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ninisdollie · 18 days ago

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Experience - Koga Yudai ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

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Content: +18 MDNI Blowjob, fem!readerx K inexperienced!reader x experienced! K, dirty talking, dacryphilia. Reader will call him "Kei" , Best Friends!To lovers

“In which reader is insecure about her inexperience in sex, so her best friend offers to help.”

It was another weekend night in which you really didn't have much to do, everyone else had plans already and although you were invited to a few of them, you decided to reject them and instead, preferred to stay at your dorm, maybe watch a movie and order some pizza.

The truth is, all of your best girlfriends had couples, and you were the only one left single in the group. You didn't really care that much, they were still good friends to you, and their boyfriends were really sweet guys, however, it made you feel lonely when all of them got to go on dates and romantic plans, you wished you had that too sometimes. Although you were doing great on your own, in nights like this, you wished there was someone you could cuddle and hug.

It wasn’t only that, to be honest. When you and your friends hung out, they would start talking about their experiences with their boyfriends, sexual experiences, to be especific. They would giggle while they talked about how good they made them feel, and how awesome the sex was. You enjoyed the stories, laughing with them and teasing them too, however, at one point it started to make you really insecure, since you’d never had that for yourself.

The curiosity was killing you, you wanted to experience that, to be able to find out what was so awesome about it, if it was true that boys could make you feel that good.

You weren't even an ugly girl, you were actually really pretty, and a lot of guys had showed interest for you in the past, but nothing ended up working out.

You sighed, scrolling through your phone on social media, laying on your bed with your favourite pajama set, you didn't want to admit that you were actually really bored.

As if heaven had heard you, a notification popped out.

Kei: Yo, what you doing tonight?

You opened the message and smiled at you best friend's text.

Kei was your best friend since almost 5 years ago, you met each other thanks to mutual friends, and got along right away. Everyone would talk about how particular this friendship was, since you were the quiet girl, a little shy, not so many friends, and barely went out, and he was the social butterfly guy, the popular, almost every girl at college was totally obsessed with him, but for you, he was more than that. He was the only guy you could really trust, he had held your hair in parties so you could throw up in the toilet, helped you with complicated homework, wiped your tears during your first breakup, bought the best birthday presents for you, and was always in the good and bad moments of your life. He was the best friend any girl could ask for.

Y/N: Not much, in bed, bored :(

He replied almost immediately.

Kei: I'll be on your place in 10, order pizza!! :)

You smiled again, he was always like this, didn't even care to ask if he could come, sometimes he would even show up uninvited.

You got up from bed and organised your dorm a bit, cleaned up the little mess you had, called the pizza restaurant and ordered his favourite (pepperoni) and put on a random movie, waiting for him to show up.

In exactly ten minutes, a knock on your door.

"Fuck the guys, always putting me aside" He didn't even said hi, taking off his shoes and getting inside, placing a little kiss on your head before jumping right into your bed.

His hair was a little messy, you could tell he was probably laying in bed too, wearing only grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie. His long body taking up almost your whole bed, his legs hanging from the edge. His perfume's scent invaded the air, and completely took over you vanilla- scented air freshener.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes before closing the door. You stood up in front of him, crossing your arms on your chest.

"They have girlfriends now, Kei." You raised an eyebrow, teasing him before climbing on bed too, laying by his side.

He let out a groan, an annoyed look on his pretty face.

"I know, but still, no time for me?" He faked a pout, and you couldn't help but chuckle again. "At least I have my pretty wonderful stunning beautiful best friend who would never put me aside" He said with cloying voice and hugged you aggressively, you pushed him.

"Yeah well, wait until I find my own boyfriend" You teased, taking the tv remote in your hand before pressing play on the movie.

"God forbid!".

The night continued as most of the times, you watched the movie, ate the pizza, laughed at each others jokes, and even gossiped a bit. You always enjoyed your time with him, suddenly forgetting all your problems, he had that kind of effect in you, and that's why you loved his friendship so much. He felt like home to you.

His laugh was so loud, he had the habit to clap when dying of laughter, and you had stolen that habit too, subconsciously. Sometimes his face would become all red from laughing so much, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"So you're saying that Chaewon cheats on her boyfriend?" He raised an eyebrow, really enjoying the tea, he was always so nosy.

You nodded, taking the last bite of your slice of pizza before closing the box and throwing it on the floor besides the bed. He would always throw it on the trash before leaving your dorm.

"Yeah, with that guy from the football team, she sucks his dick on his car" You chuckled, and he gasped.

"Damn, that's wrong" He shook his head, which was laying lazily on the wall "However, can't blame him, a good head can drive a man crazy" He said and laughed, you fake laughed too, suddenly tense at the joke, remembering your conversations with your friends, where they would make jokes like this and you would laugh as if you'd understood.

"Yeah..." You looked at the now turned off tv, sighing slowly, thinking of another topic to talk about, since this one made you uncomfortable.

Kei noticed the change on your tone and your face, frowning his eyebrows and sitting straight on your bed, he placed a hand on your thigh.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head.

You looked at him, shaking your head and smiling softly. "Nothing"

You didn't want to tell him your thoughts, how insecure it made you being the only one on your friend group that didn't have the experience in things like sex, that sometimes you felt almost like a loser, even if you knew that it didn't make you one, you were only waiting for the perfect moment.

But you wanted it so bad too.

Kei let out a groan.

"Bullshit, something's on your mind" he sat closer, rubbing your thigh with his thumb. "You know you can tell me anything" his sweet tone made you sigh, you knew that, but you were also embarrassed.

You wet your lips before talking, sitting straight too and looking at him, then your own hands, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie.

"It's just that, I don't know. Sometimes when me and the girls talk about these things, things they do with boys, it makes me a little... uncomfortable" You looked up at him, biting your lip. "Not because I think it's taboo or something, just... you know, I've never done anything like that"

He looked at you with his lips parted, a little confusion on his face.

"And even though I don't really care that much, sometimes I wish I knew what it feels like, to feel good, and to make a guy feel good" You sighed again, your cheeks suddenly red, even if he was your best friend, you were embarrassed about this confession.

"You've never done... anything?" He looked surprised, and you rolled your eyes. "I mean! I thought you may have! You don't have to tell me everything, so I thought you did but didn't want to tell me"

You let out and exasperated sigh, laying again on your back, looking at the ceiling.

"Forget it."

"Okay, sorry, sorry, but hey, you can talk to me about this and you know it. Why does it make you insecure? No one cares if you haven't done anything" He looked down at you, his elbow resting by your side.

You covered your face with your hand, not wanting him to notice your rosy cheeks.

"I know that, Kei. But as a girl, you can't help it, I want to feel desired, I want to know what it feels like to feel good and make a man feel good, i don't know, maybe there is something wrong with me, maybe I'm not pretty enough, or hot enough, or maybe-"

"You know that's not true." His voice sounded a little more serious this time when he cut you off, and you frowned your eyebrows at him, blinking twice. "You're a gorgeous girl, and you're very hot".

A silence stablished between you two, and you sighed before looking at the ceiling again, so ashamed, you just didn't want to talk about it anymore, you were starting to feel silly.

Kei kept his eyes on you, like analysing something you couldn’t really guess, you squirmed on the bed, crossing your arms again, the silence so loud, something in the air you couldn't quite tell.

After a few minutes, he finally broke the silence.

"I could help you if you want".

You stayed still, blinking again. What did he mean by 'help you'.

"I'm not interested in any of your friends-"

"I don't mean that."

Oh.

You looked up at him, your lips parted in shock. He was looking you straight in your eyes, his jaw clenched, he swallowed, his dark eyes sparkly.

You sat up again, shaking your head multiple times, you could almost laugh about how silly it sounded. Him? Help you gain experience in sex? Your best friend in the whole world?

"No. Don't be silly, you're my best friend" Your voice sounded weak when you said it, he kept his hand on your thigh, now grabbing it.

"I know, that's why I think there's no better option. You trust me and I trust you, right?"

You took a deep breath, he was looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before.

The silence stablished again for a few minutes, you playing with your hands, him looking at you while you took your time to think.

This was Kei, your Kei, your best friend who you'd always thought of as a brother, the one who teased you, pranked you and treated you like an annoying little sister. You couldn't even imagine doing something like that with him.

But also.

He was Kei, your handsome best friend, who always smelled so good, who had those manly big hands, very well trained body, who had all the girls drooling over him and talking about how good he was in bed, who had that perfect smile and laugh that made you forget everything that concerned you, who would always stay by your side, who you would trust in any situation, who had done everything for you even the impossible, who you trusted with your life, who felt like home to you.

You sighed again.

"Fine, help me."You were now shy to look at him, but you did anyways, feeling a shiver down your spine when he smirked a bit, rubbing your thigh again.

"I promise I won't make it awkward, you know you can trust me."

You nodded slowly, tucking a few strings of your hair behind your ears, feeling very nervous. You didn't want to ruin this.

"What do you want to learn?" he asked so casually, it made you feel even dumber.

You looked at his face for a few seconds, there was not a clue of teasing on his voice, he was completely serious about this, and you wanted to laugh at how absurd all of this sounded, however, and to be honest, it was true that there was not a better option.

You thought for a minute, and the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

"Teach me how to suck... you know." You spoke quietly, and he took a few seconds before taking a deep breath, the hand that was on your thigh now running through his silky brown hair.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to give head." Now there was a little bit of tease on his voice, and you pushed his arm softly, a blush on your cheeks.

"Don't say it like that!"

"Oh now you wanna be classy" He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, getting up feeling completely embarrassed. Forget it, you weren't doing this.

But before you could run away to hide in the bathroom, he took your wrist, making you fall onto his lap, grabbing your hips before taking you in for a kiss.

You gasped, taking a few seconds before reciprocating the kiss, closing your eyes and letting him do his thing. It was weird, you were on top of your best friend, kissing him, you never thought this would happen. You didn't even notice how tense you were until you weren't anymore, when his tongue explored your mouth and you whimpered, the kiss getting sloppier and deeper, you tilted your head, sighing above his mouth, the shiver on your spine going down until your core when he bit your lower lip and gripped your waist so you could feel him getting hard in his sweats. Nobody had ever kissed you like this before, it was a crash of lips, tongues and teeth. His scent was all over the air now, and it was driving you crazy, his big hands running from your waist to your thighs, then to your chest, beneath your hoodie, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it softly, making you squirm and your skin crawl, you couldn't help but let out a little moan, he was letting out little sighs too.

He broke the kiss, looking at you straight in the eye, his own shining with something you couldn't tell.

"Get on your knees." His words were soft but demanding, and you bit your lip, which was swollen from the kiss.

You obeyed immediately, while he sat on the edge of the bed, your head spinning, you couldn't believe this was real life. You let your knees touch the floor of your bedroom, and looked up at him, his long legs by your sides, your heart pounding on your chest. Everything started to feel blurry, you felt so hot and dizzy, you couldn't think straight.

He cupped your cheek with his hand, tracing circles with his thumb, you leaned to his touch, his skin was a little calloused, but it felt so good when he caressed you like this, you almost melted, closing your eyes and rubbing your cheek on his palm, you didn't see but he smirked.

"When you're going to go down on a guy, you need to tease a bit first." he talked slowly, his voice deeper than before, the air filled with tension. "For example..."

He traced his thumb across your lower lip, and you blinked before parting your lips, his finger entering your mouth, and you sighed before closing your lips around it, sucking slowly, running your tongue over it, you could see how his jaw clenched, something shifting in his eyes, before he started thrusting it in and out, your saliva glistening around it, he pressed it down on your tongue.

"Open." And you obeyed, opening your mouth and letting him reach your throat with his thumb, this made you gag a little bit, you took a deep breath through your nose, your eyes watering. "That's it." He smirked again, and you kept sucking his finger, almost moaning around it, you didn't know why it felt so good, but you loved the expression on his face, as if he was trying to hold himself back, it made you squirm on the floor, the tingles between your legs.

He removed his finger, a thread of spit between it and your mouth, you swallowed, batting your eyelashes so you could clear you eyesight from your watery eyes.

"Now, rub me above the clothes" his voice was almost a whisper, and you hesitated before putting your hands on his thighs, running them up and down, slowly, and then you reached his crotch, you met up with his already hardened cock, and you almost gasped at how big it felt even above the cotton of his sweatpants.

You ran your hand up and down, gripping a little tight which made him hiss through his teeth and rock his hips upwards, you glanced up at him again and he nodded, encouraging but also kind of desperate. This made you gain confidence, and you kept groping his length, wetting your lips which were starting to feel a little dry.

"Alright, take them off." He said, breathing heavily.

You took the waistband of his sweatpants, and he lifted his hips just enough so you could pull them down to his toes, then your eyes opened wide when you realised he wasn't wearing any underwear, his full-hard cock in front of your face, the swollen, red tip leaking precum, the veins popping out. You took another deep breath, glancing up at him, he wet his lips before speaking.

"Start licking, slowly, from the base to the tip. Take your time there, it's the most sensitive part, tease a bit. Look at me when you do it, eye contact is important in oral sex".

You nodded, hesitating again before wrapping his cock with your hand, this one looking so delicate and small in comparison with his size. You leaned in, sticking your tongue out before licking how he ordered, slowly, from the base, taking your time to feel the veins on your tongue, making your way up to the tip, on which you traced circles around it, tasting the salty precum and this made your mouth water even more. He tensed up in your bed, grabbing the sheets in his fist, hissing again a bit louder, his eyes were connected with yours, his look filled with lust.

"That's it, such a good girl". You whimpered at the praise, it made you feel good that he was enjoying this, and it made you enjoy it even more.

You repeated the process, going from the tip to the base, covering his length with your saliva, tasting him on your tongue and licking him with devotion, you wanted him to love this. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.

"Now suck, take your time with it, take me as far as you can, breathe with your nose so you don't choke, try not to rub your teeth." His voice was still sweet, like he was teaching you something from school, so patient, but also so deep, filled with desire and lust, it made you shiver.

You nodded again, looking at his glistening cock before wrapping your mouth around the tip, and you sucked. He let out a small groan, and you took him deeper on your mouth, relaxing your jaw and feeling him until you felt like gagging, your eyes started to water again, you breathed through your nose before you kept going, you took him so deep that you could feel him on the back of your throat. You looked up at him, and the sight made you squirm again on the floor. His head was thrown back, he was biting his lip, he placed his hand gently on your head. And you started moving, sucking him up and down, tracing his cock with your tongue, swallowing his taste and gagging around him, your hand reached the part that your throat couldn't, and you moved it along with your head, this made him groan again.

