly not too bad with his warm skin on yours. âI⌠I just wanted to see what they keep here. It is unusual for anyone other than the maesters to store unmarked liquids,â you reply, hissing as Aemond pinches the cut finger a tad too tightly. âI shall see Maester Mellos. Mayhaps this needs stitching.â
âThatâs an excellent idea.â
Aemond fetches the books he has chosen from the collection, holding them under his arm as he brings the other to you to place a hand to the small of your back, guiding you out of the Dragonpit.Â
On your request, the cut on your finger is stitched by Maester Mellos, although he has voiced that it wasnât quite necessary. But something tells you the opposite, especially when you catch him staring at your face and checking your temperature more than once. âIs everything alright, maester?â you ask him with a soft voice, a yawn following.Â
Aemond towers over the both of you, carefully watching each move of the needle in the elderâs hands, just waiting for him to make a wrong move thatâs meant to hurt you â heâs familiar with being stitched up after all.Â
The maester seems to be out of his mind, and only reacts as he hears you say his name. âMaester Mellos?âÂ
His eyes are wide, but he nods quickly. âYes⌠yes, princess. The wound should be able to heal calmly now.âÂ
He is quick to pack his utensils up again, and even faster to leave your chambers at once. And while Aemond hurries after the old man, trying to catch up on him outside of your chambers, you donât wait for any of them to return again with sleep coming over you.
The crackling of the fireplace is the only thing audible when you stir awake, a sheen of sweat covering your skin, making your nightgown cling to it uncomfortably. Your body feels as though itâs on fire when you squirm from one side to the other, not finding back to sleep. A tingling spreads in your loins, and each time your thighs squeeze together, it surges up your spine.Â
âGods be good,â you whine, utterly bewildered with the feeling of liquid fire coursing through your veins.Â
Aemond not so silently rises from one of the chairs close to the fireplace, and comes closer to the bed, though, careful not to startle or frighten you as you regain your bearings. He has hoped youâd sleep through the entire ordeal and wake up as if nothing has happened, but that hope slowly dissipates with each passing moment.Â
âHow are you feeling?â your twin asks, concern in his voice. Suddenly, hearing his voice allures you, and doesnât diminish the burning at the apex of your legs.Â
As you clench your thighs together again, it releases some of the tension your body holds, and makes you whine in despair. âAemondâŚâ you pant, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths. âWhat are you doing here?â
The thin sheets covering your body do little to conceal what is happening beneath, and your brother just assumes itâs your way of trying to suppress your bodily urges ignited by the pale liquid you came in contact with before.Â
âIâŚâ his usual confidence and boldness completely deserts him at the state youâre in, and he can barely find the words to tell you what heâs been told by Maester Mellos.Â
As he watches you writhe and writhe about on the bed, heâs unsure of how much longer he can just stand there and do nothing. But his concern and love for you cause him to make the decision to act, approaching you and reaching out to grasp your hands.Â
At the contact, the feeling of his warm hands fully engulfing yours, itâs like something overcomes your mind and body, luring you in to move, staring up at him with wide eyes as you sit on your haunches. âDohaeragon nyke⌠kostilus,â you whimper, strands of your silver hair clinging to the damp sides of your face. âZiry Ĺdrikagon.. sÄŤr bÄne. Nyke sepÄr â dohaeragon nyke, lÄkia.â Yet you donât quite know what exactly youâre begging for. Help me⌠please. It hurts⌠so hot. I just â help me, brother.Â
In the dim light of the candles, you spot his eye widening as you shift and squirm, looking up at him in such a vulnerable state with your innocent eyes, pleading for him to help you through your ordeal although you have no idea of whatâs wrong with you right now. He canât help but notice how your hair clings to your skin, seeming as if youâve just bathed, and that your movements seem to contribute to its dampness.Â
âMellos has told me what the fluid is that the Elder keeps in his chambers,â he states, trying to stay calm and not let your state affect him too much.Â
But with his proximity, all effort of you to process what heâs saying is fruitless. You pull on his hands, as if you want to encourage him to join you in bed, and when he doesnât budge, you rise on your knees, and start to fidget with the buttons of his coat â solely driven by your urges. âAnd that is?â you mumble, not really listening. Â
His cheeks run hot when you start to undo the buttons, and his hands capture yours once again to put a stop to it, making you pout. With furrowed brows, his grip finally has you looking up at him. âItâs something used to aid in breeding the dragons,â Aemond states. âHe told me itâs also used to increase their stamina and to make them moreâŚâ he trails off, his body slowly growing tense as the implication of what heâs going to say settles into his mind. â... receptive to breeding.â
âMhâMh,â you hum almost nonchalantly, and watch completely mesmerized as your fingers graze along his, the warmth and softness of his skin only intensifying the tingling in your loins. Aemond is hesitant, unsure whether or not what youâre doing is entirely due to the potionâs effect, or if there is genuinely some desire for him on your part.Â
You lick your lips and free your hands from Aemondâs to shrug the opened coat off his shoulders. The fabric of his tunic is pinched between your fingers as you tug on it once again to beg for him to join you. With him taking his sweet time, you find yourself clenching your thighs every now and then to soothe the aching burning at the apex of them.
âHe also informed me that âtis necessary for someone to⌠help you through it,â he murmurs quietly, his voice almost sounding shaky as he speaks, â... for it will burn you from the inside out if not.â
Even though youâre fully acting on your body's desires, you do notice the way his widened eye trails down to your thighs, lingering there for a moment before it returns to yours.Â
You donât give a verbal response to his words, and instead, your only reactions are subtle ones. Nodding your head slowly, as if youâve understood what he is implying, your hands squeeze his tunic further into his chest. He can practically see your body tensing with each movement of your fingers, almost as if youâre trying to hold back.Â
With your eyes firmly locked with his now, you slowly trail your hands beneath his tunic, pushing it up to remove that as well from his body to get further access to him â if it wasnât for him not raising his arms.Â
Exhaling a deep breath, you sit back on your haunches. His reluctance does little to quell the fire raging within you, no, it only fuels to make you even more desperate. The lacey hem of your nightgown rides up your thighs as you spread them, and fully exposes your undergarments the moment you bring your hand between your legs. A breathy whimper falls past your lips as your fingers finally make contact with your clothed cunt, and then something akin to mischief flickers in your lilac eyes.Â
âAnd⌠will you help me, brother? Or shall I ask Jacaerys for help instead? We ought to wed in a moon's turn after all,â your voice is honeyed as you speak, dripping with feigned innocence. âBut you donât want that, do you? Thatâs why youâve stayed.â
You spot the exact moment his breath hitches in his throat. He suddenly feels a wave of heat overcoming him, your words triggering something in him that is more than just the usual desire to protect his younger sister, something primal. You sound and look so vulnerable asking for his help, secretly begging for him and him only.Â
Intertwining your fingers with his, the intensity of your grip increasing as your senses become more heightened, your twin finally moves as you pull him onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight as you watch him come closer, and when he is close enough, you reach and pull him down onto you in a quick motion. You donât waste a second more and lock your lips with his, your hand slowly traveling down his back. But before you can grab his tunic and pull it over his head, Aemond pushes you back to lie flatly on the bed, pinning your wrists above your head. His eye burns with hunger as he gazes down at you, visible even in the dim light, and it makes you yearn for more.Â
âWell, if I chose to leave you here to your own devices, would you crawl to your betrothed for help? I do not think so,â he says, his voice taking over a mocking tone. âNo, in fact, Iâm certain you would come to my chambers instead.â
When he doesnât touch you, you try to wrap your legs around his body to grind yourself against him, but Aemond is quick to catch your hip with one hand, keeping your body still as it's pinned to the mattress.
âSir, dohaeragon nyke,â you beg, voice shaky enough it comes close to a whimper. But when you notice that speaking in the tongue of your ancestors is not having any effect on him at all, you choose to coax him to tend to you in the Common Tongue. âTouch me, Aemond. Help me⌠please.â Now, help me.
Aemond is silent for a moment, visibly dragging his eye over your squirming frame. One hand still holds your wrists above your head, while the other slowly but surely releases your hip. âI shall take care of you,â he reassures you. âBut you will have to let me, do you understand?â
You gaze up at him with wide eyes and slowly nod your head, only for you to pounce on him the moment your wrists are released. The tunic is gone as soon as your body collides with his, causing a strained gasp to leave your twinâs lips. While just the thoughts of his warm skin on yours have incite your mind already, seeing his bare chest sets your body alight.Â
His demeanor changes in the blink of an eye, and he has never treated you as roughly as he does when he pushes you off of him. It leaves you dumbfounded for a moment, more so when he moves between your parted legs, towering over you.Â
âLook how dull this fluid has made you,â he mocks, the condescending tone of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. Aemond notices that youâre not shying away from him, no, you keen at that. âJust because you couldnât keep your hands to yourself.â
âIf I help you,â he warns, âno one else, let alone that bastard of a nephew, is ever allowed to touch you again, do you understand?â
It might be the liquid-induced state, or the despair to have him do anything to you already, but youâre far too eager to nod at his words.Â
Aemondâs hand wanders below the hem of your nightgown to heartily fist your undergarments and peel them off of you. He can already feel that the linen is soaked with your arousal, but still canât stop himself from licking his lips as he sees your now exposed cunt glistening in the light of the candles.Â
âNow, we do not want you to suffer any longer, hm?â he asks.Â
And you nod once again. âGods, yes, please. I need you, Aemond.â
You donât have to beg him any longer. He undoes the laces in the front of his breeches and pulls out his throbbing cock, painfully hard and aching to be buried inside of you. Itâs slightly curved and thick, and if you have to guess, youâd say that you need both hands to pleasure him, and even then thereâd still be a bit of him that would be left abandoned.Â
Aemond wastes no time in lining himself up with your entrance, pushing into you as you both moan in unison. You donât expect him to set up a merciless pace almost immediately upon fully bottoming out, but youâre not disappointed either.Â
While youâve been able to talk before, heâs quickly reduced you to a whimpering and whining mess, relishing in the delicious burning of accommodating his sheer size.Â
âDoes it help?â your twin asks through gritted teeth, desperately trying to keep his sounds of pleasure at bay. But youâve been fucked into a stupor by him already, not even able to keep your eyes open. âMh-mh,â you hum.Â
Putting some of his weight onto you, Aemondâs hand finds your throat like the most treasured necklace you only take off to sleep, taking up the entirety of your neck and leaving no room for you to shift even the slightest.Â
It was subtle at first, but the merciless pace slowly changes into something more determined, his hips rolling with each thrust as if he wants to make sure the tip of his cock really brushes your sweet spot every time. Heâs seemingly spurred on by the way youâve lost all inhibitions, not that the fluid allowed you to have any in the first place, and the wanton moans that spill past your lips.Â
One of your hands grabs his wrist, keeping his hand around your throat, while the other finds solace on his shoulder, gripping it tightly. Your nails dig into his alabaster skin, and youâre sure that crescent shaped marks will bloom there not long after, staking your claim on him.Â
âBut you need more,â Aemond grunts, and you canât do more than whimper a pathetic string of yesses. âThe only thing that will truly help you is for me to fill you up with my seed, to breed you.â
Your head tips back in plain bliss, and youâre not sparing one thought to the possible repercussions of him putting a child in you. If anything, there is something buried deeply inside of you that has waited for this moment. You have waited for this moment. You grew up thinking youâd marry your twin one day, only for the rising tensions inside of the family to force you to marry your nephew instead as the final straw to mend the chasm.Â
Aemondâs stamina doesnât seem to be able to handle the way your body reacts to him and his words â not when a renewed wave of your arousal drips from your cunt at the mere thought of you carrying his child. Itâs running thin, ready to burst at any given moment, hence he brings a deft finger to your pearl, rubbing it with frantic movements that should bring you to peak just in time with him.Â
The pressure brought to your pearl has your body squirming, not anticipating it and the shiver of pleasure that comes with it. You arch your back and moan, yet a tight squeeze of your throat is enough to bring your attention back to him.
