#IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?? TO HOOK UP W SOMEONE ATTRACTIVE? AND FOR IT NOT TO BE A THING? HOLY FUCK BRO

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I JUST WANNA FUXK AAAAAAAAAAH

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Let me show you

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: experienced!Heeseung x inexperiencedf!reader

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𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: smut, fuckboy!Heeseung, swearing, reader in denial of her feelings for Hee, reader also kind of oblivious, Heeseung is DOWN BADDD, jealousy if you look close enough, Heeseung is still a sweatheart, pet names (baby, darling, etc.), (neck) kissing, grinding/dry humping, very slight restraints, boob sucking, hair pulling, teasing, big dick Heeseung, oral (m and f receiving), praise, face painting, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare w gentleman!Heeseung, lmk if I missed anything

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'She was soo good, y/n. I'm telling you if she even breathes in my direction I'd 100% fuck her again,' Heeseung shamelessy confesses to you. Heeseung and you have been friends since middle school and you're both now well into college. You've finally hit the age and stage where you openly talk about your sex lifes. Well... Heeseung's sex life.

It's not that you're an unattractive woman, in fact most of your female friends praise how amazing you look in every outfit, hype you up when you need it and all in all let you know you're very attractive.

Guys just haven't seemed to notice. Or at least, not many guys. You've been on a date or two, kissed a guy, even made out with someone, but that's it. You've never had sex, never given or received head, fuck you've never even touched a clothed penis.

Hearing all these stories from your friends kills your curious nature, '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥?' It's so bad that it's come to the point you're considering asking Heeseung to show you. I mean, he's your friend, you trust him and there are no feelings involved. It'd be a teaching moment for you and just another night for Heeseung.

Eventually you always pushed away that thought. It was just a stupid idea you had when you were horny and you chose Heeseung because he's the most attractive out of all your male friends. The first time had to be with someone you were actually into. Still, for some reason you felt the need to make him aware of your... situation.

'Hey Hee,' You shyly start. 'Mmh?' He says as he's staring at his phone, probably looking through his texts to see who to hook up with next. 'Have you never noticed I don't share my sex stories?' He stops and looks at you, 'Yeah, but I assumed you just didn't feel comfortable sharing.' 'Actually... I, I'm a virgin.'

Heeseung drops his phone in response. His eyebrows are raised and eyes so wide he looks like a deer in headlights, 'What??' 'I know it's embarrassing! I just, UGH!' You scream before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it, not being able to bare the embarrasment and too scared to make eye contact with Heeseung again.

A gentle force takes away the pillow you use to hide your face, Heeseung's face replacing the darkness of the pillow. His eyes soft, empethatic. 'Y/n, are you serious?' 'Yes and it's embarrassing, I don't even know why I told you, just forget it,' You ramble. You only had thoughts of telling Heeseung, not actually expecting you to have the balls to say it, and most certainly not Heeseung getting so close to you after your confession.

It'd have been a lot easier if he had just laughed in your face, whether it was because he didn't believe it or because he can totally understand why. Him just being a couple centimeters away from you was not what you had expected. It switched something inside you. You saw him from a different perspective, literally.

You'd never saw him as anything but your friend. Heeseung who was kind, Heeseung who made fun of you, Heeseung who took care of you when you needed someone. You never read into it too much. Why would you? He never confessed his feelings to you and it seemed like he was thinking of the next woman to fuck whilst still laying in bed with the previous woman.

But now that he's so close, you can almost look into his soul. The playboy facade almost seems to fade right in front of your eyes. However you quickly push it away. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.

He snaps you out of your thoughts when a hand lands on your cheek, 'Did you hear what I asked you?' You were so in your thoughts you didn't even notice Heeseung asking you a question. 'N-no, sorry.' With a smile, his beautiful smile, he asks again, 'Have you ever kissed before?' 'Oh god yes I have! I'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 inexperienced!'

'Good, a pretty girl like you deserves appreciation.' Your cheeks flush, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺? Heeseung clearly sees your confusion and just laughs. 'You're just fucking with me! You fuckboys always say stupid shit like that!' You push him away, lowkey mad about the fact he'd play with your feelings in such an intimate moment.

Heeseung repositions himself next to you and you quickly grab a pillow to hug, both for you comfort and defense from Heeseung. 'I would never joke about that. Not when it comes to you.' Your head snaps to him, 'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' 'Oh baby, please don't tell me you're that oblivious?' What??????

'You remember all those late nights where we would watch movies together freshman year of college because you felt homesick? God I can still remember all the songs in Mamma Mia.' 'What does that have to do with this?' 'Do you really think I'd do that with anyone else? I even cancelled bro nights with the boys to spend time with you.' 'But why are you in other women's bed every weekend?' You completely ignore the fact he basically confessed to liking you, only the other women he's been with occupy your mind.

'Because I've been waiting for you.' 'Heeseung what are you even SAYING right now?' You stand up, creating space between you two. Nothing is making sense right now. 'Y/n, I've had feelings for you since the day we met. Those feelings are still very strong, but I never dared telling you about them. I saw the way you were talking with other guys and just assumed you were hooking up, no strings attached with others and you just didn't feel comfortable telling me. So I did the same, but trust me, I wish it was you every time.'

The only thing you can do is throw your hands up to you head. Your mouth is hanging open but nothing is coming out. Everything is slowly starting to make sense. 'Why didn't you say anything?' You finally get out. All Heeseung does is stare at you. He studies your face, your body language, he's studying 𝘺𝘰𝘶. But not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. Like he's been waiting for this moment for so long and it's unfolding even better than he could have ever imagined.

'Heeseung, please talk!' You almost get frustrated, feeling tears in your eyes as you feel both confused, relieved and scared. He stands up, walks over to you and puts his hands on your waist. 'I'm sorry baby,' is all he says before he leans in to kiss you. Only he doesn't close the distance.

'Is this okay, darling?' You nearly melt into his touch as he moves one hand to your cheek and smiles. The kiss starts soft. Initially long and slow touches of your lips turn into more hungry motions as you both realise you're actually kissing each other and this isn't just a dream.

After years of yearning and denial, you're finally kissing.

And it feels good. Heeseung naturally takes the lead, licking your bottom lip as to ask for permission. You grant him that permission immediately, going in to grab his cheeks to prepare yourself for the lightheadedness he's going to give. Because if there's one thing you've learned about Heeseung's stories, it's that he knows how to kiss.

The kiss grows deeper. Heeseung pushes his lips into yours like he's a starved man. His tongue desperately searching for yours and once there's a steady, consistent rythm to your dancing tongues, something clicks in him.

Both his hands travel down to your ass and, without warning, lifts you up. A small shriek escapes out of your mouth ahead of you wrapping your legs around Heeseung. He leads the both of you back onto your bed. He very gently lays you on your back, as if you're made of marble and ready to crack at movement a little too harsh.

You wrap your arms around Heeseung's neck, letting him know you never want to change the scenery. Heeseung is so turned on by how beautiful you look under him, completely his and not wanting anything else that he's starting to moan in your mouth and slowly grind against your crotch. You push him slightly away, looking at him with large eyes, unsure of what to make of this situation.

Heeseung gets the hint and looks at you with concerned eyes, 'Is this too fast, baby?' You shake your head, gulping loudly. 'I've just never done more than making out,' you start, 'I've only kissed and made out with like 3 guys, never anything more.' 'Not even this?' He says as he presses his erection into your heat. You gasp and that's enough confirmation for Heeseung.

'Are you okay with us doing this?' Sweet Heeseung, always making sure you're okay and comfortable ever since the beginning. You nod, 'I actually... kind of want you to be my first.' Noticing his confusion you continue, 'I've been thinking about, you know, this, a lot and if I had to choose someone to do it with, I'd choose you.'

The smile that slowly creeps up Heeseung's lips give you butterflies, and not just in your stomach. 'Really?' He asks in that attractive ass expression, his eyebrow raised, a light smirk and slight sparkly eyes. You nod shyly, biting your lip to prevent yourself from saying something any more stupid. 'Well, baby, I'll make sure you won't regret this.'

Before he can resume the intimate kiss, you still slightly push him away, looking at him with doe-eyes, 'Is this gonna change us?' 'I better fucking hope it will.' The kiss picks back up right where it left off, except that it feels more intimate.

Heeseung's hands start to roam your body, starting at your cheeks, slowly going down and eventually landing on your boobs. He can feel your perky nipples through your shirt and it's making his buldge grow even tighter. 'Off,' he demands and you comply, taking your shirt off swiftly, making your tits bounce.

Sounds of you two kissing has stopped because of Heeseung's newfound focus on your boobs and looking at them in admiration. You get a little timid, never having shown them to a boy before, but as you try to hug yourself to hide them, Heeseung quickly grabs your wrists and firmly press them above your head. 'Don't hide,' he snarls, 'you're too pretty to hide.'

A warm flush spreads over your already burning cheeks. All this praise, action and physical contact making you lightheaded 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. Your tomato-red face seems to go unnoticed by Heeseung who is too busy slowly feeling your right boob with one of his hands. Not soon after his hot, wet mouth attaching to your left boob.

The sudden contact makes you gasp and your back arches slighty. Heeseung smiles against your chest, loving every second. He sucks on your nipple and as he detaches from it, he faintly lifts your boob with his mouth and makes a pop sound as he releases it again, only for it to bounce back erotically. 'Fuck you're making me rock hard,' he says before promptly going in again.

This time he's making out with your right nipple. He's slowly releasing your hands and repositions his on your waist. Whilst his mouth is busy licking your tits, sucking loudly on your nipples and moaning inbetween your tits, he's slowly grinding against your still-clothed, but slicky wet pussy. 'Baby you feel so good,' breathy sighs escape his mouth, 'I bet you feel so tight.'

One of your hands travel to his hair and holds a harsh grab. You pull his face away from your boobs and see he already has a foggy expression from just your tits. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘵. Never in your years of friendship did you think you'd end up in your bed with your hot friend who looks like he's almost cumming in his pants from just touching your breasts.

As you're pulling him back up towards your lips, a string of moans escape Heeseung's swollen lips. 'What's wrong, Hee?' You ask him with fake concern. 'I need you so bad,' he whines, 'Need to feel your wet pussy tightening around my cock.' You smirk as you let your free hand graze over his body until it lands on his crotch.

You become aware of just how horny he must be. You slowly start to rub his hard-on. Heeseung is absolutely falling apart on top of you. Every brush of a touch feels overwhelming.

'Please keep touching me.' 'Yeah you like it when I do that?' 'Yes, Y/n, and don't fucking stop.' Deep sighs and low moans are exchanged before you signal for him to lay on his back. Heeseung catches on to what you're trying to do as you lift his shirt and unbuckle his pants with the sweetest expression on your face, 'You don't have to do this if you don't want to.' 'I want to, I really do. I've been waiting for so long to do this.' Your excitement alone makes his cock twitch dangerously hard.

Just because you're inexperienced and nervous, doesn't mean you aren't the usual tease towards Heeseung. Very slowly undo his belt and even do him the honour of taking the belt off of his pants. You throw it somewhere in your room, but Heeseung doesn't care what you did with it, he just needs to get his dick out of his restricting boxers. And he will let you know he doesn't like this slow pace.

'Fuck, Y/n, stop doing that and just take it off.' You giggle, but refuse his wish. As slowly as you possibly can you pull just his pants off of him. Heeseung throws his head back as he feels less and less restraint against his dripping cock.

The only piece of clothing remaining from exposing his dick are his boxers, but even with just that you can tell how big he is. Your mouth is slightly agape as you look up at Heeseung's face. When you make eye contact Heeseung's face turns into a big smirk. He gently caresses you cheek, 'You can take it, baby. I know you can.'

Once you've built up all the courage you can, you hook your fingers around his waistband and pull his boxers down. His dick escapes immediately with a soft slap as it hits Heeseung's stomach. His balls and length are twitching from the exposure. It's veiny, very veiny. His tip is a redish pink from how long he's been hard and its slightly covered in pre-cum. He's more lengthy than girthy, but it's still wide enough where you 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you're gonna have trouble walking the next day.

So mesmerized by his cock, you're only making eye contact with it instead of looking at Heeseung's scrunched up face. After you've stripped him free from his boxers, you slowly start to touch him. First it's a finger to see his penis bounce, then you wrap your entire hand around him, hearing Heeseung take in a sharp breath.

Slow pumps follow, unconsiously leaving your mouth hang open a little and Heeseung doesn't think twice before putting his thumb in your mouth, 'Suck on it.' You start sucking on his thumb, warming up your tongue before taking him in your mouth in a different way. Your pumps start to speed up and you're including his tip into the pumps as well.

When you hit that sensitive spot at the back of his tip just right, the most beautiful moan escapes from Heeseung, 'Your mouth, baby.' 'You think I'm ready?' 'I know you are. You're such a good girl sucking my thumb and jerking me off.' You bite your lip before gradually coming closer to his tip.

You start by licking the top of his tip, looking him deep into his eyes to see how much effect you have on him. A groan escapes his mouth, signalling for you to take more of him, and so you do. You take his entire tip in your mouth and start to swirl your tongue around it, stopping at that same sensitive spot. Moving the flat part of your tongue up and down with still just his tip in your mouth.

'Oh my fucking god,' Heeseung whimpers, 'You're sure you've never done this?' You keep bobbing your head at the same spot until you can feel his tip spasm. Without warning you start to take in 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of him. Surprised by the sudden move, Heeseung grabs your hair and unintentionally thrusts his hips upward, hitting the back of your throat, 'Shit, baby, I'm sorry.'

The words aren't reaching your ears because of the surprising pleasure you got from getting accidentally throatfucked. Something in your brain changes and you start to pick up the pace of your head movement. Heeseung is taken aback by it, but can't do anything about it since you make him feel too good.

Taking him all the way, at a quick tempo and not being used to this length has you gaggingly shamelessly. Saliva is dripping down your chin and tears are starting to form in your eyes. However you ignore all of those things. Seeing just how good you're making Heeseung feel makes you want to go harder, faster, deeper. You want him so deep in your throat, you don't even care if you get a collapsed lung.

Whilst your mouth is bouncing of his rock hard cock, you grab his balls. Massage them lightly and occasionally giving them a lick or slight sucking. 'Right there, darling. Aah shit ah,' is all Heeseung can moan. His eyes strictly on you, but his mind so far away, he's not even sure you're actually doing this to him.

'Fuck I'm gonna cum.' He groans, head thrown back, preparing for the load he's about to release. You're not sure what to do and whether Heeseung likes shooting everything down your throat or painting your face, so you keep your mouth attached to him, sucking him off through his orgasm.

Very soon after you start to feel sharp loads shoot to the back of your throat. You try to not waste a drop of his cum, but fuck he's cumming a lot. When you think he's finally done you detach your mouth from his dick, a mewl escapes Heeseung's mouth by the sudden cold.

To your surprise, he was not done cumming. A few strands of his cum land right on your face, still painting your face. Once Heeseung is back on earth and looks at you he sees you trying to wipe away the remaining cum, 'Stop.' You stop in your tracks and Heeseung sits up straight right in front of you.

One of his hands reach towards your face and his thumb is gently cleaning the spots on your face you hadn't cleaned yet. 'Open your mouth.' You obey and Heeseung puts his thumb back into your mouth, 'Good girl, cleaning up the mess you made.' Heeseung is looking at you with so much fondness, loving the fact you're just as filthy as him.

Without you having much say, Heeseung grabs your waist and makes you switch positions. 'Now show me that pretty pussy,' is all he says before sliding off your bottoms. 'Fuck, Hee, please make me feel good.' 'Don't worry about that, darling,' he gives you a quick wink as he's pulling his top off.

His warm mouth connecting with your clit sends shivers down your spine. He takes his time as he starts licking it, making sure to keep his eyes on you to confirm you're feeling every single movement. The licking slowly starts to turn into sucking as one of his fingers is teasing the walls of your hole, loving the way it's clenching down on nothing.

'Hee, oh my god yes, put it inside.' Heeseung fulfils your wish and his long fingers enter your pussy. A gasp slips out of your mouth and you clench down on him. 'Aww, baby, already too much?' 'N-No! I just, ah shit-' It's mind-boggling just how much power he has with just one finger.

At a slow pace he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, deeper with each time he puts his finger back in your cunt. 'Hee, oh fuck, yes!' Your words slurring the deeper he pumps into you. At some point he's still fucking you with just one finger and all you do is babble, producing more sounds than words. Heeseung fucking loves you like this, so he decides to add another finger to see how you'll react to that.

The second finger enters your already tight pussy and it sends your head spinning. You constrict so tightly around Heeseung, he almost thinks you're cumming, 'Holy shit, this is what just fingers do to you, dear?' 'O-Only- fuck shit- only yours,' you manage to get out.

With the biggest grin on his face he asks, 'Mmh your fingers don't have this effect?' You shake your head. 'Shit, baby, I guess we'll just have to do this more often,' he says before diving back in. This time he takes his fingers out of you and starts tongue-fucking you.