"Fuck yeah, that's it." he hissed, his grip on your hair getting tighter, but he didn't push. Not yet.

You kept going, until you were almost moaning around him, a mess of saliva around the corners of your lips, your eyes so watery every time you suppressed a gag, he seemed to like that, he was whimpering and groaning, cursing breathless. Your throat closed around his cock, and you kept bumping your head, with more confidence now, your jaw dripping your own saliva, falling onto the floor and on your own knees.

He was a mess, grabbing your hair and cursing out loud, hissing between his teeth and groaning your name, biting his lips, he kept his eyes on you, and you locked your hazy view on his, he groaned louder. It was such an obscene scene, you kept remembering this was your best friend, but for some reason you liked it even more, knowing him from a long time and getting to see him like this, and it was you making him feel good.

“Look at you crying and drooling all over me, so pretty.” He praised again and you moaned, rocking your hips so you rubbed yourself against your toe, needing some release from the pain between your legs, he saw this and smirked. “You’re loving this aren’t you? Rubbing yourself while you choke around me. You’re a natural, baby, didn’t need to learn shit”.

You let out a sound that was like a cry, and he grabbed your hair tighter, taking his cock out as you breathed heavily, your chest moving up and down, he made you look at him, a mischievous smile on his face, your nose running just like your eyes, your whole face red. You felt like you were about to pass out, your heart racing, your lungs looking for air.

“Open.”

And you did. You opened your mouth again and he inserted himself again, to the bottom of your throat, you shut your eyes and grabbed his thighs for balance when he started to thrust his hips slowly, but with strength, in and out of your mouth, using it, now face-fucking you, more groans and raw moans leaving his lips, you’d never heard such a hot sound.

It was so messy, your forehead wet from sweat, your cheeks from spit and tears, the gagging sounds combined with his manly moans, your gasps for air, you loved it, you were absolutely going crazy, you loved his grip on your hair, you loved the faces he was making, how his jaw was clenched, how he bit his lip, how he talked between his teeth.

"Fuck, I'm close".

He pulled back and sat again on the bed, stroking himself real fast, his bicep bumping, a vein popping out, whimpering, you just watched, still rubbing yourself on your toe, the wetness and stickiness on your panties almost impossible to ignore.

"Open your mouth baby."

And you did, you watched how he touched himself, his hand covered in your spit and his precum, the tip of his cock swollen and red, and you sticked your tongue out, waiting for him to release himself, which he did. You felt the warm strips falling on your mouth, on your cheeks, on your jaw, some even on the skin of your knees, it was a complete mess, and you loved every second of it, how he trembled and arched his back cumming all over your face.

"Fuck." He sighed deeply, and you took the cum with your fingers and licked them clean, he glanced at you, with a little smile on his lips.

He grabbed your hand and helped you get up, cupped your face with his hands and leaned you in for a kiss, you melted into the kiss as he tasted himself on your mouth, exploring with his tongue like he did before, before pushing you onto the bed.

You chuckled once the kiss broke, he looked at you with sparkly eyes, as if something new had grown inside him.

"You're so perfect, that was the best blowjob ever" He said and you chuckled, pushing his chest and rolling your eyes.

"Don't lie to me"

He kissed you again, and you let him.

"I'm not lying, but there's still so much more I can teach you".

You sighed, knowing then that this wouldn't be the last lesson from your best friend.

my first Kei drabble! hope you enjoy it <3 if so, please like and reblog! my requests are now open 💗

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thegreatstoryteller · 3 months ago

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Female to Male Fridays!

The Great Shift: Meeting the Parents

“Are you sure you’re ok with this? We can still head home.” Jenny muttered. Clearly a bit nervous staring down at her boyfriend.

“Babe. It’s been almost a year since the Great Shift. I told you. Just because I’m unshifted, doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet your parents.” Youseff said smiling.

Jen and Youseff had met in their freshman year of college and immediately became close. They joined similar clubs, volunteered at the same food banks, and eventually friendship blossomed into romance one fateful summer night! The couple knew nothing could get between them and the love that they found… and a few years later that included the Great Shift. While Youseff remained unshifted, Jen Shale wasn’t so lucky.

They had agreed to meet at her sorority when the craziness of the Shift happened. Youseff was more than a bit surprised to find a larger older man in his 40s sitting nervously on Jen’s bed waiting for him! Since then many revelations have been shared with the couple. The first was Youseff coming out to his girlfriend as bi! He never had the courage to say it before and didn’t know how to share that part of his life with his girlfriend, but the shift offered a unique chance that worked out well with the couple. Two. Jen realized she was in a sports medicine professor who was quite in shape! He apparently was father to three student athletes on campus… and luckily her feelings for her boyfriend hadn’t wavered from the shift. A fact that they both enjoyed learning the first week of the Great Shift. Eventually the two became more comfortable with each other even buying a pair of matching pajamas!

It took quite some time for the world to get back in order. During that entire time communications were able to be set up with most families. Youseff’s family had many linear shifts, a term used by most of the world when your shift put you into someone very similar to your original body. His dad was a man his own age. His mother was a woman a few years younger than her. The only difference was his younger brother who now keeps telling Youseff to call him the bigger brother when he shifted into a former professional athlete.

Jen’s family… was another story.

“And that brings us to today. Jen. I’m serious. I want to meet them. I know you’ve talked to them, but I haven’t. And when they invited us over for the holidays I thought it’d be the best chance to get to know them.” Youseff said hopefully, placing a hand against Jen’s cheek and training the thick salt and pepper stubble that was ever present no matter how close she shaved.

“I know- I know… but I told you before the shift that they were a bit much… and, well, now since the shift… they are still that! I guess… just… more…” Jen muttered nervously. A feat she seemed to still master despite her new commanding baritone.

“They can’t be that bad.” Youseff said before knocking. And that’s when they heard heavy steps approaching the door.

A handsome muscular man answered the door! He wore long pink dishwashing gloves and an apron! Aside from that he seemed to be wearing nothing else. The small potted flower he held seemed to be thriving!

“You must be Youseff! Jen has told us so much about you! Come in! Come in! I was just washing some dishes and watering the kitchen plants! We’re so glad to meet you. You can call me Margot! I’m Jen’s mother, or rather her second father!” Margot laughed. The man before them had a deep voice and almost a bro like tone. The motherly introduction he gave at odds with his gym bro form.

“You must be hungry! I’ve been making lots of food these days. This young man I became had quite the appetite. And who could blame him. I’ve felt the urge to go to the gym almost every day of the week! Anyway, I just keep blabbering away! Have a mini quiche!” Margot led them to the living room where a small plate of appetizers awaited them.

“Wow, these are amazing Margot!” Youseff said digging in. I always wondered where Jen got her amazing cooking skills from.

“Awww! Jen! You didn’t mention your man was a little charmer.” Margot giggled as Jen blushed.

“Mooom! Stop! You’re embarrassing me!” Jen complained burying her fuzzy face in her large hands. Her mom was always like this. If it wasn’t telling embarrassing stories about Jen, it was finding an excuse to show off her body. Ever since Margot got her new body she had been more than happy to show it off. She would say, “Well this young man clearly wanted to show off his muscles, who am I to cover them up!”. So bouncing around the house in her classic apron was just the way she dressed these days.

“Shush Jen. My little girl will never be too old for a little humor. Just because you have more grays on that head of yours than your father did pre shift, doesn’t mean you can’t laugh a little.” Margot teased.

“Speaking of where is Mr. Shale? Youseff asked.

“Well he’s always in the garage these days. When he got that 20 year old gymnast’s body, he’d become obsessed with the sport! I’ve got some biscuits to take out of the oven. You two should check on him.” Margot offered.

“Anything to get out of this conversation.” Jen groaned pulling Youseff towards the side of their home. As they opened the door to the garage they could see a handsome black man flexing in the mirror, wearing a tight singlet. The chalk on his hands implying a recent gymnastics routine.

“Jen! There’s my little girl turned big man!” Her dad said cutting his flexing short and heading towards Jen. Mr. Shale now was the shortest one in the family at 5’1. With his daughter at 6’0 and his wife at 5’10, the household tended to tower over him. However, he was more than happy with his new body.

“Hey dad, enjoying your gymnastics or whatever?” Jen half heartedly asked.

“Yes I am! I tell ya, being a few decades younger is great! Sure beats my beer belly and sore ankles. A 20 year old body like this is flexible. You can ask your mother if you don’t believe me.” Mr. Shale winked.

“Dad! Oh my gosh! NO! I brought Youseff here! Please don’t gross him out.” Jen screamed.

“Oh so this is the young man that’s caught my daughter’s eye. You can address me as Mr. Shale or sir. DO I make myself clear?” Mr. Shale looked up at Youseff who just nodded. Despite the size difference between them Youseff was clearly intimidated by his dad-like tone.

“Yes sir!”

“Good man. I guess I have you to thank for helping our dear Jen finally get some more manly clothes? For some reason she didn’t want my help with a new wardrobe.” Mr. Shale shook his head disappointed.

“Yeah! We actually had a lot of fun going to the store and finding clothes that fit. The toughest part was finding shoes in her new size.” Youseff conceded.

“Youseff!” Jen blushed. She knew it was true. With her larger feet, she realized just how difficult it was to find footwear that fit. The largest most places went up to was size 15. Her now size 18 feet were tough to find anywhere!

“Sorry babe, but it’s true. Plus you said you had a great time shopping. Like old times, remember? You said that you weren’t sure we’d find a single pair, but when we went to the Big and Tall store, they had a few shoes your size! Even sandals!” Youseff explained.

Jen just shook as her dad applauded Youseff’s resourcefulness!

Before long the family was finally all together to share a meal! Jen’s parents were loving her boyfriend, though he could see that she was clearly embarrassed throughout the whole dinner.

By the time they left Youseff was driving them back to their apartment, where he asked. “Jen? Are you alright? I… I’m guessing that night wasn’t the most pleasant for you?”

Jen just nodded and hugged her boyfriend. Her broad frame embracing him with a tight squeeze. “My parents just take a lot out of me. Before the shift they were overbearing in a different way and now… well now they are always just so comfortable in their new bodies! My mom started going to the gym almost every day with her old book club. Each of them became some kind of fitness influencer. And my dad! He won’t stop telling me how proud he is to have a son now and that I need to start acting more manly. I don’t get how they can be so well adjusted to all this! I… I thought I was getting there. With you… being this kind of man feels easy. Even more exciting at times too.”

“I do love your mustache.” Youseff noted, causing Jen to giggle.

“See. It’s stuff like that. You always make me feel like your partner… and… I guess I need more time before I start feeling like a member of my own family again and not some older hairy guy.” Jen admitted.

Youseff kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry I insisted we meet them so soon. I was so ready to take our relationship further and I was so nervous to meet them. But I forgot to consider how you were feeling about your parents. From now on, we can just focus on us.”

“I like that plan.” Jen smiled kissing back.

“Good. Maybe we can start with a pedicure tomorrow. I know you’ve been itching to try that out with your big new feet.” Youseff teased.

“Ha! These big new feet would love to get a pedicure. Maybe a foot massage later too!” Jen smiled, wiggling her big toes. When she was with Youseff she realized, maybe she could get used to this big body.

#female to male #body swap #gender change #the great shift #great shift

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years ago

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oct 3rd

bang chan x f!reader

smut mdni; unprotected sex, lil bit of degradation/dumbification

“ready for bed, rockstar?”

chris laughs, shaking his wet curls out with the same towel he’d used to dry his body after showering.

“not quite,” he calls from the bathroom as he hangs the the towel up.

you wrack your brain, going through the steps of his nighttime routine in your head. “what’s left to do?”

he smirks. “you.”

you roll your eyes but giggle as he leaps onto the bed and smothers you with his body weight, not even putting up a fight when he starts yanking at the covers to get the blankets off you.

“i don’t even know why i bother with pajamas,” you complain, again not stopping your boyfriend from unbuttoning the top of your matching set. “i always end up naked anyway.”

“i know,” chris hums. “you should be more like me.”

“yeah? showing myself off shirtless to the whole world all the time?”

he pouts. “that’s not what i meant.”

“i know, i know. but you’re lucky i’m good at sharing, by the way. the amount of pictures of your tits that pop up on my social media feeds would make a lot of girlfriends upset.”

“you know the algorithm curates said feeds based on what you’re interested in, so you’re really just telling on yourself,” chris mumbles, slipping your shorts off along with your underwear.

“who wouldn’t be into your tits? i’m not ashamed!”

“well, they’re all yours, baby.”

“tell that to stays,” you mutter.

he chuckles and strokes your face fondly before pushing his thumb into your mouth to get you to suck on it. “they can look but only you can touch.”

you release his thumb from between your lips with a smug grin.

“lucky me.”

the aforementioned smug grin falters when your boyfriend brings his hand down and starts using that same thumb to rub your clit.

“fuck, chris,” you moan, fingers curling around his wrist.

“god, you’re soaked already… what’s this about?”

“seeing you on stage tonight,” you choke out, “you know what you did.”

“ah, did you like my solo stage, baby?” he taunts.

“fuck you.”

“yeah, i thought you would. didn’t know you’d like it this much though.”

he speeds up and you arch your back, pushing your hips into his touch. he kisses you as he works you to the edge, trying to swallow your moans so you don’t get another noise complaint. chris tries to think about who you’re sharing a wall with tonight. he knows it’s one of the boys because he was the one given all of the room keys to hand out to the members when they checked in but he couldn’t remember which one was supposed to be right next door. was it seungmin? lino? whoever it is, he hopes they're already asleep.

“what is it, baby? are you close?”

you start to nod but then shake your head. “want you,” you whine.

“you have me,” he whispers.

"want you to fuck me," you clarify.

"oh really?"

you tug at his arm, motioning for him to get on top of you. he obliges and you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. it works but he doesn't slide inside of you just yet. instead, he teases you with it, moving his hips like he would if he were fucking you.

“need me to stretch you out first?” he asks.

“nah, you have to get up early in the morning we should make this quick.”

“how romantic,” he scoffs.

“you felt how wet i was! i don’t need anything else. just your cock.”

he sighs, hanging his head. "fine."

