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when over ten million soldiers (mostly teenagers and men in their early 20s) and at least as many civilians were being blown to pieces and their twitching, bloody bodies were being carried off the battlefield over a muddy morass made up mostly of dead men and horses
how many of them d'you think thought "hey, this sucks, but it's going to make a SICK lawn ornament"?
Don't think for a second, I'd forgotten about Poppy Watch.
Displays like these are outright disrespectful, and there's a whole new industry around producing these appalling silhouette cutouts that didn't exist when I was growing up.
#armistice day#remembrance day#poppy culture#like honestly at this point FUCK remembrance day and all its trappings#i say this as an (amateur) ww1 historian who has spent a lot of time with the personal experiences of people who died in the war#waving a fucking union flag over your bedazzled poppies#while calling a return to the same imperial expansionism which left europe (and most of its colonies and territories) destroyed#âlest we forgetâ forget WHAT? how we âbeat the boschâ? how we all had stiff upper lips and good british character while scarring the world?#how the (white obviously what do you mean there were hundreds of thousands of black and brown soldiers) tommy beat the hun?#how the spitfire is really cool and we love a good tommy-gun?#god. i've been doing so well at NOT getting steamed about this this year#and yet here we are#âlest we forgetâ. you did fucking forget. or rather you never cared to know in the first place.#the centennial should have sparked reflection but instead it just sparked a whole new era of tawdry militarism#meanwhile the poppies are a british legion thing and the british legion proudly slaps haig tartans all over its shop#you know. haig. the guy whose pigheaded britain first bollocks saw a MILLION people die to gain a few yards#here's what i want#i want everyone who has this kind of display to sit down and watch battle of the somme (1916). it's british propaganda! you love that!#and then i want them to be reminded that 1/3 of the people smiling and joking around in that film were dead before it was shown#i want them to look every one of those kids in the eye and be told their names and who they were - the germans and the french too!#i want them to realise that the people who died weren't fucking heroes or symbols of a glorious past. just scared human beings.#and then#after all that#i want them to fuck the hell off#the ONLY use of remembrance 105 years after the fact is to try and cling to the idea that it isn't too late to FUCKING DO BETTER.#but if your response to any of it is to slap more nationalism and jingoism on top of a shadow of a memory of Glorious Death#then with all my heart: fuck you
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RON WEASLEY GUYS
The best most canon divergent my brain has been but please guys hear me out i
Okay so we all know the things that Harry, Ron and Hermione had to do to get to the sorcererâs stone in the first book. Devils Snare, the key, the riddle and Wizarding Chess. We know that the Chess set was the work of Professor Mcgonagall, and assuming the protections were meant to work that means that Mcgonagall would have to have been an incredible chess player. Not above average, like GrandMaster level player. Given this when Ron beats McGonagall she is taken aback. Only 3 other people have beaten her, Albus, Severus and Tom Riddle. She takes to playing chess with Ron in the nights following in the common room (Ron doesnât sleep at all until Harry wakes up and is back in the dorm). She has not beaten him. At the end of year feast when Dumbledore awards him points for the âbest chess game Hogwarts have ever seenâ the Slytherins and Ravenclaws are utterly ill. Throughout the rest of his Hogwarts career Ron is challenged by more and more students to play chess, Theo Nott, loses to him and the Slytherin students begin to look at him differently. Half of the Ravenclaws in their year watch in awe as he swiftly beats Parma. It continues like this through his time at Hogwarts, he has never lost. The Slytherin students begin to see his cunning mins, right after he beats Pucey, who is infamous for thinking 20 steps ahead. When Ron beats Marietta Edgecombe the Ravenclaws begin to follow him, they watch nearly all of his matches and take notes, completely ignoring the 5 pave paper due tomorrow. After Ron has beaten all of the students Snape (who has been listening to the whispers in the Slytherin common room) challenges him. The whole school watches with bated breath. It is well known that Snape has only ever lost to two people: Dumbledore and Voldemort. McGonagall promises him 15 Knuts if he wins, she canât contain the shame any longer.
The ensuing chess match takes place over the span of several days, Snape is frequently writing late notes for the students who wish to see it. Other teachers are arriving to their respective classes late. Every time the game is paused Dumbledore casts the anti-tampering ward. This continues for nearly a week, Ron wins. Snape has never respected a Gryffindor more in his life (he is doubly harsh on him in potions, you beat one of the best players in the nation and you mean to tell me your potion is still bubbling??[Ron knows that Snape is seeing him, he just smiles and tweets for a few minutes before a perfect potion is bottled{Snape keeps them in his personal store]}) Eventually Ron is set to play Dumbledore, he is utterly terrified. Soon enough the match is the talk of Wizards across the nation, the Weasley family are all overjoyed for him, win or lose. The game begins and reporters from the Daily Prophet are there, Ron almost cracks, almost In the end after a week and a half Dumbledoreâs eyes twinkle, with renewed vigor as he forfeits. Word gets out to Voldemort- he immediately tries to recruit Ron as a Death Eater. Every time Ron rejects him Voldemort sends an increasingly expensive and rare gift. Eventually Ron says if Voldemort vows to not hurt Harry that he will play him in chess, just once. The winner decides their own boon. The world is watching with baited breath as the best chess player and one of the most calculating minds in a century take the stage.The game lasts fornearly 2 weeks, a peace settles over the UK that has not been since Voldemort rose in that grave. The two declare a tie. No body wins, but Voldemort does realize that the war has become far too brutish.