âDo you want that?â he pants, dark blown eyes fixed with yours. âWant me to put a babe in you?â It might be his way to ask for your reassurance, and while your bodyâs reaction should be enough with your walls clenching around him so tightly, he stills wants to hear your voice.Â
Your cheeks grow hot as his words finally seem to settle in your hazed mind, a whiny âyesâ slipping past your lips. âFill me up, Aemond⌠please. I want it,â you all but beg, your voice croaked with him squeezing your throat.Â
The confession flips a switch inside of you that allows you to let go, your body shattering beneath Aemond with a pathetic whine. He relishes in the way your walls flutter and spasm all over him, utterly mesmerized as relief etches itself into your features.Â
With a groan, the first wanton sound of pleasure youâve heard of him, Aemond spends himself inside of you. He connects your lips in a heated kiss that has you swallowing down each grunt and groan he unleashes. Working you both through the blissful highs, his hips only stop once heâs sure heâs fucked his seed as deep as possible, determined to put a child in you.Â
Aemond topples over into the vacant space next to you, his breeches soaked with your arousal and his chest heaving with his breaths.Â
The sudden loss of friction makes you whine at first, but is quickly overshadowed by the feeling of relief. âThank you,â you whisper through heavy breaths, turning your head to look at him.Â
âI wonât leave now,â he says softly, although there is a linger of mischief in his voice. âI would be remiss not to aid my sister in her hour of utmost desperation⌠so, I shall stay the night just to make sure you really get through it.â
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them accidentally ditching you on your bday pt. 2 - vu
content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, etc.
part 1
wc: 4512
a/n: lmk if u want a pu ver pls <3 if there's part i forgot to make gender neutral pls lmk!!
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jeonghan -
jeonghan had no idea what to do. he'd never been in this position before. he prided himself in being a good friend and specially boyfriend. nothing in this world mattered to him more than his loved ones, which was why he was extremely disappointed in himself at having disregarded you and hurt your feelings in such a careless way. he knew it was your birthday, and he had wanted so badly to be with you, but he had been an idiot and let it slip his mind. there was no other way to put it. it made him sad more than anything, to know that you had spent the night worried over him only to wake up to zero communication from him, having spent a good 14 hours into your birthday without any word from him. he needed to fix this, he just didnt know how.
this was so unlike him. jeonghan had always known himself to be an attentive person. he noticed any time you changed your hair almost immediately, he'd notice new additions to your recipes, he'd take note of any time you switched things up in your apartment, he'd remember any and every important date. even now. he had remembered it, except he had skipped over it due to his idiocy, which really only made it worse.
after getting mocked by joshua for ten minutes as he racked his brain to find a solution, he decided to just improvise. he'd go to your apartment and see if you'd at least let him in to try and explain his way through an apology. he would pull all the dramatics if he had to. there was not a single care for his dignity in his mind right now. nothing would prevent him from showing you his utmost remorse.
only thirty minutes later and he was now outside your apartment window, looking up from his secluded spot inside the complex's garden. he pondered about calling you, but decided that going for a more unconventional route might do the trick a bit better. spotting some pebbles nearby, he grabbed a few, beginning to chuck them at your window. okay, kind of corny, but knowing you, he knew you'd appreciate the thought. he spent an unfortunate ten minutes throwing pebble after pebble until you finally opened your window, sticking your head out as soon as you spotted him down below.
"jeonghan. what the hell are you doing?", you seemed and sounded pissed. but, hey! that was a good sign. at least you were acknowledging his presence.
"my love!', he clutched at his heart, 'let me come see you. please. i want to apologize."
"fuck you, yoon jeonghan. why dont you go treat your hangover somewhere else?", you went to close your window, only to stop in your tracks as he yelled out again.
"wait! do you want me to beg? i will. i love you. i dont care what i have to do. i'll climb to the roof and profess my love for you for all of seoul to hear," yes, he was being overly dramatic, but he was also being genuine. if you actually wanted him to scream out to the world how much he regretted his stupidity, he would. you didnt even have to ask.
but he also knew public displays were a huge no for you, dating an idol and knowing the controversies being known as the significant other of the yoon jeonghan would bring. he was putting you in a bit of a spot. you could either let him up to apologize, or wake up to some ominous article stating yoon jeonghan of seventeen might be taken.
fortunately for him, you chose the former, which now placed him in your living room as you crossed your arms and huffed at him. okay, one step at a time. it was time to put jokes aside and get serious.
"angel ... i'm so sorry," he cooed at you, stepping forward a bit.
"jeonghan, dont talk to me like im a baby. im not in the mood."
"but you are my baby," he pouted at you, "you're my angel, my everything. i'm sorry. i didnt show you how much you mean to me last night. all i want to do is love you and take care of you. you can punish me all you want. i deserve it. but please let me sleep in your arms. im already away from you most of the time. dont deprive me one more day," and he meant all he said. you were his favorite form of comfort, and the thought of you being angry or hurt by him made him scared. he never wanted to risk you being ripped away from his arms, specially not due to his own doing.
"jeonghan ..."
"no, wait. i'm sorry. i shouldve never forgotten. i dont know how it happened. all i ever want to do every day is come back home to you, but i did the opposite on the worst day possible. i'll apologize over and over until you forgive me if that's what it takes. please just let me be with you on your birthday. i dont want you alone. i dont want you sad. i want you happy and content in my arms. please? i love you."
he mustve broken you down, as you landed in his arms immediately after he finished his speech. he couldve sworn he saw you eyes puffy and swollen before he wrapped his arms around you. his suspicion was confirmed just seconds later when he heard you sniffle against him.
"aigooo, no angel. dont cry. didnt wanna make you cry. you're making me look like such a bad guy, baby, making you cry on your birthday," he cooed at you as he held you as tight as possible.
you separated yourself from him, finally looking into his eyes while he caressed your cheeks, wiping any lone tears in them, "im so sorry, angel. forgive me? let me stay, please."
"yes, hannie. i love you."
"i love you so much more," and he'd spend the rest of his life the day showing that to you.
joshua -
joshua had not been this hungover in a while. he wasnt sure how this happened. last thing he remembered was his manager rushing him into a car right after the award show, letting the group know they'd been invited to an after party, and the company had deemed it smart to be in attendance for public image purposes. all members agreed enthusiastically, excited to mingle among their peers and maybe make some new connections in the process. joshua had been the lone member to be skeptical, knowing he had promised he'd be back to the hotel at an appropriate time in order to get on the phone with you and celebrate what was remaining of your birthday with you despite the current distance between you. however, he did not want to get in the way of his members' fun, so he kept any objections to himself and joined them with matching enthusiasm.
his original plan was to roam the party for an hour or so, which wouldve allowed him to get back to call you on time, but ironically, time got away from him. the next thing he knew, he was waking up at 11am in the morning in mingyu's hotel room, head pounding and phone full of unread notifications. he wasnt sure how this happened. the last thing he remembered was being at the party, margarita in hand as he and his members drank their souls away in celebration of yet another successful award show season. it was around three margaritas in that joshua had begun to disregard his phone, and with that you as well. as soon as he saw the dejection in your messages upon waking up, he spammed you with texts and voice memos expressing his regret, but received no response from you. he had hurt you and now you were ignoring him. and with good reason.
joshua knew that there wasnt much he could do from his current location, specially while you were (justifiably) icing him out. so he committed to his next best option. he immediately booked a ticket back to korea, letting his manager know that he'd just be returning home two days in advance to the rest of the members. all they had scheduled left was an interview tomorrow, so his absence would probably not have that big of an effect. five grueling hours later and he arrived to korea, exhausted and still slightly hung over, but with a whole speech planned to beg for your forgiveness.
in the process, he had tried calling you again and again, still earning no response. this disheartened him, making him think that maybe his grand gesture would only be taken negatively. he picked up some flowers on the way, gift he had bought in japan a few days ago in hand, ready to knock on your apartment door. despite the exhaustion, he was here. a day late to celebrate your birthday, but still here nonetheless.
your face upon answering the door had been of surprise, not anger like he feared, but that only lasted for a few seconds until you started to berate him.
"joshua? what are you doing here?"
"baby, i'm so so sorry. can i come in? please?"
you moved aside without further words, gesturing for him to continue talking.
he suddenly remembered the flowers and boxed gift in hand, signaling to them before handing them to you, "oh, these are for you," he felt extremely inadequate, something that was very rare for him. he had practiced a whole speech, a whole profession of love and regret, but now his mind was blank. you just looked so. disappointed. he couldn't stand it.
'i'm sorry. i- i have no good excuse. the party got the best of me and i completely spaced out on our plans. i never meant to forget about you. please believe me.'