"don't be so dramatic," you murmur. "if you're that torn up about it you can wake me up with your fingers. or use them to push your cum back inside of me after you fuck me."

chris buries his head in your shoulder, whimpering out a quiet "fuck" against your neck as his cock twitches between your legs.

"i love you," he moans.

"i know," you reply. "i love you too."

chan finally pushes into you, just the head at first, but it's enough to get you to moan.

"shh, baby. don't want the neighbors to hear."

you nod in understanding, biting your bottom lip. "sorry."

"s'okay. i know it feels good."

"feels so good, channie," you agree.

he lifts an eyebrow. "channie already? wow, baby, you're even further gone than i thought."

"c-can't help it."

"i know. only takes an inch of cock to turn you into my soft girl, huh?"

"mhm."

"what'll happen if i give you more? are you sure you'll be able to take it?"

you tighten your thighs around chan's hips, trying to force him deeper inside of you. he's much stronger than you, though, and easily resists your efforts.

"i can take it!"

"you sure?"

"yes, i'll be good! i'll be so good!"

"i know you'll be good," chris chuckles. "you're always- almost always good for me. i'm just worried any more of my cock will make you completely brainless."

"so? when has that ever stopped you before?"

"good point."

"please, chris," you beg, tears gathering on your lash line.

"it's back to chris? what happened to channie?"

"i'll call you whatever you want if you fuck me," you promise, moving on from begging to bargaining.

"i don't care what you call me-"

"oh, hyun-"

"except my friends' names," he mutters, scoffing in disbelief. "that desperate you're resorting to brattiness now? i should just pull out and-"

"no, please! i'm sorry!"

"i'm sure you are."

you want to point out that you know he loves it when you're a little bratty, that he gets off on it, but you also know that it won't help your case.

"i'll make it up to you," you say instead.

"yeah? how?"

"you'll find out."

"is it by making me cum?"

you purse your lips. "maybe?"

he rolls his eyes. "fine, but i bet i'll make you cum first."

you offer him your hand and shake on it despite not discussing any terms or stakes.

"you're on."

#hbd channie #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #bangchan smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan x female reader #christopher bang smut #chris bang smut

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slaymitchabernathy · 1 year ago

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The Type of Boyfriend

People often wonder what type of boyfriend Coriolanus Snow would be like.

He’s a coat of many colors, a jack of all trades, a fucking wild card if you will, so a definite answer can truly never be given.

However.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend who insists on the stereotypical gender roles, his girlfriend must look presentable at all times—to help his image—and he is to be the sole provider of their household.

Coriolanus does however hold his girlfriend’s purse whenever he takes her shopping, the six-foot-two man proudly wearing her outrageously expensive handbag on his broad shoulder while he follows her around the store.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to roll his eyes at any signs of weakness. He doesn’t tolerate things like that, childish notions that he left behind years ago when the war ended.

Coriolanus does make the exception for his girlfriend though. Especially when she falls and hits the pavement hard, scraping her soft knees. He’s thorough in cleaning them, wrapping them in bandages and then placing kisses on the bandages cuts for good measures.

A woman’s body is something he knows much about but he always seems to be lacking when it comes to the somewhat taboo topic of his girlfriend’s menstrual cycle. Quite the painful topic where she’s concerned. He does everything to help make her feel better. Heating pads, chocolates, kisses, whatever she wants. He truly does hate to see her in pain to the point where he begins to grow a certain disdain to her uterus for inflicting such pain on his precious girl.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to claim he despises being forced to indulge in cute little dates. Don’t ever try to get him to do a simple face mask, even though he’ll complain when he feels that the amount she’s applied isn’t “an even coat.” And heaven forbid he be coaxed into wearing a matching set of pajamas while he watches her construct a pillow fort in their living room, mostly because he’ll just have to take over since the structural integrity is clearly at risk with these throw pillows.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to absolutely despise his girlfriend being in the company of other men. He might make the exception for her father but that’s about it. He can’t help it, can’t trust these other men and their intentions with his precious rose. She is the air he breathes and for that to be taken away from him is something that terrifies him.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend who looks forward to falling asleep but only because it means his girlfriend is safely tucked away in his strong arms. He loves to watch her sleep, listen to her soft breathing and watch her nose twitch every once in a while. She’s managed to touch a deep rooted kindness in him that he thought no longer excited until he met her. To have her seek him out for comfort and safety is a gift within itself and one he could never take for granted.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to be surprisingly good at braiding hair. It’s no secret that braided hair is all the rage in Panem and he’ll be damned if his girlfriend is left out of the rising trend. He can do a mean fishtail and don’t even ask if he can dutch braid because he sure fucking can.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to be extremely petty when it comes to the simplest things like putting the dishes away or making the bed. He can’t help but keep a mental spreadsheet in his mind of what has been done by who. Even if it lands him cleaning out the litter box.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to claim that he can’t stand his girlfriend’s cat but rushes both of them to the vet when her cat gets sick. He’ll be right with the love of his life while they wait in that oh-so crowded waiting room with the parrot who keeps saying the most creative curse words he’s ever heard. He’s most definitely going to pester the veterinarian with a thousand questions concerning the cat’s health even though it turns out the spoiled thing ate a sock. And his girlfriend won’t get a chance to pay for the vet bill, because Coriolanus insists on paying for everything.

And when it’s later that evening and all is well and his girlfriend has drifted off the sleep he’ll confess to the feline that he was just a tad bit worried about her health. But he’ll deny such claims should they be brought up.

But Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend who has a certain dark side that he hides away. So heaven help his girlfriend when she finally discovers it and realizes that it’s far too late to escape the jaws of this venomous snake.

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tgmsunmontue · 8 months ago

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Life is too short to waste time matching socks... (5/5) COMPLETE

Hangster and Bob/Javy/Nat - set post mission with the Dagger Squad having been made a permanent squad.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

A week later nothing seems to have changed. Bradley and Hangman are still polite and friendly with each other, Hangman still flirts in his own terrible way and Bradley continues to be completely oblivious that he’s flirting. He hasn’t stopped staring after Hangman when he thinks the other isn’t looking. It’s painful.

“They’ll figure it out, they’re both smart. I mean. Despite a lot of evidence to the contrary, and the shit I give them both, they are intelligent,” Natasha says, a little annoyed that they’re discussing Hangman and Rooster when she’s got both Javy and Bob in bed. Finally. But they agreed to take things slow, so they’re all dressed in pajamas, but matching ones because Javy had gotten them as gifts and had mumbled something about still sleeping together even when they were apart.

“But they’re not acting like they’ve figured it out.”

“Do you seriously think they’d be acting differently?” Bob asks, snuggling down further between them, the only one of the three of them happy to fall asleep in the middle, liking the combined heat of all their bodies with no need to stick half his body out from under the blankets to cool down.

“It’s been a couple of days, give them some time to adjust.”

“Adjust to what? They’re fucking each other, not getting personality transplants,” Natasha mutters, even if she hasn’t actually seen any evidence that they’re anything more than friends…

“So the hope that they might be nicer when they’re getting dicked down is in vain and I should shelve it?”

“Oh, no. Jake is definitely easier to deal with when he’s getting laid on the regular.”

“So is Bradley...” she murmurs, because he has been much happier this week.

“Your best friends are weird.”

Natasha and Javy both grumble, because there isn’t any disputing it. She’d definitely put money on them finally getting their shit organized though.

“Who is your best friend?” Javy asks.

“Uh. Well. Both of you…”

“Oh Bob…” Natasha says, rolling over so she can face him rather than be held by him, nestles into him and captures his lips in a soft kiss. Going slow she reminds herself. That’s what they all agreed on.

“Well, you’re lucky you have normal best friends…” Javy says, and he’s kissing the back of Bob’s neck, which is a little unfair because she knows it’s one of his most sensitive spots.

“Normal is overrated,” Bob says.

“And we’re your girlfriend and boyfriend as well remember…” Natasha says, catching Javy’s eye.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know…”

She watches as Javy kisses his fingertips, reaches over and presses the same fingertips to the apple of her cheek.

“Sweet dreams. Both of you.”

… … …

“Come on, in here…”

“We’re not teenagers, we don’t need to sneak around.”

“Excuse you, pretty sure there’s money riding on whenever we finally get our shit together.”

“Is our shit together?”

“You know it is. Now come on…”

Jake hooks a finger in Bradley’s waist band and drags him toward the little used teaching room. Little used because the carpet got wet and it never dried out properly, so the room always smells musty and needs to be aired out for at least an hour before use. That and it’s at the end of a long corridor so it’s simply avoided and not a room people generally walk past.

God, the sneaking around is stupid and juvenile and they will get in trouble if they are caught, but also it’s kind of hot how they just can’t seem to keep their hands off each other now that they’re letting themselves touch. Also he notes that Jake only pushes for this when they’re technically not on the clock, either before or after when they’re meant to be working. So a technicality, but definitely one Jake would argue until he was out of breath.

“Wanna get my mouth on you…”

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” Jake gasps and he’s already leaning against the door, hips flexing beneath Bradley’s hands. His knees click as he kneels and he hopes Jake appreciates the pain he’ll no doubt experience later. Not that he’ll have any regrets, but he’ll still complain and make Jake run his hands over him in the vague facsimile of a massage. It’ll probably lead to more sex, but that’s on the cards anyway. He runs his nose up the fly of Jake’s pants, presses his face into the warmth there and grins as Jake groans and presses back.

“Oh hell no, we do not need to see this…”

Jake goes stiff and pulls away and Bradley stands so fast he gets a head rush, turning to the voice and oh shit… Coyote, Nat and Bob are all standing there and they’ve clearly had more time because all three of them are tucking their shirts back in as they come closer, out of the corner where they’d obviously been… doing exactly what he and Jake had been about to do. Similar enough anyway.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Bradley says to Jake.

“Yeah babe, we both did. You three aren’t subtle,” Jake says to the others and Coyote just flips him a finger which Jake returns with a grin.

“And you think the two of you are?” Natasha asks, and she sounds pissed and Bradley knows he’s going to get a sharp dressing down. “Okay… Now isn’t the time to get into this. How about we all go our respective ways and we can meet up for breakfast tomorrow,” Natasha suggests, and Bradley is already nodding. Getting out of here and maybe drowning his embarrassment with alcohol would be a good idea. Or letting a good orgasm wash it away works as well.

“Dinner. I have plans most of tomorrow,” Jake counter offers and Bradley frowns. They don’t have plans, other than being in bed all day… Oh.

“Lunch, or even brunch. I’m giving you the shovel talk.”

“Why did you work so hard to get us together if you’re going to turn around and give me the shovel talk?”

“Hangman, the shovel talk is a right of passage. Also you’d already put in some work, I was just getting very sick of him being an oblivious idiot.”

“Hey!” Bradley objects, he’s not that bad. They’ve made it work.

“Bradley. I love you. Your attention to detail and ability to hit targets is magnificent. However Hangman could have walked around with a t-shirt with property of Bradley Bradshaw on it and you would have made a comment about the amazing coincidence of there being someone else having the same name as you and also wanting to fuck Hangman.”

“For the record, I don’t think you’re quite that bad. But I did think I was pretty obvious.”

“He was,” Coyote and Bob say at the same time and Bradley takes in Coyote’s arm around her waist and how Bob is also holding Coyote’s other hand.

“We’re talking about this…”

“Of course we are. But not tonight.”

“Always knew you were the smartest of all of us. We will see you at dinner tomorrow.”

“Brunch!”

“We’ll see.”

… … …

The only benefit of watching Bradley get dressed is knowing that he’ll later be allowed to undress him. He won the battle of meal time and they’re meeting for an early dinner.

“Here. You can have the third pair as well…”

He hands the third pair of socks over and Bradley looks at them, lips slowly curling into a smile as he takes in the little peppers and flames with the words hot stuff all over them. Then he’s pressing them into Jake’s chest and giving his a filthy kiss.

“They’re much better suited to you.”

THE END

Additional head canon which doesn't fit the fic - they end up gifting each other socks for birthdays and totally using them to give each other subtle messages about what kind of sex they're in the mood for. It starts off as an accident the first time - one peach emoji and one eggplant sock and Jake making a quip about mixing things up but then it becomes a THING.

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Life is too short to waste time matching socks...#Top Gun fanfiction #BobNixJavy

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rom-e-o · 1 year ago

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One Breakfast At A Time -Modern!AU (Costance/Ebenezer) (Minific)

Morning light, diffused by the early morning clouds into a rosy glow that draped across London like a diaphanous net, seeped through the curtains. Ebenezer Scrooge, very much alert but moving the speed of molasses, inched out of his lover’s embrace without waking her, unwinding himself from the tangle or arms and bedsheets.

Constance DoGoode, his girlfriend of half a year, snoozed happily, smiling against her pillow as she turned away from the rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains.

She hugged the stuffed, silk-covered pillow beneath her head, auburn hair cascading down the milky fabric in waves of molten copper.

“Mmm….light as a feather, happy as an angel…” Constance mumbled in her sleep. “Mm, very merry…”

His hand went to his mouth as he chuckled with the utmost fondness at the sight. Constance was a heavy sleeper and dreamer, he’d learned. She often talked in her sleep, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what she was dreaming about.

In addition to providing a series of amusing moments he’d often reveal to her later that morning, her murmuring also helped to confirm her lingering distraction.

With her still asleep, he could jump into action.

After making sure Constance was still asleep, he moved with quiet grace and giddiness to the kitchen of his London flat, collecting ingredients from the fridge and utensils to prepare a special breakfast. Their night together had been a private symphony of sighs, moans, and laughter, and now Ebenezer was determined to make the morning just as memorable.

With care, he selected fresh eggs, ripe tomatoes, and a medley of herbs from the kitchen's small garden, which he kept on a small windowsill. Years ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of stocking his kitchen so fully. Fresh food was a waste of money, as far as he’d been concerned. Now, the redeemed philanthropist couldn't help but smile to himself as he went about cooking, eager to surprise her with a homemade breakfast.

It wasn’t much, he supposed. He was no chef, but he took great joy in cooking for the woman he loved. It was the first time he’d done something like this for another, but he’d been planning the surprise for a week, when he’d used her late-shift at the coffee house as the opportunity to sneak some ingredients from the market and up into his fridge before leaving again to pick her up.

Predictably, she’d spent the night, so he was glad to have planned ahead.

In the cozy kitchen, he hummed a gentle tune as he worked. The clinking of dishes and the sizzle of ingredients provided a domestic harmony alongside him.