Two hands fly to his hair, trying to pull him away, 'Too much?' You nod. 'Wanna stop?' You shake your head. Heeseung snickers against your core. While he goes back to your hole, trying to push his tongue up to your sweet spot this time, his nose brushes against your clit.

The combination of stimulation has you close. Your cunt grips to Heeseung's tongue, your hands use his hair as support and your thighs start to shake violently. Heeseung continues eating you out even through you closing your legs. His head is now stuck between your inner thighs and dripping wet cunt.

If there's one place he wants to die, it's right here.

'S-shit- gonna cu-cum!' Is the last thing you yelp before a wave of ecstasy flows through you like you've never experienced before. 'Good girl, cum on my face,' Heeseung mumbles against your core whilst still riding you through your high.

'Are you okay, darling?' You nod, mind still in another place. 'Good. Are you ready for my cock now?' A finger enters your hole. Heeseung streches you out, making sure you can still take his girth. 'Your pussy certainly is.' You look at him, he's smirking wide, waiting for your verbal consent before rocking your world.

'Please be gentle,' you say as your mind slowly gets back to earth and realisation hits you that you're really about to lose your virginity to your hot friend, of whom you could only dream of fucking. 'Always, my pretty baby.'

An even darker red blush spreads your cheeks as you push yourself up a little more straight. Heeseung notices what you're trying to do and lifts you up, firm but tender. 'Are you comfortable?' 'Yeah, are you?' Your innocent, sweet, but still dazed eyes makes Heeseung's cock twitch so hard, he has to physically restrain himself from slamming his cock deep in your pussy right now.

'Y/n, baby, I'm always comfortable with you. If you're feeling any doubt, even if it's really small, tell me. We can do this another time if you're too worn down or are having d-' You interrupt his rambling by crashing your lips onto his.

'Fuck me, Heeseung. I need you.'

That's all Heeseung needs to hear. He lines himself up with your heat, teasing you by grinding against your fold, but not entering your gaping hole. 'Hee, stop playing, fuck me.' You say exasperated.

At a steady pace he slowly enters you. Both of you are gasping. Heeseung's cock larger inside of you than you expected. Heeseung on the other hand has to restrain and repeat to himself to take it slow. He sees how you're struggling taking even a fifth of him, so he can't just slam himself inside you.

After Heeseung has completely dissapeared inside of you, he stops, letting you adjust. 'You look so gorgeous right now.' Your hands shoot up to your face. You're so red you feel like your head is about to detonate. Heeseung caresses your head, smiling from ear to ear. 'Is my pretty girl ready for me to move?' You nod and Heeseung leisurely moves out of you.

Once out of you, he enters again, but this time filling you up a bit quicker. This continues until he's just short from jamming into you. 'You okay, dear?' 'Mmh.' Your face crunches up, hands now placed on Heeseung's back. He dips down to plant a kiss on your cheek, 'You're doing so good, taking me so good.'

'Hee, harder please.' Embarrassment smeared on your face as soon as the words slip out of your mouth. 'You want it harder?' He beams, 'Didn't see you as such a dirty girl, baby.' A moan comes out as Heeseung immediately ups the pressure.

His cock hitting you against your cervix, balls slapping against cunt and heavy breaths escaping Heeseung's mouth. He's such a mess, but he doesn't want to let you know. He doesn't want to let you know how much of an effect you have on him. He usually lasts rounds without cumming, but with you? God he grips the bedsheet beside your head so tight, his knuckles turn white, he's focusing more on not cumming than to pound inside you at a consistent rate.

But when your pussy clenches down hard on him due to hitting a mind-blowing spot inside you, he drops his head in your neck. He's biting his lips hard and grips your waist to stop you from creating more friction. 'Y/n, fuck you're gonna make me cum.' One of your hands glides to his hair. You pull his face up to look you in the eyes. You want to show him how good he's making you feel, since his dick makes you unable to make sentences.

'Hee, good, so fucking good.' 'You like it?' 'Uh-huh.' You bob your head fast. Heeseung's mouth falls open, he knows he's close. You can feel he's close too and you slam your lips together, kissing him fiercly.

Like a bomb, Heeseung explodes. Shots of hot cum hitting you deep in your pussy. Your tongues stop dancing as the only thing exchanging between you two are moans. The warm liquid inside you not only gives a mouth-watering sound, but makes everything feel extra sticky as Heeseung is slowly fucking the cum out of your pussy.

Heeseung pulls back, not just his mouth but his entire body. You don't want to stop. You wrap your legs around Heeseung's waist and your hands around his neck and passionately pull him back in, 'Not done yet, Hee.' Heeseung is surprised by your almost desperate attitude, but fucking loves it.

Sloppy thumps of his cock in your pussy continue. Heeseung ignores the overstimulation. How can he when you look so pretty and fucked out underneath him? So desperate for a climax, completely ignoring Heeseung's struggle to selfishly pursue the best orgasm you've ever had

Briskly, Heeseung repositions himself where he's not laying on top of you, but able to grab your thighs and fuck you hard. And so he does. He slams hard inside you, making sure he's hitting your G-spot. He rams in at a pace that has you gasping, crying and screaming all within 5 seconds. 'You like that, huh?' 'Yes! Heeseung yes!'

As your thighs start to shake and your cunt starts to clench down on him again, Heeseung knows you're gonna have an even better orgasm than before. From the overstimulation still lingering from your previous orgasm to the delicious moans coming from Heeseung's mouth, your whole body feels like it's gonna fall apart.

'Heeseung!' You scream in a high pitch as you're send over the edge. Everything collapses; your legs close tightly around Heeseung's body, your lower body moving up in the air before falling back in the mattress for your back to arch tall, pussy contracting Heeseung's cock so hard he can barely move as it's almost making him cum again, your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth falling open with only moans and variations of Heeseung's naming falling from your lips, your hands latch on Heeseung's back and your nails digging deep into his skin, and sweat dripping down from every inch of your body.

Your head is pushed deep into the pillow with your neck strained. Once you've come back to your senses you see a proud Heeseung looking at you. His eyes shining and a smile sweet like candy. 'Knew my girl could do it.'

He slips out of you and quickly dissapears into the bathroom. Your head is still too hazy to comment something. Heeseung returns with a damp washcloth and starts cleaning you up. No words are exchanged as he cleans everything from you thighs to your face. He gently lifts you up in bridal style and sets you down on the chair at your desk. Before you can ask, Heeseung grabs a new set for everything for your bed.

When he's done he sighs, happy with himself. He grabs you a new pair of underwear and shirt and puts them on for you. You're amazed at how gentleman he is. Almost as if he can read your mind, Heeseung says, 'Only for my princess.'

Smiles are exchanged as he carries you back onto the, now freshly made, bed. You shyly close the distance between the two of you when Heeseung claims his spot next to you. Noticing your hesitation, he takes the initiative and places you on his chest. You hear his steady heartbeat in the comfortable cuddle as you both drift off to sleep.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

[princesslexa444]

Part 1 of ???

Summary: You work at a new tennis club where Art Donaldson and Tashi Duncan have secret plans for you. Meanwhile, Patrick Zweig, has already direct move on you from day one. You're caught between the 3 of them before you know their history.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, extreme smut, degradation, rough bj, ass eating, etc.

Side notes: Not canon compliant, takes place when Tashi/Art/Patrick are in their 30s and reader is in her 20s.

You sat in the chair behind the receptionist’s desk at the new tennis club. Although you’d only been working here for a month, so had everyone else; the club had just opened. The courts were state-of-the-art, and many important people began coming here, including Art Donaldson and Tashi Duncan.

They came early almost every day, except when Art had a match. It was clear she was in charge, always leading him around. When they left, he always looked dejected. She often looked mad at him, and you hated to admit that you liked it, secretly wishing she’d get mad at you too.

It took exactly one month for Art to start talking to you, beyond the usual hello when they came in. Now, he always had some excuse to flirt, like needing a towel or asking about the schedule.

Of course, Tashi noticed. She probably saw him watching you before he even realized himself. But what you didn’t know was that she wanted you too. She thought he could use someone like you, someone younger and eager and not like her; it might make him better at tennis. And perhaps, she just needed to use you to blow off some steam.

Tashi devised a plan to draw you into their orbit. She began compliment you every time she came in, which always made you nervous. She was beautiful, and her husband was really attractive too. You noticed a glint of jealousy in his eyes whenever she praised you, prompting him to up his own game, unaware that Tashi had orchestrated the whole thing.

One morning, Art had lingered at your desk, striking up a casual conversation about a tennis match he had recently watched. He mentioned they were hosting a small gathering at their place that weekend and insisted you joined them. Tashi, who had come to find him, chimed in with agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Flattered and curious, you agreed to come over.

Little did they know, the man they deliberately avoided at the tennis club-adjusting their schedule to avoid overlapping with his, even resorting to bribing you for information on his court reservations-had already had his hooks in you from the day the club opened.

Patrick Zweig had a different style than Art and Tashi. While Tashi was more calculated, taking her time to make her moves, and Art appeared nervous but likely had a hidden strategy, Patrick was fast and direct. On the day the club opened, he wasted no time in making his intentions known. Coming close to you, he reached across the desk to grab your hand and compliment your nails, asking for your number right then and there. You couldn’t help but say yes. How could you refuse, especially when he looked at you like that, with sweat glistening, only adding to his appeal. There was something about his rawness that drew you in.

He came to your apartment that night, and it only took 20 minutes until you were on your knees, tits out, taking his thick cock into your mouth. His head dropped back while your head bobbed up and down. He got around a lot, typically hopping from tinder date to tinder date to get a free place for the night, but he still hadn’t had anyone sucking on him with so much vigor in a long time. You were practically choking yourself on it, tears streaming down your face while he looked down at you slack-jawed.

After a few minutes you pulled off, prompting a “W-what are you-,” from Patrick that was immediately silenced when you took his balls into your mouth, moving them around with your tongue. You could tell he showered right before this, which you appreciated, but would like to experience him after he practices one day.

The gobs of spit flowed out of your mouth, getting all over your face as you nuzzled yourself into his sack. You moved back up to his cock, taking it in your hand and slapping yourself in the face with it. He grunted with approval, the spit strung out in between slaps, you went insane for it, slapping it on your tongue while you looked at him with wide eyes.

He can barely take it anymore, watching you do all the work to defile yourself on him. He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you off, bending down to your level, whispering in your ear, “Use your words, what do you want me to do?”

You catch your breath, “Take control, Patrick, use my mouth, make me cry, be mean, hit me, spit on me, please.” You meant it all, wanted him to use you however he saw fit, wanted to be the perfect girl for him.

“Get the fuck back on my dick then,” he shoves your head down, holding it in place. He jerks in and out of your mouth, you feel the tip hit the back of your throat over and over. Your tears coated your face, spit pooling around the sides of your mouth. The gagging sounds echoed in your bedroom, it was disgusting. Patrick loved it.

Once he pulled you off for a break, you start to move your mouth further down, shifting your body under his legs, and pulling your mouth away for a second, “Can I-,” before you can finish, he eagerly interrupts with, “Yes, yes please, baby, oh my god.” He loses himself when you put your lips on his puckered hole, licking up the earthy taste, reaching around to jerk his cock at the same time.

“We haven’t even- fuck- we haven’t even kissed yet and you’re already making out with my ass, huh, dirty girl.” He says between moans. You let out a whimper at his words, your wetness pooling in your underwear. “You know, when I complimented your nails today it was because I was- fuck- picturing them wrapped around my cock.” You hum in agreement, pumping his slick cock faster, sending another jolt through his body.

He wondered where you’d been all his life, he thought maybe a girl 10 years younger than him eating his ass could help him finally forget about Tashi and Art. It wouldn’t, but he could try.

[fuzzymakercloudduck]

saw a fic about bandmate Abby and singer reader but I'm really obsessed with doctor Abby and I love Taylor and that video of her singing "karma is the guy on the chiefs coming straight home to me" to Travis, so now I'm obsessed w the idea of it

Famous singer!reader X doctor Abby drabble (I guess it's called drabble idk)

Living in New York and meeting her through some mutual friends, but not really talking to each other that much

She would go out with friends but the girl is a doctor, she's working hard honey

Instantly feeling attracted to her bc common she's a muscle mommy 5'10 girlie

You guys start talking more when going out and feeling such a bonding feeling so quickly

I imagine abby being the type to go with baseball hats and leather jackets with some baggy jeans (like the butch lesbian she is) and just being HOT

You are head over heels for her very quickly

Inviting her to your concert in NY and Abby being so happy to go "I wouldn't miss it" "only If you dedicate me a song " type of anwers

Inviting her to go to dinner after the concert because you want to have her kids at this point

Stalking her in all social medias (dont think shed be much active on social media but you do it anyway)

You having a cocky, kind of unserious personality and just feeling so attracted to her serious demander even though she's a sweet pie

Calling her things like love, darling, honey and watching her blush

Going home every time you see her and writing her songs

This was inspired by TS so I'm thinking Gorgeous, Gold Rush, Mastermind, I know places, style. I'm talking about talking/ hooking up stage and you just fell hard

Also being really worried about people founding out and ruining what your guys have going on, but she assures you she's staying and is so proud of your career

Once she ask you to be her gf, IMMEDIATELY writing songs like lover, dress

Once y'all in a comfortable place in your relationship talking about her every chance you got in every fucking interview (you're obsessed)

Saying things like "my gfs a doctor so I'm always safe", bringing her up in every topic. "What's your type?" "My beautiful girlfriend " . "If you were stuck in a island, who's someone you would bring?" "My girlfriend Abby, she's stuck with me"

She's bragging about you to everyone too, don't get me wrong. "How you feel being reader muse?" Some random person would ask "awesome honestly" "what's your favourite song of your gf?" And then she saying one that was definitely written about her

She's at every concert she can go to, even in a tight agenda

You trying to be home as much as possible

When you're not working, being a little of a housewife, cleaning, making her dinner, buying her flowers

She walking in front of you when there's a lot of paparazzis

You pointing at her when singing romantic songs and she going red as a tomato

Her friends mocking her for it

She giving you flowers after the concert

Letting you be bejeweled (lol sorry)

I'm literally just writing about wtv shit I wanted to read but didn't found it nowhere

[petrichorium]

I WANT TO HEAR UR LUFFY THOUGHTS

JDBFJSNKFN i will put it under the cut for I am a coward 🫣

Okay ik I said luffy fic but ig technically it’d also be a shanks fic bc like half of it wld be w him but like. The concept was like…… firstly it’d be ~5ish yrs post canon w Luffy at around 25 kinda peak pirate king era. Reader is Uta’s best friend/manager and gets nabbed by some pirates who were aiming for uta—uta ends up asking Shanks for help and it wld kinda jump in after he’s rescued reader.

Reader is like. V much shaken and Shanks is sympathetic to it, he’d agreed to take her back to Uta so she’s staying on his ship & in his quarters bc it was deemed the safest place (in my head he’s got multiple rooms so she’s staying in Uta’s old one). This is the bit that has me like damn that’s ooc for me bc I am Not a power imbalance age gap girlie it’s not my thing but yea they spend a couple weeks together w reader a mess and shanks doing his best to comfort her and it all warps into them both being attracted to each other,,,,,,,,, n reader is too distressed to care much but shanks is like wtf is wrong w me I Cannot fuck my daughters best friend absolutely not.

SO LIKE nothing happens between them fr, it’s just tension filled and icky and then Enter Monkey D. Luffy bc as things r coming to a head and shanks is abt to pull his hair out the RHP genuinely just happen upon the Straw Hats and they have themselves a lil party and it’s a bit of a combo of things (a minor emergency needing his attention + it all just becoming too much w reader + luffy making a passing mention that he hasn’t seen uta in a bit + just. The knowledge that the longer this draws out the more likely he’ll give in and it Won’t be good for reader) but shanks is like hey listen kid wld u do me a favor and bring this girl back to Uta for me

And luffy is very Aware Of People so truthfully he’s picked up on Exactly what’s going on & shanks doesn’t have to bother w any more innuendo beyond “pls take care of her for me” Luffy totally catches the drift……. And reader is PISSED abt the situation she only just started to get used to the RHP only to be shuffled around and join another crew plus it does Not go over her head that this is a very polite rejection PLUS PLUS she is just. Very aghast by the notion that shanks knows what she needs better than herself. But it doesn’t matter the deal is struck and she’s being lugged off w the straw hats………

Luffy’s interest is v much sparked Because of shanks’ interest and bc of the insane dynamic of “hey protege pls hook up w this shell-shocked woman bc im old enough to be her dad” like the idea of getting w someone shanks felt he Couldn’t is very appealing to him. But also reader is v much a bitch to him n he finds it endearing somehow to watch her beat on him (verbally n physically) to get her anger out.

In his case tho he does not hold back his interest and he refuses to let the reader do so either. I rlly am obsessed w the recurring theme of him bulling his way forward and doing what his loved ones need even if they’re saying the opposite—I like the idea of smthn similar, him making the reader ask/tell him what she wants in order for him to give it to her. And what she wants is cathartic marathon fucking soooooo there we go.