"joshua ... this was your idea. you had me waiting all night just to ghost me. you spent my birthday partying without even thinking of me."
he grabbed onto your hands, placing the flowers and gift on the table before doing so. he held onto you as he began to get exasperated in his speech, "there's no world in which i wasn't thinking of you. you're all thats ever on my mind. i didnt even wanna go to that stupid party, but i didnt want to inconvenience anyone. please, i- i wanted to call you. i ... yeah, i got drunk and distracted. and thats my fault. im sorry. i came back early to be with you. to make up for being a dumbass. please let me make it up to you. please? i'll serenade you like i promised. i'll get on my knees. do you want me to get on my-"
you interrupted him as he began to kneel halfway through his speech, slapping at him lightheartedly as he began to get more dramatic by the second. he knew it was hard for you to get angry at him when he started pulling all stops like he did. he came back and begged on his knees, even offered to express his love to you through song. he was making you hold in your laugh. these were all good signs, right?
"you .. you're such an idiot, hong jisoo. i hate you," but he knew you didnt mean it. he could hear and see the smile on your face, knowing he had been successful at wearing you down.
"if you ever do this again, ill date jeonghan instead."
"ouch!", he dramatically grabbed onto his chest, as if you'd just wounded his heart, causing you to laugh, "hannie? okay, can't blame you. he's pretty cute," he chuckled, "but for now ... let me spend the day with my love? hmm?", he pulled you closer, nuzzling his nose against yours as you feigned annoyance at him.
"fine," you rolled your eyes, "i'm still mad at you, though."
yeah, he had a lot of making up to do, but this was a start.
jihoon -
jihoon had not stopped beating himself up over his actions ever since you hung up the phone. he had spent the entirety of the day rethinking all his choices leading up to this. he had wanted to go running to you and apologize, but you had specifically asked him to stay away, so he wanted to respect your wishes. still, he felt like complete and utter shit at the way he disregarded you so easily. he wished he could go back in time and slap some sense into himself.
he had always been scared. scared that his job would someday get in the way of your relationship. it had been so hard for him to find someone to love; someone who loved him just as much. and the moment he found you he treasured you more than anything, but now his stupid workaholic tendencies had gotten in the way. he was terrified right now that you'd start to see the error in your choice to be with him. that you'd want to find someone who wouldnt so easily put his job over everything else.
it was now 11am of the following day, and you had not called him yet. he was beginning to get worried. were you icing him out? had he hurt you that badly? he could never blame you for feeling hurt at his neglect, but he could also not help his own feelings of dejection at you ignoring him due to your anger. alas, he still gave you all reason; this had been his own doing.
he waited a couple hours before giving up on waiting, instead choosing to confide in a few of his members to inquire as to what they'd do if they ever pulled something like this with their own significant others. after being scolded for a good few minutes due to his carelessness towards you, they told him that maybe showing up to your apartment as a demonstration of his affection to you (joined by a sincere apology, of course) would make you look his way again.
so now he was here, about to knock on your door with your favorite flowers in hand. he was terrified. the two of you had never fought. there had never been a single time in which you'd hurt each other's feelings. it had all been nothing but love and tenderness in your relationship thus far. he was your best friend, and you were his. yet he had no idea how to communicate to you how much you meant to him, and how much of a stupid mistake his slip up had been.
before he could think further, he forced himself to knock on your door, hoping you wouldnt immediately throw him out. to his surprise, you opened the door and even wordlessly gestured for him to enter. you looked ... sad. you looked the way he'd feel had you ghosted him on his own birthday. yeah, he didnt care much for his birthday, but your absence would wound him nonetheless. he imagined it felt the same for you.
"i ... i'm so sorry. i dont know what to say .. i- i fucked up. so badly. i have no idea how or why i forgot. there's nothing i can do to make up for it, but please know im so fucking sorry."
"jihoon ... how? you picked my birthday of all days to lock yourself in your studio? i've never judged your busy schedule. i understand your career. i respect it. i get that you cant help being busy. your job is too demanding of your time, but for you to ignore me when you had full control of your free time? why?", he could see how disappointed you felt at his neglect; how hurt you felt at him, not only through your words, but through your closed off body language. you were hugging yourself with your arms, not holding eye contact as you stared anywhere but into his eyes. despite your confident words, your demeanor was deflated. and it was his fault.
"it was- it was a mistake. it was all my fault. i cant argue my way around it. but i love you. i didnt .. i didnt mean to neglect you. you're all i think about. every song ive ever written, even before meeting you, was about you. you're everything. i'm just an idiot. i dont know how to do this ... ive never loved like this. i have no idea what to do when i fuck up. all i can do is promise you to be better. please give me a chance to be better. i'll be more attentive. i know i'm cold, and im not too affectionate, but i love you. i'll make it up to you. please, just dont let this be the end. i'll keep you in my studio with me whenever i lock myself away. won't ever go a day without letting you know what im doing, how im doing. please. i'll do anything to show you."
he worried his ramble mightve been too much, feeling to scared to even hold eye contact with you as he went on and on about how much he loved you. unexpectedly, upon looking up, he found your reddened eyes, with a stuffy nose to match. fuck. had he hurt your feelings again?
"jihoon ... i- i love you. i'm sorry. i cant believe you could ever think i wanted this to be the end. i was hurt and mad- i am hurt, but i love you," you sniffled your way through your short speech, but jihoon heard it perfectly fine. these were the words he prayed to hear from you all of last night as he stayed up thinking about you.
"fuck. thank god," he couldnt help himself in hugging you, holding you tightly against his arms, and sighing in relief at your reciprocation, "i love you. i'll take the week off. let me take you away and show you how much you mean to me. please? will you come with me?"
"yes, jihoon. i love you."
"i love you. you have no idea."
seokmin -
seokmin felt extremely scared. you weren't answering any of his calls. he knew you were physically okay, but he also knew your feelings were hurt, and you were probably extremely angry at him. you had all reason to be angry at him. he ditched you and kept you in the dark all day. on your birthday! seokmin had never been in a situation like this before. he had always prided himself in being the best boyfriend that one could ever be, even sometimes introducing himself as your boyfriend instead of with his own name. except today he had disappointed both you and himself beyond belief.
he knew you'd asked him to stay away for the night, and he'd usually respect your one and every wish, but today he needed to go against the current and go and beg for your forgiveness.
in very non-seokmin fashion, he exited the event just as quickly as he'd arrived, not even caring to say goodbye to his friends. you were his number one priority, after all. specially today of all days. he had his driver stop by a flower shop on the way, hoping the innocent gesture would maybe have you show some mercy on his stupidity.
he showed up to your apartment immediately after, having mentally prepared a whole speech for you on the way there. he was going to tell you how much he loved you, and how this was just a completely stupid slip of his mind, that this would never happen again, but all these thoughts left his mind as soon as you opened the door, eyes swollen and glossy. every rational thought went out the window upon spotting your saddened state causing seokmin's eyes to match your own as he felt himself begin to tear up. he couldnt help himself in immediately embracing you in a tight hug, thanking god when he felt you hold him back.
you two sniffled against each other for a bit, neither of you full on crying, but still being overly emotional at the situation. seokmin mumbled endless apologies against your hair, running his hands up and down your back as if to soothe you. he was over the moon to hear an 'i love you' from you in the middle of your sorrowful mumbles against his chest, doubling the sentiment as he cried to you how much he loved you and how badly he regretted letting you slip his mind for even a second. when he pulled back, he expressed the same sentiment all over again.
"my baby ... i love you so much. please let me make it up to you. i- i brought you flowers!", he finally recalled the flowers he had dropped as soon as you closed the door behind him ten minutes ago, "i know it doesnt make up for anything, but please let it be a start. i'll do anything you want. just want you to never cry over me like this again, baby. i love you too much to make you cry," he wiped at your tears as he said this, caressing your cheeks while he looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes.
"minnie," you pouted at him, "stay the night? please? want you at least for the bit that's left of today."
"today? oh, baby. i'm giving you my whole week. told you i was gonna make it up to you. i'll do everything you want, my love. now let me take you to bed, yeah? wanna hold my beautiful angel to sleep."
he slept soundly that night, knowing you had somehow forgiven him and even given him the privilege to hold you in his sleep, also knowing he'd do anything and everything necessary to make up for his stupid mistake.
seungkwan -
he had put literally everyone else above you. on your birthday. there was truly no other way to spin it. he had never felt more guilt in his life, and it was all completely on him. having even thought of going out with his friends on your birthday shouldve given him the first red flag in his stupid plan. why didnt he just bring you along? god, he was such an idiot. and then allowing mingyu and dongmin to entice him into a two hour long live broadcast just to secure some fanservice was just the nail in the coffin.
he knew he hurt you badly. he had promised you he'd be there, but had just left you in the dark all day. he couldnt blame you for not wanting to see him today, but now he was stuck tossing and turning in his bed as he itched to hold you in his arms. he had called the company immediately after your call, letting them know he'd be skipping the usual dance practice and recordings in favor of being with you, which is what he should've done all day today.
it wasnt long until he grew too restless to simply stay in bed while he knew you were probably in a similar position, except most likely sad and angry. he couldnt help himself when he decided to head to you, feeling bad at calling up his driver at such late hours of the night. the journey to your apartment was a short one, which left him with little time to think over what he'd say to you in order to convey his regret. he didnt care much for what he said, he just wanted to alleviate your hurt somehow.
just as he expected, you were awake, now standing in front of him as you opened the door to your apartment. your eyes were puffy, a huge indicator that you'd been crying. your eyes also wouldnt meet his, with your eyebrows lowered in clear sadness. seeing you and knowing your current state was his fault felt like a kick in the gut. he had never made you cry before, so he was extremely disappointed in himself. worst of all, seeing you cry made him start to tear up a bit himself.
"baby ..."
"what do you want, kwan? i thought you were busy all day," your words carried venom behind them, but your delivery was still of someone who had been hurt.
"no, baby. you know that's not true. i'm never too busy for you. i'm so sorry. i was such an idiot. there arent enough apologies i could give you. i- i never meant to hurt your feelings."
"you still did."
"i ... i know. i'm sorry. i love you. the last thing i ever want is for you to be hurt by me. i never shouldve gone out with my friends to begin with. you're too understanding of my busy schedule, and i dont deserve it. i shouldve made time all day for you today."
"was ... was it that important? being gone today specifically?", you seemed insecure in your question, which only made seungkwan's heart soar at making you feel insecure around him in any way.
"no! no, of course not. i wasnt thinking. i shouldve told them id go with them next time, or taken you with me! i was so stupid, i'm sorry. you're my priority. i need you to know that."
"it's- it's fine, kwannie. i understand. you dont see your friends that often, you-"
"no! stop. dont try to rationalize it. i made a mistake. you dont have to cover for me. i hurt you and i made you feel unimportant when you're the most important person to me. im so sorry. please never doubt that. i get you all to myself so little, and staying away from you was such a stupid mistake."
more tears had started flowing down your cheeks the further the conversation went on. he wasnt sure if it was because you were touched by his words, or because he was failing at making you feel better. as he neared you enough to wipe your tears with his thumbs, he hoped it was the former.