Meanwhile, Constance stirred in the bedroom, awakening to the comforting and savory scents wafting through the air. She stretched and yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light that spilled into the room.

She shivered a bit, bare from their time together the night before, and reached across the bed for her discarded pajamas. She eased into the silk short and matching camisole with ease before retreating back to the warmth of the covers. It was tempting to roll over into her boyfriend's abandoned spot, where she knew the aroma of his cologne

Just as she nestled back in, she heard the clinking of cutlery and creak of soft footsteps on the flat’s historic hardwood floors.

Ebenezer entered the bedroom, a tray balanced in his hands with an array of delectable treats. A soft smile played on his lips as he approached the bed, where Constance sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his eyes reflecting the joy of the moment.

Constance's face lit up in response. "Good morning. What's all this?" she asked, eyeing the tray with curiosity.

"Breakfast in bed," Ebenezer announced, setting the tray before her. "I-It’s nothing much. Just a little something to make the morning special."

The tray bore a feast for the senses – fluffy scrambled eggs with herbs, slices of perfectly ripe tomatoes, and a steaming cup of rich coffee (which he knew she preferred over breakfast tea). A small vase with a single, delicate flower adorned the tray, adding a touch of elegance.

As Constance took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. "Nothing much? Ebenezer, this is wonderful! You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he replied, settling down beside her on the bed. "To many more mornings just like this."

As they finished breakfast, Constance thanked him with another kiss on the cheek. “Do you need help with the dishes?"

“Oh, no, I’ll get them,” he said, stacking them on the tray artfully.

After multiple reassurance, he finally convinced her to leave the task to him.

As Constance disappeared into the bathroom for her morning shower, Ebenezer carried the tray to the kitchen sink with a smile. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the otherwise quiet flat provided a comforting soundtrack to his thoughts. When added to by the sound of rushing water from the shower bathroom

As he scrubbed plates clean in the sink, his mind wandered to the journey that had led him to this moment. Constance had walked into his life like a gentle sunrise, slowly illuminating the corners of his heart that had long been shrouded in shadows. Their connection felt deeper with each passing day, and he found himself reflecting on…well, just how much she meant to him.

The realization hit him with profound clarity – Constance wasn't just a fleeting chapter in his life. The thought of a future without her seemed unimaginable. It definitely wasn’t a future he wanted to live.

With the dishes neatly arranged and Constance still singing in the shower, Ebenezer dried his hands and settled into a moment of quiet contemplation. His heart swelled with affection, and the idea of a future together began to crystallize in his mind.

Proposing, the notion whispered softly through his thoughts. The word lingered in the air, carrying with it a promise of shared tomorrows. Ebenezer had never been one for impulsive decisions, but with Constance, it felt different – as if their connection transcended the ordinary rules of time.

A smile played on his lips as he envisioned the day he would ask her to be his forever. He could almost hear the words, feel the weight of the ring in his pocket, and see the joy in her eyes. Yet, he knew that such a moment required careful planning, the right setting, and the perfect words to properly and artfully convey the depth of his feelings.

Lost in these musings, he was startled by the sound of the shower shutting off. Constance emerged, wrapped in a towel, her laughter mingling with the remaining traces of steam in the air. She caught his eye, and the room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"What's got you smiling so much?" she asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

Ebenezer chuckled, his heart still dancing to the melody of his thoughts. "Just thinking about the future," he replied, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "And how fortunate I am to have you in it."

She leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "I feel the same way."

In that ordinary yet extraordinary morning, Ebenezer's heart swelled with the certainty that, someday, he would ask Constance to be his forever.

Until then, he would continue to try and show her with every passing moment just how much he adored her. One shared breakfast as a time.

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@quill-pen speaking of our earlier discussion, this is probably the shortest thing I've done for them, haha.

#scrooge 2022 #scrooge a christmas carol #scrooge netflix #scrooge x oc #oc constance dogoode #modern!au #scroogeverse

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bbitess · 3 months ago

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next x reader

masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　6　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(smut‼️)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　newts pov　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

i woke up the next morning a little early to visit frypan, minho, and of course, bug, for the early breakfast. minho had already finished eating and bug was cleaning the last of the kitchen before the real meal.

i walked up still dressed in my pajamas and began chatting with frypan and minho. i eye her as she walks up from the kitchen and tells frypan she is going to leave for a quick break before the real breakfast. he says that's fine.

when it's all four of us I felt the need to address the elephant in the room, "so," i began at the boys, "that surprise you left us was amazing!" i say super sarcastically.

frypan and minho just laugh and bug tries to hide their blush but smile at her. i think it's cute.

"what? is he like your boyfriend now?" frypan asks bug. there is a slight pause before i take over, "yes, i am!" i state very proudly.

"okay, well your girlfriend is leaving now..." she says walking away. i chase behind her and flip off frypan and minho behind me. gosh, i was so happy right now, to be with bug, a whole day of the glade ahead, three homemade meals. i was very content.

bug walks us back to my hut. i'm a little confused but she sets her stuff down, checks her watch, and locks the chain lock on the door. now i'm very confused.

"what's happening?" i ask. "i want to make you feel good before you have to work your long day. mr. second-in-command can't be this tense." she giggles running her hands across and almost massaging my shoulders.

our lips ghost together and she runs her hands though my hair.

finally her lips meet mine and we engage in a heavy makeout. our lips match eachothers so well and i almost can't help but groan into her mouth.

she pulls back and smiles, continuing to kiss softly, then harder, down my neck. she even starts nipping at my skin with her teeth and then i loose all control.

almost immediately my boner bounces right out of my pajamas and bug can see the tent in my pants. she kisses down my chest as i whimper for her touch and finally starts palming me though the soft fabric.

she grabs the waistband on my pants and pulls them down exposing my cock to the cold air. i shutter as she begins stroking it up and down slowly. as i fight every urge in my body to buck my hips into her hand and finish right now on her face. she sets soft kisses on the shuttering tip of my dick.

finally she takes it in her mouth, i feel myself hitting the back of her throat, she gags and rises back up on my length.

she licks the base, then spits on the tip, then licks around the tip again, just to re-spit the wetness back on my cock.

i'm moaning like a mess but trying to play it cool and being quiet because some people could be awake right now. i squirm under her touch, i look at her for a second but i realize if i look any longer i would cum right there, so i shut my eyes tight as sweat drips down my head.

she keeps bobbing and gagging loudly on my dick, my hips start to match her pace and i hold the back of her head as i slightly buck into her, guiding her head down onto my cock.

i buck harder and watch her gag and her pretty eyes begin to water. i stare at her as her eyes go back into her head, i finish throat-fucking her and cum right on her sexy pink tounge. she swallows it all and brings me in for a strangely romantic kiss while i get my clothes on, i can taste myself on her lips and it makes my head spin.

bug has to leave to help frypan with breakfast so she cleans up a little then grabs her things and leaves, closing the now unlocked door behind her, almost as if nothing happened.

she was so… perfect, it was the best orgasm i have had my life, well that i can remember, and it was caused by an amazing girl who is super funny, grows weed, and cooks. i didn't remember much before the maze but this girl was making the maze experience, and all i can remember, very special.

#thomas brodie sangster #newt maze runner #newtmas #thomas sangster

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violetgreeneao3 · 3 months ago

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BTR Chapter 1 - The enemy of my enemy

Wonyoung was a very good girlfriend. So good, in fact, that she wanted to surprise Sunghoon before his soccer match because her Service Club meeting got out early.

Since he was the boy’s team captain she knew he would be on the field. It was big, freshly pressed, and… empty. Her backpack hung heavily as she walked around in search of him, opening the app they used to check each other’s location (yes, they were that kind of couple), and being confused as to why he was somewhere near the bleachers. She didn’t see him so she drew closer, moments away from stepping onto the metal and announcing her presence when she heard a faint breathy sound.

”We should get going,” came a somewhat familiar voice. She’d spoken to the boy once or twice before, though at the moment his name escaped her mind’s grasp. “Coach will be looking for us.”

”Just a second,” said Sunghoon, and Wonyoung made the mistake of carefully sneaking around the back, ducking all of the support beams and rusty poles to peek her head into a dark space illuminated only by the streaks of light that shone through gaps in the seats overhead.

She had to bite back a gasp. Surprise was the first thing she felt for a good few seconds. Watching her boyfriend of almost a year now make out with a boy from his soccer team had to be somewhere near the bottom of things she expected to see ever in her life, but low and behold, here she was staring face to face with something so humiliating.

Sunghoon’s hand slid from the boy’s neck down his body and Wonyoung had to turn away. As much as she wanted to cause a scene she knew there wasn’t a point. He wasn’t worth it.

“Maybe you’ll have more luck than me,” she blurted, a wry satisfaction buzzing through her when they both froze in shock. She turned away with a sigh, not wanting to face them because her fake little smirk was shaky at best and unconvincing at worst. “He was never good at that sort of thing.”

”Wonyoung,” he tried distantly, but she was already pacing away across the field by the time he collected himself.

This was… not ideal. It’ll look so bad for her. She’s only a Junior so she would have to live through another entire year of this rumor looming over here. Wonyoung Jang, the Fairview High School Queen Bee, was cheated on. Swapped out for a different model, and a boy at that? The mere idea of anyone knowing mortified her, so she pledged to keep it to herself and knew deep down that Sunghoon was relieved he knew she would, too, so really there was no stakes for him. He wouldn’t feel very sorry. For some reason, that was the worst part.

Yuri carefully wiped the last tear from the corner of her eye, hugging her a little tighter.

Wonyoung knew that Yuri knew something was wrong when she showed up at her doorstep, though it still took an hour or two of coaxing for her to spill what happened to the older girl.

Now she sat in a set of Yuri’s pajamas, in Yuri’s bed, with Yuri’s arms around her. Her tears seeped into Yuri’s shirt and the only thing that grounded her aside from the warm embrace was the twinkling of fairy lights overhead. Her duvet was also quite soft, so that helped.

“He didn’t deserve you,” she said, drawing away to hand Wonyoung a glass of water she prepared.

“I know.” She took a gulp, taking the rest of her tears with the water, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I just can’t believe I… y’know. With him? I thought it was special.”

“Well, he’s a boy. It's never special.” Yuri reached to turn off the lights and Wonyoung couldn’t complain. “There are better people out there. Better boys, even. Try not to worry about him.”

She simply lied back with her against Yuri’s pillows and deeply appreciated the impromptu sleepover. Something disastrous may have happened if she was alone. Without Yuri to coax tears from her, she may have gone and blown up his car or lit his house on fire, her sadness always turning to rage when she didn’t know where to put it.

As per usual, Yuri held out her hands so Wonyoung didn’t have to figure it out herself.

“I wanna get him back.” Wonyoung kicked at the grass as he walked through the courtyard with a scowl. She sort of ditched Gaeul for the morning to talk things out with Yuri, but Gaeul wasn’t the type to mind. “But it’s so hard when I can’t say what happened.”

”Why can’t you, again?”

“Um, because it’s embarrassing?” she states plainly, looking at Yuri instead of the route ahead because she was so dumbfounded that Yuri wasn’t getting it. That owlish look of hers said as much. “You know what people would think of me. Like, how could I have let that happen? And Sunghoon got to run around getting what he wanted while I was just the stupid girl who let him.”

”I don’t think anyone would think—”

Wonyoung stopped abruptly, her Calculus textbooks falling out of her arms when something ran into her. About the same height (maybe a little taller) but with enough muscle mass and force to make her stumble.

“Whoops…”

Wonyoung’s instinct was to glare.

If Wonyoung was the Queen Bee of the Junior class, Yujin was the same for Seniors. Her smirk was exceptionally insufferable today, though she was sure the whole Sunghoon situation made Yujin’s smugness feel that much worse. She couldn’t bring herself to do more than huff and pick up her book, and didn't have the energy to say anything snappy when Yujin stood there with her arms crossed, clearly expecting it.

“Where’s your dumbass boyfriend?” Yujin asked, sightseeing Yena as she left her side to take Yuri’s hand. The two of them just walked off together with nothing more than a wave. At the sight of them leaning and whispering, Yujin let out a laugh through her nose and Wonyoung rolled her eyes. “Did you finally decide to dump him?”

”Yeah, but what’s it to you?”

“Well what happened?” Yujin looked a little more surprised than Wonyoung knew how to understand. When she didn’t reply Yujin sighed. “Well at least let me know how to bother him with it.”

“It was… a mutual thing.”

”Liar.” Yujin scanned her up and down. “You’re a mess.”

”Wha—”

”You’re wearing Yuri’s clothes and your eyes are all puffy. Makeup can’t hide everything, Wonyoung. Just tell me what happened. You know I’ll bother him with it.”

Wonyoung bit her lip, weighing her options. She hated Yujin mostly because Sunghoon did. Not that they were broken up there should have been no animosity, but hate is nothing if not a habit, and by now Yujin hated her right back. Plus, it really sucked that Yujin couldn’t be so stupid and careless and everyone still liked her, whereas Wonyoung had to do so much to curry favor. She had to get with someone like Sunghoon in the first place to make it easier, but this anxiety overwhelmed her now that news would begin to spread of their breakup. Unless she took some kind of action, most people would take Sunghoon’s side. Things would return to how they were before, with Wonyoung having a handful of friends and Sunghoon getting the rest.

When it came to hating Yujin, Sunghoon was the real expert because he hated her for good reason. She was a girl who was better at him than soccer and knew it. His ego was bruised by her mere existence and before that meant Wonyoung was bruised by it, too, because she dated someone subpar at the sport, but now that they were a part she needed to find a way to exploit this weakness.

A weakness that stood in front of her right now, her arms crossed, hair tousled from morning practice, a faint woody smell of some perfume wafting to Wonyoung’s nose. It was strangely pleasant, not as suffocating as the Jimmy Choo Sunghoon coated himself with each morning. Something subtle, much like the teasing glint in Yujin’s eyes.

“You really wanna know?”

”Of course,” Yujin smirked, scanning her face. “That bad, huh? Haven’t seen you this mad since I beat him at the fair.”

Wonyoung rolled her eyes, bumping shoulders with Yujin as she passed, but not without mumbling, “Bleachers after school.”

In her mind, all the pieces were clicking, disconnected parts joining together in her mind to take the shape of a plan. One that would hit Sunghoon where it hurt and rub salt in the wound at the same time. And the plan lied somewhere near the bottom of her things she would have ever expected, right there above seeing Sunghoon cheat on her with her own two eyes, because the plan involved Yujin, who she loathed only a little less than Sunghoon for reasons she could only partially describe.