IDK IDK it’s very rough rn and also im abt to pass out but yea thats it………

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Hiya, could i request 😚🐑🥰 pretty please? thank you!!

Lovestarved - Hank/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, gets a little angsty over his personal thoughts of the movie now that time has passed, some self-esteem issues, and talk about hand holding and cuddles and kisses /)w(\

Wordcount: 4574

Summary: When a random man approaches you at a bar not for himself, but to try and hook you up with his nerdy brother, you don't know what to think. Thankfully, this nerd is a lot more than he seems.

Notes: Trying to write while thinking about how he'd be the most perfect boyfriend ever kept distracting me OTL I'm so glad DD's played a ton of random characters and that I decided to watch all of his stuff, because it's so hard not to fall in love with this man ;w; Thanks so much for asking me to write this, and I hope you enjoy 💗💗💗

Meeting someone at a bar, not hitting it off with him at all, and then having him beg you to meet his brother was not the way you expected to spend your Saturday night. Not in the least.

You hadn't gone there to meet anyone, period, you'd gone to relax after a busy weekday, and then suddenly you were being chatted up by some douchebag trying to put his best moves on you before he seemed to catch himself. ‘Sorry, still working on that,’ he'd said, and you weren't sure if it was part of an act or genuine self-awareness not usually seen in guys like him. ‘Anyway, I didn't come up here for me, I'm actually kind of seeing someone right now, I'm here to see if you'd wanna maybe talk to my little brother.’

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline, the ice in your drink clinking dramatically as you just gaped at the guy. ‘Excuse me?’

‘He's not that little, taller than me actually, just by a couple years- he's the one over there, at that table,’ he told you before he could back out and try someone else at the look on your face, and you followed his pointing finger to the table of people currently playing Dungeons and Dragons instead of drinking. You didn't think your eyebrows could go higher but they must've managed it with the way he started to worry he was losing you. ‘Here, I'll send him over to grab me a drink, big brother privileges and all that, just- say hi, or something? Please? You seem really nice and he's a nice guy, he's still just… so bad at talking to people he doesn't pay first. Wait-’

‘Okay, okay, send him over, if it'll make you stop trying to sell your brother to me,’ you gave in, just to get this over with, if you were lucky he'd be more interested in getting the drink and then returning to his game so you wouldn't even have to actually talk, whichever one he was, it was hard to tell with how many people were gathered there.

‘Yes! Thank you, thank you so much, I'll send him right over, please don't go anywhere,’ he quickly said before rushing off, your back to the group again while you swirled your melting ice in your glass; how did you always end up attracting the weirdos? It was like you had a sign on your back about it or something, and you bounced your knee and waited for this to be over when someone tall, energetic, and surprisingly cute pulled up next to you.

‘Excuse me, could I get a uh, a beer please?’ he asked the bartender currently washing glasses in front of you, his voice very soft and a little hoarse from the excitement of the game. The bartender nodded and started to grab one, all you had to do was not say anything and then leave before his brother could come back, but something about him drew you in; you weren’t sure what it was, from the way he really was tall to how he seemed so genuinely happy to be there with his friends even though they kept getting stares from the other patrons, instead of anywhere else more private and less judgemental. He didn't see any of it, but he did see the way you were glancing up at him, which caused him to surprisingly blush. ‘Are we being too loud? I can tell the guys to keep it down, we're just dying to get to this dungeon our DM made for us, he's been teasing us about it all week about it and so far he's really been delivering- ah, sorry, you don't care.’

‘No, I just don't get it, I mean, how do you stay so focused with everyone else around you? There's a TV over here, there's music playing, people talking, but you still stay in the moment with all the distractions,’ you found yourself saying instead of taking the chance and running. His eyes lit right up at your words, the confirmation that you didn't didn't care being more than he might've been used to. 

‘It's quite easy, actually, it's like- once he starts describing the area and we get an idea of where we are, everyone else just-’ He looked at you then, his eyes meeting yours, and if it was possible for him to look even softer, he managed it with ease. ‘Everyone else just disappears…’

You chuckled, he was too cute to run away from, and while he did seem more in the mood to get back to his game, or at least talk about it with you, he certainly didn't seem to have the trouble speaking that his brother had warned you about. ‘I know I'm late to the party, but could I maybe listen in for a bit? I don't have to get back home until 11.’

He looked so pleased he nearly walked away without both you and the beer. ‘Absolutely, yeah, I'll go find you a chair, you grab your drink and come over when you're ready,’ he grinned widely before rushing off and nearly spilling the beer in those first few big steps, your fond smile following after him while you watched him deliver the drink and then steal a chair from his brother's table; now was your chance, you could down the last of your own drink and head on out, but instead you simply ordered another one and snaked your way through the crowd and tables until you reached his. His friends all seemed very surprised to see a new face, but the moment he got you to introduce yourself and then sit next to him so he could catch you up on where they were, they forgot you were there and went back to their dungeon.

You focused purely on him and ignored the way his brother not so subtly celebrated over at his table with his boyfriend.

Hank, who you were quick to learn about once you got him away from his friends, was just as genuine as he appeared when you first met him. There wasn't a single thing about him that he lied about, or hid, or played up to be better than he was, he was just him. Of course, that didn't mean he shared every part of him, there were things he got too nervous to say the more you hung out, because you couldn't seem to stop hanging out with him. You didn't go to his game nights after that first time, you preferred actually having his attention you were also quick to learn, and being around them made him very distracted indeed.

Apart from his secrets, he never hid who he was around you, which was part of the reason why you couldn't seem to get away from him. If you were walking together and a song he liked came over someone's speaker nearby, he'd get the urge to sing along to it, even if his voice wavered under the stares, simply because he enjoyed it. If he saw something he'd been wanting to buy in a shop window, he'd stop to admire it and point it out to you, say exactly why he'd been saving up for it, no matter if it was the new DnD book he'd been waiting for, or some new paints for his figures. He'd gotten into the latter recently, now that his brother, Trent, had apparently stopped being such a dick at home he'd felt more free to pursue other things that had interested him without the fear of them being wrecked while he was at work, big brother privileges indeed.

It was nice to see him blossom in this way, so unapologetically happy about quote unquote ‘nerd things’ that tended to have others turning up their noses at. But he didn't care, and the more time you spent with him, the more you found it easy to not only stay, but to fall for him. You never joined, but you actually really enjoyed hearing about how his latest sessions went when you met up for lunch. You weren't huge on the old musicals, but he was more than happy to introduce his favourites to you, and show off every single one of his favourite songs from them, although he wasn't as good at the dancing part. He showed you the figures he'd gotten printed up using an online service using pre-made pieces, and never failed to mention how he'd loved to start making them himself someday, but he never had a knack for the visual arts, apart from his painting, since it was easy to colour clothes and hair.

In return you were able to share your own likes and loves with him, and never once did he seem uninterested no matter how different they were from his own. He listened so intently that it made you want to look away, and now that you'd acknowledged your feelings for him, it was easy to catch the way he kept moving closer to you when you spoke, how his eyes would lid in pure bliss of your words, and of course that only made it harder to not fall for him. You knew you had to say something, at least ask him out on a proper date when he met up with you at the mall to grab a few things, but the second you started to ask he interrupted you.

‘We're starting a new campaign this weekend, and the guys were wondering if maybe you'd want to start joining us?’ he asked as you weaved through the ever moving crowds, your feet stumbling a little at the request.

‘You know I'm not good at that kinda stuff,’ you muttered, losing a bit of steam at his friends seemingly wanting you to join, not just him.

‘I know, but you wouldn't have to play or anything, it'd just- it'd be nice if you were there… I really liked having you beside me when we played that night at the bar.’ His voice grew so soft you barely heard him over the mall ambience, and when you looked up at him you saw that he was blushing again. ‘But if you'd rather not we can always keep doing stuff like this, I don't mind, as long as I… I-I can keep spending time with you.’

‘I wanna go on a date with you,’ you told him when he looked away, and he did stumble directly into your arms when his legs gave out and he let out a yelp of surprise. You caught him easily, even like this he seemed to refuse to put all his weight on you the moment your hands touched him, and you stared into each other's eyes right there, in the middle of the mall. ‘It doesn't have to be more of this, or it can be, but I want it to be just us, Hank. Just the two of us, if that's what you want too.’

‘I need to tell you something,’ he mumbled instead of saying yes or no, and for once he didn't look soft when his grip tightened on your arms. ‘Can we get out of here?’

You couldn’t argue with an expression like that, he looked actually self conscious for once the entire time he led you back to your car. He couldn't drive yet, he was still getting his permit, but he hadn't been embarrassed of that at his age either, nor the fact that he lived with his brother while they both got used to their independence, another thing that was typically frowned at at their ages. Whatever this was it must be important, maybe he wasn't into you like you'd thought, maybe he liked spending time with you but just as friends, and now he had to let you down but didn't want to do it in front of everyone.

You chewed your lip nervously until you were both safe from prying eyes and ears, but even that wasn't good enough, Hank just motioning for you to drive while he fidgeted just as nervously with his hands. ‘Where do you want me to go?’ you whispered for fear of the end before anything could begin, and he shrugged and motioned again.

‘Anywhere private.’

You brought him back to your place, that was as private and you could possibly get, and maybe he'd even feel better ditching you knowing you were already home, although you still couldn't picture him being so cold after your weeks together. You exited the car without a word so he followed, and together you reached your door and piled inside; he'd been there before, it was easier to have movie nights here than his place thanks to his brother, but now the space felt new and wrong since he wasn't smiling and heading for your couch. You sat down first, silently encouraged him to do the same and speak, but he just kept pacing in front of your coffee table before the words finally tumbled out.

‘I'm not… boyfriend material,’ was his big confession, and you blinked in response. ‘I never have been, and for a while I thought I might be, thanks to- but I was wrong, and that's why Trent’s been trying to find me someone, he's trying to help me out the same way mom did and I think you got caught up too tight in it.’

‘What're you talking about? I haven't seen you be anything but kind and thoughtful the entire time I've known you,’ you objected but he shook his head, fidgeted some more.

‘Look, I know he asked you to talk to me, he's been doing it ever since we got on better terms, more so since he met his boyfriend and started talking with him about moving out. He doesn't mean to set me up, he just… doesn't want me to be alone when he leaves, I think.’ You didn't deny it, and he nodded to himself at the wordless confirmation. ‘It doesn't matter who I talk to, and how hard I try to be what they want, but in the end they see me and it's not… good enough.’

‘Then they were wrong for you, because I think you're good enough,’ you cut in defensively, already getting upset at the thought of him being the one turned down when he was the best guy you'd ever met in this town.

‘Don't, I'm happy the way I am, but you're just not into the stuff I am, and… and I've never even been with anyone… that I haven't paid.’ There it was, his face crumbling in embarrassment at the very thought of baring that to you, you who wanted to be with him when no one else had, not in the way you wanted. You stood up and walked over to him, you never wanted to see this kind of look on his face ever again, and you gently touched his cheek so he'd look your way again.

‘You think you're the first person on earth to sleep with someone like that?’ you asked honestly and without judgment, and he looked like he was fighting to restrain his hope amidst the internalized shame.

‘It's only ever been them, three of them, several years ago when me and Trent were still living with mom. She was… ashamed that I'd never been with anyone, so she took me to them, got me- hell, she paid for me to get laid at my age, my mom did, and it all spiraled from there. They were so nice, kept flirting and letting me hold them without thinking I was embarrassing, even if they did think I was weird. It was so nice, I think I tricked myself into believing that maybe, when I stopped paying, that… Brooke might stay.’

You rubbed your thumb over his cheek, sometimes he was too naive for his own good in his kindness, and he hesitated before holding on tight. ‘You know you don't have to buy me, right?’ you needed to make sure, so far there hadn't been any instances of him shouldering the bill when you hung out, but you didn't want it happening going forward in his doubt either. 

‘I know, but you've been so wonderful, I haven't met anyone new since college; I wasn't afraid of losing you until today because you've never wanted anything else from me, and I didn't want to say yes only for you to… change your mind when you saw the rest of me…’

‘I think that wonderful imagination of yours has grown a bit too out of control, Hank,’ you softly laughed, which he returned. ‘Trent did ask me to talk to you, he was being really pushy about it too, but I was going to leave, actually, until I saw you walk up; you're the one who got me to talk to you, just by you being you when everyone else was too focused on pretending you and your friends didn't exist. I went to sit with you because I wanted to talk to you more, even though I didn't get it. I really want to go on a date with you because I've really liked what I've been seeing, and if you really haven't been with anyone else in a few years, and we need to start all over again, I don't mind.’ It was your turn to blush with a soft punch to his chest, your eyes trying not to focus on the way his shirt then so easily moved under your fingertips.

‘I-I think I wanna try out the other stuff first, before we do any of that,’ he gasped when he saw how close you were now, your heart pounding a little harder when you noticed that you were the one shifting closer this time.

‘What's the other stuff?’ you just barely breathed, unaware of what he'd done with those women and what he hadn't done.

He didn't answer, just leaned down to press his lips against yours, your eyes wide open in surprise while his were shut tight. He didn't deepen it, it was in fact the most chaste kiss you'd ever gotten in your adult life, but he was still panting in nervous excitement all the same when he finally pulled back, his cheeks the reddest they'd been and his eyes shining as they stared down at you.

‘Was that your first kiss?’ you couldn't help but ask, your own breathing a little hard to find like it had been your own first.

‘I wasn't thinking too much about kisses when pretty girls were taking me to have fun,’ he admitted a little easier, and you grinned and let your fingers brush over the opening of his button down shirt.

‘Well, then I'm honored to be your first,’ you declared before pulling him back down to your level.

Dating Hank was even easier than being friends with him, as it turned out. Without the worry of you leaving him after finding out about his not so shameful past, he opened up in entirely new ways to you, ways that were so incredibly soft you couldn't imagine how no one wanted a piece of this before you. He was so affectionate, his hands always finding you now that they were free to, which always seemed to follow up with his lips doing so as well. His initial kisses were a bit sloppy, but only in their pure eagerness to taste you, become close to you, and you matched his enthusiasm with just as eager giddiness until he started to level out into something masterfully sensual.

He was a very fast learner, whoever those women were they were a good start, since they seemed to prepare him for actual criticism, not just their blind service. As such it made him so receptive to your every reaction that he was actually the best partner you’d ever had without him even knowing. As promised you took it slow, got used to the ‘other stuff’ he’d wanted to do first, which, to your surprise, was just normal date things; he wanted to cuddle, hold your hand, kiss without taking things further - despite his body usually heating up fast to no one’s surprise - and, most importantly to him, go on real dates.

It was something he’d never been able to do, so, while you were teaching him the ways of the couch cuddle and everything else he fell to so naturally, he’d be planning dates and getting more excited about weekend trips and lovely dinners more than anyone you’d ever been with.

You were also fast to learn, when he slipped his hand into yours and linked your fingers together just on the short walk from your car to the restaurant, he was also an avid celebrator of anniversaries, no matter how much time had passed. The place he’d booked was fancy, much too fancy for being together so soon, and you gaped at how expensive it must be as you were led to your table; when you got there it had little Reserved signs on it, as well as a bottle of champagne and a vase of roses in your favourite colours, like he hadn’t been able to make up his mind and just chose all of them.

‘Hank, this is…’

‘We’ve been together a month already, so I wanted to do something special, is it too much?’ he mumbled nervously when he saw your expression, and while you really had never dated someone who cared this much, you couldn’t say no to those eyes.

You pulled him down for a quick kiss, his hands finding your hips and his knee coming between yours on instinct, and you grinned against his mouth and kept it chaste for everyone else’s sake. ‘It’s perfect, next month will be my treat, okay?’ you teased adoringly, and it was all he needed to hear to know that he really couldn’t scare you away by being himself. He helped you to your chair, ever the gentleman, and you chuckled softly when you felt his hands trembling slightly when they grazed your back. ‘Have you been to this place before?’

‘Once, for a Christmas party years ago, back when the whole family was together,’ he replied as he sat down across from you, of course this place would have meaning to him and not be whatever he could find to impress or spoil you. ‘It was the last time we got to go out like this, mom never wanted to come back after dad died, too many memories, too expensive, but… I liked it here, and I wanted to share it with you.’ His hands rested on the table as he spoke, and you reached across the short expanse to take them, just because you knew he wanted to do the same.

‘I’m glad I get to experience it with you,’ you smiled at him, and he blushed all the way down to his collar until the server arrived to take your orders. The menus held a lot of high numbers, this place was probably the best in town with prices like this, but he was very quick to whisper that you could still order whatever you wanted.

‘It’s my treat, I’ve been saving up all month,’ he finally revealed, so that was why he’d passed on that build set he’d been eyeing like a hawk, and your heart thudded a little harder in appreciation. You ordered your favourites, which made him very happy to see, and he was sure to get himself something new even though he remembered liking what he’d ordered the last time. ‘To new memories,’ he offered with a toast of the freshly opened champagne, and while you couldn’t drink too much, you figured at least this much wouldn’t hurt.