"baby .. don't cry over me. please. i'm just an idiot. you should never cry over me. i only ever want you to feel good things when thinking of me. i- im so sorry."
"kwannie ... i love you. i understand. i know you dont want me to understand, but i do. you have to make your choices when you're as busy as you are, and .. even though it did make me feel unimportant, i get it."
"it'll never happen again. i'll- i'll keep you by my side day and night. let me- please let me keep you to myself tomorrow. just wanna be with you. please?"
for the first time in the night, he saw you shoot him a small smile, uttering the words he wanted to hear most, "yes, kwannie. will you .. will you stay? please"
"you don't even have to ask."
a/n: thank u to everyone who enjoyed this lil series aaaa i hope it was realistic enough T-T sorry if the reconciliation seemed rushed, i just didnt want any of them to end up with an angsty ending hehe also sorry for seokmin's being shorter than anyone's i just cannot imagine that man ever hurting anyone's feelings.
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Hey, Hi, Hello!! I donât know if youâre not taking request or not but If itâs not too much of a hassle or if you have the free time, could I please request a part two of that unrequited love post where the reader starts intentionally avoiding those same characters you posted? Like basically the aftermath of the confession. If youâre closed or busy you really donât have to accept this but thank you for that read đ
âAversion to HeartacheâŚâ Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader
Von Lycaon, Zhu Yuan
a/n: not including Anby, since sheâs the one avoiding you at the end of Unrequited. also i am always open to requests or chats! just know that it might take some time to get back to you, since i write when i take a break or canât draw
Sequel to: âUnrequitedâ (Lycaon, Zhu Yuan, Anby)
Itâs been a couple of weeks since your failed confession. You had been purposefully avoiding Lycaon- even Victoria Housekeeping as well as the cafe they used as a front. Ads would pop up on websites, various members on it but the pure white fur of the Therian on your mind sticking out like a sore thumb against the muted colors of the rest of the staff.
Sighing, you clicked on the X to delete the ad, not wanting to see it any longer. You misclicked, accidentally clicking on the web link and being rerouted to the contact page of Victoria Housekeeping. It was familiar- having used it to venture into the Hollow, where you met Lycaon.
Quickly closing the tab, you tried to clear your mind. Lycaon, Lycaon, Lycaon, every day it felt like you got reminded of him. The good times you both had, spending afternoons and sometimes nights with him. Then quickly being soured by you confessing to him- the look on his face more unflattering than what really occurred.
You should go out for a bit⌠maybe some fresh air would help. Standing up, you put on some casual clothes, fixing a hoodie on and zipping it up before taking your keys.
Closing the door behind you and locking it, you took a deep breath of the cold afternoon air. Fresh, with only a couple of people milling about. A car or two passing by every couple of minutes. Stepping out from the front of your apartment, you began your aimless walk. Letting the sounds of the city fill your ears.
After tens of minutes, you found yourself in Lumina Square. Somewhere bustling with traffic. Following the crowd, you looked through the windows, commenting on things mentally- before something caught your eye.
Lycaon. The wolf-Therian was sitting in front of a noodle shop with⌠someone else. A figure wearing a blue-orange jacket, hair reaching their chin. Here you were, constantly on the verge of tears and Lycaon had already moved on. Seemingly having replaced you, seeing as how expressive this person was to him.
His ear twitched, a tell-tale sign of where he was going to look- having either heard or smelled something of note. Quickly you lifted your hood up, hiding your face as you quickly followed the crowd, hoping to avoid his gaze and possible confrontation, forever if possible.
Yet he knew you were there. With the aroma and cooking of the noodle shop covering up most of your tracks, but that familiar scent you had snaked its way in. Yet you were already gone, faded back into the crowd.
After the revelation of who Zhu Yuanâs heart had been captivated by, you had begun to slowly avoid Zhu Yuan. The heartache you felt as you spent time with her became more pervasive with each day. Something you wanted became poisoned, leading you to call hangouts off or declining Zhu Yuan whenever she invited you.
She very easily figured this out, but the question was âwhy?â. The two of you hadnât had a falling out- nothing egregious and there was no reason for you to have any bad blood. Yet every time she approached you, you quickly tried to find an out- you werenât as slick as you thought you were.
It became harder and harder for her to initiate anything, being stationed in different areas of New Eridu, as well as growing feelings for her partner Qingyi. Yet it still ate at her.
One day on patrol, you were responding to an urgent call, pulling up with lights flashing. A man had a girl hostage, blade to her neck as they ordered the cops to hand them a vehicle to make their escape from a robbery gone wrong.
Just as you were about to go in, a blur passed you, a familiar figure grabbed the girl, cuffing the suspect before roundhouse kicking them, knocking them and a piece of the wall out. As well as a couple of molars.
You watched her in a trance as she consoled the victim. Then you noticed that she was about to turn, with you quickly walking away back to your car. She stepped to follow you but was stopped, having to give a recount and file paperwork for the arrest, as well as return to film the rest of the promotional material for the director.
Qingyi watched you leave as she stepped out of the car, dots connecting in her head as she watched the hurt look on both you and Zhu Yuanâs face. She needed to do something about this...
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Kinknuary Day 22: Spanking
Pairing: Kep1er Xiaoting x Male Reader
Word Count: 4,956
[Kinknuary Masterlist]
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âDonât you want to take me somewhere else more than this?â
âI actually just want to go home now, XiaotingâIâm pretty tiredâŚâ
âAw, come onâplease? Just one more then weâll go homeâŚâ
Of course, Xiaoting wonât end a day without a good note because she detests anything thatâll make her feel bored or even the simplest hint of discontentment and you wonât dare to disappoint her. Sometimes, life doesnât go the desired path they want them to and thatâs being sampled on her right now, and you wonât let her selfish wants be your burden in the long run.
âArenât you even feeling tired, Xiaoting?â Your tone laces a hint of discomfort as she seems to be much more invigorated than you even though youâve mostly spent the whole day shopping and attending such an incredible party youâve ever gone to.Â
âNot really, but pleaseââ
âOkay, okayâŚâ You break her constant plea with a single proposition: a classic game of rock, paper and scissors and whoever wins, will mark both of your fatesâitâs quite a simple game but unable to be rejected as Xiaoting agrees about that, and you smiled because of her sudden agreement.
âJust once, okay?â
âAlrightâŚâ Xiaoting sounds pretty defeated even though it hasn't started yet because the pessimistic side of hers says that she may end up losing and it will deeply make her disappointed and knowing how well she will think, you curl up a smirk as this is the moment of truth.
Counting down up to the lowest possible integer, you could feel the tension on Xiaotingâs eyes, laced with anticipation and the desire to win as she wanted herself to be fully-redeemed on peak-happiness but itâs like, you can clearly read her mind through that serious gaze of hers as you curl up a smirk after utter âzeroâ and guess what, all became too ambitious for someone who desired something truly at its best.
It wasnât really the best, for Xiaoting as you landed ârockâ front of her which made her gasp in defeat as itâs too late, with even half a second to spare and cheat, she panicked and managed to land a âscissorâ and with that little game, you knew whoâs victorious and itâs goddamn you.Â
âI hate this game! Itâs unfair!!â Xiaoting whines and as expected, she rants out how rigged that game could be and how you âcheatedâ to get that desired prize as she frowns in front of you, her pouty yet disappointed expression still exuding such beauty that no one can come close.
âHow is it unfair? You even switched it up at the last second and ended up losing? Just accept your defeatââ
âUghh, fine! Fine, I willâŚâ Xiaoting brushes off your further continuation of fighting how sheâs on the wrong side as she doesnât want to hear anything that would just make things worseâitâs like sheâll lose anything of our decision, probably a good nightâs rest at her place, especially with you on her side. Knowing that investing onto another argument or another plea wonât make anything better since a deal is a deal and youâre just going to wait for time to tell the fate you have in store with and knowing how Xiaoting will take your upcoming proposition wholeheartedly, then itâll be just only a matter of time before it all unveils onto that anticipated abyss of wonders and desires.
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It never gets old between the both of you and the fact that youâve been holding this for a while now is surprising, knowing how insatiable Xiaoting can be at an times you lay your eyes on her as her vixen-like aura and her seductive nature is enough to make you lure in to your deepest desires, and itâs being fulfilled with multiple, sloppy kisses on her lips. You chase your delightful moments in every kiss that you make up with her, as much as the lustful need in you every time you tangle your tongue on hers as you went deeper, and Xiaoting, pulling out as sheâs running out of breath due to our audacious nature and aggressive actions towards her.
âWhy would you pull out, babe? Am I too much for you to handle?â
âNot reallâahh, ohh⌠right t-thereâŚâ Maybe youâre right or you could lean onto the opposite, knowing that the culprit would be the lack of oxygen would let those speculations set aside onto the correct verdict. You know how your lips are one of her ultimate weaknesses out of the many things you can elaborate as you let her know how your stupendous skills can make a girl like her fall under your spell within just mere seconds. You latch onto her deep, sharp collar bones that you always love worshiping, knowing how perfectly sculpted those are like the rest of her body, deemed to be drooled on a praised by only youâyou could be just the luckiest menace of them all, being gifted with such an angel being close to the epitome of perfection, from head to toe. You keep peppering that porcelain skin of hers with multiple kisses, running your lips down to her neck as she moans almost-inaudibly and incredibly sultry, voicing out her deep satisfaction towards your expertise.