But you know what they say… the enemy of my enemy is her… something. Hopefully she’ll be able to tack a label on it after school.

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untilthenextencore · 2 years ago

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"Is She Or Isn't She?: The Potential Mrs. Page~..." (Jimmy Fic Article~)

Is he or isn't he? Are they or aren't they?

That's the question on everyone's minds when it comes to Jimmy Page & his new young "Honey". The elder statesman of rock & his young ex radio dj talent girlfriend, one Yulissa Honey Garcia, seem to be delighting in keeping us the public guessing.

Page has seen fit to spoil his young twenty-something beauty with lovely clothes, roses and jewelry. Nine times out of ten Yulissa sees fit to accessorize her outfit of choice with garnet jewelry. Her reason being that garnet being her beloved boyfriend's birthstone.

What set tongues wagging anew however is her latest acquisition. A stunning cushion cut champagne diamond surrounded by 28 smaller white diamonds, set in a stunning ornate gold ring. This new acquisition the young Miss Yulissa tends to wear on her left hand. Third finger.

What compounds this interest is another ring she has been seen with. She rotates this champagne diamond bauble with a comparatively simple garnet ring. One that matches a garnet ring he wears on his own left hand's third finger.

This tease is added to the snatches of playful humor photos show regarding Page's young love. Yulissa has been seen wearing Dior ribbons in her hair - an obvious memento of yet another Page gift - along with her chosen jewelry of the day when dressing down in her jeans & t-shirts.

The May December lovers have also been seen in typical lover's retreat locations. One might even class these places as honeymoon locales, such as Paris. Paparazzi have spotted them having champagne brunches on the balcony of their suites, cozily dressed in their pajamas & robes, Yulissa's being white with lace sleeves & very befitting a new bride. Miss Yulissa has even been papped in one of their hideaway suites sipping champagne from the bottle in a less than fully dressed state.

Whispers abound of her dining either topless or in brief wear during lunch at an island getaway.

And when she does deign to dress, the young Miss Yulissa has been seen wearing clothes one would see belonging to if not befitting bridal collections. White & filmy & floaty. Ethereal.

One wonders if Page's tastes for PreRaphaelitic & Romantic touches, and his possible dressing of young Yulissa at these times, doesn't hide a secret happiness; a secret happy event between the two we'd only be too happy to congratulate them for.

With Page's jetsetting ways with his young love however, we must admit that we're at a loss as to where one might look to even begin to search for a possible marriage license.

Mr. Page has been contacted for comment, but he & his representatives have remained as mum as ever. Miss Garcia - or perhaps Mrs. Page - has been reached to similar no avail. When asked on red carpets at any of Mr. Page's events as to their marital status, the two only smile & walk on their merry way, hand in hand if not locking fingers. It seems that the two of them see fit to keep us all guessing for just that much longer. How much longer, however, is anyone's guess.

As ever, this is forever under construction~...

Hope you guys enjoy~!...

#untilthenextencore #jimmy page fanfiction #jimmy page fanfic #jimmy page fan fic #jimmy page fan fiction #led zeppelin fanfic #led zeppelin fanfiction #led zeppelin fan fic #led zeppelin fan fiction

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saleeba · 1 year ago

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sore loser ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ a home defeat leaves jude more than annoyed but he has his own special way to release the tension.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, dom!jude, sub!reader, p in v, blowjob, rough sex, doggystyle, hairpulling, slight degradation (reader gets called ‘slut’ a few times), spanking, crying, praise, bimbofication (??), jude is a bit mean in this, unprotected sex (*nicki minaj voice* zon’t zoo it 😦), creampie, gentle aftercare, back to what i’m best at – porn without an inkling of plot :D

a/n ♡ one last jude smut to see us into 2024 !! ik that anon said “a little rough” but once i was in that territory i was IN so yeah it’s quite rough 😅 anyway i hope everyone has the happiest new year & may 2024 bring an abundance of wonderful memories for us all 🥳🤍

a defeat at home was never on the radar for jude tonight. the team had been enjoying an unwavering streak of victories wherever they’d played this season but an out-of-character performance from himself left jude exasperated and he’s now asking his driver to take him home as quickly as he can, needing the distance from the stadium to his destination to shrink faster than the memory of tonight’s result.

you’re in the kitchen of your shared house, pottering about in your matching pajama set with cleaning products in your hands now that you’ve just finished dinner; a plate of it sits on the side for your boyfriend like always. in all your swift pacing, you nearly miss the sly way he slips into the home, the din of keys and heavy bags alerting you of his presence. you immediately know something’s wrong since he doesn’t greet you with his habitual ‘honey, i’m home!’ line and instead zips straight to the living room with a fling of his keys and a dump of his kit.

it’s not rare for jude to come back from a match all moody and unwilling to talk — even in instances where the team had won and he had scored, he’s so self-critical that most post-match conversations between the two of you consist of jude complaining about the fact that he should’ve scored another goal or two, should’ve made that pass, should’ve done this, should’ve done that. every time, you’re there with a million comments of reassurance, shutting down his irrationalities with a pure smile and a hand to hold — so you assume you’re going to do just that once again, to play the role of the comforting girlfriend and put faith in your trusted formula.

jude is having none of it tonight, though, as every syllable of yours is met with silence and a turn of his head.

“jude, what’s wrong?” you huff out, annoyed at the attitude he’s showing you. “we can’t fix whatever’s going on if you don’t tell me!”

“fix? there’s nothing to fix, y/n.” he’s still not looking towards you.

you cross your arms in determination and press further. “yeah and that’s why you’re just sitting there giving me a shitty attitude… prick.” with a clearer mind, you would’ve admitted that that was uncalled for but with your boyfriend giving you nothing, your head seems fiery and you feel the need to add fuel to receive just a little something in response.

but that has jude making straight eye contact with you, his head whipping around to burn a glare into your eyes. you can see in the slight flare of his nostrils and grit of his teeth that he’s far from comforted right now, all thanks to your little condescending quip which forces you to bite your lip and stop yourself from adding any more uninvited insults.

“what did you just say?” jude knows fully well what he had just heard come out of your mouth; you know that he knows. but this is his way of daring you, daring you to repeat the name-calling, daring you to see what happens if you do. his sneering does nothing but fan your irritation. however, you know to hold your tongue. “come on, sweetheart, you gonna stay quiet now?”

he’s creeping towards you with a mix of entertainment and anger in his mind, hands arriving at your waist and holding you in place, keeping you in place — or rather, reminding you of your place. there’s a step back and a faltering stance from you, the facade dropping off your face as jude continues his attack.

“what’s wrong, hm?” he’s purposefully echoing your words from before, a glint in his eye taunting you. “can’t be having you run your mouth like that now, can we?”

you go to speak — daring to open your mouth — but you’re being shut up before you’ve even started, a harsh kiss pressed against your lips as jude pulls his body into yours, the sound of arguing being replaced with a muffled whimper of surprise from you. jude is relentless with his mouth on yours, concentrating so much on getting you to be quiet and let him teach you a lesson, tiny bites being left on the outsides of your lips as a warning.

“we’re gonna have to do something about that shitty attitude of yours tonight,” he’s forever good at using your own words against you. “get on your knees for me, angel.”

you obey immediately, of course you do. the way you clamber to the ground nearly reveals how badly you want to please him, knees pressing into the rug below as your fingers itch to unbutton his trousers and hurry the process along. jude sees the way you’re fidgeting below him and responds with a knowing laugh, his fingers granting your wish and freeing his entire body of material.

jude decides that there are to be no other words shared between the two of you as he proceeds to push his cock past your awaiting lips, the pace currently gentle as he lets you take control. you think nothing of it, just happy to finally have your mouth stuffed full of dick as you get to work on wrapping your lips around the entirety of it as best as you can — jude’s girth will never leave you unsurprised nor will your lips ever become accommodated to that stretched feeling as you move down his length, covering it in a slick layer of spit.

as soon as the tip so much as kisses the opening of your throat, jude takes matters into his own hands and quite literally. with one hand in your hair and the other on your cheek, he’s ramming the extent of his cock right into the back of your mouth, catching you off guard and leaving you gagging around him. he doesn’t stop, though, cock pushing in and out as his pelvic bone bumps into your chin but never slipping past the constraints of your lips.

“this is exactly what you wanted, hm?” he pants out, the hand on your head tightening its grip in sheer ecstasy. “wanted to mouth off just for me to teach you a lesson?”

you reply with an irked expression, brows furrowed and face doing its best to direct a scowl towards jude. he can’t think about much past how pretty you look with his dick shoved down your throat, spit now bubbling around the corners of your lips.

“why do you look so angry, baby? i’m doing you a favour,” he smirks, hips moving in what seems like an endless motion, punctuating his every syllable with a thrust as you have no choice but to take it all. “showing you what happens to pretty sluts that like to run their mouths.”

there’s no hiding from the consequences for you now, not when jude positions both hands on your head and essentially fucks your face, stilling any movements that may even think to enter your mind, all thoughts being replaced by the way his dick slides over your tongue and into your throat. neverending, it all seems. you pray for it to be like so.

“my pretty slut, though, right?” he emphasises the possessive adjective with a harsh hilt of his hips. “answer me, baby.”

you can only muster up a muffled mmph, eyes rolling back as the fullness restricts you from saying too much, saying anything — just how he wants you.

he delivers a taunting laugh before pressing. “tell me you’re my pretty slut.”

you’re gurgling out the words back to him, consonants and vowels all mashed up and topsy-turvy as the combination of saliva and big dick has you choking on your response to his demand, eyes tearing up and turning red with a deliciously blissful burn.

“good fucking girl.” jude pulls out of your throat, leaving you coughing and slightly gasping for air, his hands still on your head as he orders you to keep your mouth open. he spits into it, now telling you to swallow like the good girl you are and you obey. of course you do.

“fuck, angel,” jude himself is gasping now, the sight of your watered eyes and spit-covered chin nearly too much for him. “get on the armchair for me, on your knees.”

another demand met with immediate obedience.

climbing onto the seat as instructed, your hands grip onto the armrests as you turn to look over your shoulder, watching as jude peels your pj shorts down to just above your knees, not even bothering to take them off fully since he has all the access he needs.

you’re unbelievably yet unusually wet tonight; it’d normally take a lot more than sucking jude off to have you leaking so much and your lover can’t help but pick up on it.

“being called a slut gets you this wet, babe?” he’s caressing the outside of your pussy with his dick now, enjoying the way it follows the curve of your body and the occasional dip of the tip past the folds. “should do it more often then.”

he pushes the span of his cock inside you without warning and you feel like you could cum on the spot, the intensely stuffed feeling making you whine out loud almost on command. jude is set on treating your pussy just like he treated your mouth, hips pistoning in and out of you as he experimentally yanks on your hair for both leverage and his and your pleasure. you’re practically drooling all over the armchair, surprising yourself with how loud you can get despite jude nearly destroying your voice box with his dick, moaning with every rock-hard inch he puts inside you.

“that’s it, baby girl,” jude groans, the pull on your hair guiding your ear to his lips as he places the chastest of kisses, the action so juxtaposed to the abuse he’s committing to your cunt. he lets go all of a sudden, letting you take care of your now dropped head as he takes in the view of your sopping pussy enveloping his cock. “you wanna try and talk like that to me again, princess? see where it gets you next time?”

you’re sobbing with pleasure right now, not being able to do anything but shake your head frantically, the ramming of his cock inside you somehow choking you up this time. you want to scream and tell him that you’re sorry, that you won’t do it again, that you’ll always be a good girl for him.

jude’s not happy with that weak excuse of an answer and so he tugs on your hair again, forcing your head to tilt back and listen to him as he lands a sharp slap to your ass. you half-moan and half-scream, not sure if the pain outweighs the pleasure as he continues his assault on each cheek before interrogating you.

“you were comfortable running your mouth before, what’s happened now?” another stinging smack to your backside, tears now running down your face as silken moans escape your lungs — a symphony to jude’s ears. “dumb slut has nothing to say now, huh? head just full of nothing but cock.”

you want to deny everything he’s saying but you know that even if your voice was loud and clear for all to hear, you’d be spewing lies. you love the way he’s in your cunt right now; the drag of his cock — veiny and throbbing — is so fucking addictive, you really can’t think of anything besides it. you nod desperately as jude cackles behind you. he loves that he can get you this way — an intelligent and capable girl for everyone else and a brainless whore for him, for when he has his dick pumping in and out of you.

the pulsating of your walls around his length has jude’s hips stuttering, the rhythm being broken down as he feels you cumming around him. normally, you preface your orgasms with louder, more urgent sounds and dialogues of jude, i’m gonna cum! or jude, you’re gonna make me cum! but there’s no such differentiation tonight — your moans are unchanged in their volume and desperation because they’ve been the same ever since jude slipped inside of you, the first inch of his cock virtually sending you right off the edge from the start.

“o-oh my god,” jude whimpers, feeling his own release gathering in the pit of his stomach as he tries hard to not falter in his movements, needing the velvetiness of your pussy around him until the last millisecond. “gonna cum, baby, gonna c-cum so deep inside you, gonna be feelin’ me for weeks.”

you don’t think it’s possible for an orgasm to be this long — or is this your second one? the sounds coming out of your boyfriend and the spearing of his cock have you clenching rapidly around him, squelches of his cum and yours ringing through your ears, nearly drowning out the way jude whines out your name.

everything comes to a still when jude does, the remaining throbs of him inside you dissipating before he’s ready to pull out. the white liquid oozing out of your tensing hole has him biting his lip hard, holding himself back from plunging right back into you and fucking the cum deeper.

you let out a spent whimper, body trying its best to stay hoisted up by your trembling hands and knees before jude recognises your exhaustion and tries to remedy it by wrapping an arm under your knees, the other holding up your upper body as he carries you up to the bedroom.

“stay here f’me,” his voice sounds exhausted too. you feel like grabbing his face and pulling him into bed with you, the threat of sleepiness burdening your eyes. you just about see jude entering and then exiting the ensuite bathroom with a jug of water and a washcloth. “gotta clean you up, baby.”

the feeling of warm water on your skin pushes you further into dreamland as jude swipes the soft material over your lower half, face and chest.