#harry potter#hogwarts#slytherin#ron weasley#tom riddle#albus dumbledore#ron is a chess grandmaster#severus snape#smart ron#please guys ik its soooo canon divergent but ugh i just ugh#not cannon compliant#fuck the canon#chess#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#wizarding world
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DAD AND DOLLARS -p.js-
pairingâ dad!jay x money struggling fem!reader
synopsis: The hot rich dad next door needs a babysitter? Sign you up.
genre: smut minors do not interact, dilf au, slight age gap (jay is in mid 20s while reader is in early 20s), p with plot, p with feelings
wc: 12.9k
-all warnings below cut-
warnings: slight jealously, profanity, kissing, alcohol consumption
smut warnings: unprotected sex (just donât that), p in v, praising, dirty talk, oral (fem rec.), fingering, squirting, breeding kink, creampies, usage of nicknames (doll, good girl, sir)
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You looked dead center at your laptop to see the ridiculous total number summed up. Over thousands of dollars of student debt is yet to be paid off and youâre not even halfway done.
You closed your computer shut because if it was out of sight it was out of mind, at least for the time being. You sighed, rubbing your temple hoping to soothe the ache forming but the sudden loud beeping of a truck backing up disrupted your train of thought.
The annoying blaring sound only worsened your headache that it felt like it was going to explode any second. Your eye twitched, you were already running on 2 hours of sleep, you hoped to at least get some sleep in before working until late in the night.
Standing up from your table, you walked over to the small window that allowed just enough space to see outside but your eyes narrowed seeing someoneâs back quite literally blocking your view. You quietly mumbled under your breath before wacking open your door.
You currently were in no mood to deal with any solisticing today.
âLook-â You began but quickly stopped when you see the scene before you, a manâa hot man at that, not much older than you or at least you assumed carrying a little girl who resembles him
His hair perfectly combed back showing off his forehead and neatly done undercut with his sharp jawline that looks like it could quite literally cut you in half, a nose bridge all tall and mighty as he wore a simplistic nude pink button up that managed to make your knees weak.
Not a lot of people canât pull that color off but he sure as hell can.
What stood out to you the most was the jewelry that shone in the sunlight blinding you. Just from the mere pieces of jewelry alone, you could practically feel the success flowing through and out of him.
The jewelry the little girl wore outcompeted each and every single one you could ever own. And yet, that wasnât enough to make you peel your eyes away. You hadnât realized how long youâve been staring until the said little girl pointed it out.
Embarrassed, you finally looked away and the mysterious man cleared his throat. âAh, if you'll excuse my daughterâ
Wait what. Daughter?!
You held yourself back from dropping your jaw. Even though you were assuming he wasnât much older than you, he already has a daughter, a young one at that and youâre over here stressing over student debt. What stressful time you must be having.
âWeâve been up since this morning moving in, so she is a little antsy. Please do forgive us for disrupting youâ
Anyone would be if theyâve been up since morning to mo- Wait Moving in?
It mustâve shown on your face because the male in front of you lightly chuckled but it wasnât like the usual chuckles that you hear from other guys. It was rather deeper, more mellow and rumbled out of him and it twisted your insides out.
âWeâve just moved in next doorâ He adjusted his daughter into one arm hoisting her up with ease while his free hand extended a hand to shake with yours, âPleasure to meet you, Iâm Park Jongseongâ
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Another exhausting day, another terrible pay.
Youâre genuinely wondering how youâre going to manage to just make it by this upcoming month without falling into a hole and never coming out of it.
Your current job isnât nearly enough to cover all your expenses in the slightest but thereâs such a shortage of job opportunities that youâre stuck there until some miracle falls into your lap and presents you with all the answers to your prayers.
Rubbing your shoulders, you twist your head side to side to feel the crack of your neck relieving you from the tension in it but thatâs when you hear the deep faint voice thatâs been taunting your mind ever since youâve heard it.
Before you could even prepare yourself or more like jam your keys into the lock to rush in before getting caught you hear the small greeting for you, âHi miss!â You nervously gulp before turning around replacing your mumbled breath with a sweet smile towards the little girl holding her dadâs index finger with her small hand
âWell hi there!â You cheerily returned her greet with a fast wave, your eyes remained trained on her not daring to look up to her father hoping there would be no interaction between but the universe was not in your favor today
âComing back after a long day?â His voice filled your mind again and you held back a nervous smile not trusting yourself to speak only left you to nod at his words
Your eyes rose higher until you caught him and he gave a tight smile and you swore your heart mightâve exploded right then and there. It was something so simple yet it had your mind reeling.