âOh godâyou k-kiss me so wellâoh, so good!â
Hearing her constant compliments on your actions, you continue to pepper her with intimate kisses until you pull out right after, hearing her soft whimpers needing your lips to be attached onto her skin as soon as possible but you had enough, for now.Â
âIsnât my baby needy for me?â Your eyes demanded an answer escaping her lips right away, wanting her to unleash that living submissiveness inside her and youâll do it slowly, knowing how the beast inside her will be a little challenging to tame.Â
âY-YesâŚâ
Sheâs succumbing onto that state slowly as her eyes glistening with need and her soft, needy tone is enough of an evidence, luring her into falling under your spell and will not make her escape out of it. With her needy pleas and her body grinding greedily against yours, wanting to feel your touch, you canât seem to be convinced as thereâs few elements thatâs lacking from her constant pleas. âYes what, baby?â
âYes, pleaseâŚâ With Xiaotingâs constant pleas, you canât help but just fulfill her needs right at this moment but you need to unlock that beast inside of you with the magical word that will turn her world upside-down.Â
âYouâre getting there, baby~â You tease her porcelain skin with a gentle swipe of your fingers, running it down her neck and then up to her toned midriff, which you always love kissing and worth worshiping until the end of time. Xiaoting knows that she needs to crack the code within you, and with a clever mind and taking a few seconds of the clock for her to think about what could make that happen, she finally thought of that forbidden word and itâs only a matter of time until~
âYes I am, daddy.â
You never expected her to fail in any kind as sheâs cognizant as the way she is and itâs always impressive to see and even hear it all with utmost sincerity and need. With your face still inches away from her, such eye contact would let the other succumb onto the endearing stare of the other yet youâll change that, more likely, a commanding one as you live up with that, wanting Xiaoting to strip her clothing in front of you with class and skill like nobody can achieve. Maybe, you havenât seen anyone become on par with her skills, let alone surpassing her and youâll keep it that wayâitâs way phenomenal seeing Xiaoting doing the things sheâs great at and you wonât even bother thinking of another woman to do it for you. With her seductive gaze inviting you to strip her clothing with her, you wouldnât skip that opportunity as you do so, slowly removing the fur-like sleeves on her arms but before you completely strip it off her, you take some time to commend her flawless figure and her outfit perfectly complimenting each impeccable feature she has.
âThanks, d-daddyâreally l-loved this oneâŚâ
âYou know, as much as I want this on you, this would be better on the floor.â
Xiaotingâs lips curled up a sinister smirk as she invited you to make that âwishâ of yours come true, and it wouldnât take up much of your time until it became accomplished. She would aid herself for you to be comfortable, leaning onto you as she gives you such inviting and sultry moans, making yourself get riled up for her and you love it but you wouldnât be fazed with that as you continue stripping her. Her hands wouldnât be idle as she pulled her pants, down to her ankles and then onto the floor with a swift motion and god, those scrumptious, milky thighs on your sight is tempting to be voraciously kissed as hunger took over you yet you continue your work and with her top off, her slender, hourglass figure is now within your eyes to be blessed and you couldnât ask for more because of it.Â
Xiaoting is a work of art, sculpted by the gods to perfection as youâre the lucky man to handle and appreciate this masterpiece, maybe even use it until her legs give outâa sullied goddess, in your own books.Â
âGod, youâre fucking hot, Xiaotingâoh goshâŚâ You canât believe your eyes as it takes numerous gazes throughout her perfect figure, eyeing every inch and drooling on it like itâs a five-course mealâmaybe it may lie down onto the scope of similes but metaphorically, sheâs always the main course and you would love to devour her like a predator hungry for its prey. With her last bits of defense still within her body, concealing her true beauty, you asked Xiaoting if you can strip it off her and without any hesitations, she nodded as sheâs been longing for this for a while now.
âYou really love my body so much, hm, daddy?â Xiaoting doesnât even need to ask you about that because she already knows what your answer will be and itâs always readable, your eyes glistening with hunger over her is enough evidence.Â
Still busy admiring her scrumptious body and her drooling all over it, it took you seconds before you could respond as you flash a smile at her, making her feel delighted and truly loved by you. âOf course, babyâI love it all but daddyâs getting impatientâŚâ
Xiaoting runs her finger onto your clothed chest, up towards your shoulders as she rests her arms on it, and then utters such a seductive invitation letting you know how itâs going to start. âHave your way with me, daddyâIâd love what youâll make me doâŚâ
And as always, Xiaoting never laid a better invitation than that and she never fails to make you amazed and aroused. With all of that foreplay coming into its denouement, you commanded Xiaoting to get onto the bed as her naked body is now on display, ready to get used as she gets on all fours.
âThis is going to be funâŚâ
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âCount.â
âY-Yes, daddyâŚâ
Itâs maybe a newly profound kink of him, and maybe even you, considering that as you're guilty as he probably likes how your thighs jiggle with his mighty palm striking onto your butt with the force of a truck, and you love it. He knows how you love it so much, your eyes wonât even deny letting him know about that and under his own control, you completely submit yourself and let him have his way with you.
âDonât hold back, babyâlet it all out and count, do you understand?â
You nod frantically, not wanting to disappoint him as you wiggle your ass in front of him, inviting him to do the honors of the actions heâs been longing to doâ
*loud smack* âO-OneâŚâÂ
It was just the first one and itâs already rocking your world, sending your arousal up to the sky as his smacks are pleasurable, making your sensitivity peak at its finest. You could feel yourself getting wet with the thought of his hands spanking your butt harshly until itâs red as a tomato while ramming your tight cunt down and you canât wait for it to happen.
*another loud smack* âTwoâoh godâŚâ
Another one emanates around your ear as the crisp of its pristine sound sends your libido skyrocketing, probably filling the urge of him using you but you can sense and know how he wonât just pull the trigger this easilyâthe both you wanted this on the first place: you wanting this for a long time now and gains gratification from it and lastly, him wanting to tease you and thereâs no better way to do that with his palm printed onto your milky buttcheeks, going to be redder than a tomato.
*another loud smack* âT-Three⌠That feels so g-goodâŚâ
It may feel redundant but you love every second of it and will not even feel the hint of being tired of it because of his harsh actionsâyou wanted the pain anyways, as he knows how you derive pleasure from his spanks and the discordant sounds of it increasing your libido onto the roof, and makes you even wetter by multiple barrages of it.
*another loud smack* âF-Fourâf-fuck, daddyâŚâ
This time, it was way harder than the rest as you whimper in pain again because of his harshness, but gaining that genuine gratification as you love the pain and the pleasure mixing all up togetherâyouâre maybe a masochist because of how you derive intense pleasure, and you know heâs here to fulfill that at all costs. Even though you canât catch a glimpse of the hot sight of him doing such sinful things to you, you canât still brush the fact that your imagination reaches the furthest of its limits, capable of formulating the filthiest thoughts known to mankind.
*another loud, harsh smack* âFiveâo-ohh⌠too g-goodâahh~â
You keep voicing your own satisfaction alongside your ragged breaths between random intervals that puts him onto authority to further smack you until your butt is scarlet red but you can sense that he has better options in mind, the feral beast inside him wanting to be unshackled from its restraints, and youâd be the guest to let it be a wish come true.
âSuch a good girl for me, hm?â
You know heâs growing impatient, and you can sense it igniting in his eyes and you wouldnât dare to let him wait for another move preceding what he could command you.
âYes, daddyââ Your sultry voice invites him into falling down to his own, carnal desires and you know he wouldnât make the both of you wait for nothing as every second should be treasured. âânow will you fuck your good girl?â
Itâs up to him to write your fate, and youâll just relax yourself and find out what it would beâŚ
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It does tempt you into fulfilling her needs and itâs just a single strand before you break your shackling confines, and it wouldnât be long until you reach your primal desires. It wasnât your cup of tea to tease into oblivion but if she wanted that then so be it as foreplay plays an impressive role on someoneâs anticipation and her desires running like a roller coaster, all opting for the chase of fun and the freakiest frustrations of not being attended.
âPut it in, daddyâplease, ohh!â
Of course, another tease makes her weak, whimpering in need as she tightly grabs the bed sheets for a leverage to fight the profound pleasure that she's not experiencing. You continue swiping your finger onto her heated core as she cries in response, and it further skyrockets once you start stimulating her clit and with her small sounds being the fuel on your unstoppable lust, you wonât let her wait for more as you gave what she truly deserves.
With your hands caressing the soft, silky skin of hers, you grab her hips and position yourself into a state of bliss and within a single second, it all went uphill as you could just hear each otherâs groans emanating the wonders of such a great commencement of sex. You deliver shallow and leisure thrusts, aiming to just make her anticipate and savor every second of that blithe that she always loved. You continue peppering her neck with constant pecks as you muster such a sluggish pace, making her feel loved as you worship her and make her know how much you adore her.
âYou l-love kissing me, daddy?â
You smile at her question, and you know that she already has the knowledge about that question, but you would love to let her know about everything you love about her, more likely, verbally. âOf course, babyâhow could I not adore every inch of your perfect body?â
Well, sheâs not egoistic but she knows how perfect she is in your eyes and thatâs something that always wanted to hear, as it boosts her confidence in a great percentage and makes her feel the utmost care by you. Maybe the slow and redundant foreplay was getting on your nerves longer than you expected as you wanted to ruin her and Xiaoting herself would love the thought of that.
Maybe it wonât rely onto the cloud of thoughts as itâs now ascending into reality, pacing faster into a moderate speed where she constantly whimpered in need, your constantly ramming cock into her tightness becoming too much for her and of course she would request for an element to be added for the better experience for both parties.
âSpank my ass while you f-fuck me, daddyâoh god!â
Now averting your hands onto different places: your left hand swiftly fondling her perky breasts for better stimulation and your other hand already finding its way onto smacking that soft flesh in front of you, the rippling of it and the sound it reverberates around the room makes such an arousing sight that it further thrust you into her rapidly as she recoils a little from your harshness.
Who would have thought that a modest, sophisticated girl like her is invested in such a sinful, cruel act? Well, it wasnât emanating from her aura totally but you know how she subconsciously knows how hot and captivating of a woman she isâyouâre glad that sheâs yours and youâre the only one to have a sight of her alluring masterclass. Maybe itâs a faux conception knowing that Xiaoting doesnât exude such hotness if sheâs always being a little âpuffballâ, as you call her, but her other side is nothing compared to this and god, the next thing youâll know is that youâll be just riled up for her that the both of you will succumb to each otherâs needs and be the freakiest creatures known to mankind.
If it wasnât always the case about the latter, then you donât know what is because the both of you prove your points about that title.
Harsh spanks add up to the sea of cacophonous sounds that lingers around your ear, further fueling you to bring such hard poundings in aims to totally let her succumb to submission, and youâre nearing that goal with all of the stimulation youâre doing on her. Every whimper she exclaims with the pain youâre bestowing her just makes the sight rapidly hotter but you know it wasnât enough until her cheeks are scarlet red so you muster a new pattern of thrusting between spanks and using the other hand as a leverage by grabbing her hips harshly. The constant rhythm of your hips gradually increases over time, and so is your harsh treatment towards her but you want to add an incredible twist that will elevate the experience even more.