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t hurt you, did i?” jude winces at the redness of your eyes. “i don’t think i want to do that again. don’t want to disrespect you like that again.”

there’s only a sweet smile on your face waiting in response to him. “no, silly. i would’ve said something if i was uncomfortable with it, wouldn't i?” you hold his face in your hands, his eyes so doe-like and curious. “it was hot, jude, ok? really hot.”

you smooth a thumb over his cheek. “‘m sorry for calling you a prick, though, that was out of order.”

“no, no, i deserved that,” jude grins and you mirror it before he leaves a small kiss on your forehead, murmuring onto it. “can i tell you what actually happened? why i was acting like a prick?”

you shake your head in disapproval of him using that word for himself. “you know you don’t need to ask, my love.”

the rest of the night is spent swapping advice from you and kisses from jude before slumber takes you both off to rest.

#hello! not my best work since it was all written today in a rush to get it out for nye </3 #also if u recognise the video that inspired the bj part then we're absolutely making out rn i don't make the rules !!#˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗#jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x y/n #footballer smut #football imagine #footballer imagine

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takecareluv · 3 years ago

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cramps & cuddles || vinnie hacker x reader

waking up earlier than most days, y/n felt a particular pinch in her stomach that came like clockwork each and every month. with a groan she tossed the comforter aside, shivering at the sudden loss of the warm blanket that protected her from the cold air that otherwise filled the room.

y/n made her way into the bathroom. stepping in front of the mirror, she finally noticed the crimson stain on her newly purchased matching pajama set that she only just took the tags off of the night prior. she prayed it also didn’t stain the sheets in vinnie’s room.

already on the verge of tears, she opened the cabinet where she stored all of her period products only to find it empty. that was the final straw that lead her to breakdown. sinking to the floor, she pulled her legs close to her chest and attempted to be as quiet as possible while the tears spilled from her eyes, not wanting to wake up her sleeping boyfriend.

however, it was too late. vinnie, who heard the faint sound of sniffles coming from the bathroom, was quick to hop out of bed and walk towards the closed door. “baby you in there?” he asked, voice still raspy from just waking up.

when he didn’t get much of a response, he pushed the door open slightly to see his precious girlfriend crying in a ball in the corner. now even more worried, he rushed over to the girl, crouching down next to her. “sweetheart, what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

“i started my period and i-, i stained my new pajamas and probably your bedding too. and now i don’t have any pads or tampons left to put on. i don’t even know why i’m crying. this is so stupid, i’m so stupid.” she babbled out barely taking a second to breathe.

“hey, hey, you’re not stupid. you’re okay, everything is gonna be okay,” vinnie said while pulling the girl closer to him, allowing y/n to lay her head on his chest. “don’t worry about the sheets or anything, i can wash them. and i can go to the store to get you whatever you need. okay, baby?”

she only continued to let out a wail, “no, no you don’t have to do that. i don’t want to make you have to go out right now because of me, you just woke up. i’ll just have them delivered or something.”

holding her face with both his hands so that she would finally look at him, wiping the tears from her eyes. “don’t cry, my love. you know i hate it when you cry.” he whispered, placing a bunch of kisses all over her face in attempt to cheer the girl up. “and don’t worry about it, baby. you’re not making me go anywhere, i want to go for you. and you know how long it takes to get stuff postmated here. it’ll be so much quicker if i go, yeah?”

y/n only nodded, knowing he was right.

pulling her up to stand, vinnie placed a kiss to the shorter girl’s forehead while she wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his chest once again. “why don’t you take a hot shower while i run to the store and when i get back we can cuddle all day and watch movies. how’s that sound?”

feeling her nod against him in agreement, he kissed her one last time before pulling away from the hug, much to y/n’s dismay, and making his way out of the room to get ready. “i’ll be back before you know it, sweetheart. i love you.”

“love you more,” y/n replied, letting out a sigh once she heard the door shut.

she did exactly what vinnie suggested, turning on the shower to hot and while letting it heat up, snatched her most expensive body washes and scrubs from the top shelf of the cabinet, knowing she needed the extra little bit of self care today.

in the mean time, vinnie stripped the bed of its sheets, placing them into the wash while also putting a pair of his sweatpants and sweatshirts into the dryer so they were warm, and especially cozy, for his girlfriend to wear once she got out of the shower.

while waiting for the clothes to be done, he put fresh sheets on their shared bed, not without quite a bit of struggling when it came to the fitted sheet. why did they make these things so difficult, he thought to himself.

a few minutes later the timer went off and vinnie quickly took the sweatsuit out, folding the pieces nicely, and leaving it on the bed for y/n.

now that he was finished with that, vinnie grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out of the house, making his way towards the rx7 sitting in the driveway.

after a ten minute drive, he arrived at the nearest convenience store.

walking up and down the aisles, he picked up a bunch of y/n’s favorite snacks: a couple salty, some sweet, and a pint of ben & jerry’s ice cream, dairy free of course. he knew y/n always had a variety of craving during her period.

turning into the last aisle, he was overwhelmed with what felt like an endless amount of options. how many brands of this stuff were there?… there are sizes?… i think she wears the ones with the little flowers on the outside? so many questions were running through his head as he frantically decided to call his mom, figuring she was the best person to help.

barely giving her time to say hello, he hastily asked “playtex or tampax? what’s the difference? and how do i know what size y/n is?” he heard his mom let out a chuckle, “take a deep breath, vin.”

she continued to give him the run down on all things period products, probably a little too in depth, but she knew he would need it in the future. from the difference between liners and pads to heavy flow and regular, vinnie was now fully educated.

with that she left him to make the final decision, not without giving her son a multiple praises for being so good to his girlfriend.

they exchanged “goodbyes” and “i love you’s” while vinnie picked out a pack of nighttime and day time pads, along with an extra large box of tampons so she wouldn’t run out anytime soon. finally walking over to the checkout, he paid for everything and raced home to his awaiting girlfriend.

hurrying into their bedroom, he visibly cooed at the sight of his girlfriend bundled up in his clothes, which looked way better on her he thought.

“you’re back! now please cuddle me. i have cramps.”

vinnie laughed at the girl’s plea, joining her on the bed. “i got everything you needed,” he stated while dumping everything that was once in the bag onto their bed.

“and clearly more. how many snacks did you get? you got more girlfriends on their period that i don’t know about?” y/n joked.

“only you, baby. and i you get all sorts of craving while you’re on your period so i figured i hit all the bases while i was already at the store. oh and i also ordered you a new pajama set because i know how much you loved the one you stained.”

“you did what?” she questioned, amazed at how caring her boyfriend was.

“there were a bunch of colors though and i couldn’t decide which i liked best since they would all look perfect on you so i just got them all.”

“you, vinnie hacker,” she began while grabbing his face to place a big kiss to his lips, “are truly the most amazing person i have ever met. thank you for all of this. i’ve had some care about me this much,” she started to get emotional.

“hey, no more tears, baby. we’ve had enough of those today. you know i’d do anything for you. i love you, pretty girl.”

“i love you even more, pretty boy. now what movie should we start with?”

a.n. i was sure if i wanted to post this today in light of everything going on but i know for me reading fics always brings me comfort when i need it most and helps me take my mind off things and i figured we all could use that today. so here is nothing but fluff for anyone who needs a little bit of an escape right now! please take care of yourselves. i know today was especially rough and triggering so make sure to take some time to take of yourself mentally. don’t feel pressured to constantly be reading or posting things online, protesting and such. although those are obviously great things to do, please make sure to not overwhelm yourselves with it all. i love you all. stay safe <3

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x you

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raging-psycho · 2 years ago

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Imagine giving Stray Kids hand made bracelets Part Two:

Part One

Summary: You like to make yarn bracelets, and you especially love to make them for people. And you decide to give one to one of your lovable Stray Kids members. How would they react? Probably amazingly!!

Members: Han Jisung, Felix, Seungmin (in the building), Jeong In

Tw: scary movie (I’m not sure if that’s one or not)

Genre: fluff

Han Jisung:

You make him a bracelet that is filled with all different colors. Some would say it’s energetic, like him.

It was snowing like crazy outside, so y’all decided to cancel your dinner reservations and stay in and have a movie date instead.

You pick out a horror movie. It’s just the conjuring. You don’t think it’s that scary, but scardy cat Jisung thinks it’s terrifying.

You’ve got the popcorn popped, the pillows fluffed, the blankets set, and the bracelet in your pocket.

You’re about halfway through the movie when Jisung screams, causing you to jump and throw popcorn everywhere.

“What is wrong Hannie? Nothing has even happened yet.”

“Sorry. There was a cat outside the window.”

“If you’re that scared, why don’t I give you a comfort item?”

You pull the bracelet out and start tying it around his wrist.

“There now you have a protective shield form the oh so scary movie.”

You turn back to the movie like this was just a normal thing, but Jisung was stuck still.

You made a bracelet? For HIM?

He pulls you into his arms, and snuggles into you closer.

“Thank you so much for my shield. Can you make me more someday?”

“Of course! Anything to keep you safe”

Another scream pierces your ears.

“JISUNG!!”

“SORRY IT WAS THE CAT AGAIN!”

Felix:

This ball of sunshine needs an equally bright bracelet, so his is made of yellow with some light brown weaved in.

You were extremely bored one Sunday afternoon, and so you made your boyfriend a bracelet that matches his soul.

Shortly after finishing the bracelet, you get a text from the boy asking you to come over for a sleepover

You text back saying sure, and thought to yourself about how convenient it was that you made a bracelet and he was planning to see you.

Almost like it was written-

Anyway

You quickly pack an overnight bag and head out the door. Because you almost forgot the bracelet, you had to double back inside.

When you get there, you see Felix has already changed into his pajamas, and has some pocky out.

Have you guys ever heard of the pocky game? Well that’s what Felix had in mind for you to play.

After you changed into your pajamas you sat across from him and started opening the pocky.

He was already giddy and excited. (He was planning on losing ngl)

You put the chocolate end of the stick between your teeth, and he got the other end.

He held up his hand and counted down 3, 2, 1, go

You took turns slowly inching towards the other person. The closer y’all got the redder y’all got.

Right near the end, you were both as red as tomato. Then Felix closed the gap and put his lips on yours. The stick being forgotten even though you could still taste the chocolate.

He pulled away smiling, his freckles shining like the stars in the sky.

“Felix! You’re supposed to try not to lose y’know.”

“I’ll take any excuse I can get to kiss my beautiful girlfriend! Did I mention you look gorgeous tonight?”, he says as he wipes some chocolate from your lips.

“Then no prize for you.”

“You had a prize for me? Can I see it?”, cue the puppy eyes.

You smirk then pull the bracelet out, but still hide it from his view.

“Oh alright, but only cause you asked for it.”

You put the bracelet on his wrist. You thought the smile he had before was bright, but it was nothing compared to the one he had now.

He was practically jumping from happiness.

“ I love you so much!” He yells as he pulls you into his arms.

“I love you too, Lix.”

Seungmin

His bracelet is a bunch of different shades of brown.

The bracelet had been made a week prior to your date with him.

You both had been planning on going I’ve skating for weeks. It was your 2 year anniversary, and you wanted to make it even more special by making him a bracelet for the occasion.

You finished getting ready, wearing a blue sweater, cute skinny jeans, matching blue gloves, and having your hair up in a half up half down pigtail style.

His car vroomed around the front of your house and you hopped in. He handed you a pair of earmuffs because he knew you didn’t have any.

The place wasn’t all that packed, which was surprising considering it was a weekend.

You kept the bracelet hidden in your pocket, you were worried to give it to him in fear of him not liking it.

He was smiling the whole time, and just being happy in your presence.

You guys were messing around when you started losing your footing. You fell backwards on your both.

He made eye contact with you, and you both erupted in laughter.

After the laughter calmed down and he wiped the tears from his eyes, he noticed something brown laying on the ground beside you.

He bent over to pick it up and saw that it was a bracelet.

You however started panicking.

“Oh Seung give that here! You’re not supposed to see it yet!”, you were frantically trying to reach the item.

“What is this y/n”, he says while holding it out of your reach.

“It’s a bracelet that I made for you…”

“Why didn’t you give it to me sooner?”

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it. I was thinking of just throwing it away.”

“Are you kidding? I love it!”, he puts it on as quickly as possible and picks you up, forgetting that he’s on ice, he tries to spin but ends up falling.

Que the automatic laughter, after he made sure you were okay of course.

And just like that all your worries about that bracelet vanished, and you never saw him take it off.

Jeong In

His bracelet is blue and really light pink, with some cream colors mixed in.

You were both out groceries shopping.

He was pushing the cart around and you were picking out what y’all needed.

You had the bracelet in your pocket. You made it about a month back, but had yet to give it to him cause you knew he’d tease you for it.

One of your love languages though is gift giving, so here you are.

He was helping you reach up to grab an item that was just out of your reach. He had to do that a lot because that always put the items you needed to high for you.

You didn’t realize that the bracelet was slowly inching out of your pocket.

So when you reached to grab your favorite box of cereal, he saw it.

“He what’s that?”

“What’s what?”, you huff out as you struggle to reach the cereal box.

“That thing in your pocket.”

You deadpanned.

Uh oh

He saw it

He wasn’t supposed to

Before you could stop him he pulled it from your pocket.

“This is gorgeous! Is it for me?”

“Yeah…”

“Aw I knew you loved me! My little y/n is so obsessed with me she couldn’t resist making me a bracelet.”, he says as he slides it on.

“Oh shut up Jeong In.”

“Ouch, what happened to my nickname.”

He teased you all day after that, but it was worth it. You could tell he loved that bracelet and that’s all you needed.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #jisung imagines #han jisung #felix skz #lee felix #felix imagines #seungmin #seungmin skz #seungmin imagines #jeongin skz #jeongin #stray kids fluff #stray kids gifs

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slaymitchabernathy · 8 months ago

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Hands to Yourself

When Coriolanus Snow hears his girlfriend let out a tired sigh when she sits down next to him on the sofa, he can’t help but grin at himself.

Soarynn sighs as if she’s entirely and utterly exhausted.

And it makes him wonder what could possibly make her so tired?

It’s adorable really, how shopping and dining with her girlfriends manages to tucker her out within a matter of hours whereas Coriolanus spends hours upon hours holed up in his office to put bread on the table.

But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Coriolanus has worked tirelessly to ensure that the only problem Soarynn ever has, is deciding how she’s going to spend his money.