You awkwardly touched your neck making it seem like it was sore when in reality you were making sure you still had a pulse.
âSay goodbye honey, sheâs had a long day at work. Iâm sure she needs some restâ Jay softly spoke to his daughter who looked up to your shaky eyes and raised her hand to wave goodbye to you
Your heart melted as you happily waved goodbye to her.
Too caught up in the moment, you seemed to have forgotten the very man you were successfully ignoring for those few seconds his daughter had your attention, âMake sure to rest wellâ
Before you could register the words, they were already walking past you in hushed whispers. Your mouth hung open trying to figure out a response that didnât embarrass you.
âThank you Jongseong. Same to youâ You opted to say through the few second turmoil and when he turned around hearing your voice, itâs corny to admit but it was like slow motion
Everything seemed to be forgotten about as you were solely focused on him. The earrings that hung from his ears, his folded up sleeves exposing his forearm and watch until you saw his beautiful smile. A warm genuine smile.
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âWoah- Hold on. You mean to tell me that good looking man I saw on my way here was your neighbor?!â Your friend shrieked once you broke the news to her
Supposed to be an important study session for your upcoming exam somehow turned into a 3 hour talking session, laptops and papers discarded.
You groan at your friend's words, hate having to be reminded that he was indeed your neighbor. So close yet so far from you.
âHe dresses so damn good, looks like he has a lot ofâ Your friend rubbed her fingers together with raised eyebrows making you roll your eyes, âPlus I saw him with his little sister, heâs such a good brotherâ
âThatâs his daughterâ You unconsciously said and you didnât realize until you took notice of the silence from your friend who stared at you like she had just seen a ghost
âYou mean to tell me that was his daughter with him..?â You nodded your head and your friend nearly fell off of her chair at the sudden revelation, âHoly shit⌠Youâre living next door to a dilf!â Your friend screech as she stumbled in her seat over to you
You jumped when she clasped your hands into hers, hopeful eyes staring directly into you with a certain mischievous gleam you knew far too well.
âSo when are you getting on that?â Your friend raised an eyebrow and you shot her a confused look
âGetting on what?â
Your friend had to take a minute or so to just look at you in amusement but not in a good way.
âYou mean to tell me you havenât even thought about getting together with him ever since you saw him?!â
You yanked your hands away before lightly pushing her away shaking your head. âHeâs either married or at least seeing someoneâ You said trying to make it believable for yourself more than for herâbut you always noticed the lack of band on his ring finger every time you saw him or any sign of anyone else living with him besides his daughter
âI didnât see any ring on his fingerâ Your friend shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to the side
So he must be seeing someone. Because thereâs no way that he is single and roaming the streets just like that.
You quickly went to grab your discarded laptop to move on from the topic. This was enough talking for today about your undeniably hot neighbor who just so happened to be a dad.
Your friend suddenly slammed your laptop shut. âWhat are you doing?â You asked but saw her finger pointed directly towards you
âNo bigger question is what are you doingâ Emphasizing the you in her sentence
You stared at her dumbfounded, making her groan in annoyance.
âWhen was the last time you went on a date?â You opened your mouth to respond, âI mean an actual dateâ You closed your mouth right up
âExactly! Itâs been so long since youâve been treated, why not indulge in this nonsense just a littleâ She squished her thumb and index finger together showing basically no space in between them
âIn case you forgot, Iâm a broke student trying to get by till the end of this month. I donât have ti-â
âYeah yeah I know. You donât have time. You donât have the money. You donât have new or fancy clothesâ Your friend cited the same excuses youâve given to excuse yourself from anything thrown your way, âBut donât let it stop you this time. I have a good feeling about this oneâ She softly hummed with a soft smile hoping you take her words truthfully
âHeâs most definitely seeing someoneâ You softly muttered
âAnd if heâs not?â
The question made you think. Even if there was the slimmest chance that he was in fact single and was not seeing anyone, why would he look your way? You donât have much to offer.
âHeâs a dadâ You reminded but her soft smile dropped into something more menacing
âWell thatâs just the cherry on top, no?â
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âWhat would I do with you?â Your friend chimed, wrapping your sweater over her, it was well past midnight and you finally concluded your study session after all this time and you couldnât wait to fall asleep
âYouâd be walking yourself out in the freezing coldâ She chuckled at your response knowing it was the truth but she happily skipped ahead but stopped in her tracks raising and hand up to stop you
Before you could ask anything, she pulled your arm to where she is and thatâs where you see Jay. His little girl fast asleep in his arms, her puffy cheeks squishing against his broad shoulder as he carefully closed the door shut wanting to make as minimal noise as possible.
He locked the car and stuffed his keys into his trench coat and right when he turned he caught sight of you and your friend looking, he furrowed his eyebrows immediately noticing how you werenât wearing a sweater even though you were clearly cold from the shiver you let out.
Instantly you gave a quick smile to him not sure why he furrowed his eyebrows towards you but he kindly returned your smile with his own before walking past you and your friend still making sure his daughter was still fast asleep.