Xiaoting lets out series of cries as you pound her into the mattress, her arms able to give out with how much youâre treating her and then suddenly, you slow down immediately, catching her off-guard and for her to recovering a little as youâre selflessâyou wanted her to savor every moment whenever possible and not want her to reach her high too quickly even though you know how your cock can make her do that in a few minutes. With your sudden impeding, you could take a closer attention to admiring her scrumptious backside and the sexiest curves of her hourglass figure that you can drool on for days and wonât get tired of. This is also an exceptional time to let your hands be berserk and give her harsh barrages of spanks that makes her even wetter and even more whimpers that lets your cock twitch because of how soft and arousing her tone is.
âP-Please fuck me h-harder, daddyâoh gosh, s-so good!!â
Another resonating smack lingering around her ears as youâre a little infuriated with her pleas, making her writhe a little and cry in need of a better pace. âDonât tell me what to do, babyâŚâ
Her tightness is nearly suffocating but you don't care, not when a hot sight is just right in front of you as you resume on your frantic pace, making her moan uncontrollably to the point that she almost screams and itâs deafening but angelic. With all of the constant stimulation of your hands throughout her body and the pain youâre bringing in with such onslaught of smacks, it wouldnât be surprisingly to know if Xiaoting is going to reaching her high sooner than you expected as the constant constricting of her pussy and the juices seeping out of it are enough evidences to set herself near to the promised land. Now with her buttcheeks red with your hand printed on it, you gave her a small break and continue to double your efforts on pounding her tight cunt, letting her know how sheâs going to be having the paramount orgasm of her whole life and with a shuddering response escaping her lips, you knew itâs deemed to come into an end.
âShitâdaddy, Iâm gonna c-cum so soon!!â
She wanted this for so long and you wouldnât dare to put it in a halt and gave the reward that Xiaoting absolutely deserves. âThen cum, babyâcum all over my cockââ
It all went onto that singular point of bliss, releasing deafening screams of pleasure as she lets everything out around your ravaging length and with Xiaoting aiming to further elevate her orgasmic trance, she requested you still fuck her senseless on her orgasm as you do so, making her a wild, mindless mess just capable of uttering such sinful sounds. With your ruthless pace, Xiaoting kept whimpering on how she wants you to treat her harsher as you fulfill her wants, further hammering her tightness with such thrusts mustered to the highest velocity possible and with spanks with a force of a truck. After such breathtaking thrusts and a breakneck pace, you instantly calmed down the feral beast inside of you and gave her a leverage to recover, thrusting with such a sluggish pace as she catches her breath due to her orgasmic high.
âDaddy, t-that wasââ
âGood? Yes, baby, I knowââ You lean down to kiss her beautiful neck, and then course your way near her ear and continue her sentence. With your lips still worshiping the porcelain skin of hers, you let her know how great the experience was and showered her with compliments that definitely stroked her ego. ââbecause honestly, you felt great around my cock, babyâŚâ
Xiaoting lets out needy whimpersâmaybe even possibly smiling because of your complimentsâas you stroke her hair to make her feel your touch, your hips now ensuing a moderate pace, pumping into her but this time, itâs all full of affection and love and dismissing the harshness and greed like from earlier. Knowing yourself would be near your own high too, you wanted to save the best for the last as you warn Xiaoting that youâre going to pull out and let herself switch into a different position.
âBaby, turn around for me so I can fuck you while seeing your beautiful face.â
It was straightforward and she obliges immediately without any questions and even with the hint of frustration laced on her emotions, it wouldnât be long until you reward her with something exceptional as now is the time for another side of bliss. As she spun her figure around gracefully, her hands grabbed your shoulders as you immediately didnât waste any time teasing her and plunged your length deep inside her and god, sheâs still as tight as earlier and you wouldnât complain about that because thatâs what makes every second worth cherishing.Â
Your hands then coursed down on her waist, caressing it as your touch makes her writhe a little and it didnât bother you, continuing onto your desired precedence to reach your ultimate high. You pump your hips in her with aims to make her feel the utmost pleasure and how much you love her and with Xiaotingâs cleverness and the heat rising up onto its maximum scope, her hands didnât become idle and pulled your head towards her, initiating into a heated kiss. It was full of hunger and lust as the both of you kept on chasing the higher authority, battling for the dominant control over the other person as drool inevitably seeped out of your mouths with your tongues dancing around gracefully. The kiss eventually gets sloppier and more heated and so are your ramming thrusts, pistoning onto a velocity unable for anyone to comprehend and it wouldnât take long before you achieve your long-anticipated high with that familiar tingle in your loins.
Wanting to savor the last moments before your peak, you initiated a new rhythm as you gave up on a ridiculous pace in exchange for more powerful thrusts, as every time you do it, her thighs jiggle like jelly and thatâs why you love such slow-paced thrusts that aims to strike harderâmaybe the accumulation of such force on hammering her tight cunt is wonderful and it wouldnât be long until you achieve something that youâve been longing for.
âArenât y-you close, daddy?â
You chase your breath as you became too focused on peppering her neck with kisses and fucking her into oblivion that it took your seconds before you responded back, âIâm pretty close, babyââ, and instantly you kissed her lips again as you looked at her endearingly, full of fervor as you muttered such saccharine-filled words, ââI love you so muchâŚâ
That made Xiaoting realize how sincere everything was and she always knew it, but she never felt this much adrenaline and affection as she canât help but smile sincerely as you continue hammering her and chasing that peak of yours. âI love you too, daddyâmore than anything in this world.â
You pulled Xiaoting into another heated kiss as you buried your entire length in this, filling her up to the hilt as she let out muffled moans onto your lips but didnât let herself faze on her grand prize, continuing on deepening the torrid kiss. You fill her up as you grab her waist tightly, almost forming into an embrace in order for a better leverage on dumping everything inside her. You groan between your heated kisses with Xiaoting as everything is just now in a complete state of bliss, every spurt worth treasuring as the constriction of her walls makes the pleasure worth your while and maybe even extending your orgasm. When you feel that everything has been toned down, you then palm her shoulders and pulled out slowly, Xiaoting catching her breath because of such a heated kiss initiated by you and god, what an incredible it is to see her pussy full of your cum, and some of it dripping and onto the sheets they stainâyou suppose you would need a new mattress considering how much she spurted ner nectar all over the place and maybe, that would be the case.
âOhh, itâs s-so much, daddyâŚâ Xiaoting moans in satisfaction as she can feel the warmness of your seed that fills every inch of her velvety walls, and some are even seeping out of her lips. She took this as an opportunity to scoop out a sample and tasted it and as expected, she was delighted to let her taste buds orchestrate the final verdict of its delectability. âItâs salty and sweetâI love it, daddyâŚâ
You smile because of her satisfaction being voiced out verbally, and with that, it makes you feel that everything was worth both your whiles and thereâs nothing you could ask for more when itâs already been fulfilled.
âYou felt so good, baby andââ You caressed Xiaotingâs cheeks and looked at her endearingly again, feeling affectionate and thankful with the greatness she's bestowed you and being such a good girl for you. ââglad you loved me filling you up.â
âI love your harshness too, daddyâeverything is just perfectâŚâ Itâs a little surprising that she can still articulate words that she shouldnât but she got stamina for days so her recovery would be pretty quick. You know the nightâs getting older but you know thereâs more ways to enjoy everything you could think of but for now, a good nightâs rest would not be bad as you can feel your drowsiness slowly taking over you untilâ
*notification pops up*
Yujinâs gonna see you tomorrow and youâre fucked upâŚ
Well, was this all a mistake? Youâd consider this as one but maybe this wonât be and all you can do is to prepare onto something thatâs the last thing you want to deal withâher.
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NANAMI KENTO SPICY HEADCANONS
Includes: fem!reader; inappropriate usage of showers and inaccurate depiction of shower shreks (water ain't lube, hons); unprotected piv; praising; + a bit more add-ons (headcanons, duh)
Note: should've been less detailed but i messed up halfway and it looks like a fic if you squint (oops?). anywho, thank my bestie, she buzzed off my ears 'bout this man and made this happen. (also not betaread) @cafekitsune and @saradika - banners âĄ
⥠Nanami Kento is a busy man. So his world precisely revolves around his job as a sorcerer. So does his free time. Whenever he gets home, he's too exhausted to indulge into anything but sleep.
⥠Although, he's not opposed to taking a hot steamy shower or a relaxing bath with you. It's only logical - practical AND pleasant. Two birds, one stone. Quick and easy quality time.
⥠That's what he hoped for before he found his mind wandering places when your hands started massaging shampoo into his scalp.
⥠Steam fogging up the glass shower doors; hot streams washing off soapy foam down your naked form; your glistening eyes searching for his and that tender smile that he cherishes so much...
⥠Yeah, his mind was in the gutter straight away and refused to crawl out from that pit. And he knows that's on him, because it's been way too long since the last time both of you spent some actual quality time together. Better fix this now than never, right?
⥠His touches are slow and gentle as his hands start to roam free, fingertips caressing your skin with utmost care. Nanami's heart flutters as you softly sigh close to his ear.
⥠That gives him the confidence to take it up a notch and glide his hands down to cup your rear; your sweet mewls shortly turning into whimpers as you crook your head to the side, giving him access to leave teasing nibbles on your neck.
⥠It's not long before you feel his hardened length between your thighs as he deliberately rocks his hips into yours.
⥠The sound you made afterwards made him softly hiss through gritted teeth.
⥠Normally he'd choose a different (read as more secure, because he's intolerant to bullshit) place, but with the way you cling to him now, he decides to indulge into such a messy activity as shower sex. After all, he's got places to be tomorrow, so he needs to wake up early. Two birds, one stone yet again.
(This man is practical and rational from the top of his head down to his toenails, what did you expect?)
⥠You gasp when his cock starts to slide back and forth between your thighs, teasing your clit. Your pussy clenches over nothing as you let out a needy whine into his shoulder.
⥠"Shh, baby. It's okay." His voice is a bit raspy as he coos in your ear, caressing your sides. "Let me take care of you."
⥠Another gasp escapes from you as he scoops you into his arms and lifts you up by your hips. Your legs instinctively wrapping around him, so do your arms to support your weight on him.
(But, frankly, that much is not needed. Nanami can lift you up with a single hand and still be able to sip his morning coffee with a straight face.)
⥠With his tip now pushing past your entrance, he lets out a shaky breath; his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment. The sight is divine, least to say; and you'd gladly enjoy it all day long but the way his cock slowly stretches your velvety walls makes your vision blurry.
⥠You squirm and pant into the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens ever so slightly while he slides all the way in.
⥠There's a pause as he lets you adjust to the feeling, whispering so sweetly in your ear it almost melts your brain into mush.