‘And to new beginnings, and many more monthly anniversaries to come,’ you toasted back as you raised your glass to his, and his smile grew so wide he couldn’t stop the way his lip quivered. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, it’s just… you know it all now, and you’ve been so kind, the last time I tried to do anything like this he yelled at me for being so obsessed with him, and before him, she didn’t like how clingy I was, but you… you’re so perfect,’ he whimpered with a quick dab to his eyes before anyone could notice he was crying. Your heart went out to him, how could anyone treat him like that when all he did was love? It didn’t make sense to you at all, and you left your seat a moment to walk around to his side.

‘You’re the one who’s perfect,’ you told him gently, and he couldn’t stop the sob that forced him to hide his face. ‘I’m glad I stayed that night, every day I know you I get to see how everyone else should be, and you treat me with so much love I forget about everyone who’s hurt me, so let’s eat this dinner together so I can drive you back to my place and make you forget about everyone who’s hurt you.’

‘You already do,’ he sniffled, more dabs to his eyes using his fancy cloth napkin, ‘but I wouldn’t mind you doing it again…’

You laughed, after this he was going to be a complete mess if he was ready to relearn what those women taught him, since he’d yet to learn them from you, and you kissed him again before returning to your seat. ‘Neither of us have work tomorrow, I’m pretty sure Trent won’t mind if you finally sleep over,’ you said casually with another sip to your champagne, taxis and nearby friends who could drive were always a thing, and the next breath he sucked in was so deep it puffed him up like a bird. ‘Easy, we’ll have all night, so let’s make some new memories here first, okay, Hank?’

‘Okay,’ he breathed, still so genuine in his excitement to just be with you that it made you laugh again to hide the fact that he was about to make you cry. You distracted yourself with the flowers, gave them a sniff so you could pretend your eyes weren’t watering, and thankfully he missed it with the way he was already texting Trent to say he wouldn’t be coming home.

‘YES!’

The entire restaurant stilled at the yell, the both of you freezing before looking around to see that he was also there with his boyfriend at another table; he was still watching over his brother to make sure things went well this time, his boyfriend hunched over and hiding his face in the menu while Trent apologized to the people he’d disrupted around them. ‘Looks like we’re not the only ones excited for tonight,’ you joked to now hide the fact that you’d have to finish dinner knowing that he knew you’d be getting laid as soon as you walked past him later.

‘I’m just surprised he didn’t tell mom,’ Hank groaned while he angled his seat so he wouldn’t have to face him for the rest of the dinner.

Who knew, the night was just getting started, there was still time for her to drive up and say hi once she got the text too.

[matthewscherrypie]

༊*·˚ the cut that always bleeds.. 🩸🩹 M.S

W A R N I N G S: angst, situationship, sex, alcohol, smoking, kinda toxic Matt?, fighting, swearing, no happy ending

S U M M A R Y: friends with benefits with Matt turns into the biggest heartbreak you’ve ever experienced when you catch feelings but he doesn’t.

THIS IS MY WORK, MY IDEA, NO STEALING !!

4 months ago..

Matt’s hands roamed all over my body, touching every crevice on me, while he pumped in and out of me repeatedly, it was a heavenly feeling I could not get enough of.

After that night, we both agreed it would not be the last time.

It just kept happening, i would find myself in his bed almost every night, and i would find us hooking up at every party we showed up to together.

We agree’d no strings attached, but I can’t help but fall for him more and more every day.

Now..

Matt cleans you up with the rag that was already laying on his floor from yesterday, “I think I’m gonna go” you say, as he stands up and throws the rag in the laundry.

“Why?” He asks. Deep down in your head you know why. You cannot lay on his chest while he plays with your hair again, you cannot go on another late drive to get food and have a deep talk together again, you just can’t.

Your heart falls in love with him a little more every time you spend time with him, “i just need to leave” you say.

“Well okay, bye y/n.” He says while kissing your cheek.

You let out a quick “bye” while tying on your shoes and heading out the door.

You get in your car and start heading towards your apartment which you shared with your best friend Ava.

Ava was the only one who knew about your feelings for Matt, and it was gonna stay that way. Right..?

🎶 I can’t be your lover on a leash, every other week when you please. 🎶

“I just can’t do it anymore Ava” you say while eating ice cream sitting on your shared couch. “I wanted nothing more but to just hold him and kiss him but I know if I would, it would just kill me even more.��

“You have to let him go” Ava says, “no no, I can get over these stupid feelings I know I can.” “I just can’t let him go” you say.

You feel a buzz in the pocket of your baggy sweatpants, you grab your phone to see it’s Matt.

“You have to ignore him girl” Ava says. “I know” you say.

No matter how much it pained you you know Ava is right. So you do just that, you ignore him.

Next thing you know you hear your phone start buzzing again, this time Matt is calling you.

You cant help yourself so you pick up.

“Hello?” Matt says with a confused tone in his voice

“Hey” you say.

“Why didn’t you answer my text?” Matt says, sounding almost concerned.

“I just didn’t, why do you care so much” I say.

I dont wanna be rude, but if I wasn’t then I know I would end up just acting like his little side hoe again, and I couldn’t keep doing that.

“Wow someone’s grouchy” he says.

“Matt what do you want, why did you call”

“Why are you getting so upset with me?” Matt says.

“Did I do something”

“Matt just leave me alone.” I say while hanging up.

- - -

🎶 cause you keep me on a rope, and tied a noose around my throat. 🎶

Fuck me. I think to myself, as I stand in this random persons house, at a party I was invited too last minute.

“Cmonnn, you gotta loosen up a bit” Madi says. I know she’s right, but all I wanna do is look for Matt and lay on his chest while his soft gentle fingers run through my hair.

“Maybe you could find someone else to hook up with even” Ava says. “Okay..fineee” I say.

While glancing around the room trying to find someone at least a little attractive, I see Matt with a random blonde tracing his tattoos and giving him “fuck me” eyes.

I move my eyes down a little bit and see his hand on her ass. Fuck, I think to myself.

As the tears start forming at my eyes, I feel my chest start to tighten.

I run through the crowd trying not to make it obvious that I’m upset, until I find a door and open it, only to find 2 random people fucking each other. “Sorry!” I say while storming out.

I find another door and open it, thank god nobody’s in this one. My back hits the door and I slide down it while heavy sobs escape my mouth.

I hear a knock at the door, “hey y/n you in there?” I hear from a familiar voice, Matt’s voice.

I try to stay silent but then once I feel the door push my back foward, I realize that I forgot to lock the door.

“What’s wrong, baby?” The words escape his mouth so easily, yet effect me so much.

“I’m fine, Matt really just leave me alone” I say.

“No, what is wrong? It’s obvious I did something.” He says.

I’m in love with you Matt. I wanna say, but of course, I don’t.

“Did you not fin- fuck y/n you didn’t finish did you.” He says.

“Oh my god Matt yes I fucking finished dumbass” I say.

“I think you just need to loosen up” he says, picking me off the ground gently

Before I know it, he turns me around an slams me against the door

He slowly lifts up my dress with his hands, and moves my underwear to the side.

Without a warning, he inserts 2 fingers into me. “Fuck matt” I say.

“Now.. you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He says.

“It’s nothing I’m just going through a tough time right now” I say, breathing heavily and trying not to moan.

- - -

🎶you know what your doing when your coming back, and I don’t wanna have another heart attack🎶

He puts my clothing back on, kissing all over my body. “So pretty” he says. “And your all mine” he says. Killing me

“fuck I love you” he says. Killing me.

I agree to go back to his house and hangout for a bit. I knew I shouldn’t, but at the end of the day he is also my best friend and I just missed it.

“you know, i enjoy fucking, but I also just enjoy your presence and hanging out with you.” He says while rubbing my thigh. Killing me.

“Yeah me too” I say. “Then why have you been so distant?” He says. I know I shouldn’t admit anything, but maybe he deserves to know something at least.

“Well when we were at the party earlier, and I saw your hand on that girls ass” “I kinda got upset and I-“ I say before he cuts me off

“Y/n, we never agreed to not seeing other people.” “We are just friends with benefits right?” He says.

“Right.” I say. Killing me

- - -

🎶 but even though your killing me, yeah 🎶

Everything he is doing is killing me. The kisses and praises he leaves all over my body after sex killed me.

Every time I seen him go on a date, or dancing with another girl at a party killed me.

But most importantly, every time he has to remind me that we are just friends kills me.

I know this is not good, I know leaving his house bawling my eyes out was not good for me.

Everyone tells me I need to tell him. My therapist, my friends, even his brothers, which now know about my feelings because I mean come on it’s pretty obvious.

It could be the fact that it’s midnight, or the fact that that I smoked 2 j’s, but i think its time to tell him.

I get into my car, put some music on and before I can think I start driving.

- - -

I arrive at his door, and immediately knock. Nick & Chris don’t stay up that late but Matt does so Matt answers the door.

“Hey y/n, you didn’t tell me you were coming”

“I know” I say. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure” he says. Opening the door wider for me to come in.

We arrive to his room, and the tension is high. He can tell something’s off, and my heart is pounding out of my chest.

“Y/n what the fuck is wrong?” “You ignore me, and then we have sex and you don’t let me even hold you!”

“I don’t fucking understand, you say your going through a tough time but you don’t tell me anything!” He says.

“Matt it’s cause I’m fucking in love with you.” I say.

…. The silence is a unbearable amount of loud and the air becomes even more tense if that’s possible

“Every time you kiss me it kills me because I know we won’t ever be able to do that without fucking.”

“Every time you hold me, it kills me because I know your just doing it because you just nearly took my ability to walk away.”

“Every time you call me yours it kills me because I know that I’m not, and I never will be”

“I thought maybe if I ignored you it would get better and these feelings would pass but the more I ignored you the more it hurt and I couldn’t take it anymore” I say.

“I can’t just fucking be your lover when you want me to be, and then see you eye fucking a ton of other girls at parties” I say

“You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve me. I caught feelings and this is all my fault.”

“But I also don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve to feel like I’m getting stabbed anytime I come near you.” I say while leaving his room and slamming the door on my way out.

My chest feels tighter then it ever has, but I also somehow feel relieved. I finally let it out, I don’t feel so locked up anymore.

I run out of the house ignoring all of the “y/n wait!” “Y/n comeback” s that come out of his mouth.

- - -

🎶 beat my heart to black and blue 🎶

When I arrive home, I walk in sobbing and Immediately drop to the floor.

“Oh my god y/n what happened” Ava says.

I am on the verge of passing out, everything around me is tuned out and my eyes are blurry, quite frankly I don’t know how I survived the drive home. I felt light headed and like I was about to puke.

“Y/n stay with me, everything’s going to be okay” Ava says.

- - -

Everything from that night is a blur. I know what happened and I know what I did, but all the details are erased from my brain.

My room reeks of alcohol, weed, and just disgustingness considering I haven’t cleaned my room, nor got out of my bed for 4 days.

I haven’t gotten any messages from Matt, he hasn’t came here, he’s just gone.

There’s been music blaring in my room for 3 hours straight, the songs going from sad, to chill, to hype music where I start convincing myself I’m over it until it turns back into sad music again.

“The cut that always bleeds” by Conan Grey turns on, and I immediately turn it all the way up.

This song can explain me and Matt’s relationship more then I can, and I can’t listen to it without bawling my eyes out.

“Oooh, oooh, but even though your killing me” I sing while my head lays back on my headboard

Tears start streaming down my face, Matt’s shirt I haven’t token off for 4 days getting soaked from my tears.

“I need you like the air I breath”

“I need, I need you more than me.”

No matter how much I don’t wanna admit it, I need Matt more then anything. I need his hands rubbing all over me, i need his lips against mine, I need our hands interlinked. I need him………

…. The end.

A/N, this is my 2nd fic ever, I think this fic is way better then my 1st one, but I still don’t know if I would consider it good, anywho I love the cut that always bleeds but I can’t listen to it without crying so I thought why not make a fic about it!! I love angst and couldn’t wait to write it so I did just that. Hope you enjoyed!! 😋😋

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I'm older than you and I've never been in a relationship so I understand it.

How do you feel? I'm another bloomer ig 😂😂😂

oooh, this is a deep question and I love it, it's 2am here so perfect time for some deep thoughts and pondering.

in Australia, the average age ppl get into their first relationship and start having sex is between 15-17 and I'm over 25 and never been in a relationship and a virgin so I'm past late bloomer territory..

i'm in the 'the leaves have crumbled up and dried' territory.

I feel like as a female, it is more 'acceptable' for a woman to be a late bloomer than a man, I feel like there's less judgement and pressure b/c women in society are deemed more romantic and more likely to wait for 'the one'.

So I guess I'm lucky there,

It's just more lonely and frustrating than anything else b/c I don't have any good excuse or reason to be a late bloomer other than I just haven't met or had anyone that has found me romantically attractive or want to pursue a relationship.

And yeah, I have initiated and shown interest to ppl who've I've had crushes on in the past and have been turned down.

I used to struggle with it a lot and I occasionally still do but not as much with feeling like I'm being punished or feeling like there's something wrong with me by not having romantic/sexual experience at my age when I am attractive, educated and emotionally available and committed.

I'm not religious, nor am I waiting for marriage or practicing abstinence so it's rlly just a 'it hasn't happened yet' kinda situation.

I am also demisexual so that inability to have sex w/o an emotional connection further diminishes my opportunities for romantic relationships where hook-up/one night stand culture is so prevalent and preferred right now.

I was having this discussion with a friend and I think a part of that is when I was growing up, I was only told that men would never reject a woman's advances and interest b/c they're easy so when I've asked out guys in the past and they've turned me down it's like wtf??

am I not doing something right as a female? what's going on here?

I feel like the biggest insecurity I have now with it is when I will be in my first ever relationship and having to reveal that I am a virgin b/c that's not considered 'attractive' by Australian standards- it's expected of me to have a lot of experience at my age being a female.

And also b/c 'virginity' in Australia (at least where I live in Australia) is actually a bit of a turn-off for most men the same age as me- I have friends and have watched tiktoks and heard conversations in public about how they don't want to be with a virgin b/c it's too much of an 'effort' to be someone's first time or they don't want to have to 'train' that person or they don't want to be with a virgin b/c the sex will be bad.

which is just absolutely disgusting imo and so low-effort and I would never want to be with someone who views 'virginity' as burdensome but I know statistically that at my age, it is more likely that my future partner will be more experienced than me and I just hope that my enthusiasm, understanding of what I desire and like and my openness in trying new things will be enough.

So yeah, it is lonely and frustrating and makes me feel slightly insecure but I don't regret it b/c I feel like I have saved myself a lot of emotional pain and anguish by being a 'late bloomer'.

I just hope I experience a long-term romantic relationship before I turn 40 b/c I just can't wait that damn long.

[kyriethesquishysquid]

Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 5

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~9.5k

Rating: Mature

A/N: Lots of slice-of-life fluff, and of course, some lovely smut to level out that sweetness as well. In the next chapter or two, we will be confronting some more serious topics so let’s enjoy these fun times for now! Also, I’m sorry this turned out so long but I hope it makes up for the lack of posting this week!

Fun fact, there’s a little scene in here where the reader reminisces on discovering that König liked that she was plus-sized. You CANNOT convince me that the giant that is König wouldn’t love a woman he knows he can throw around without hurting, someone with a little extra curve for his massive hands to hold onto. If you disagree, shhhh. It’s my HC and let me be delulu lol. 

Also also, if you’re interested in hearing the song referenced on the car ride, I’ll link it here! Any of my mask/obsessive/stalker kink lovers will get a kick outta the video I think. 🤭 The lyrics match obsessive König to a fucking T babes!

TW: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ AS THERE ARE NEW POSSIBLY TRIGGERING KINKS!

Discussions of weight and being chubby - both in a positive and negative light. Reader has to confront anxiety and bad feelings. Reader’s sexuality has never been talked about but in this chapter, it alludes to her being -at the very least- slightly attracted to a woman. Lots of emotions. THE L BOMB! Smut, oral, rough sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, dom/sub, creampie, BREEDING KINK AND BREATH PLAY! I promise those two trigger warnings will not be used often, so if those aren’t your cup of tea you can easily skip over the end of the smut in this one! Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Arschloch - Asshole

Dummköpfe - Fools/Idiots

Maus - Mouse

Schatz - Darling

Liebling - Love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist - You have no fucking idea how sexy you are

Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen - I would burn down the world for you

Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? - Do you know how much I want to fill you?

Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst - You would look so beautiful pregnant with my baby

Oh, verdammt, ich komme! - Oh, fuck, I’m coming

“What are the chances we are together again, hmm?” Amy asked, grinning as she bumped her elbow against yours then whispered, all conspiratorial, “Not that I’m complaining. It’s good to have another woman around these meatheads.”

“Right?!” you groaned back to the redhead, eyes darting to said men loading up the SUV, “They must have noticed what a badass team we make when it comes to paperwork.” 

“Alright, chatty Kathy, let’s get it goin’.”

Max hooked an arm around your neck as he walked by and dragged you to the vehicle with him, not releasing his hold no matter how hard you fought until right at the doors. 