As he walked past you caught a whiff of his musk cologne and you wholeheartedly wanted to delve straight into it. It made your head woozy, it wasnât strong enough that it was overbearing but it was strong just enough that made sure his presence was embroidered into your mind even when he was long gone.
âOhâ You heard your friend murmur and you turned to look at her dazed expression staring at where he once stood at the side of his car, âYou actually got a double D living next doorâ
âDouble what?â Pure confusion written over your face and she rolled her eyes as if it was the most known thing in the whole wide world
âHello, a double D! A father who has money. Dad and dollars!â
Youâve just had a revelation.
âYou my friend have a hot and rich double D living next door to youâ
âYouâre unbearableâ You scoffed but you gasped when she lightly hit you
âThatâs youâ
âBut I am being so serious right now, you better get on that man before I doâ Before you could retaliate her sentence you heard faint shuffling coming towards your direction and to your surprise, you turned to see Jay coming back minus his daughter
âOhâ He stopped in his tracks seeing you and your friend, âYouâre still here?â It easily could be mistaken as a harsh slap to the face but his tone was soft and gentle that there was nothing to it besides true curiosity
You opened your mouth praying that something coherent would come out but your friend knew better than to trust you and let you figure it out on your own. Especially when he was right there.
âShe was just being such a kind friend and walking me outâ Your friend softly patted your back and you mentally cursed at how cold her hands were against your thin covered back
âWhat about you? Coming out again?â Your friend tilted her head and you had to hold yourself back from dragging her away
âHave to bring the grocery upâ Jay lightly waved the car keys before unlocking his car as the trunk slowly opened
âWe can help you!â Your friend suddenly chimed in and you felt all color drain from your face, you just werenât sure if it was from the cold finally getting to your numb face or how he stops walking and turns around
âYou want to help?â He raised an eyebrow and your friend eagerly nodded and threaded closer to him, when his eyes moved from her onto you wanting to see if you were coming along you remained frozen in place
All the time you were merely in his presence, your body shut down on you as you became just a hollow vessel. He expected a responseâany response from you but when he was received with nothing his lips formed a thin line and nodded his head.
âW-wait of course sheâs going to helpâ Your friend awkwardly chuckled before walking back over to you, âIt must be the cold getting to her. Silly her for not wearing a sweaterâ
You came back to your senses when your friend smacked your arm and you winced feeling how your spiky skin was far more sensitive to touch from how long youâve been out there.
Yet, you didnât have any chance to collect yourself as she dragged you with her in front of him as she gleamed with a smile. He blinked at the sudden appearance of you in front of him while you gulped harshly trying to keep your thoughts sane.
Even up close, your eyes looked over his face, never able to settle on a single feature until you landed on the slightly chapped lips but moved your eyes up to catch his eyes. Under dim lighting he looked phenomenal.
âAlright letâs get those groceriesâ Your friend peeped
You looked away from him down to the ground before softly nodding your head. You were going to help gather some bags but you stopped when you felt a weight place around your shoulder. You looked down to see the trench coat over your body.
Turning to face Jay, he gave a gentle nod. âYou need it way more than meâ His voice rumbled throughout your mind earning the gears to shift inside you by his voice and gesture alone
His eyes examined you in his coat before softly smiling to himself at his thoughts, âNext time make sure to bundle up before going out. You can catch a cold easilyâ
The cold that was once lived in your body faded away into pure warmth and it was all thanks to your neighbor living next door.
It hadnât taken long until all the groceries were brought into his place in one trip. Your friend huffed, shaking her head as if she had run a marathon.
You softly chuckled at her state and softly padded her back to help regulate her breathing again. Underestimating her energy after hours of studying finally caught up to her.
âWho⌠Goes grocery shopping at this time?â Your friend pants
âI guess thatâll be meâ Jay chuckles earning a curious look from you which he catches, âThereâs not enough time in the day that allows me to properly shop and get everything I need, especially when Iâm with my daughterâ
âSounds like you need a babysitter-â Your friend starts but abruptly stops, you looked over to her and saw the same mischievous look on her face and it sent unease to rest in your stomach
âA babysitter would be niceâ Jay lowly sighed but waved it off, grateful to spend time with his daughter despite his busy schedule, âI just havenât had the time to properly look into thatâ
âWell look no further because I know the perfect babysitter for youâ Your eyes widen and youâre suddenly pulled forward once again and stood in the middle of Jayâs place looking like an animal caught in headlights staring right at him
âW-wa-Whâ You tried to speak but nothing came out as you tried to adjust to what your friend just offered, who she just offered which was you
âYou?â Jay sucked his teeth as he looked at you noticing how his trench engulfed your body and unconsciously you straightened out your posture, âJust for uhm precautions⌠Why would you be a good babysitter?â
The sudden light hearted demeanor from him changed instantly and you couldnât blame him. Two random girlsâone of them your neighbor who you barely speak to, was just offered to take care of your daughter just like that. Youâd be surprised if he didnât do this even if itâs late at night and heâs still yet to put the groceries away.