⥠That man will be giving you a praise kink of the century, there's ZERO debate here. And a simple "good girl" won't cut it either.
⥠He'll shower you in praises for how well you're taking him, for how delightful your moans are, for how cute the blush spreads across your cheeks and neck. Basically, anything his senses pick up on, he'll put on a pedestal.
⥠His thrusts are slow, deep, and so fucking sensual it almost feels like a torture. Of pleasure, obviously. Doesn't dismiss the fact you crave more and make it know as you pull him into the kiss by the back of his neck.
⥠He catches your moans with his lips, savors them like candy. It heats up every nerve in his body, makes his muscles tense as he picks up the pace.
⥠How can he not provide his sweet girl with what she truly wants? Denying you of anything feels so wrong that he can't help but indulge into it all over again.
(Is it a flock of birds, one giant rock now? Probably is.)
⥠He's definitely panting. Maybe even whimpers a bit, but the sound is muffled by your lips on his and hushed by the shower, so you can't really be sure.
⥠What you can be sure of, though, is that familiar knot forming in your core. And that feeling gradually increases with each grind of his. There's quite a bit more force to it now, so that previous tenderness is replaced by pure passion.
⥠There's no escaping a headcanon of Nanami guiding you through your orgasm. Because he definitely does so.
⥠"That's it, just a little more. You can do this, baby." AND "You're so precious. Let me hear those pretty sounds, come on."
⥠SPEAKING OF WHICH, definitely tries to maintain eye contact as you finish.
⥠He wants to feel as your walls clench around him, wants to hear you gasp a choked moan, he craves to watch you crumble on his cock.
⥠That sets him off more than anything as he follows you shortly after, spilling inside you with an ecstatic grunt.
⥠Normally, he'd pull out for sure. But since you're already in the shower, why not to indulge into yet another shower session? But this time, it's your turn to be on the receiving end.
⥠After a short cock warming session as you both try to catch your breath.
(And who knows, maybe this time he'll be able to contain himself and actually just do a simple mundane activity and not waste water for half an hour.)
(Fingers crossed, but the bill will be enormous either way.)
⥠Nanami would definitely kiss your jaw/line of pulse lazily and nibble on your neck.
⥠Praising is obviously a part of aftercare as well, how can he set that aside??
⥠Would leave a gentle peck on the sweet spot just below your ear.
"Now, now, darling. Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
⥠EXTRA âĄ
⥠Missionary is his "to go to", because that way he can witness every little change in your expression.
⥠He's leaning closer to vanilla tbh.
⥠BUT, if he's frustrated, there will be a quickie on his desk.
⥠Dead ass will ruin you. Your hips will be sore for a week.
(Everything will be sore since we're at it.)
⥠Not to mention there WILL be hair pulling. (I see you, horny people. I know what you want.)
⥠Aftercare now involves him doing everything in his power to soothe you.
⥠Will definitely think you're sobbing because he hurt you, when, on the contrary, that was pure bliss.
⥠Remind that man of it, he tends to forget that vanilla isn't the only thing that exists.
⥠High chance he adores watching you please yourself. Both with fingers and toys.
⥠Hey, he knows you'd rather feel full on his cock, but he's not opposed to teasing.
⥠He might be pure vanilla (hello cookie run lmao), but even so, Nanami can add some spice to your shared love life once in a while.
⥠Especially when it involves giving you the best of times. (Yes, with teasing too.)
⥠SUKUNA RYOMEN ⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO âĄ
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snowy mountains & hot baths â op81
you, oscar, and an empty spa can only lead to one thing.
genre: very short smut đś
pairing: oscar piastri x female reader
warnings: uhhh public sex.... unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it yall!!
author's note: happy valentines day :) wish i had oscar here to celebrate with me... anyway. idk about this one guys đŤ đŤ started out alright but then i hated half of it so i deleted it and rewrote it but it just got worse. and i know that if i don't just post it rn, i will likely procrastinate and never end up posting it at all. yay. hope u enjoy anyway! i also have another oscar fic done that's at least a bit better than this lol.
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a low groan leaves oscar's lips when he dips his feet in the warm water. he instantly turns around, eyes finding you standing by the door you've just walked through to get to this outdoor area of the spa. he holds his hand out towards you, beckoning for you to step closer.
"it feels so good," he promises, gaze following your every move as you let your robe slide down your arms. his eyes widen when you reveal your newly bought bikini â papaya orange, of course â and a shudder passes through his body at the sight of the tiny material trying it's best to cover you up.
he thanks all the gods he can think of that there's no one else around.
goosebumps grow across your skin now that you're exposed to the sub-zero temperatures, toes curling in the short layer of snow on the deck. you stroll over to him, making sure to let your hips sway a little extra with every step because you know he's watching and you know what he's thinking. the sight of him gulping as his eyes wander up and down your body can only mean one thing.
taking his hand in yours, you let him pull you into the water with him, letting out a content sound when the water envelops your legs and brings the temperature of your body up again. oscar gives your hand a squeeze and leans back, his back hitting the water as he submerged into it. you dive in right after him, making a few strokes beneath the surface before coming up for air again. your hands come up to wipe away the water from your face, before brushing over your hair and tying it up in a messy bun on top of your head.
"this is just what i needed," your boyfriend says, drawing out an agreeing hum from you. it's been a long day â a long week, really â filled to the brim with skiing, hot chocolate drinking, skiing, cable car-rides, and then more skiing. oscar doesn't usually get a lot of time off work, and when he does, he wants to make the most of it. and as his partner, he thinks you should be doing the same, and that's why he's woken you up in the early hours every morning this last week, practically bouncing from how much he aches to go out in the swiss alps yet again.
the hot tub is big enough to swim around in, but oscar makes his way to the side and sits down on the built-in seat, arms stretching out and resting on the edge of the pool. you swim over to him, easily slipping onto his lap and letting your hands rest on his shoulders. oscar tenses up when you sit on him, and you're not surprised by the length already poking up at you â he's just a man, after all â but you decide not to do anything to acknowledge it just yet.
"it's really beautiful here, don't you think?" you ask, looking to your side. the sun has only just set, so the little village isn't completely dark yet. the moon above your heads casts a soft hue over the mountains you've spent all week conquering, stars twinkling among the tops.
"not as beautiful as you, though." there's barely any lightning out here other than the little candles scattered across the floor, but you see the fire in oscar's gaze clearly when you look back at him. he's staring at you like you're the most perfect work of art, the most beautiful thing to ever exist â and your expression matches his, because he truly is your favorite thing to look at in the world. your heart flutters at the contrast between how cute he looks with a few locks of his long fringe curling along his forehead, and how incredibly sexy his body looks with the little droplets of water decorating his muscular chest. he's just stunning.
"you really did a great job with planning and booking all of this, you know," you start. "i may have complained quite a bit when you dragged me out of bed at six am, but... it's all been perfect."
your hands find the space just below his jaw, and it takes all of your strength not to blatantly stare at his thick neck when you feel the muscles under your touch.
"well, perfect except for the fact that my legs are so sore right now."
oscar chuckles at this confession, hands leaving the edge of the pool and dipping into the water instead. "let me help you out with that, then..."
a jolt of electricity shoots down your spine when his palms meet your bare thighs, fingers pressing into the skin and stroking you softly. your eyes flutter closed, loving every second of his massage and growing hotter when his hands make their way further and further up. it doesn't take long before oscar can't hold back anymore, reaching up to press his lips against yours.
you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself further towards him, your crotch brushing against his as a result. the moan he lets out is so hot that you instinctively begin grinding down against him, wanting to hear more.
oscar gets the hint, but finds himself reaching for your shoulders, holding you back as he leans out of the kiss. your lips chase after him, a frown taking over your face when he doesn't give in. you open your eyes to look at him.
"are you sure... that you want to..." oscar's voice is low but genuine; he knows you aren't a fan of exhibitionism, and that these situations usually only make you uncomfortable.
but the look in your eyes is impossible to misinterpret. "there's no one around..."
he looks around the area once more just to make sure. choosing to go to the spa at 8pm, the exact time when the restaurant at the hotel was the most crowded, was oscar's best idea yet.
he doesn't say anything else. he just grabs the back of your neck, pushing you down to his lips yet again. it's more rushed now, messy kisses pressed against your lips and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip hastily. his other hand caresses all the way down your back, gives your butt a quick squeeze, and then moves to your front instead. his fingers trace the edge of your bikini before dipping inside of it, finding your clit with ease.
your upper body is completely leaning onto him by now, little sounds slipping past your lips as he starts drawing circles onto your already sensitive bud. in no time, he's slipped past your clit, one finger sliding into your core and pumping you a couple of times before being joined by another finger. you can't help but clench around him, exhaling into the kiss.
"please, oscar..." you whine against his lips, and oscar nods, pulling out of you and breaking the kiss. he holds your hips away a little to make space for his hand undoing the knot that holds up his swim trunks, before pulling his dick out of them. he lifts you up, fingers pushing your bikini bottoms to the side but pausing when his tip meets your core. he waits for your nod of consent before finally entering you.
the water helps him glide into you, a throaty moan rumbling from his throat when he bottoms you out. he doesn't give you even a second to adjust, hands on your hips pulling you up before sinking you onto him again.
"fuck," he lets out, throwing his head back when you start to roll your hips against his. "you feel so good..."
you lean forward, forehead resting on the bend of his neck as you bounce up and down on him. your hands move to the back of his head, fingers getting lost in his locks, and it doesn't take long before your movements get sloppier. you gasp when oscar begins thrusting up into you, meeting your downward movements in a steady rhythm.
his grip on your hips grows firmer, rough fingers pressing into your skin and surely leaving marks for tomorrow. he's getting closer, too â you can tell by the string of moans he's letting out in between a bunch of swearwords â and you use your last bit of energy to pick up your pace and help him out. your walls contract around him when you come, and you feel him reach his own high not long after, twitching and shooting into you as you ride out your orgasms.
his hands are more gentle now, brushing up and down your back and following the bumps of your spine. when you finally gain the energy to speak, your words vibrate against his skin. "well, we're never coming back to this spa again." you lean back slightly, looking up at him for the first time in a while. "or the town, for that matter."
his blissed-out eyes meet yours, soft and glossy as he raises his eyebrows. "why's that?"
his flushed cheeks make him look so innocent, but his heaving chest tells another story. "did you not see the cameras?" you question.
"oh, you think we're the first ones to do this here?" you gasp at his wording, splashing some water his way. he laughs. "what, do you really? i reckon this happens here at least once every day. maybe even more."
"oscar!"