“I can fucking walk by myself you know?” you bit out with red cheeks.

He snickered and retorted, “I’ve seen you walk into glass doors before, kid, I don’t trust a single thing you do.” 

There was a sense of satisfaction at the guttural groan he released when your elbow landed perfectly in his gut and you took the chance to jerk the front door open, hopping in and locking it before he could do anything about it. 

“I call shotgun,” you sang gleefully. 

When the driver-side door opened, you couldn’t bite back the smile that grew on your lips, trying to hide it with a little cough instead as König slid his massive frame into the too-small spot. You’d never seen him in a “small” vehicle before, much less the driver seat. It was amusing to watch him mutter little German curses under his breath as he adjusted the seat back until his long legs were comfortable and his head wasn’t crammed against the ceiling.

“Coulda let me drive,” Horangi called from the very back row, seated next to Luke, your other teammate.

You grinned as König simply tossed the operator a scathing glare before finally starting up the SUV.

“Alright, let’s get this road trip on the way!” Amy cheered from her seat behind König.

“You know this isn’t actually a road trip, right?” Max teased her.

“You know you’re annoying, right?”

Eyes brows lifting in surprise, you watched as the two began playfully arguing. Soulless Ginger, Meathead, and other tasteful nicknames were tossed back and forth as they bit into each other verbally. They’d been like this since your teams had met up this morning and you were almost one hundred percent certain it was instant sexual tension that caused it. 

Your gaze traveled to König and you subtly tilted your head back to the duo, silently asking if he was thinking the same thing as you. The only answer you got was a slight shrug before he handed his phone your way. 

“Put some music on to drown out those dummköpfe,” he instructed you quietly. 

A wave of something sweet and longing warmed your chest as you unlocked his screen to open YouTube. It was domestic, really. This was the most normal thing you’d done with him in the entirety of your relationship. Sure, it was all a guise to cover up the mission your teams were on, but you were going to soak up every last drop of normality. 

When you were first approached with the mission details, you were worried about being in such close proximity to König around others for so long, but then Graves had made it clear that you all were going undercover, as a group of friends camping out in the woods for a few drunken nights of fun while in reality, you would be gathering intel on an Ultranationalists’ base deep in the valley. That meant you were free to do whatever it took to sell your cover from the time you left base until you all made it safely back home. This afforded you two some leeway. Friends could talk. Friends could hug, lean against one another, and enjoy each other's company. Sure, you couldn’t just kiss him in front of everyone, but being able to spend time with him was honestly just as good. 

Max’s cry of pain tore you from your inner thoughts and you quickly brought up one of your new favorite artists, a German rapper you had rediscovered while deep-diving to learn more of the language in hopes of impressing König. As the first heavy notes of Devilish Polo’s Bei Dir hit, you locked the phone screen and set it down on the console, letting your gaze turn out the window as the music filled the vehicle. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like it had interrupted Amy and Max’s little lover’s quarrel but at least it covered the noise for the most part. As the first hook ended, you could practically feel König’s eyes on you, as heavy as ever when you started singing along with the first- and your personal favorite- lyrics of the main verse.

“Du weißt, du kannst nicht entkommen, Bin für immer in dei'm Kopf.” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape, I'm in your head forever.)</em>

Your German wasn’t anywhere near perfect but it was passable enough after practicing, enough that he would understand that you knew what you were saying. You turned to face him when his gaze got to be suffocating but you couldn’t hide the satisfied little grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“Problem?” you asked sweetly.

It’s clear he was itching to say something, his sharp blue eyes dark and heavy as they flicked from the road back to you, and you watched contentedly as his big hands tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Interesting song choice,” is all he muttered after a moment. 

You gave a little hum of agreement and replied, “Yeah, I found it a couple weeks ago. I <em>really</em> like the lyrics.” 

You know you were laying it on thick but the way his hips subtly shifted in his seat and the little “Scheiße” let you know you’d hit your intended target. It had been a guess, albeit an educated one, but something told you he would enjoy a song about possession and obsession as much as you did, especially considering it was in his native tongue. From the moment you had heard it and translated the lyrics, you’d been dying to share it with him, mind filled with images of your bodies coming together to the beat. 

A hand over yours dragged you out of the deep dirty recesses of your mind and your eyes widened slightly before you schooled your expression. The way you were angled with your hand resting down against the cupholders, there was no way any of them could see your hands together unless Max or Amy leaned forward really far. Your heart thumped heavily in your ears as you carefully turned your hand so your fingers could intertwine with his, breath catching when he squeezed a little too tight before releasing back to a comfortable hold. 

“Warte nur, bis ich dich später erwische,” he rumbled lowly, eyes narrowing as he watched the road. 

You weren’t sure what he said but god did it ever make you wanna say fuck the mission and drag him to the nearest hotel. Unfortunately, reality struck with the loud laughter of the four in back, as Amy screeched about throwing Max out of the car if he didn’t stop and he retaliated with a threat of cutting her hair in her sleep. As annoying as the random outbursts were, you were still on cloud nine. König at your side, friends and acquaintances having a good time in back, it just felt… right. As you rubbed your thumb along his, you couldn't help but question if maybe one day he’d actually want to leave the military life so things like this could become more common. 

…

“You’re sure this is okay?” you questioned for the fifth time, cradling the bottles of vodka close to your chest for safekeeping. 

“For the last time, yes!” Max groaned, “This first night is practically R&R before the real shit starts. We might as well live it up while we can, brat.”

It felt wrong to be allowed to drink while on a mission but he did have a point, as insufferable as it was to admit that. Admitting defeat with a small nod, you waved him off and continued to the other drinks, set on grabbing a couple chasers and waters to last you through the night. 

Your intense studying of the sodas was broken by a sudden grunt as your hand came into contact with something soft when you swung the door open. Lips parting in shock, you looked over and found the something soft to be a man. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you-”

He chuckled deeply as he made a show of rubbing his stomach but muttered, “It’s fine.” 

“No, it’s not, really!” you groaned, shutting the door and stepping in closer, “Did I actually hurt you? I don’t think I could cause any lasting damage but I <em>am</em> a nurse so I could check it out?” 

Concern for his well-being shifted suddenly into concern for yourself when he grabbed the hand reaching out for him and placed it on his stomach, now firmer than before as if flexing to show off. Heh. If only he knew that your boyfriend could break his spine in one fell swoop.

“See, no harm done,” he said brightly, “Besides, it’s not every day I can say that I got literally hit on by a woman as hot as yourself.” 

You instinctively jerked your hand away into your chest and forced on a weak smile. 

“Uh, thanks. I’m- I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you sighed, “If I can pay for your drinks or something to make up for it…?” 

Brows burrowing over his dark green eyes, he took a step closer, a pensive expression crossing his face. 

“Now that you mention it, you could make it up to me by letting me take you out for a drink.”

Of course. Fucking hell. You tried to politely decline him, explained that you weren’t from the area when he pushed even harder, and even offered to just throw cash his way, but none of it was working. 

“Look, I have a boyfriend and-”

“Where’s he at then, because I don’t see him?” he asked, voice deepening with something dangerous as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“He’s outside, he’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the man let out a shriek much higher pitched than you’d ever imagine coming out of him. As soon as your eyes opened, you found König pinning him to the cooler door. 

“H-Hey man, we- we don’t gotta do this,” the creep tried weakly. 

König’s eyes softened as they looked over you and he asked, “You okay?”

“Better now,” you replied, sliding over to rest your palm against his lower back, “He’s not worth it.” 

The noise he let out was a clear indicator that he completely disagreed with your statement but you could feel the way some of the tension seeped out of his muscles as you started to rub his back. 

“Come on, let’s just get back on the road,” you urged.

When he finally released the guy, the smaller man nearly tripped over himself as he tucked tail and ran for the door. It was hilarious, honestly, but the amusement drained once you caught the worried look in his eyes. 

“He didn’t hurt me,” you promised him. 

König snorted but didn’t reply, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you along to the back where he practically threw you into the women’s single restroom. 

“König, we can’t bring this in here! I haven’t paid-”

You barely registered the sound of the door lock clicking before your back slammed against the metal,  eager hands taking the bottles out of your grasp. He put them aside, god knows where, only to grab your hips and lift you onto his waist. You barely caught the sight of his gaiter being drawn down before his mouth was on yours. 

“I can’t fucking take you anywhere without men tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he snarled, “Do you know how fucking frustrating that is?!” 

“K-”

He silenced you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, welcoming each eager moan you let out like it were better than oxygen itself. His hands slipped down to cup your ass and a shiver ran down your spine as he massaged your globes gently. 

“König,” you whined, “We- We can’t- we don’t have- time to-”

 Despite your objections, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him in closer. It’d been almost a month since you’d properly touched him and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking about this since you were given the mission brief from Graves. 

“Then we will <em> make time</em>, maus, because I am not leaving this room without hearing you moan my name, do you understand?” 

Eyes rolling back in your head, you gave in with a weak whimper when his hips ground against your cunt, the hard seam of your jeans being pushed perfectly against your clit by his growing erection. His nose brushed against yours, his mouth so close you could feel his breath panting across your wet lips yet just far enough to deny you the kiss. Digging your hands into his shaggy blonde locks, you tried to pull him forward to no avail.

“Say you understand, Süßes mädchen,” he demanded gruffly. 

“F-Fuck, König, I- I understand, just- please!”

Your words were silenced by a sudden pounding on the door, your heart clenching in pain at the sudden shock. Neither of you moved, eyes locked as your face burned hot. And then they knocked again. 

“If you two are done fuckin’ in there, we’re ready to go!” Max sang quietly. 

“Jesus fucking- Just give me a second,” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your tone. 

Well, fuck. The cat was out of the bag, at least to Max. Hopefully, you could get him alone and talk to him about it before he said something. You trusted him, a lot, so if you could just get him to <em>agree</em> to keep it quiet, you believed he’d keep the secret. You could hear him cackling to himself as he walked away and instantly slumped against König with a whine. It wasn’t even half a minute later before his hand was on your face, fingers and thumb pressing into your chubby cheeks as he lifted your head and stared into your eyes keenly. 

“Tonight, keep your tent opened for me,” he breathed.

“U-Uh, okay,” you murmured in shock. 

Another soft kiss and you were set down on the floor, left to watch in awe as he pulled the black gaiter back up. 

“Oh, hey, lean down,” you murmured, crooking your finger at him.

Lifting a brow in confusion, he did as asked and you giddily fixed his out-of-place hairs from your actions. 

“Didn’t wanna leave you with almost-sex hair,” you teased. 

His chuckle ran shudders down your spine, straight to your cunt, and you silently cursed out Max for ruining your first alone time with König in weeks. Letting out a sigh, you collected the vodka bottles and followed the big man out to the register, snagging a two-liter of Sprite from one of the aisles you walked through on the way. It would have to be good enough. You didn’t want to hold up the group any more than you already had. 

König took the drinks and set them up with his other stuff as the cashier started to talk to him, drawing your attention from him to her. She was pretty, like, really pretty; Could be a model pretty with her long blonde curls, bright green eyes, and petite figure. For a moment, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to look like her or date her more. 

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked, her voice warm and soft.

“Ja, thank you,” König replied simply.

Aaaaannnd she instantly melted. No one was immune to him it seemed, not that you could blame her. Without his sniper hood and kit, he looked much more approachable, his beautiful blue eyes unmarred by the usual eye black and his tousled blonde locks basically begging to be touched. Add in the fact that he was six foot eight, about two hundred and eight pounds of pure muscle in a tight black shirt and khakis, and the Austrian accent to boot, no male-attracted person <em>wouldn’t</em> want him. 

“I’m glad to hear it! Haven’t seen you around these parts before. You new to town?” she pushed on, a cute pink now decorating her cheeks. 

König made a non-commital noise and muttered, “Passing through.”

The cashier began rambling on about all the things to do in the small town but you tuned her out when you noticed König tapping his fingers rapidly against his thigh. He was quite good at guarding his expressions but apparently not his body, his movements screaming anxious or annoyed. He’d talked with you a little on the subject when you mentioned getting anxious over meeting your trainer for the first time, but you’d never really been in a situation where you saw his. 

Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his, waiting for a reaction before you fully committed to the action. You wanted to help but you weren’t sure if a public display of affection would just make it worse. When he grabbed your hand, his gaze met yours and you saw that familiar little crinkle appear by his eyes, his lips quirking up under the fabric. 

“Danke, meine liebling,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“So your total is twenty-eight thirty.”

The cashier speaking broke the comfortable little bubble around the two of you. Flushing softly as you saw the annoyance in her glare, you apologized to her for getting distracted and let go of König to grab your wallet from your purse only for your hand to be smacked away. Confusion brought your head up when you heard the beep of the card reader and watched him take the bag from her. 

“I was going to pay for that,” you mumbled, arms across your chest as you pouted. 

König chuckled and leaned down, resting a hand on the dip in your back to lead you out as he murmured lowly, “I know, but you will not pay for a single thing while I am here.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know? I do have my own money.” 

“Ja, but you are mine, and I always take care of what’s precious to me,” he replied smoothly.

Butterflies stormed your belly and you found it impossible to hold his gaze as he opened the glass door for you, urging you through first. What was this man doing to you? Treating you like a princess in bed was one thing, but to have him doting on you like this the rest of the time too? It was going to take some getting used to.  

“Have a good night! Don’t forget to stop by on your way back through!” 

You had to give it to her, she didn’t give up easily. If only you had the same gumption. You couldn’t have even imagined talking to König, let alone hitting on him, if he hadn’t been the one to initiate the conversation. 

“Thanks, have a good one,” you called back as König gave a half-assed little wave, letting the door shut behind you.

The warmth of his hand left your back as you approached the SUV, Amy and Max smoking at the back while Horangi and Luke yelled about something to do with cake from the back seat. 

“All good?” Amy asked.

You saw the mischievous look in Max’s eyes as he took a drag off his cigarette and lifted a single brow. 

“Yeah, everything good?” he parroted, a much more suggestive tone to his voice. 

Barely containing the urge to strangle him, you forced on a smile and nodded in reply. 

“Peachy, König had to rescue me from a douche bag but otherwise-”

“What?!” “What!”

Both were instantly at attention, Amy practically clucking around you like a mother hen while Max mumbled about figuring out who it was so he could “just talk to him”. It was adorable honestly. 

“Guys-”

“He’s gone,” König interrupted, a tinge of amusement in his tone as he walked by to get to his door, “Practically pissed himself on the way out.” 

Once they were certain you weren’t hurt, they finished their cigarettes and you all climbed back into the SUV. König instantly passed you his phone again, a silent understanding that you’d control the music, and you were on the road once more. 

“Oh, shit, did you see that cashier though?!” Luke cried suddenly, as if having a revelation. 

Horangi and Max instantly leaped on the topic. 

“Dude, right?! What a smoke show!” Max jeered eagerly, “She knew it too because there was no denyin’ the way she was tryin’ to show us her ass to get that pack of Marlboros.”

Amy let out a groan that matched the way you felt about the subject matter. At least they weren’t being too gross about it. You could imagine Amy, like you, had heard too much from the guys you worked with. 

“And what an ass it was,” Horangi groaned then raised his voice, “I bet the big man had an even better view down her top too, ain’t that right, König?”  

König went stiff beside you and you did your best to not react as you spotted the slight flush peeking over his gaiter. You could practically feel the nerves rolling off of him in waves, or were you projecting your own onto him? Did he usually talk about that kind of thing with Horangi? Not like you could really be upset with him if he did. Nobody knew about your secret relationship, and it wasn’t like looking at other people was illegal anyway. You could only imagine the beautiful women he worked with at KorTac. Fuck, take Amy as an example. She was gorgeous, and you had no doubt his fellow military members were attractive as well, especially since they all had to keep up a certain fitness level. No, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- be mad if he did the usual guy talk with his friends, but it didn’t make the knot of jealousy and insecurity in your chest any less painful. 

He made a non-commital noise in reply and Horangi burst into laughter. 

“I knew it! She try to pick you up too?” Horangi snickered.

Max slapped his leg and added, “She practically begged Horangi and me for a threesome.” 

“Think she’d be down to run a train if we-”

“Okay, enough!” Amy snapped.

When you looked back in surprise, you felt your heart tug in empathy at the deep red patches across her face. Yeah, she definitely felt the same way you did. 

“You have two women in the car with you assholes! Can you not be disgusting for five minutes?” she added on, “God, we don’t want to hear the way you talk about women as if we’re just pieces of meat for you to fuck.” 

The guys quieted down, a clear look of embarrassment or discomfort on their faces. 

“She’s not wrong,” you added quietly, “It’s just… it’s weird to hear.” 

Max was the first to break the silence, nudging Amy gently as he said, “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry though. You’re fitter than her by a long shot.” 

It was clear he said it to ease the tension and thankfully it worked, Amy’s face darkening again but with a little smirk curling up the ends of her lips. 

“Shut up, you… man,” she shot back with a groan. 

As everyone seemed to relax back into normal conversations, you busied yourself on your phone for a distraction. Scrolling Instagram for a while helped somewhat calm your thoughts, but they came back instantly when you felt König’s fingers touch yours. 