âI-I wonât mind looking after your daughterâ You explained as best as you can as you felt Jayâs piercing gaze on you. Adjusting his jacket over you, your eyes flickered around, âI live right next door so Iâll never be far- Plus my schedule is pretty flexible even with schoolingâ
âAnd I mean itâll benefit you in the end right? Iâll do everything I have to do to properly take care of herâ
âI'd like to help you outâ You managed to give a smile the moment you made eye contact with him which you hoped didnât creep him out, âI mean- You know to make sure you donât get burned out so quickly and have time to focus on yourself! Trust me I know how it feels and itâs not funâ You awkwardly chuckled and you could hear your friend smacking her forehead behind you
His eyes never left yours and it felt like he was able to read every thought in your head. There was a moment of silence and you wanted to lay down in a hole and never show your face again. You nibbled on your lip as you watched Jayâs hard gaze on you.
He let out a sigh nodding his head, âAlright. When can you start?â
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Running around gathering your belongings into your bag still making sure to be as quiet as possible in order to not disturb the sleeping child in your bed.
You picked up a sudden dropped shift with the expectation of receiving a higher pay for the unexpected inconvenience. You could really care less for the ungodly hour youâll have to work, money is money and you desperately need it.
And right on time, you heard the faint knock at your door and you knew it was none other than Jay picking up his daughter.
This was only your first week babysitting her, the first time awkward but easy but after the 4th day it was better than the first timeâmuch better or at least you thought it was.
At your door, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before carefully opening it to reveal Jay on the other side of it. A striking simple black suit that pierced your heart like an arrow as he adjusted his watch.
He raised his head to the sound of the door opening and gave a gentle smile making warmth spread across your chest. The silly little infatuation is driving you mad.
âHi Jongseongâ You greeted him, moving to the side just enough to welcome him in, âShe was a little more tired today. Sheâs sleeping right now, just give me a second and Iâll go get herâ
Without even being able to say a word, he watched as you disappeared. Normally, his daughter would be full of energy ready to greet him at the door when it was time to be picked up.
Keeping his lips in a straight line, he looked around your place noticing it was simple but homey. It spoke loud of who you were as a person which heâs come to realize, he doesnât know much of.
He only knew the basic things about you but nothing in depth that could make him stand out in your life. He let out a deep sigh at the thought and rubbed his nape but stopped seeing you carefully carrying his daughter.
Her head rubbing against the juncture of your neck, her small arms wrapped around you and the fondness you looked at her with when she let out a small whine when you tried to hand her over to him.
Jay isnât one to think of anything when seeing someone more specifically a woman holding his daughter but something bloomed in his chest as he watched you whispering in her ear making his daughter pull her ahead away from you to him.
He opened his mouth with a smile and extended his arms which his daughter easily slipped into from yours to his. âHi sweetheartâ He gasped as she quickly knocked her head into his chest and curled into her fatherâs embrace
You handed over her sparkly pink school bag towards Jay which contrasted his attire but you think it suited him quite well and found it more cute.
âThank you so much for looking after herâ He softly said and just hearing his soft voice made your knees want to buckle but stuck with just waving it off as nothing
His eyes looked you up and down and took notice of your clothing. Rather than the comfy clothes you wore the first time he came to pick up his daughter, you wore more formal clothing this time a jacket wrapped around you with your bag hanging off your shoulder and phone in hand.
Your phone vibrated and you looked at it to silently curse under your breath which didnât go unnoticed by him. âIs everything okay?â He asked and you forgot that he was still there for a second
You replaced your frown with a quick smile, âYeah, I just have to head out soon for my shiftâ
Jayâs eyebrows knitted together, âA shift? This late?â
âWhatever can pay the billsâ You sadly chuckled and shrugged it off not noticing how Jay stared at you perplexed, he just got off his shift and here you were going to yours
âHow are you going to get there?â
âWalking but if Iâm lucky I can catch a busâ You explained but noticing time passing by you donât think the chances are high
Jay remained silent, contemplating something as you walked them out. His daughter stirred awake when you locked your front door. You quickly apologized and tried to soothe her back to sleep but she looked between you and your dad with sleepy eyes. âWhere are you going?â Her voiced slurred with sleepiness
âI have to go workâ You softly explained but she tried to reach out to you shaking her head
She mumbles something ineligible and you softly giggled before stroking her head leveling with her whispering a soft goodbye again. Jay watched all of this unfold between his daughter and you, the same bloom in his chest forming all over again.
âI can take you thereâ Jay spoke before being able to comprehend his own thought process,
Your hand dropped to fall to your side. His eyes widened as he stared at your shocked expression
What the hell is he saying? His mouth opened and closed trying to follow up his statement but nothing came out. But his daughter seemed to understand him better than he understands himself. âYes!â Her energy suddenly boosted up at the thought of being able to spend more time with you
Jay stared at his daughter, shocked at her quick interest, he looked over to you and saw the shake of your eyes before letting out a strained laugh. âI donât want it to be an inconvenienceâ You said
âRidiculousâ He chuckled not realizing how it made the harsh thump in your heart hard to ignore, âPleaseâ His voice softer than the first time
How could you say no to him? Well easy. You couldnât.