She’s dressed comfortably for a night in, wearing a matching set of pajamas, silky pants, and a silky button-up shirt. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail with some stray pieces framing her face.

She looks so effortlessly beautiful.

He wishes he could just keep her in his pocket all the time.

“What’s troubling you darling?” He asks, folding the newspaper in his hands. He got home two hours ago and they’ve spent those two hours having dinner and winding down after a long week. Tomorrow is Saturday and Soarynn got them tickets for the ballet.

Soarynn sighs and waves him off, “Nothing. I’m just tired is all.”

Coriolanus can’t help but feel a bit cheeky and as much as he denies it, he loves to tease Soarynn, to push her buttons and make her scowl.

“What did you do today to warrant this lack of energy?” He asks her, crossing one leg over the other while leaning back into the sofa cushions, “Was it the tea with Persephone, or buying a whole new outfit for the ballet tomorrow that’s truly sent you over the edge?”

If looks could kill, he’d be a dead man.

Soarynn glares over at him and pulls her knees to her chest, putting more distance between them which is something they both know he hates. Coriolanus doesn’t see any reason for them to ever be more than three inches apart. Especially when they’re alone.

“I got my period thank you very much,” she snaps, causing his smile to drop. A woman on her period is a force to be reckoned with, especially Soarynn.

Not that she gets unnecessarily snippy with him but her patience does tend to run shorter when it’s that time of the month for her. Coriolanus has learned to approach her with snacks and kisses to help the week pass by quickly.

He scoots a bit closer to her, forcing her against the arm of the couch, “So I still haven’t gotten you pregnant then?” Soarynn scowls at him and jabs his ribs with her elbow for good measure, “You’re not funny you know that right? I’m bleeding out and you’re cracking jokes.”

Coriolanus chuckles and slips an arm around her waist, his fingers slipping under her shirt and pressing against her bare skin, “You know I’m funny, and you know that I’d cut off my hand before I let you bleed out yes?”

He’s got her there. Coriolanus Snow is many things but he’s not a negligent boyfriend. Should Soarynn need something, she’ll get it within seconds. A foot rub, a back massage, some kisses or chocolates.

Soarynn doesn’t look him in the eye but he can still see the resolve, she knows he’s right. “I suppose this week is always a test of inner strength for you,” she says, “since you can’t really touch me for a week.”

Coriolanus frowns because those are words that are not technically true. He can touch Soarynn while she’s on her period, in fact, he can do everything he does to her normally if she’d only let him. He’s offered it before, going down on her or fucking her while on her period but she’s always shied away from such suggestions, claiming it would be too messy and gross.

As if he could ever find his darling girlfriend gross.

His hand slides up to cup her breast and she whimpers, she’s always so much more sensitive during this time of the month. “The offer still stands,” he whispers, his lips ghosting the shell of her ear. He enjoys how Soarynn shivers despite her claims of not wanting to be intimate during this week. She’s as bad as he is when it comes to holding back from primal urges.

Soarynn shakes her head but doesn’t pull away from the physical contact, “No, I…it’s too much, you’d think it was gross.” Coriolanus wants to point out that he’s swallowed her spit almost every day and don’t even get him started on how many times they’ve finished each other off with their mouths.

Soarynn and her cunt taste delicious as far as he’s concerned.

He kisses her neck, “You could never be gross my darling girl, not to me. And how do you know if you’ve never tried it?” He’s got her there and she knows it.

He watches her face carefully while she mulls over the possibilities and he can see her slowly giving in. “Besides, I’ve heard that an orgasm can help relieve cramps,” he adds which is really a shot in the dark.

Soarynn bites her lip and Coriolanus watches with anticipation as she finally comes to a decision, “Alright,” she murmurs, “but in the shower.”

That’s the best offer he’s ever going to get from Soarynn and he’s quick to pepper her face with kisses, smiling at her giggles and squeals, “Coryo! Coryo calm down,” she shrieks while tilting her neck to give him better access. Coriolanus latches his lips to her sensitive skin and sucks hard, leaving behind a bruise, “It’s hard to calm down when you’re usually so keen on keeping me at arm's length darling,” he mumbles, his other hand slipping under her shirt to grab her other breast.

Her reaction is instant as it always is, she’s always been so sensitive to him.

Soarynn moans and Coriolanus presses his lips against hers, groaning when she grinds her body against his. “The shower,” she mumbles against his lips, reminding him of their little promise. Coriolanus nods, his hands sliding down to squeeze her waist, “The shower,” he repeats.

He’s never been so excited to shower in his life.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus is more than smug as he looks down at his girlfriend lying next to him in bed, wrapped in soft pajamas with a blissed-out look on her face.

Fucking Soarynn on her period had been everything he expected it to be which was the exact fucking same as it is when she’s not on her period.

She had been so worried about the blood but he hardly noticed it, he was too busy fucking her to pay attention to a little bit of blood. The way she talked about it, he expected gallons and gallons of it.

But if anything she just felt a little more wet than normal which was more than fine for him.

He’d given her three orgasms before she could barely stand up anymore, then he washed her down and showered her with words of praise and loving touches. Soarynn’s always had a sensitive heart but he’s found it to be extra sensitive during this particular week. So he always makes sure to take extra good care of it.

He gently brushes his fingers through her soft blonde hair, smiling when her eyes flutter open, “Did I wear you out tonight?” He asks, all too smug and proud of himself. Soarynn squints up at him while stretching her legs, so soft and smooth, “I will neither confirm nor deny such things.”

He definitely wore her out tonight.

Coriolanus shrugs and makes himself more comfortable sitting against their headboard, “Don’t worry darling, we both know you could barely stand by the third round.”

Soarynn scoffs and rolls over to her side, her back now facing him, “Tonight just proved that you can’t even go a week,” she says, her voice muffled by the sheets.

Coriolanus quirks a curious brow, “A week without what?”

Soarynn sits up, her blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders, “A week without fucking me, or touching me for that matter.” She smirks when she sees the dumbfounded look on his face and Coriolanus tries to find anything wrong with what she just said, what’s wrong with constantly wanting to be physical with her?

“Well…well you’re just so alluring,” he says earning a laugh from Soarynn, “I can’t help myself darling you’re simply too irresistible.”

A mischievous look crawls across Soarynn’s face and Coriolanus can’t help but feel a bit nervous, Soarynn’s always been a good girl, a rule follower, but she’s got this little evil side to her that scares the shit out of him.

And it always seems to come out around this time of the month.

“Do you wanna bet on it?”

He blinks once at her question, then twice, “Bet on it,” he repeats, wondering where this version of his girlfriend has been hiding for so long. Soarynn nods, batting her eyelashes while her hand finds his thigh, sliding further and further up, “Mhm. We can see who can go longer without touching the other person, see who’s really the touchy one in this relationship.”

Maybe it’s because her hand is so close to his cock straining in his boxers or it’s the fact that Coriolanus Snow loves a challenge and loves to win but he finds himself nodding to her little proposition without a second thought.

“Alright,” he agrees, “and what does the winner get?”

He ought to know his reward for when he wins this silly little bet.

Soarynn gives him that sweet smile that has anything but good intentions behind it, “If you win then you can do whatever you want to me.”

Well, now he has to win.

His throat bobs a little but he can’t back down now, “You have yourself a deal darling.”

꧁ ꧂

꧁ Two Weeks Later ꧂

“You two are still doing that bet?”

Coriolanus nods at Festus and his question while watching Soarynn from across the room. They’re attending a company auction and Soarynn looks exquisite in her blood-red dress tonight.

“I have to win,” he says, more to himself than to Festus. It’s been a mantra constantly repeating in his head since he agreed to this stupid bet that’s slowly becoming the bane of his existence.

At first, it was easy.

Soarynn had laid out the rules plain and simple, they could kiss, but only small pecks. They could hug but not for too long, not long enough for something to start between them. They could cuddle but only when drifting off to sleep.

The second one of them made a move on the other, the bet was off and he—as she predicted—would be a sore loser.

The first week wasn’t too bad since he was used to not being as touchy as he usually was since she was still on her period. He showered her with chocolates and sweet cards, making sure she was comfortable.

This week has been harder.

Soarynn Nightingale is a very predictable creature and Coriolanus knows that the week after her period, she’s as horny as can be. She clearly didn’t plan for that when she came up with her little bet, something she thought would punish him and only him but she’s been making it very hard to keep his hands to himself.

Monday night he came home to her walking around completely naked. He nearly jumped her right then and there but he held back. He had to win.

Tuesday was especially hard in the morning when that little vixen did a fucking strip tease right before he went to work, leaving him with a hard and pressing problem.

Wednesday was when hell almost broke loose. Coriolanus had managed to make it through dinner even though Soarynn was eye fucking him from across the table the entire time. It was clear that she was just as pent up as he was, but she wanted to win too.

It was when he heard her moans coming from the bathroom that he almost called it off. He had peered through the cracked doors leading to their bathroom to find Soarynn in the bathtub, head thrown back in pleasure while she did who knows what in there.

To see his own girl getting off using something that wasn’t him went against everything Coriolanus stood for.

Soarynn deserved to feel the utmost sexual pleasure, preferably provided by him, not her fingers or the bath faucet.

Thursday proved to be difficult when he suggested that they watch a film so Soarynn decided to sit on his lap. Which was completely normal except for her ass was right on top of his growing boner and she had the audacity to act all innocent.

Tonight thankfully they were in public so she couldn’t pull any of her little stunts. “You two are crazy,” Festus says while shaking his head, “Persephone and I wouldn’t last three days.”

We barely have, Coriolanus thinks to himself. These two past weeks have been sheer torture and what scares him the most is that they have the potential to go months without touching should both of them keep this up.

And he can’t have that.

He’s going to have to take drastic measures.

“Excuse me,” he says to Festus before grabbing two glasses of champagne from the table next to them and making his way over to Soarynn who’s talking with her friends Persephone and Livia. All three women giggle as he approaches him and he can only guess why, “Oh Coryo, you’re looking so pent up, has work been extra hard this week?” Livia asks, teasing so evident in her tone.

He flashes her his best Capitol smile and nods, “Yes Livia, this week has proven to be full of challenges but thank you so much for your concern.”

He hands Soarynn a glass of champagne, noticing the smirk she’s wearing, “For you darling. Since you’ve been so parched this week.”

Her smirk slightly falters but she recovers smoothly and takes the glass from him, bringing it to her red-colored lips and taking a long sip, her eyes never breaking away from his gaze once. She finally swallows and her lips have left an imprint on the rim of the glass, “Thank you Coryo, it’s been a while since I’ve swallowed something so thick.”

Well fuck.

Coriolanus nearly chokes on his own spit all while her little friends are sniggering. Fine, fine, let them laugh, he’ll have the last laugh.

꧁ ꧂

The auction dinner is going by painfully slowly. If it weren’t for his beautiful girlfriend next to him, Coriolanus would be bored out of his mind.

Everyone is bored out of their minds while one of the owners of the company he works for drones on and on about how diligence and work ethic make a business as successful as this one. Which is all fine and dandy but Coriolanus is so fucking horny that he can barely think straight.

It doesn’t help that Soarynn is so intoxicating while she listens, mindlessly twirling her blonde hair around her finger the same way she’s got him wrapped around her other finger.

Oh fingers, he misses using his fingers on her, listening to her gasp and moan and whine and beg.

And her other hand that’s planted on his knee is not helping. He knows that she means well, that she only ever touches him there when he starts to get impatient and bounces his leg up and down until the table starts to shake.

But only a few inches above his knee is another area that would greatly appreciate her hand's attention. Too bad he can’t manspread right now and really show her what she’s missing.

The owner finally wraps this snooze fest up with a few inspiring quotes and then some, leading everyone to stand and raise their glasses. “To the future,” they all say and Coriolanus finds a completely different meaning in those words.

To a future where we can fuck every single day until we die, he thinks to himself as they all sit back down. Soarynn is oblivious to his internal battle as she begins chatting with her friends again, practically ignoring him.

Thankfully the first course is brought out so he can at least enjoy his food, but he’s still starving for something else.

“So what have you two been up to?” Persephone asks, eyeing Coriolanus and Soarynn with an amused look. Festus covers his laugh with a half-assed cough while Coriolanus scoffs and stabs at his food, “We’ve been up to absolutely nothing,” he grumbles, not caring if he sounds like he’s pouting.

Soarynn hums, taking a sip of her drink, “Yes, we’ve been on a path of self-discovery the last few weeks, haven’t we darling?”

You’re about to discover how hard I can fuck when this is all over, he thinks to himself before nodding and giving her hand a squeeze, “Yes darling, although I do love discovering you more than myself.”

Those words do enough to cause Soarynn to nearly choke on her drink and he’s the first one to offer her a napkin and a smug look on his face, “Be careful darling, heaven knows how long it’s been since you’ve choked on something you can’t swallow.”

Soarynn glares at him but Coriolanus basks in his small victory.

The last few weeks have been a battle of wits and words it seems, every jab having a double meaning that screams: ‘fuck me before I lose my mind!’

But neither of them is willing to give up victory, even if it costs a small bit of their sanity.

And it seems to be quite the entertaining experience for their friends who eagerly watch the pent-up couple go back and forth with their witty replies, “I dare say they’ve reached their limits,” Festus muses with a grin on his lips. Persephone nods, looking Coriolanus up and down, “Yes, it seems our dear Coryo finally didn’t land on top for once.”

Soarynn looks all too smug and he honestly can’t believe that his own friends are ganging up on him!

“Oh I intend to land on top,” he tells them, earning him a curious look from his girlfriend, “just you wait.”

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus runs his fingers through his curls absentmindedly while watching Soarynn get undressed.

It used to be that he would be the one undressing her after a night like tonight, but once again, his hands are tied.

So now he has to watch. Miserably at that.

She just looks so regal, so beautiful and angelic as she slips off her shoes, leaving her only in her panties and her bralette now. She throws him a smirk when she catches him watching and flips her hair over her shoulder, “Like what you see Coryo?”

He can’t help but nod. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger.

She turns to fully face him, giving Coriolanus a great view of what he’s been missing out on these past few weeks. Her toned abdomen, her full breasts, her perky little ass. He might just kill himself.

“Well you know what you have to do to get it,” she purrs, slowly walking up to him. Coriolanus can’t do anything but sit there and watch as Soarynn slowly sinks onto his lap, straddling him in the armchair.