Fuck. As you slid your fingers between his, you did your best to calm the emotions brewing in your belly. It wasn’t like you were mad, or even jealous really, you just felt… inferior, mentally comparing yourself to her. 

“Schatz?” he asked quietly, drawing your attention up.

The concern in his eyes made your heart ache. He knew you so well that it was honestly scary sometimes; a subtle reminder of how much effort he put into understanding you because he liked you <em>that</em> much. Despite being able to have anyone he could want, he chose <em>you</em>. Tapping your thumb against his, you flashed him a little smile. 

“I’m okay,” you assured him.

He seemed unsure of your response but, thankfully, dropped the subject. However, you did notice him holding your hand a little tighter and looking over at you even more until you made it to the drop-off point.

“Alright, remember to take everything. We are not coming back here until the camping trip is over,” König instructed as he slammed his door shut, “If you forget anything, that is on you.” 

“Copy, sir,” Luke replied.

The process of unloading the car took even longer than loading it had, and you really started to feel the fatigue of the day hit during the trek to the camping spot. They had determined that approximately five miles in from the usual campgrounds would be far enough out to avoid strangers dropping in but close enough to claim they got lost if they <em>were</em> discovered by anyone. It also left them about three miles from the supposed Ultranationalist’s base. Smart, but tiring nonetheless. You were suddenly quite happy for all the cardio and training you’d been doing with Max because, before that? You would have never been able to make the hike. 

“We’re here, sir,” Max said suddenly, lifting his GPS toward the colonel.

Thankfully the chosen spot was in a little clearing, not perfectly flat but better than sleeping directly on tree roots and rocks. A silence fell over the group as you all worked on assembling your tents. You and Amy were the only ones with a separate tent all on your own. Horangi and König shared a big one while Luke and Max did the same. By the time the last tent was up and ready, it was already starting to get dark. 

“Okay, fire time, anyone here a pyromaniac?” Horangi asked.

…

“Okay, okay! Never have I ever… slept with someone the same day I met them!” Amy said with a grin, eyes gleaming with the flames before her.

Max cried something about “unfair” while Horangi and Luke just took their shots with a sigh. Immediately your eyes went to König, blushing when you realized he was already staring at you. You subtly lifted your glass to him before downing the shot, grinning when he did the same.  

“Luke, your go!” 

The blonde leaned back and stared up at the sky for a second before a wide grin crossed his face. 

“Never have I ever received anal, and by that, I mean actually taken a dick or dildo up the ass. Fingers don’t count,” he finally said. 

You barely caught your mouth from dropping open in shock when Horangi, Max, and Amy all took shots. 

“Really?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, you haven’t?” Max shot back with a snicker.

Cheeks heating up, you shrugged in reply, suddenly feeling a little out of place. 

“Hey, not everyone likes it, it’s not a big deal,” Amy assured you, “I don’t even really, I just did it for a guy a few times.” 

“I just haven’t really trusted anyone enough,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, trust is definitely a big thing,” she agreed. 

Max popped open his last beer and took a long drink, eyes surveying the group as he made a show of thinking over his question. 

“Ah, got it! Never have I ever faked an orgasm!” he cried.

Both you and Amy immediately groan, taking the shot like good little troopers. You were surprised to see Luke take a drink as well. 

“Damn, both of you? Really?” Horangi hissed, “That’s harsh. Like, with a one-night stand or-”

“I don’t really do that so… no,” you replied with a shrug, “Been left high and dry by friends with benefits and relationships.”

Amy grimaced and said, “Yeesh, mine was at least with a guy who didn’t know me well. Fuck, if I’m gonna have sex with him more than once, he’d better know what he’s doing or there won’t be a third time.”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, nearly spraying Sprite from your mouth like a fountain until you clapped a hand over your mouth and groaned. 

“Annyywaaayyy, on that note, I’m gonna turn into a pumpkin,” Max sighed, dropping his now empty beer bottle in the growing pile between him and Horangi. 

“Already?” Luke groaned. 

“Yeah, man, this has been fun but I don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow,” Max explained. 

As he got to his feet, you followed suit, telling the group you were headed to bed as well. Really you just wanted the chance to talk to Max about König and you. On the way over to the tents, you pulled him to a stop. 

“Hey, about earlier-”

“I’m not goin’ to say anythin’,” he cut in, smirking down at you, “Big guy deserves happiness and so do you.”

Blinking in shock, you stammered through questions until you finally asked, “What?”

“König; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” he explained as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “He’s a good guy once you get passed the happily-murderin’-people thin’, and I know that he’s not goin’ to hurt you, so I’ve no reason to say anythin’.”

At that, your brows furrowed. 

“You knew König before today?” you asked. 

Max stared at you as if you were stupid for a second before he groaned and said, “Shit, he hasn’t told you yet? I thought you knew there were some of us keeping an eye on the Shadows?”

“No, no, he told me that, I just didn’t know that <em>you</em> were one of them.”

“Why else do you think Declan’s shit got aired when it did? Not only was the guy a creep, but König didn’t want someone he couldn’t trust bein’ alone with you that often,” he explained, “Thus, voila, me!” 

Things slowly began to shift into place; The reason he was so insistent on training you properly, always keeping an eye out for you, and treating you like a sister. You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You knew König had spies inside the Shadows, and had admitted to using them to get to know you, but he was still manipulating your life even now? Why didn’t he just tell you? 

“Don’t be upset with him, aye? He’s just lookin’ out for you,” Max said suddenly, clapping a hand down on your shoulder.

“Yeah, no, I’m not mad,” you replied instantly, “Just… confused.” 

“That’s fair. Anywho, good night, oh and if <em>you</em> hear anything comin’ from Amy’s or mine, no ya didn’t,” he snickered, throwing a wink your way when you made a face. 

“Yeah, uh, okay then. Good night.” 

The two of you parted ways and you crawled into your tent with a sigh, thoughts rushing a mile a minute. You were honest when you said you weren’t upset at him, but you definitely wanted an explanation as to why. Turning on your little lamp, you used the light to dig through your bag until you found the black nightie you’d thrown in last minute. It was the only remotely sexy thing you had to sleep in and you wanted to be wearing something other than ratty old pajamas if König stuck to his word and actually joined you. Thankfully, it was pretty warm despite the time of year, so you were only slightly cold before you buried yourself in your sleeping bag and blanket. As you got comfortable, you listened to the sounds of the others talking and laughing, and despite your best efforts, you found your eyes fluttering closed. 

The next thing you knew, you were woken by the sound of a zipper and the tent rustling. At first, you thought about screaming until you heard a soft German curse by your feet. You sat up quickly to find his shadow struggling outside the tent. 

“H-Hold on,” you whispered, crawling forward to open it from your side, “I’m sorry, I thought I’d left enough room to get it open.” 

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Watching his giant form crawl through the tiny ass entry to the tent was probably the funniest thing you’d ever seen. He zipped it back before turning to face you, the lack of space in the tent making his proximity seem even closer. 

“Hey you,” you murmured softly, putting a hand out his way. 

He pulled your hand forward and placed a little kiss on your palm as he rumbled, “Hello, meine schatz. I would have been here sooner but Horangi wouldn’t stop talking about some football game- Ah, it does not matter, I’m just glad to be with you now.” 

You agreed quietly as he crawled to close the distance between your bodies, pushing you back onto the blanket as he did so until he was hovering over you with his hips firmly against yours. 

“I am sorry for earlier,” he said suddenly. 

“Hmm, earlier?” you asked, caught off guard by the statement. 

He gestured behind him and said, “Them, their talk about that woman. I could tell it upset you.” 

Well, shit. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. 

“And for the record, no, I did not look down her shirt,” he added, leaning down until his lips were barely brushing yours.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

“I wasn’t upset about that, König,” you assured him softly, “Though I wouldn’t blame you if you did. She <em>was</em> very pretty. It was mostly just how they talked about her that bothered me.” 

He made a noise low in his throat that made your skin tingle. When his mouth finally met yours, it was rough, teeth clacking and tongues battling. One hand planted itself by your head while the other wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up to give him better access to the furthest back parts of your mouth. You couldn’t resist rolling your hips up in search of friction and were rewarded with the delicious pressure of his hardening cock. When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting for air.

“Scheiße, why would I ever look at her when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here?” he groaned, fingers giving your throat a little squeeze before trailing down your chest, “Nobody could compare to you, kleine maus.”

“F-Fuck!” you gasped out as he pinched your nipple through the nightie. 

Your chest was heaving with both lust and emotion as he slowly slid the strap down, revealing your breast to his hungry gaze. 

“Look at this, I barely touch you and your body reacts so perfectly to me,” he groaned softly. 

As his fingers slid over your tit and squeezed, you pulled him into another eager kiss, your nails scraping down his shoulders to his back as your legs wrapped around his hips. As sweet as his words were, you’d gone too fucking long without him and you needed him badly.

“Have you seen <em>you</em>?” you teased breathlessly between kisses, “You could just be sitting there and I’d be wet for you, meine lieb.” 

The noise he let out sent chills down your spine, the animalistic growl doing nothing to help the need growing between your legs. He suddenly pulled back, dodging as you tried to follow him for more and you couldn’t help but pout.

“That reminds me. You played a very naughty game earlier,” he said sternly, “That song? Where ever did you find that?” 

Grinning proudly, you replied, “I was looking up tips on learning and speaking German and I got distracted by German music and then I found that one. It just… It was kind of ironic, you know? Also, ya know, pretty hot.” 

“How did it go? Du weißt du kannst nicht entkommen, bin für immer in dei’m kopf, du beugst dich über ziehst am spiegel, während dessen zieh ich zopf” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape. I'm in your head forever. You bend over pulling at the mirror while I pull on your braid).</em> 

Blinking in shock, you quietly reply, “Uh, yeah. How’d you remember that?” 

A devilish smirk crossed his face as he finally leaned back down, but he changed his directory quickly to bring his lips to your ear instead.

“I may have listened to it a few times while Horangi was rambling,” he whispered, breath teasing your ear lightly, “Ich will, dass du weißt. Ich bleib bei dir. Ich bleib bei dir, baby, ich bleib bei dir.” &lt;em>(I want you to know. I’ll stay with you. I'll stay with you, baby, I'll stay with you.)</em>

“Oh <em>fuck me</em>,” you hissed, reflexively coiled back to stare up at him in awe. 

Not only had he paid attention to the song, but he had learned it in less than an hour. And he could fucking <em>sing<em> like <em>that</em>?! While his voice was beautiful normally, his gravelly tone fit the song so well that it almost sounded like it was made for him. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss when he started kissing down your neck and humming bits of the song in between. 

“König, please,” you whimpered, fingers threading into his hair as he bit into the side of your breast and sucked. 

“Yes?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement. 

“I need you, please, now.”

Your efforts to pull him closer were thwarted when he pulled back once more, leaving you to glare up at him in frustration. 

“Not yet, scoot over,” he instructed, patting your hip until you begrudgingly moved to give him room. 

Tugging off his shirt, he tossed it aside before laying down on his back, unbuttoning his pants as he motioned you closer once more. You wasted no time climbing over his hips, a grin tilting up your lips at the way your thighs burned with the stretch to fit over his. 

“Ah-ah, nein, come here,” he grunted, taking hold of your waist.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you let him lead you up his body until you were hovering over his chest but when he tried to get you to move farther, you stopped. Unease settled in your chest when he tried again.

“What are you doing?” you asked blankly.

“I want you on my face, now,” he retorted sharply.

Hands sliding down and around, he cupped your ass at the same time as he arched his back, using the momentum to practically throw you forward until you were on hands and knees at his shoulders. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

He let out a huff of a laugh and retorted, “Yes? Why do you seem so surprised?” 

Your eyes widened in shock and you gestured to your body emphatically. 

“I’m not a tiny woman, König, I could hurt you… fuck, I could <em>kill</em> you!” you snapped, face burning hot as his eyes traveled over your form. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he finally rolled his gaze up to meet yours, irritation clear in his eyes slowly melting away as his hands began kneading at your ass. 

“Schatz, you are not going to kill me, nor will you hurt me,” he muttered, “I am more than capable of moving you off if I had to, but I will not need to. Now, come.” 

He made it seem to be cut and dried; Like you wouldn’t be literally restricting his ability to breathe, like you wouldn’t have <em>all</em> of your weight on such a delicate part of the body. 

“I- I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head. 

“Why are you resist-”

“I have big thighs, König, and I know you’re fucking muscle man but what if you lose too much air and you aren’t coherent enough to move me away in time and–”

A sharp slap against your ass had you crying out before you could stop it, the stinging pain radiating through your cheek something fierce as he started to rub the area. Tears welled up in your eyes as he did it again but on the other side. You slapped a hand over your mouth in preparation for more, not wanting to be too loud. As he massaged that too, the pain slowly settled into a low ache that made your pussy throb. König speaking tore you from your inner turmoil and you listened intently. 

“I need you to trust me, meine liebling,”  König demanded, tone leaving little room for argument, “Now, get up here or I will continue to reprimand you until you are unable to even sit tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t!” you hissed, earning a blank look from the big man, “Fuck! For the record, I don’t feel comfortable doing this.”

Despite your words, you let him guide you the rest of the way until your bare cunt was level with his mouth. Fingers squeezed and rubbed at your soft cheeks as he hummed in reply and pulled the nightgown up to rest above your hips. 

“Good thing I don’t care what you want right now.”

Your brain short-circuited in response. Sure, König had always been the dominant and controlling one, but it was always with you in mind. To hear him blatantly state that he was ignoring your concerns was startling… and yet somehow hot as hell. 

He rumbled happily as he pulled you down just shy of sitting on him.

“I’ve been kept well informed about your daily activities and those little boys who think they can win you over.”

The first stroke of his tongue startled a little yelp out of you and you were quick to cover your mouth again, afraid of waking up the fellow campers nearby. His chuckle vibrated your clit in a way that had you almost falling completely against him but you managed to strengthen your legs at the last second and braced one hand on the ground. 

“They- They weren’t-” 

“Nein, do not lie to me. I know about the flowers and the invitations,” he snapped. 

With a little huff, you retorted, “Then you know I threw them away and rejected them, yeah?” 

“That is not enough. They deserve to be <em>flayed alive</em> for even daring to ask you out. The same goes for that arschloch who tried to hit on you today. As if a single one of them is worthy of you, or capable enough to worship this pussy like I do. I am going to remind you just why you belong to me, and why you are only one for me.”   

A little voice in the back of your head dared you to speak up, to tell him it wasn’t their fault they didn’t know you were taken because you had to hide your relationship, but that thought was thrown out the window when he suckled tight on your clit. 

“S-Shi-”

You muffled your little moans again as your other hand found his resting on your hip. Sliding your fingers between his, you slowly let your body relax and allowed him to draw you down even closer, earning a hungry growl from the beast below you. Bit by bit, he coaxed you into rocking your hips. Every movement was met with praising noises from the colonel and it made your anxiety slowly drift away. 

That familiar coil began to tighten in your core as he lapped at your clit faster, broad tongue deft and strong in its motions. It had been way too long since you’d felt his touch and the situation wasn’t making it any easier, the thought of being caught by either of your teammates one that invoked panic and lust. 

You tried to swat away his other hand from where it came to rest on your lower belly, pressing at the extra plush you weren’t comfortable with, but he was too stubborn. He did this the last time you were together too, seemingly understanding how uncomfortable you were with your weight and rolls but refusing to stop touching them. He said he liked how soft you were, that while you were tiny and breakable, he felt better knowing you had that added layer of protection from him and his… excitable tendencies. It kind of hurt, at first, to hear him admit that he noticed that you were indeed chubby but he took his time to <em>prove</em> without a doubt that he saw it as a good thing, something he actually enjoyed on you. The fact that he’d gotten hard while kissing each part of your body that you found imperfect made believing him somewhat easier. 

“O-Oh, oh fuck, König, ju-just- mmh!” 

Biting hard into the meat of your palm, you couldn’t resist giving in completely to your desires, hips moving of their own accord as you chased that growing high. Unfortunately, he tried to say something and, although muffled, his noises instantly broke the spell. 

“Oh god, what? Are you okay?!” you squeaked in shock.

When you tried to move to give him room, his hands clamped down so hard on your hips that you actually cried out and smacked him reflexively. He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t bother letting you go, urging you into moving again. It took a second to calm your heart but once you were certain he hadn’t been calling out for air, you let him pull you back into the waves of bliss. Every stroke of his tongue had your toes curling, little needy mewls of pleasure panting against your palm as your nails dug into the back of his hand. Without really thinking, you reached down and snagged a handful of his hair, pulling him closer as those familiar pulses steadily pushed you toward the edge. 

“König, god, fuck, please baby, I- I-”

Once still, his hands jerked you down until your pussy was flush with his face and his tongue thrust into your core, grinding your clit against his nose with each rut of your hips. It was almost unbearable. Embarrassment tried to rear its ugly head as your thighs clenched around his face but the sudden aggressive moans König let out were enough to fuel you on. 