Jayâs car reflected his personality perfectly. Nice and sleek, the black shining leatherâReal leatherânot some fake leatherette to taint his car. His daughter and your happy chatter filling the car as he follows the GPS to your job.
One could easily mistake the dynamic. Easily. His foot slowed down on the brake pedal coming to a stop in front of the shops that illuminated in bright colors, 24 hours.
â24 hours?â He softly muttered not thinking youâd pick up on it but hearing your light sigh he moved from the sign to you who had a small smile
âLike I said. Whatever pays the billsâ You said, âThank you for the ride I really do appreciate itâ Your smile growing before turning your body in the seat to reach out your hand to the little girl in the back
âDonât give your dad a hard time mhm?â You hummed which caused her to pout her lips, trying to reach other to grab your hand to keep you longer but the restraints of her car seat kept her in place
You shot Jay a different smile. Something warm and tense before stepping out of the car, waving goodbye to them before heading into your job with slack shoulders.
How couldâve he have been so naive, selfish, just so stupid. Youâve been taking care of his daughter while heâs been at work. Picking her up, cleaning up after her, making sure to give the proper meals needed all whilst welcoming her into your place easily, allowing her to sleep in your bed even holding back from taking regular scheduled hours to look after her just to end up working ungodly hours just to get money.
Money that shouldâve been in your bank account from the first hour you looked after his daughter and yet, he hadnât paid you a single dime.
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At the same time you heard the knock of the door. âRight on timeâ You said while standing up and making your way over to the door which you expected her to follow suit
You opened the door just enough, âHi Jong-â But it slammed shut in front of his face
Your jaw dropped letting out a loud gasp to see his daughterâs hand on the door, a deep frown on her face before clinging onto your leg, shaking her head. âDonât want to see himâ She huffed
Knitting your eyebrows you crouched the door peeling her off your leg to hold her arms. âNow that wasnât very nice to do but why donât you want to see him?â You softly asked but you let out strained a yelp when she launched her arms around your neck
You wrapped an arm around her, hoisting her up. âIâm going to open the door okay?â The lack of response from her made your lip tug to the side before opening the door again
Jay rubbing his creased forehead stopped. You gave an apologetic confused smile but he gave a tired smile in return almost as if he expected it. âItâs time to go back homeâ You whispered into the little girlâs ear but she let out a whine, roughly shaking her head and only held onto you tighter
Confusion written over your face as you tried to peel her off her body into Jayâs but she wouldnât budge.
Letting out a deep sigh, he ran a hand through his neat hair. The locks slotted through each crack easily, messily ruining the sleek style into something far more loose.
Awkwardly shaking your head from that thought to look at Jay. âWhy donât you come in?â You motioned him inside just like how you always did
How you welcomed him so easily when he hadnât welcomed you like that showed the constraint he held himself up to. Sighing heavily as he walked in, you closed the door behind himârocking the girl in your arms who hadnât looked at her father once.
âMake yourself comfortable Jongseongâ
âI feel like weâll be here for a whileâ
And after hours of quite literal utter silence in your place, Jayâs daughter finally fell asleep in your arms.
âSheâs asleepâ You softly whispered to Jay who immediately perked up from the chair, sleepy eyes seeing his daughter happily laying against your body, a content smile on her face while in your embrace
âOh I didnât know you were sleeping-â
âNo, it's fine. Iâm sorry I fell asleepâ Jay tried rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake himself up
âStressful day?â You softly questioned, it was a little invasive but the lack of sleep infiltrated your regular thought process that you spewed anything that came to mind
Jay stayed silent for a moment, his hands moving away from his eyes to look over to your droopy ones. You still managed to have a smile plastered on your face, especially to him.
There werenât many times he could be vulnerable, not when he has to prioritize his daughter over everything, to make money which is never an issue for him just to make sure his daughter could have anything and everything she could ever want.
A need to fill the void that no material could ever fulfill.
âJust a littleâ He deeply sighed, his back sinking into the seat again, his arm resting against the armchair
You nipped at your lip, âWant to talk about it?â Each word smaller than the last not wanting to overstep a boundary with him but it was an invisible opportunity that heâs been wanting, waiting for so long
âThatâll be niceâ
As you laid Jayâs daughter into your bed, he stayed next to you the entire time. He knelt to the ground, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, mumbling something inaudible for you to hear before stroking his cheek with a saddening gaze.
He tugged at your sheets making sure she was fully covered before turning to face you. You looked at him with complete utter fondness and he stopped his movement. His gaze remained on you for a split second longer than he wanted trying to pull back his wandering thoughts from going deeper.