Her hands graze his shoulders and she hums to herself, “You’re so close to giving in Coryo,” she murmurs, her breath leaving a trail of goosebumps down his neck, “just give in to me, you know you want to.”

Coriolanus can feel his resolve breaking, his mission becoming jeopardized. He can’t lose.

He quickly shoves her hands off of him and stands up, causing Soarynn to nearly slip onto the floor had he not caught her, “I think that’s enough of that darling,” he decides, clearing his throat, “we ought to take a shower and get ready for bed.”

Soarynn looks anything but pleased with his restraint. She clearly planned on him failing her little test but Coriolanus Snow loves a challenge and he’s more than happy to make this miserable for her too. Because she’s just as horny as he is.

“You’ll break,” she mumbles, shuffling to the bathroom, “and then I’ll be the winner.”

Coriolanus smirks, “Keep telling yourself that.”

꧁ ꧂

The next three days are filled with deathly glares from Soarynn and for good reason too.

He’s been working late.

Which she already hates with or without their little challenge. She’s always hated it when Coriolanus has turned up late after work but now she knows he’s doing it on purpose, doing it to rile her up and it’s working.

The first time had truly been an accident, Coriolanus ended up losing track of time on a project and got home around eight to find Soarynn perched on the sofa, arms crossed and chin turned away from him.

He apologized but he also took notes.

His absence clearly took a toll on her, so that’s how he’d win this thing.

The next few nights he did the same thing, showing up later and later until he sprung the news of a surprise work trip on her.

“You what?” She asks, her eyes wide in disbelief as they get ready for bed. Coriolanus sighs and shoots her a look, “I’m only going to be gone for two days darling, it’s business.”

Soarynn scoffs and throws her pillow onto the bed, “It’s last minute is what it is. And you know how I feel about last-minute plans.”

Petunia hops onto the bed, her tail held high and mighty while watching her humans fight, they’ve been doing a lot of that lately, fighting.

It’s all a part of his master plan.

Normally they’d come to the conclusion that it’s been a minute since they did anything intimate and the problem would be solved then and there. But they can’t solve the problem if they’ve sworn off the solution and it’s slowly making itself apparent to Soarynn who glares at him from across the bed.

“I can’t do anything about it, darling, unless you’d like to stop living this lavish lifestyle you seem so fond of,” he says, smiling at the last few words.

If Soarynn were a cat, she’d be hissing at him right now.

“You are getting on my last nerve Coriolanus Snow,” she grits out, jabbing a finger in his general direction, “but go ahead, go on your little business trip, see how it feels to wake up to an empty bed.”

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows in amusement, “But you’d also be waking up to an empty bed wouldn’t you darling? So it appears that once again, we’re evenly matched.”

They’re both at a standstill it seems but that’s fine with him, they can fix it when he gets back and she’s on her knees begging for him.

꧁ ꧂

꧁ Two Days Later꧂

The sound of Festus Creed letting out an exaggerated groan as they descend from the train causes Coriolanus to roll his eyes, “You act as if we weren’t in first class,” he says to his friend who merely shrugs, “It’s been ages since I rode on a train Coryo. Thank goodness the company paid for our tickets.”

Coriolanus nods, the company paid for everything they did on this trip, room and board, the train tickets, and of course, fine dining.

They’d only gone to District One to see a few of their factories, make sure everything and everyone was in order. They stayed in the only resort District One had, making the travel arrangements much easier.

The days flew by quickly but Coriolanus found himself missing Soarynn more and more each day. Not just her body, but her voice, her laugh, her soft blonde hair, and her dazzling gray-blue eyes.

He knows she’s missed him.

They spoke on the phone last night, briefly before began packing up and he could just hear how needy she was. There’s always been a slight tell in her voice whenever she’s gotten to the point of no return. There certain breathiness to her voice, almost as if she’s whining. Begging is a better term for it.

Coriolanus is quick to bid Festus and his other colleagues goodbye before searching for his car in front of the station. He spots it easily and is greeted by his driver who gladly takes his bags and puts them in the trunk.

Coriolanus relaxes into the leather seats of his car, checking his watch to see that everything seems to be going along schedule. He’ll get home just before eight o’clock, just like he promised to Soarynn last night.

She had sounded so goddamn needy on the phone last need, whispering and mumbling about how much she missed him. Coriolanus knew she'd break eventually, that she'd realize how much she missed him, he just needed this trip to get her to that desperate point.

Soarynn can be feisty when she wants, but she can also be so fucking needy and he's learned to love both sides of her, knowing how to play each to his advantage.

By the time his car pulled up to their apartment building, he's already thinking about all the positions he's going to put her in.

He takes his bag from the driver, thanking him before making his way into the building lobby where he's greeted by the doorman and the security officer. Both men make leaving Soarynn behind a little bit easier for Coriolanus who constantly worries for his girlfriend's safety when he's not around.

"Welcome back Mr. Snow."

Coriolanus flashes the doorman a blinding smile, "Thank you, it's good to be back."

Indeed it is.

Coriolanus taps his foot while the elevator takes him up to the top floor, humming a tune Soarynn likes to sing in the shower, something about willows and meadows. It sounds so pretty when she sings it.

He's nearly shaking with anticipation as he fishes his keys from his coat pocket, sliding them into the door, and listening to the familiar click of the lock turning.

Coriolanus quietly opens the doors, peering into the dark penthouse. It seems as if no one is home. He steps inside, closing the doors behind him before setting down his suitcase and shrugging off his coat, "Darling, I'm ho-"

He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he's attacked by a smaller body, the scent of vanilla hits his nostrils like a train and he groans when he feels Soarynn's hands on his shoulders. It's dark but he can still make out the silhouette of his girlfriend and the black lingerie she's chosen to wear tonight.

She's got this feral look in her eyes.

"I need you," she whispers, pressing her body flush against his. Coriolanus groans when she reaches down to cup his covered cock, her fingers already working their magic, "Are you giving up then? Do I win?"

Soarynn scoffs and drops her hand, looking him up and down, "You still care about this stupid bet?" Coriolanus grabs her chin with his fingers, tilting her head back to look him in the eye, "I care about winning my love, so just say the magic words and I'll fuck you until you can't walk anymore."

His words go straight to her core and he smirks when he sees Soarynn pressing her thighs together.

He can see Soarynn trying to stay strong, but she's also growing weaker as the seconds pass and he's got her right where he wants her.

Soarynn lets out a frustrated sound, so similar to the sound Petunia makes when she doesn't get her way. "Fine," she huffs, "you win Coryo."

That's all he needs to hear.

He's on her in seconds. His hands are in her hair while his lips crash onto hers. A whole month of not truly getting to touch Soarynn has been pure torture and he's ready to make up for it tenfold. Soarynn moans into the kiss while her fingers work on his button-up shirt, fumbling to get it off of him.

"Fuck me," she whispers agasint his lips, "please fuck me."

Well how can he say no to that?

Coriolanus crouches down to pick her up, smiling when she squeals and wraps her legs around his torso, her fingers carding through his golden curls while he stumbles towards the bedroom.

His palms grip her flesh, feeling how good it is to have her back in his hands once again. The lacy black thong she's wearing makes her even more enticing. Coriolanus pushes his way into their bedroom and doesn't waste a moment dropping Soarynn onto the bed. She gasps and sits up on her elbows, watching as he gets undressed. Coriolanus has never gotten naked so fast in his life.

He's kicking off his pants and ripping off his shirt, jumping on top of Soarynn the second his clothes are off. Soarynn moans into the kiss while their bodies grind against one another, making up for lost time.

"Please," she whimpers when his lips move down to her neck, "please Coryo I need you."

Normally Coriolanus would tease her, kiss up and down her body then eat her out to get her nice and wet but one swipe between her legs tells him that she's more than ready for him.

Coriolanus tugs his boxers down and flips Soarynn onto her stomach, "Ass up darling, you know what to do." Soarynn doesn't even give him any sass, she just arches her back giving him a perfect view of her barely covered cunt. "You little tease," he mumbles, slapping her ass, "made the past month so fucking difficult for me huh? Thought you could just prance around here without any consequences."

Soarynn whines, wiggling her hips side to side and Coriolanus is quick to land another slap to her ass, watching how red it turns, "Such a slut for me, even when you say you're not. Your cunt always tells me how you really feel."

Soarynn lifts her face from the mattress and shoots him a look from over her shoulder, "Just fuck me!"

Coriolanus rips her panties off in seconds, throwing them onto the floor and soaking up the gorgeous view of Soarynn's cunt. So pink and wet, and all for him. "Oh how I've missed this," he murmurs, thumbing at her entrance and listening to her whine, "Please," she begs, "please, please, please."

His girl is so polite when she's begging to be fucked like the whore she is.

Coriolanus takes his cock in his other hand, stroking it a few times until it's at its fully hardened length and he slowly pushes into her cunt, both of them moaning so loudly at the intrusion.

His eyes roll back and his knees nearly buckle when he feels her tight walls wrapped around him once again.

Heaven on earth really.

Coriolanus grabs her hips and immediately starts pounding into her, listening to the sounds she makes, the moans, the gasps, the whines, and how wet her cunt is.

"Fucking missed this," he groans, watching his cock go in and out of her cunt, watching how she takes him over and over again like she should.

Soarynn's moans echo throughout their bedroom, his name leaves her lips like a prayer, "Right there," she moans, arching her back even more, "right there Coryo, please don't stop." He'd usually oblige to her request but after a month of what she's put him through, he's in the mood for some teasing.

He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her up until her back is flush with his chest, providing him with an entirely new angle to fuck her in. Both of them moan and his other hand slides down to her lower abdomen where he can feel the smallest bulge from his cock, "You miss me?" He asks, his voice husky and deep. Soarynn opens her mouth to speak but fails to find any words, only moans.

He smirks, "Looks like you did angel, tell me, when you were touching yourself in the bathtub, was it me you thought of? Or something else?" Coriolanus fucks her at a steady yet punishing pace, his hips slamming into her again and again. "I thought of you," Soarynn gasps, her nails digging into his thighs, "thought about...about you fucking me, and fingering me."

Coriolanus tilts his head and adopts a taunting tone, "Thought about being stuck on my cock where you belong? Because you've clearly been off of it for way too long, your attitude has gotten completely out of control these past few weeks."

Soarynn whimpers when his hand presses down on her lower stomach, making her feel every thrust, "Who owns this cunt Soarynn?"

"You," she moans, her walls fluttering around him, a sign that she's about to reach her first orgasm, "you own it."

He nods, pleased to see she hasn't forgotten, "Good girl, now cum for me, be my good girl, and cum for me Soarynn." It only takes a few more seconds until she's falling apart on his cock, her cum making it that much easier for him to fuck her. Coriolanus doesn't slow down at all, in fact, he picks up the pace, going harder and faster. "I take it you want more than one round?" He muses, letting go of her hair and pushing her back onto the bed.

Soarynn gasps and her hands claw at the sheets, the pleasure already overwhelming her after only one orgasm, "Yes please."

Perfect, he was planning on fucking her either way.

Coriolanus can feel himself reaching his first orgasm and he doesn't hold back when he finally does, coating her walls with his cum, and watching it drip down from her cunt, "You look so perfect like this," he tells her, "dumb on my cock, just taking it like you should. Do you like it, angel? Do you like being stuck on my cock like the little slut you are?"

Soarynn's always gone weak in the knees at dirty talk and tonight is no exception. "Yes," she moans, "yes I love it, love being stuck on your cock." She's such a good girl for him.

He just hopes she's ready for at least five more rounds.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn is so beautiful.

Coriolanus watches her sleep, her face pressed against his bare chest, her naked body somewhat covered by their bedsheets while he drags his hand up and down her side, feeling how warm her skin is.

Her breathing is slow and measured, a stark comparison to how it was half an hour ago when they finally stopped fucking. She's going to be so sore tomorrow.

Soarynn mumbles something when he stops stroking her side and he chuckles, "So needy and demanding." Soarynn cracks an eye open, looking up at him, "You love it though," she says, her voice half slurred from sleep. Coriolanus nods, resuming his duty of stroking her side, "That I do."

They still have to clean up, shower, and get dressed, and he has to unpack his suitcase that they left in the hallway. But he wanted to let Soarynn rest, aftercare is just as important as everything else to him. The first few times they had sex she was so emotional after, shedding a few tears while whimpering that she never wanted him to leave her.

Funny how that girl later suggested that they start a little bet to see who could go longer without fucking the other person.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Soarynn shakes her head, nuzzling further into his chest, "I ate before you got home."

He hums, absentmindedly drumming his fingers against her skin, "I wasn't too rough with you, right? Nothing hurts?" Soarynn smiles and her hand reaches up to cup his face, her eyes still closed, "You could never hurt me Coryo."

Well isn't she just the sweetest little thing?

He presses a soft kiss to the palm of her hand and sighs, "That doesn't mean accidents can't happen my darling, so I need you to tell me if I ever do something to hurt you or that makes you uncomfortable, okay?"

Coriolanus knows one thing for certain, he'd never forgive himself if he hurt Soarynn during sex. Never.

Sure he likes to be rough and at times, degrading, but aggressive and hurtful is just unacceptable. He can't imagine ever wanting to hurt Soarynn on purpose, to see her looking at him fearfully. He'd rather die.

"Okay," she whispers, her body relaxing once again meaning she's about to fall asleep.

"Why don't we shower hmm? Then you can go to sleep."

This isn't what she wants to hear but Coriolanus is desperate to shower the day off of him, with or without Soarynn at this point. "I suppose," she says with a yawn, slowly stretching out before sitting up. She looks so gorgeous like this, with tangled hair, skin covered in love bites, and that hazy look in her eyes that she always has after they have sex.

"How was your trip by the way?"

Coriolanus shrugs, flexing his shoulders, "Quite dull, but that's to be expected from District factories. I missed you though." Her face softens and she doesn't hesitate to crawl back on top of him straddling him and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. Both of them move in sync, his hand wrapping around her waist while her hand rests on the back of his neck, "I missed you too," she whispers, her teeth gently tugging on his bottom lip, "I've missed you a lot lately."

Boy does he understand that. Even though they've been together this whole month, the bet has made it feel as if they've been oceans apart. Not touching your significant other can do wonders to the brain.

"Then lets never be apart again," he says, earning him a soft giggle from Soarynn who kisses him back so sweetly. "Okay," she agrees, "no more bets."

Music to his ears.

Coriolanus much prefers a relationship where he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself.

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