When it finally hit, it hit hard. Your hand did nothing to stifle the pure, unadulterated ecstasy pouring from your lips, nor the heated mantra of his name as you rode his face. He pushed you through wave after wave of pleasure until you clawed at his hands to release you, escaping from his clutches and falling to the ground beside him in a messy pile of sweat and whimpers. 

König didn’t sound to be in much better shape, his breaths as heavy as yours, but within a minute he was over you, shoving your knees to his chest with one arm while the other tore down his pants and pulled himself free of his boxers. A peek of guilt flashed in your chest as you took in his red, disheveled appearance, but it was as if he sensed it, eyes immediately locking onto yours as he lined up his cock. 

“Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist. Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen,” he panted, “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how beautiful you are, how much I love you.”

Before you even had the chance to react, he thrust forward and buried himself in your cunt with a heady groan. Your hand once again found its place over your mouth as you nearly screamed his name. Sobs broke through your fingers and your other hand found the silky fabric of your sleeping bag, nails scratching and embedding themselves in the fabric in some last-ditch effort to keep yourself grounded.

“Look at me, Süßes mädchen,” he growled, a slight tremor vibrating through his form, “Let me see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you.” 

You tried to listen but the moment he drew out and slammed back in, your eyes instinctively shut against the pain and pleasure. It felt like he was breeching your cervix but the pressure against your g-spot felt so good it nearly canceled it out into something pleasurable. Fabric was no longer enough. You needed more, your hand coming to grab at his wrist and digging your nails into his flesh with a whine. 

“Eyes, Y/N.”

Though hazy and tear-filled, you managed to force them open and found him watching you closely, lip bitten his lips as he groaned softly and started fucking you slowly. The slow pace didn’t continue long, much to your simultaneous relief and downfall. When he shifted and pushed your legs further back, it tore a moan from you both. His cock hit that same sweet spot over and over as you clenched around him and the tears finally broke through. 

“F-Fuck, yeessss, there!” you keened weakly, arching into him with the help of his hold, “So- so good. Ohmygod. König, please don’t- don’t stop, Jesus, don’t ever stop!” 

A devastating snarl filled the air as his thrusts grew violent, fingers squeezing your soft thighs so hard you’d certainly have unexplainable bruising in the morning. That thought alone squeezed your walls tighter around him in need. 

“Scheiße!” he hissed suddenly, jerking his hand away from yours. 

Startled, your eyes popped open only to find him staring at his wrist in awe, fresh drops of dark blood running down his arm. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I-!”

In the next breath, your legs were down around his waist and he was leaning over you, one hand on the ground and the other on your throat so hard you could barely think over the pounding of blood in your ears. 

His voice sounded inhuman as he growled your name and bit out, “Don’t apologize, ever. It is an honor to drive you so mad that you wound me. Mark me all you want, maus, I will wear them with pride.” 

Oh. Oh, that was new. You managed a weak little nod before you lost yourself in his touch, rolling your hips up to meet his as the sounds of bodies slapping muddied the air. 

“I feel you tightening again, schatz, do you want to come for me again? Hmm? Going to be my good girl and come so I can fill this pretty little cunt?”

A little positive squeak was all you could make out under the pressure of his hand but it was enough. Every point of his body against yours felt like pure molten lava. Every thrust of his hips rubbed perfectly against your clit. It was heaven and hell in the best of ways. 

“Pl-Please!” you gasped out as you felt that spark flickering to life. 

“Ja, that’s it, taking me so well,” he grunted. 

It was obvious how close he was, the waver in his voice and the way his pace faltered, and his grip tightened just enough to cut off your air supply. Fear became reality for a moment, but when he cried your name, it was over. Your head slammed back into the ground as you silently screamed for him. The world felt upside down when he suddenly released your throat and the blood rushed back into your head, your lungs panting for much-needed oxygen only to whimper his name with reverence. 

“Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst,” he groaned, voice taking on a high pitched whine, “Need to fill you, breed you, bitte, bitte, can I?” 

The moment your brain registered what he had said, a third orgasm hit and you jerked him into a frantic kiss, ignoring the need for breath. Hearing König say that he wanted to breed you? Instantly, logic was gone. It didn’t matter that you were on birth control and couldn’t get pregnant. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to come in you so deep that you’d never be completely rid of him. 

“Bitte,” you whimpered back, “König, bitte, yes!” 

 His reaction was instant, voracious moans pouring into your mouth as he started pounding you so hard it actually hurt.

“I love you so much,” he growled darkly, “You’re mine forever, you know that, ja? Mine to love, and protect, and fuck, and breed. Gott, you’ll look so fucking beautiful, all round and soft and pregnant… fuck, with <em>my</em> baby. Mine- Oh, verdammt, ich komme!”  

A sob broke through your lips as he buried himself with one last thrust and your walls clung tight to him as he throbbed deep in your cunt. His whines filled your ears like the sweetest symphony, hips twitching and breaths shaky as he rode out his orgasm. 

Pressing a much softer kiss to his mouth, you bumped your nose into his and pushed your forehead to his. If asked later, you would swear that it was at that moment you knew that you were one hundred percent irrevocably and undeniably in love with König. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him, to act on his wishes, and to have him as the father of your children and as your life partner. You would do anything and everything to keep him, to make him as happy as he made you.

Fingers coming to thread into his hair and massage his scalp softly, you whispered against his lips, “I love you too, König, so much.”

[wings-of-ink]

Hi!! I know you said you'll refrain from answering long asks, and this ask is pretty long but I sent it anyways cause I think the answer would be pretty short! If not, please don't feel pressured to respond! If u don't respond I'll take that the answer is longer than I thought it would be, so I've saved it on my notes app and will gladly send it again when u end chapter 3 or whenever u allow it! :)

Now to the ask,

Will it be possible to romance a RO without flirting w/ them? Is it possible to flirt w/ everyone (but this specific RO) or just like one RO and even so end up in a relationship w/ a different RO? I'm thinking of playing a mc that is really attracted physically to people like Zhan but he's been in love w/ Oswin since forever. And he thinks flirting is for when you're playing w/ someone (even tho he's probably seen his parents flirting constantly lol), but since he loves Oswin he doesn't need to play, he can just be genuine. But he still thinks he has no chance w/ Oswin, so he flirts with Zhan (without moving on 😭). But I also feel kinda sad about Zhan I don't wanna hurt their feelings😭 if we flirt w/ them and maybe hook up are they gonna be sad if we get w/ someone else?? 😞 Cause like my mc will start to genuinely care about them but won't be in love pls let's just be besties who used to have benefits🥺 Also if this whole situation is possible, how would Oswin react to it?? Poor boy must be😧🤨😳

Sorry for the long ask, the demo was gigantic and amazing!! Ty so much for your hard work <3

Hello Anon-dear! If your ask is a bit long to read-that's fine, if it's long to answer, that's where I'll need to pause for the time being. That's where I get hung up and distracted, lol. I'm still taking those too, it's still Friday somewhere, lol.

To answer your question, it will absolutely be possible to romance someone without flirting. The "flirt" options are passively tracked just so I can program certain flirty responses that will be directed back to the MC by those ROs (it's a way for me to track if it's okay with reader/MC so I'm not directing like super suggestive come-ons towards them that aren't okay).

I absolutely love how you're going to play your MC. That's part of the reason I wanted to do things this way. The way I play my MCs sometimes makes flirting almost out of character for them, but of course I'd want the romance, lol.

Your MC will be free to flirt and do some other things with Zahn (they are all kinds of okay with that, lol) and then lock-in with Oswin later - no flirting required.

Zahn will be totally fine if your MC doesn't end up with them. They and Duri are both good with physical-only and flirty relationships. Your MC will make selections as they go about how they feel about each potential suitor, and the hook-up ROs will have a selection that you can choose if this is just for fun or if it's got some feelings attached (whether your MC is fully aware or not). [Lucky for your MC, I added a light spicey scene for Zahn in chapter 3 if they so choose] :D

If Oswin is aware of relations between the MC and others, he's going to feel a little strange about it and be concerned (for MC's well-being because he cannot help himself, lol). Mainly, things like that aren't his bag, but he also knows that for many people physical and romantic relationships can be separate. He's more concerned with having his lover's heart above all else, so ultimately he will be okay with it. For MCs that have been involved with the hook-ups, particularly the ROs, Oswin may have a harder time digesting that the MC is choosing him to remain with. (He may feel that the connection between the MC and Zahn/Duri was deeper and never considered that the MC would ever go for him). It will be an interesting conversation for sure (one that the programming for is already frightening me, lol).

Thank you so much for the Ask and kind words! I really appreciate you digging into my story and having a good time with it! ^_^

[lansangprincess]

of course bisexuality includes heterosexual attraction but i hope ant has more of a storyline than just hooking up with harper with a will they/wont they dynamic… his backstory (including his family) seemed so interesting in season 1 but we never saw it and only heard about it. now it feels like we might not acknowledge it much. part of me just isn’t a huge harper fan honestly. esp. after malakai. and why set up a triangle between amerie x malakai x spider just to bring in a new tall blonde guy who looks like spider? lol. those are my two yellow flags after my first look at the trailer. of course we have to actually see what happens first so i don’t want to be too negative but i want to level my expectations haha.

i looove the concept of someone targeting amerie & them narrowing the suspect down. so fun!

oh! I kind of had an opposite impression. I feel like we are going to see more backstories for Ant, Missy and Spider because of how much more screen time they're going to get this season. so idk we'll see?

also im actually not that big of a harper fan either but i really loved ant even though we didn't get to know him that much so I feel like this pairing could get me to like her more. and maybe it's the fic writer in me but i feel like there is definitely potential for him to get her to open up in a carefree way that she doesn't w anybody else. im excited to see what her friendship dynamics are with everybody because the entire 1st season she was so held back by what she had going on at home and so hopefully we can just see her enjoy herself and be a solid friend to amerie and the group

lmao i didnt even think of the fact that the new guy is also just tall and blonde 🤠 Though he does give off a completely diff vibe. It looks like he's a photographer and becomes friends with Malakai (at least close enough to ask abt his deal with her). i dont really like love triangles especially when i already have my loyalties so im right there with you with the yellow flag.

i didnt watch the OG Heartbreak High but now im wondering if every season (and we WILL get more seasons trust!!) will have a little mystery plot to them. the 1st season was about what was going on with Harper, why their friendship fell apart and who made up the rumor about Jojo. and now we're gonna have to figure out who's targeting Amerie, etc. Could be really fun ! ✨

[geraskier]

actuallyyyy i can't stop thinking about that childhood memory of [redacted] being in my room and it's not new roomie's fault that i was triggered so bad but also i'm not really ok

and h.c. hooked up with some guy which ought to be fine but the idea of people in my immediate circle experiencing sexual desire makes me feel sick. not in a contempt way but in a way where it feels like a threat. bc me being the subject of or even adjacent to the subject of someone's desire or attraction hasn't historically been safe. what if people ask for more than i want to give, and i can't say no, bc being rejected is worse than asserting boundaries, and they keep asking and i keep agreeing and then either i never say no to them again or i snap and push them away bc i internalize everything. (this is so self-centered & it presumes way too much about the way h.c. thinks about me!) and/or i have a crushing fear of abandonment and if i'm not good enough to be the only person someone wants to be around then what am i even doing? (this is irrational.)

also honestly. h.c. said they're "almost completely" ace and they're allowed to decide what that means, but given the last month or so i'm super concerned this is like. a bad sign w/rt their mental health. i don't know if it's acceptable for me to express concern bc it might just be something he does sometimes and it's fine; it might also be an expression of self-harm.

am just scared and small and hurting and not feeling especially able to alleviate any of it. if i weren't so emotionally constipated i would tell h.c. i need a hug bc i do, but even that amount of contact makes me anxious. literally ridiculous being this touch averse i used to platonically cuddle all the time! no one ever touch me again but also i think feeling safe cuddling someone would fix me.

[grison-in-space]

Y'all if you really need this to be all queer all the time I can support that but it's not that fucking hard to do. Make em both bi or pan or nonbinary or any number of fun things. The notion of a romance founded in mutually seeking an abortion and the intimacy of sharing one's desires for the present and maybe the future against the backdrop of ensuring one another's freedom from parenthood (at least, right now) is too good a concept to let go.

Couple of Texan kids, say. I spent a long time there, it's a natural pick for me. They're in college and they go to one of those keggers the frats throw, meet at a wild party as college kids, maybe they're freshmen or sophomores. Call em Sam and Kris so I don't have to specify which character has which genitals.

Sam's a nervous anxious perfectionist with huge career plans and big dreams who has life planned out in exhaustive (and exhausting) detail, only even at this party because a friend insisted on a break between exam rounds. There's a lot of internal pressure built up that's going to explode the moment Sam relaxes. Kris is a little unformed, not sure what major to pick or what career to settle on, still trying to work out what kind of person might be good to grow into, good at surface connections but kind of lonely for something deeper. The frat parties are familiar and comfortable—Kris knows how they work and how they run, and if you're friendly and you smile at people and maybe hook up now and again you get to feel REALLY connected and useful, and that's a heady feeling. They meet at the party Sam's friend picked out and immediately feel the attraction and hook up while totally shit faced—huge aberration for Sam, maybe not so much for Kris. There's a condom, but it breaks. It doesn't seem like a big deal in the moment, but in the morning, that's another story.

Sam is panicked. A baby is going to derail all their careful plans and their self control, but you can't not step up to take care of a baby. Ohhhhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, what do we do? Kris is quiet as they consider the mess and the possibilities. Shit. Shit shit shit. They maybe exchange numbers and withdraw for a minute until someone's period is late. They might try to find plan B but neither of them is entirely sure where you buy that shit and it takes a few days to find out, by which point it's too late. And then the period fails to show up, and it fails to show up, and the pregnancy test reads positive, and they're running out of time...)

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

IF SAM HAS A DICK: they are a moral and ethical enough person that they do not consider abandoning Kris as an option if the pregnancy goes to term. They may propose marriage or coparenting as a potential option but they are clearly terrified by all possible options.

Kris is touched and kind of flattered. They're not sure whether they want kids or not, but now doesn't feel like a great time with everything so up in the air. Anyway, Sam is hot but used diapers and vomiting do not sound hot at ALL right now, and Kris's parents are kind of distant and definitely aren't going to be any kind of useful. They broach a preference for an abortion, Sam sags in shocked relief, and then starts talking about figuring out how to pay for it—not what Kris expected—and making plans to skip classes and talk to teachers to figure out the logistics. Oh, Kris thinks, feeling warm and fuzzy: Kris expected to be on their own to fix this, but Sam is acting like this is both their responsibility equally to resolve. They've never felt cared for like that. Oh...

IF KRIS HAS A DICK:

Sam is hyperventilating over the pregnancy test results and acting as if going to one party doomed them for all time, and Kris inexplicably kind of wants to hug them? Shit happens sometimes. They ask tentatively what Sam actually wants as Sam starts collapsing under the weight of the impending ruin of their life and how disappointed "everyone" will be and all the bad things that might happen, and Sam whips their head over and stares for a second in astonishment before saying, huntedly, "I want for none of this to be happening!"

"Oh, okay. Do you want an abortion?"

"I can't afford to on my own, I'm going to have to ask my parents for extra money and they are not going to be happy. Shit, shit, shit, I'm going to be paying for this until the end of time, I don't have time for this—" and Sam bursts into tears. Kris feels bad and, like, look. Kris likes to help people anyway, and it's not like this situation isn't equally Kris's own fault. So they offer to help Sam figure this out and pay for the whole thing—they've got a job at a bar that can cover it—and they help Sam calm down and explore some options so that together they can find a place to get an abortion. They offer to drive, too: that means they don't have to wait as long on a bus or something but Sam can study from the passenger seat. It's not like any of Kris' classes require a lot of effort; psychology is good for that much. Let's make a day trip out of it.

Sam, who is used to having to do everything on their own, is feeling really cared about and seen right now. And, well, Kris is really hot...