Clearing his throat, he knelt up from the ground which brought you out from the haze that you were. Your eyes widened as his eyes never left yours and you quickly turned a heel, âI-I have some wine, do you drink wine? Is wine good?â You rambled
Jay stared at your figure. He let out a deep sigh which soon grew into a small smile when you turned around to face him. The light behind illuminating your figure. âWine is perfectâ
Jay sat across from you, his usually strict attire now messed up. Three unbuttoned buttons from his shirt. Sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbow, his hair out of his slicked style to a messy middle part. Legs barely spread open, his lower body pushed forward as he twirled the wine left in his glass.
âSheâs upset with me todayâ Jay sipped drops of wine out of his glass before resting it onto his lap, âI mean I donât blame her. I promised that her mom and I would take her out butâŚâ He sighed heavily
The mention of the mother made you suddenly tense. The first time you ever heard anything about her, neither did Jay or his daughter ever speak of her in your presence.
You gulped harshly, shifting on the couch. The material under your body is clinging onto your skin somehow. Itâs a normal reaction right or maybe youâre overthinking. It must be the alcohol seeping into your system already even though you hadnât taken a sip yet.
âWe both got caught up in work so we had to reschedule but I had to be the bearer of bad news and when I had to break it to her, of course she was upsetâ
âIâm actually surprised she didnât complain to you about it. She made it very known that she was upset at me and her motherâ Jay sadly chuckled to himself, his eyes trained on the wine glass
âItâs not your faultâ He quickly looked to you surprised to see the disagreement of opinion, âI mean- Thereâs some things that we canât controlâ
âEspecially when you and your wife work-â
âSheâs not my wifeâ
Defying silence surrounds you and Jay. He was quick to rebuttal the assumption and it tingles something in your gut.
âMe and her mother co-parent. We were young and reckless and everything just happened before we even realized it and now we have our precious little girlâ Jay chuckled looking up from the wine glass to look at you, a certain glint in his eyes.
âBut weâre not- Iâm not marriedâ
You couldnât look away from his eyes. They were enticing, captivating you deeper into the very thing you were holding yourself back from. Jayâs eyes never faltered from yours and you wondered how.
Trying to snap yourself from the moment to ground yourself in reality because even if he wasnât marriedâJust co-parenting, he has to be seeing someone.
âO-Oh I seeâ You said, his eyes boring straight into yours
You harshly gulped while trying to ignore the bubbling warmth of hope soaring through you. A voice deep inside your mind voicing out your deepest desires.
Feeling as if Jay could see right through you and hear these thoughts made you shift in your spot again. What if he could hear them? What if he thinks itâs strange?
Through the slimmest possible lens, what if he felt the same way.
âStill donât blame yourself for it⌠Iâm sure sheâll understand sooner or later. Maybe take her out to help somewhat ease the situation until you and uhm her mother can take her outâ You offered some advice as best as you could
Jay remained silent listening to you. His eyes finally look away from you and you let out a silent sigh of relief from the release of his hard gaze.
âTaking her outâŚâ Jayâs voice was barely above a whisper, he twirled the wine once again deep in thought
You stared at him, anticipation slipping deep into each crevice as possible in you until he spoke up again with his eyes looking back up to you, âDefinitely will have to do thatâ
There felt more to his words than the surfacing original topic of it yet, you couldnât place your finger on it.
âYou know she talks about you a lotâ You were the one to look at him in shock
âReally? I hope itâs good thi-â
âAlwaysâ He interrupted taking another sip of the alcoholic drink to slip past in his throat, âItâs always good thingsâ He smiled towards and there was the same warmth you felt whenever you with him grow 10 folds
âIâve been meaning to give this to you. Iâm sorry that itâs taken me so long please forgive meâ Jay shuffled through his discarded jacket before pulling out an envelope leaning over to slide it over to you
âWha-â His shirt fell just enough that if you dared to look longer you could see the necklace dangling and past it was his sculpted chest
You pulled your eyes to the envelope and grabbed it with shaky hands trying to hold back from showing the burning of your cheeks. Your palm clammy trying to open the envelope but slipping every time.
You continued to try opening the envelope but soon Jayâs calloused warm hands engulfed yours. You jumped at the sudden contact but not enough to pull your hands away. Looking up to him, his face is daringly close to yours.
Able to feel his breath brush against yours, you smelled the hint of wine but it made your insides churn in a rather dark way instead.
âSlow dollâ His voice slurred and fluttering, âTake it nice and slowâ
His fingers clasped over yours, guiding your movement in carefully opening the envelope. Holding your breath as he made your fingers slip into the envelope slowly slotting your fingers to grab the thin paper inside to pull out.
There was a slight shudder rumbling out of your breath causing him to slip up a smirk. Your eyes widen in pure shock as you read over the words on the paper or more like check.
A check written out to not even a hundred dollars but instead 2 thousand dollars.
âI-I- Jong-Jongseongâ
Your mouth fell slack as you tried to find any words that could form at least anything in the slightest but nothing came out. âWhen are you free?â He whispered, his nose bumped against yours, his eyes looking deep and searching in yours
Your hands fell down with his on top, âIâd like to take you outâ
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An all black outfit. The button up something you hadnât seen before. It accented his shoulders that screamed to you, his daring built back that your fingers itched to claw at. His more relaxed but styled hair with the singular falling in front.