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Can I request prompt #32 with Mammon?! Where the brothers are doing their usual teasing of Mammon and it finally gets to him. He then goes to MC for comfort! Maybe cuddling involved? đ
thank you! of course you can :)
i love a good hurt comfort with mammon
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prompt 32 w/ Mammon
You loved the brothers, no doubt. Youâd all formed unbreakable bonds and you spent lots of time together. They loved each other too. But at the end of the day, they were demon who really did treat each other as siblings. They were downright cruel to each other at times. You understood to some degree, but you and your siblings never went that far. You would get into a loud argument, but about ten minutes later, be good friends again and give each other a helping hand. Maybe thatâs how the brothers expected their relationship to be, but it felt like more times than not, they took things a little too far.
It was oddly quiet in the house. You and Lucifer were sitting in his room together. He was doing paperwork, while you tried planning the latest shenanigan that Diavolo had proposed. You occasionally asked him for advice or his opinion on something. From time to time, the two of you would randomly start to chat about things that happened to come to mind. It was nice to work in silence, but it did leave you questioning what the rest of the household was doing.
âDo you think I should try plan the venue set up around the ice sculpture, or the games? If the sculpture was in the center, it would definitely help elevate the overall elegance, but the games are the whole point of the event. Iâm not really sure what Diavolo was thinking asking me to plan a classy, but fun event. Itâs very him though, I will say.â You stared blankly at the paper you were sketching on. It was rather crude, but it was only the first draft.
Lucifer remained silent for a second. âPlan around the games. The sculpture can be at the far end of the venue. Still center, but helps put the focus on what Lord Diavolo wanted. Besides, who know what kinds of games he wants to plan? The more room the better.â Lucifer didnât look up from his work, but you could tell heâd thought hard about what youâd said.
âThanks. Youâre right.â You went back to sketching, making note of what he said off to the side with your other little notes. The two of you sat in silence for a little while longer, before Lucifer spoke up again.
âItâs awfully silent. I think Iâm going to go check up on everyone.â He abruptly got up. You had been thinking the same thing.
âAlright, Iâll stay here for now I think. If you have any issues, call me.â You had a few ideas you wanted to get down, alas you forget them.
âIâll be back shortly.â He shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in his room. You thought about snooping a little, but that would be a breach of his privacy. Besides, how many people could say they were trusted so much so by Lucifer himself that they were left alone in his room? You continued to work, jotting down ideas that came to mind to bring up with Diavolo and Barbatos later.
When you finally looked up, you realized Lucifer still wasnât back. With that, you got up and decided to look for him. He hadnât called for you, but knowing him, he wouldnât even if there was something wrong. The house was still silent. It gave you an icky sort of dread. Something was wrong. You grew more and more panicked by the minute, throwing open every door in the house in search of anybody, but to no avail. The last place you could think to check was outside.
Fortunately, they were all out there.
Unfortunately, some kind of conflict seemed to be happening.
You struggled to take in everything that happening, But, the first thing you zeroed in on was Mammon. He strangely wasnât part of whatever was happening. He was sitting on the ground, head hanging and looking defeated. Ignoring everyone else, you quickly made your way over to him and knelt beside him. He didnât even turn to acknowledge you.
âMammon?â You took his hand, but you still got no reaction. You gently took his face in your other hand and turned it towards you. Youâll never forget the expression on his face. It was devoid of the joy and that smile you were so used to seeing. Instead, it was blank. It was eerie seeing him with a blank slate of an expression. He looked without looking, as if he didnât even register you were there. âMams. Letâs go inside.â You didnât know what happened, but that could wait. Right now, you knew he needed to be away from the ongoing argument. They were so into the fight, they didnât even notice the two of you leaving.
After you shut the door behind you, the din was deafened. No wonder you didnât realize they were outside. You led Mammon back up to his room and locked the door behind the both of you. You knew he had some snacks and drinks in his mini fridge in case you needed them. You sat him down, and threw one of the blankets youâd left in his room around his shoulder. âWhat happened?â Now that the two of you were alone, you figured he might be more receptive to you.
Mammon turned to look at you: the most reaction youâd see out of him so far. He stared at you, and you held his hand comfortingly. He gazed at you, still with a mostly blank expression. âYer too good to me.â He finally spoke.
âYou deserve it. I donât think I could imagine my life without you.â You were a little confused where all of this was coming from, making you wonder what might have happened.
âWell, my brothers could. They donât need me.â He looked away from you again.
âWhat are you talking about? Of course they need you. This family wouldnât be complete without you. Youâre the great Mammon.â You tried to lift his spirits, but it didnât seem to work.
âYaâd think differently if you didnât see me so positively. Iâm a piece of scum.â You lent forward a little, trying to meet his eyes, but he fully turned away. He gripped your hand tighter. You sunk back into your chair, but he didnât move back to how he was before.
âWhatâd they say?â You move his hand and held it to your chest.
âThey told me I was a stain on the family and I didnât deserve my title. That all I did was make their life harder. They said it in the heat of the argument, so maybe they didnât mean it, but Iâm starting to thing theyâre right.â You felt your heart throb for him. It seemed as if he was past the point of tears, because you saw none now and before. He seemed almost numb to it all. If you didnât know him, youâd just assume he was tired. But you did. And you knew just what you needed to say to try and help.
âYouâre Mammon. You fought beside Lucifer and earned your spot fair and square. They might not see what makes you special, but I do.I got to know you much more recently than they did, but weâre so close. Did you ever stop to wonder why? Youâre so sweet and loving to me, even early on. It was really great to know I could trust someone in this new and scary world. To me, youâre perfect. I donât care what anyone else says. Youâre my first demon, after all.â You spoke from the heart. âYou light up my world, Mams. Iâm really glad I met you.â While he was still facing away from you, you felt the grip on your hand soften a little.
âDo ya really think that?â He seemed tentative with his words, as if you might take them back any second.
He still seemed unsure, so you continued. âThink of it this way. Every choice you ever made led you here, and the same goes for me. Even if every choice was a bad one, which they werenât, we still ended up here, together. You make my life better, and if I need to tell you it a million times, I will.â
âReally?â He finally turned back to look at you. His eyes were still free to tears, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
âOf course I do. Why else would I be here with you right now?â With that, Mammon tackled you into a hug. You playfully screamed, but hugged him back. He needed it. You let him have his moment, and the two of you remained snuggled up in your blanket on his bed. He rolled over, so you were on top of the cuddle hug now.
âI canât be suffocating my human, now can I?â His signature smile was back. You were glad you were able to help him. Youâd do anything for that smile.
âPrime example of you being sweet.â You laughed as he threw the blanket over your head. As much as he tended to deny it, he truly did love his human. You picked him up during times likes this and supported him no matter what, even when he tended to act prickly with his emotions. You were just what he needed in his life.
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dark star!johnny cage > against the world
what it's like dating the evil version of hollywood's golden boy. it's not all fun and games, even if that's how he sees it
warnings: lowkey abusive relationship like just straight up. yandere. lil smutty but nothing horrifically graphic.
notes: listened to "wrap me in plastic" and "watch me work" while writing LMFAO also please god the coat stays ON âźď¸âźď¸âźď¸âźď¸ hes so scrummy i need him biblically
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part 2* / part 3* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*
â˘first of all, dark star!johnny is so incredibly emotionally immature. he's a whiny bastard fr. hell hath no fury like a white man that's in the wrong during an argument with his girlfriend
â˘"baaaabe what's wrong?? it was just a joke!" after he says you're a 6/10 compared to a model on his phone. ZERO awareness.
â˘WALL PUNCHER. IM JUST BEING HONEST. your beautiful pale pink walls have so many shoulder-height white patches from you having to fix the wall every time his water has an inadequate amount of cucumber slices.
â˘he's got the same upbringing as the better johnny, shitty dad and dead mom. he just never really knew how to cope with it. equally as famous as his counterpart, he prefers throwing punches in action flicks. he's just somehow more of a dick about it.
â˘pampered to holy hell between shots, all relaxed in his chair with his name embroidered on it while one woman tends to his makeup, another to his hair, a third feeding him water. it's how he wants it to be, he needs to be perfect. he is perfect.
â˘spends like two hours getting ready, most of the time is spent on his hair. you tell him it'd be more efficient to trim it down a couple inches but he likes the way it flops over. you also like the way it falls in front of his face during his stunts. he's just so effortlessly sexy.
â˘uses his height and physique to his advantage. he loves backing you into corners and looming above you menacingly to watch you squirm, flustered. his large sunglasses reflect your pathetic little face.
â˘now with you, he loves to show you off, but not enough for you to steal the spotlight. you're his favorite little accessory that hangs off his arm. he chooses your outfits when you make public appearances. INSISTS on matching all the time. misty blue dress with gold jewelry to match his obnoxiously large coat.
â˘the good johnny plays things up for the camera and saves the sweetness for behind closed doors. dark star!johnny doesn't know when to turn off "camera mode." bro will not be sweet with you unless it gets him brownie points after he fucks up.
â˘he's so unfair. women fawn over him constantly and he smiles all smugly and leans into their touches. but if a man so much as looks at you for more than a couple seconds, he's beating the guy in moments.
â˘hates it when you find joy in other people. he will constantly fill you with thoughts that everyone will leave you one day for one reason or another, and that you should feel lucky that a world famous actor wants you.
â˘will make you turn against people you hold dear, he cuts them out of your life so they can't influence you like he does. this man is a smooth talker and hardcore manipulator that'll leave you anxious when you talk to anyone but him. he has you thinking everyone's out to get you.
â˘"come on baby, you really think they'd love you like i do? don't be delusional. it's just you and me against the world, you got it?"
â˘you guys have had so many public scandals, you're the main source of income for the TMZ employees.
â˘sex tape here, public screaming match there
â˘speaking of which this dude FUCKS. HARD. :3
â˘johnny will literally pound you into oblivion whenever he pleases. he prefers doggystyle so he can use your hair as leverage. sometimes he reaches forward and holds your jaw, chest pressed against your back as he mercilessly fucks you. he totally gets himself off on your pathetic moans.
â˘records it every time. partially to jerk off to later, partially as leverage against you.
â˘"you like that?" he'll ask in that low growl, somehow hitting even deeper. "nobody can fuck you like i do. so don't even fucking think about leaving - ngh -"
â˘after an argument, you'll find gorgeous purses or necklaces on your shared vanity. not because he's sorry, but because he knows you'll forget about how annoying he can be when he shells out a couple thousand on a gift for you.
â˘you could honestly probably do better, but who's gonna say no to johnny cage?
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