There you go. It's a fucking romance. Deal with it.

there's an extremely niche plot in romance fiction wherein our invariably heterosexual leads fall in love after a night of passion leads to an unplanned pregnancy and they're now bound together by an impending child. I cast no judgment on anyone who enjoys this, but since I'm an evil gay and this is my personal nightmare scenario I want to see a zany romance novel premised on the opposite resolution: a couple falls in love while on a whirlwind roadtrip to obtain a legal abortion

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and one

im not sure how i should write out the week numbers anymore.

this week had two,,,, main events? good news, bad news.

lets start w the bad news.

c and w are a thing... not exclusive but a little bird (cs friend) has come to me (through l) w the information that theyve hooked up. tbh theyre a better match probably and yk,,, ive been mentally preparing for this for the past week so like,,, i didnt take it too harshly bc i had already gotten out most of my emotions by then. in a way its almost a bit of a relief, i was so nervous around him all the time.

good news! l is matchmaking me and es friend. it was such a random thing too bc me, c, i and l were having a tortilla night at is place and bereal went off and while scrolling through everyones bereals i casually told l like "lol es friends kinda hot" (LIKE I USUALLY DO BC IM NOT EMBARRASSED AB FINDING OTHERS HOT SO IM USUALLY QUITE OPEN WHEN I SEE SOMEONE ATTRACTIVE) but after like 45 mins or so l just goes "es friend asked for ur number"... literally so? i had no idea l had even told e but they then explained it and it was like funny and shocking and scary and cool and exciting all at the same time. i asked if e showed a pic of me to him so he knows what hes working w and l said they assumed so but theyd ask e to be sure. we get a reply once were at the bar and l just shows me her phone screen w the message: "he said shes so cute".

so im in a new era guys!!!!!! hes really cute though. really nice smile and luscious black hair down to his shoulders, a nice little beard and slutty glasses (yk,,, the ones slutty men wear). we dont know too much ab him bc its a v new friend of es but we know hes a music producer and around 24 (WHICH is a littleeee too old but its doable, five years i can work with but if he ends up being even older i think ill have to decline TT) but im excited to see whatll happen w this lol so random.

sotw: leathermouth - leviathan

[thebigbadbatswife]

Dance With Me

Pairing - Selina Kyle x F!Vigilante!Reader

Summary - Dragged to a nightclub by your friends, you find yourself at the bar drinking to try and forget someone you can’t have. There you meet Selina Kyle who promises to help you do just that.

Warnings - 18+ Content, Shameless Smut, Hook-Up, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Bisexual!Reader, Dirty Dancing, Bathroom Sex

Word Count - 2.8k

The music in the club was loud, vibrating throughout your entire body and making it almost impossible for you to think. You hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, at least not as a civilian, but your friends had more or less dragged you out of the door. They meant well. They always did. They had wanted you to get out there and finally meet someone, telling you that you had been single for long enough. What they didn’t know was that you had already met someone and that the only thing stopping you from being with her was the damn law.

Throughout the night several men and a couple of women had approached you and offered to buy you a drink, but you had turned all of them down. They had all been attractive and if it wasn’ for the turmoil you were in you would have certainly been open to taking one of them home. Instead, all you could think of was how soft Catwoman’s lips were, how her muscular body had felt pressing into yours as her fingers had made you feel so good. It had been weeks since you had last crossed paths with her and your body yearned for her touch.

Your friends had left you at the bar. They had wanted to go dancing with the guys that they had met. You couldn’t care less, all of your focus was on drinking, hoping that the alcohol would drown out all of your thoughts of her. Not that it was helping. All you wanted was to leave the club, grab your suit and go out on patrol, but with the amount of alcohol coursing through your veins you knew that wasn’t a good idea. It would be a very good way to get either seriously injured or killed. So you were better off staying here, drinking and hoping that you would somehow find a way to move on.

You brought your glass to your lips, frowning when you found that it was empty. You were about to call the bartender over for another drink when she placed a glass in front of you and gestured to a woman at the end of the bar. She had long, wavy black hair and wore a black low cut top with a matching mini skirt and heels. She saw you looking and winked, a smirk playing on her red painted lips.

“Return to sender, like the other ones?” the bartender asked you.

You shook your head. “No. I’ll accept this one,” you replied, reaching for the glass. If you wanted to move on, you needed to put some effort into doing so and you decided that this would be your first step. Finally accepting a drink from someone who wanted to buy you one. It was the same drink that you had been drinking all night; she must have been watching you for a while. The bartender nodded and left you to attend to other customers.

As you sipped on the drink, savouring the taste and deciding to slow down your intake as you didn’t want to be stumbling home, you felt someone come up to the bar next to you. You didn’t have to turn your head to know that it was the woman who had brought you the drink.

“Now, the only reason I can think that a beautiful woman like you is drinking as much as you are is because someone’s broken your heart,” she said.

You let out a bitter laugh. “I imagine that a broken heart would be a lot easier to get over.”

“So it’s someone that you can’t have.”

You nodded. “Our lives are far too different for it to ever work out.”

You didn’t know why you were so freely spilling your love life to a complete stranger. It was likely the alcohol, but you felt like you could say anything without fear of any judgement… Okay, it was definitely the alcohol.

“I went through something like that a few years ago. It sucks when you know it’ll never work out no matter how much you might want it to.”

You almost couldn’t believe what she was saying. How could a woman as stunning as her not be able to have the person she wanted? Before you could say anything, she set her empty glass down onto the bar surface and spoke again.

“Fortunately for you that means I know exactly how to help you get over them. Come on.” She pushed away from the bar and began to move toward the dance floor.

You didn’t understand it. She didn’t even know you. Hell you had no idea what her name was. Why was she so interested in helping you try and forget the one person who had plagued your thoughts for months on end? The best way to find out was to follow her. So you set the glass down and did exactly that. As soon as you were close enough, she grabbed hold of you and pulled you with her.

“I don’t get it,” you shouted over the music.

“Don’t get what?”

“Why are you so interested in helping me? I don’t even know your name!”

She laughed loudly. “I’m Selina and I hate seeing gorgeous women sad.”

First beautiful, now gorgeous. You could feel your cheeks heating up. You weren’t used to people complimenting you, let alone from a woman that was so beautiful you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that she Aphrodite.

“And you are?”

You gave her your name and she repeated it. You really liked the way it sounded on her tongue. “Dance with me,” she encouraged you.

Selina was captivating as she danced, her hips swaying in time to the beat. You wanted to dance with her, to feel her body against yours, but you hesitated. You weren’t big on dancing because you didn’t think that you were very good at it. At the same time you didn’t want to back out now. So, you did your best to dance with her and move in time with the beat. She giggled and shook her head.

“You’re thinking too much, gorgeous.” Her hands settled on your hips and she got you to move with her. “Ignore everyone else, let go and have some fun.”

With the mixture of the alcohol in her veins and her encouragement, you did manage to let go.

“That’s it,” she purred.

Selina moved her body closer to yours, practically grinding against you. Your confidence was certainly starting to grow by the minute as your hands settled onto her waist. Your bodies were so close together you could feel the heat coming off of hers.

In the low light of the club you could see the sweat beading on her skin and feel her hot breath fanning across your skin. Her lips suddenly brushed against your neck, making your breathing hith and your body tense. She pulled away, giving you some space, in case that she had accidentally made you uncomfortable or you weren’t ready for anything more than some racey dancing.

The last thing that you wanted was space.

She had wanted to help get over the woman tormenting your thoughts and it definitely seemed to be working.

You pulled her even closer to you and pressed your lips against her, hoping that you had read her intentions correctly. She kissed you back eagerly, sending excitement and heat rushing through you. You continued dancing with each other, sharing kisses here and there. Each kiss was making you want more and more.

A gasp left your lips when you felt one of her hands pressed up against your cunt, feeling you through your jeans. It was dark enough and your bodies were so close together that you doubted that anyone could see what she was doing. Still, a thrill ran up your spine at the thought of someone potentially spotting the two of you.

Mischief glinted in Selina’s eyes and an unspoken question hung in the area. You nodded, answering it.

Before you knew it, she was dragging you off of the dance floor. She led you through the club and pulled you into the nearest bathroom, where she pushed you up against the wall. The tiles were cold, sending goosebumps across your skin and making your nipples hard.

Running your hands through her hair, you kissed her hungrily. As your tongues explored each other’s mouths, she continued to rub you through your jeans. Your hips bucked, your body eager to finally have someone other than yourself finally touching you. She chuckled, her eyes shining with amusement.

“Eager, aren’t we,” she stated, applying more pressure to make you gasp. “How long has it been since somebody last touched you, baby?”

“Few weeks,” you replied, somehow keeping your voice steady.

She didn’t say anything, just hummed in response as her head ducked down and started to kiss your neck. As her lips attacked your neck, her hand slid between your bodies and popped open the button on your jeans. Her hand slipped into your underwear. Your body jolted slightly as her fingers easily slid through your lower lips. She smirked against your skin at the knowledge of how wet you were already. The way she had grinded against your body had really worked you up.

“My, you’re absolutely dripping. I’d better take care of you then, hmm?” Her voice was like honey, sickeningly sweet and impossible to resist.

“What if someone walks in?” you asked, eyeing the door over her shoulder. You didn’t fancy getting arrested for public indecency.

She agreed with you as she removed her hand from your underwear. Grabbing hold of your wrist, she pulled you into the end cubicle and locked the door. It was rather cramped with the two of you in the cubicle, but that just meant that her body had to stay pressed up against yours; which you didn’t mind at all.

Her hand quickly returned to its place inside of your panties. Two of her fingers parted your lower lips once again and slid upwards to your clit. You moaned softly as she started to rub it. Her other hand was preoccupied with fondling your breast through your shirt while her lips returned to kissing your neck. You ran your fingers through her hair again while your free hand slid down her back, to her ass, which you squeezed earning you a gasp from her.

Selina’s fingers moved away from your clit, making you whine at the loss of pressure. You didn’t mourn for long as her fingers pushed inside of you. She easily located your g-spot, making your head rest back against the bathroom tiles as you took a shuddering breath.

“Fuck!” you gasped. Your walls squeezed her fingers as she massaged that sweet spot deep inside of you, stimulating every nerve in your body, making your back arch. Even though the music of the club, which you could still feel thrumming through the walls, would likely drown out your moans, you still fought to keep them quiet. You really didn’t want to risk it.

Though the alcohol and her fingers were turning your brain to complete mush, you didn’t want to be selfish. You hated selfish lovers and that was the last thing you wanted to be. You wanted Selina to feel as good as she was making you feel. The position and lack of space made it awkward, but you did your best. You moved your hand from her ass and to the front where you lifted her mini skirt. She shifted her position and stopped toying with your nipples to help you. With her skirt out of the way, your fingers trailed up her smooth, muscular thigh, before finally reaching her thong. It was your turn to smirk as you found it absolutely soaked.

Hooking your fingers underneath her thong, you moved it to the side and out of your way. Covering your digits in her slick, you glided them through her lower lips to her clit, rubbing tight circles against the engorged nub. Her breathing stuttered and the grip she had on your hips tightened. A moan breached her lips as you experimented with pressures and speeds, figuring out what she liked the most.

Keeping quiet was becoming almost impossible so you began to kiss again.

With your bodies pressed together and your tongues in each other’s mouths, swallowing down your moans, every breath was becoming harder. You didn’t care for oxygen right now. Not when your body was feeling so hot as she brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Eventually your need to breathe won out and you were forced to break the kiss. Untangling your fingers from her hair, you used your hand to cover your mouth, muffling a moan that would have given you away had anyone been in the bathroom.

Your orgasm came suddenly, taking you by surprise as your body shook and writhed against her. Selina came soon after you, burying her face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder in an attempt to silence her own satisfied sounds.

You collapsed against the wall and she collapsed against you. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You were sure that you looked a mess, covered in lipstick with sweat making your skin shiny. Once you were both able to stand without any support she moved away from you and focused on fixing her skirt. Selina didn’t look much better than you imagined yourself to look. Her skin was flushed, her hair messy and she barely had any lipstick legs on her lips. What lipstick she did still have on was smeared around her lips rather than on them. She was still one of the most stunning women you had laid eyes on.

You were about to say something when she examined her fingers, that you now realised were still glistening with your release. Keeping hold of your gaze, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. Damn, just when you thought she couldn’t get any hotter than she already was.

“Delicious,” she purred. She leaned in once more to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. “You’d better cleaned up,” she told you as she unlocked the cubicle door and left. “Can’t go out there looking like that!” Her tone was lighthearted and playful, making you smile. It wasn’t long before you heard the tap running.

You looked at your own fingers that were still covered with her slick. You raised them to your mouth and licked them. The taste was salty and tangy and you suddenly wished that she had dragged you to a hotel instead of the bathroom.

After your jeans were finally done back up , you exited the cubicle yourself. As expected, Selina was at the sink, still in the process of making herself decent again. She looked at you in the mirror and winked. That was when you finally saw yourself. Your mouth, neck and even your top had red lipstick smeared everywhere.

“Damn, I’m a mess,” you chuckled as you approached the sinks. You pulled some paper towels out of the nearby dispenser and wet them so you could start wiping the lipstick off.

“Come here,” she suddenly said, taking the wet paper towels from your hand and wiped at the spot you had missed on your jaw.

“Do you help all of your hookups clean up?” you asked.

“Only the ones I wouldn’t mind seeing again,” she replied.

“We’re going to be seeing each other again?” You wouldn’t lie. You really liked the idea of seeing her again.

“Definitely.” She pulled away and checked you over. “There, all done.”

As she discarded the paper towels, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your face and neck were now all clean of any lipstick. The same, however, couldn’t be said for your top, which still had lipstick on it. You weren’t bothered by it. You were sure it would come out in the wash.

“You should really put a passcode on your phone.”

You spun around as your hand flew to the pocket of your jeans that you usually kept your phone. “When did you—?”

“While I was cleaning the lipstick from your jaw,” she interrupted you as she handed your phone back. “I was adding my number,” she explained. Before you could reply, she kissed your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for that call.” And, once again, before you could reply, she was gone.

You turned your phone on and the screen opened up onto your new contact. You smiled at the note she had left on the contact telling you not to leave her waiting.

Maybe moving on wasn’t as difficult as you had previously thought.

[larisitaz]

pt2 ranting

i then experience nights and mornings i have similar dreams js as that no breathing blacked out can’t move. later tht day i watched a video just a regular motivational one because i had got out of a back n forth talking stage w an older guy, and i remember then looking on choosing myself and putting me first regardless if the man is going through something or not because trying to save hurt people or wait for change will only hurt n change me. so then on watching the video i com across a chapter of it that talks abt dark entities and sleeping around or kissing random ppl.

the girl i am watching explains how dark entities or wtv they get passed on between two or whom u ever surround urself with u can attract them whether good or bad. she explains how u realise you feel more depressed and down when i have hoes which i agree bc i rmb i was that person n it’s better to have a small circle of real ppl or js one good person then sm ppl tht can fuck u over, make u feel u wanted, used yk the shit. so she said bc u are receiving bad energy from many it’s tm to handle which cáuses me to feel depressed, hopeless or anxious.

then it is brought up a friend she had was fkn some guy js hooking up n started seeing paranormal stuff, shadows, and sleep paralysis. she is then told by the other friend to ask the guy if he experienced anything weird or same he said yes he has sleep paralysis and sees demons sometimes. she then cut him off n stopped getting em.

in my case the man i was talking too we didn’t do anything besides js talk for two months and we’re toxic on and off acted like a couple tho n things, n tho i would leave due to his actions and disrespect or not enough effort i could never stand on bidness n he’d beg or ask to talk so i’d give in and go back. he also was coke addict. he told me before he’d get sleep paralysis and was a retired devotee of santa la muerte bc many of his past women all believed in her sm, so his ex got him into it for a bit. he asked santa la muerte for something in return he’d have to give back to her but he didn’t so he says tho he doesn’t follow her she is out for him and takes everything away from him. he even sees her figure and her face. we spoke on this bc i showed interest in skull tats he thought i followed her too. he also had brujería done on him he would shit out dirt n had to speak to someone which he got a hold of his deceased grandma telling him someone had done brujería and they were to reverse it.

n i notice since we i started talking to him those things were happening and since i found he messed w many woman he must have then received much bad energy and passed onto me. i’m most prolly reaching but since ts i’ve js been distant and afraid to connect with some bc of how sick i feel around ppl especially men who hmu i get a bad vibe bc if i sm to not listen to my gut i’ll pay for it, and just how drained i am from every man i’ve had something with and hurt i’ve got. so overall i am a sensitive person to energy and don’t play abt my peace but not to where i wanna have ego n think i’m a light being n better then others, but feel everyone an opp to me or wants to hurt me. it’s sad i still do get those dreams i don’t understand why.

ranting cs life a trip

lately i’ve been getting weird dreams anytime i sleep usually is when i wake up n someone had told me it was sleep paralysis but im not sure cs i don’t know much.

It started i had woke up one morning or so i thought.. but instead i hear screaming and feel my hand burning, i look down at my hand i am holding a wire that is sparking up n burning my hand and the fact i can actually feel the pain. my vision then start dotting and going blurry along with it getting harder to breathe tht i cant nm in which it turns all black.. i am then blacked out and can’t see shit. i can’t move i can’t breathe i cant see. i thought i was dying it felt so real but i was aware. i tried to scream but it hurt to move or even try not like i could move speak or breathe tho. for minutes i js layed there unable to breathe trying to get out. after a bit i could finally see but it’s still dotty n blurry n i still can’t breathe. i hear the voices of my family but i can’t call for help, i then see myself right there before my eyes all covered in blood, a chunk of my cheek missing and blood pouring from my eyes to where i looked demonic. i had to stare at myself for minutes still not able to breathe before i could wake again.

Fast forward i am finally able to wake up again i was gasping n shaking sm, n js prayed. which was crazy was it felt so real i rlly thought i was dead and i sworn i had woke up bc it was that same setting i woke up to earlier tht morning before i went back to bed n events went down. it’s crazy how real it felt bc the setting was same as i woke up n broke free frl tht dream.