Jay looked so good but he wasnât staying. Instead he was going out while you were staying at his place to babysit his daughter like you always do.
And yet, selfishly you shouldâve made some lie that you were busy and wouldnât be able to babysit his daughter.
But the look in his eyes swooned you and the silent hidden excitement from him landed you right on his couch with his daughter plastered against your side having to watch her dad finish getting ready.
âPlease call in case of anything. Itâs just some job party, nothing important. They always host themâ He rambled trying to diminish the past excitement he had, âActually you know what? Iâm not going anywhere, Iâll just stay with you bothâ Jay said beginning to take off his watch
âJayâ You simply said which made him stop, he looked over to you letting out a deep sigh, âGo to it. When was the last time you were able to enjoy yourself?â
Two weeks ago when I took you out is what he wouldâve said if he had the courage to.
That day two weeks ago had been the highlight of his social life that heâs had in years. Always being so focused on working and taking care of his daughter, he never paid attention to anything outside of it until you came into the picture.
He can remember it so vividly almost as if he were to be reliving it again. Your sweet smile greeting him and his daughter. âHiâ He breathlessly let out seeing you
He awkwardly fumbled with his suit as you took notice of his different style of hair different from the usual one you see him in. Instead of the usual strict sleek hair, it was loosely done, his hair moved to each side to expose his forehead slightly.
âHi miss!â You looked down to see his daughter dressed up as she crashed her body onto your body in a bear-like hug looking up to you with sparkly eyes
Letting out a heartfelt chuckle, you stroked her head before looking up to Jay with a gentle expression. Heâs never been bothered with seeing others with daughter and yet, everytime with you, he feels a twinge twist in his chest watching you and his daughter.
âDaddy give her your gift!â His daughter chirped making him flinch at the sudden spotlight on him, you tilted your head in confusion and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before straining out a laugh
He pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and your smile dropped before quickly growing into a bigger one. You nipped at your lip to hold it back anymore but it was near impossible.
âGuess the surprise is ruinedâ He softly murmur but you shook your head at his words and grabbed the bouquet
âIt caught me off guard so I think itâs a successâ You chuckled before grasping the bouquet, âTheyâre beautifulâ You admired the flowers while he only looked at you
Jay was floored. âYeah I knowâ He mumbled under his breath going unnoticed by you
âThank you Jayâ You looked up to catch him staring at you with a certain sparkle as he looked at you, he let out his own smile and if it wasn't for his daughter tugging at his hand, he wouldnât have gotten out of the daze he was in any time soon
Instinctively looking at his daughter, he gave two fingers for her to hold and she looked over to you with her hand open. Instantly you knew what she wanted and allowed her to grasp your fingers.
âLetâs head out shall we? Our reservation is soon-â
âDaddy worked hard!â His daughter chipped in cutting him off, âAlways on the phone talking to people for itâ His daughter spoke making the tips of Jayâs ears turn bright red as you stifled a laugh
âOh did he now?â You raised an eyebrow looking over to Jay who hadnât said a single thing to rebuttal the accusation, it was true, he wasnât going to deny it
He wanted everything to be perfect and by the end of it, it was indeed perfect. Jay held his sleeping daughter in his arms, your hand wrapped around his bicep able to feel the slight bulge of it as he walked you to your front door.
Jay felt accomplished. The day was filled with nothing but laughter and chatter minus the exception of sudden silence when many people mistaken them as a beautiful loving family out to dinner which always left Jay in a ringing frenzy until you snapped him out of it everytime.
He didnât know why the usage of family with you, to have you be mistaken as the mother of his daughter or as his wife left him hot and his heart pattering against his chest.
âThank you Jay for today. I had such a wonderful timeâ You smiled brightly and he was growing too accustomed to see your beautiful smile towards him
âIt was my pleasureâ He gave a tight smile as he felt sudden jitters all around, âIâm sure she enjoyed it tooâ He gestured towards his sleeping daughter
You nodded your head, a look of contemplation in your eyes before unlocking your door but right before you opened it, you quickly spun around and planted a peck on his cheek before fumbling with the door behind you.
Jay froze for a moment and just before you could slip through his fingers he strangled out a sound to stop you. You turned around, a faint dust of blush heating your cheeks as you lowered your gaze.
He gulped harshly not thinking this far ahead but knowing he had to come up with something, âI-I uhm if you want to of course- Iâd like to take you againâ He jumbled his words together until some sentence was formed
He anxiously looked at your dropped expression as you raised your head to look at him and heâll never be able to forget the chuckle you let out as you nodded your head softly biting back your smile.
The beating of his heart reminded him of what it was like to feel like a little kid having their first crush ever all over again. It never bothered him not feeling this in a long time but now being able to experience it again, it felt nice.
And yet, somehow he never managed to gain any courage to see when you were free. Excusing it to be poor scheduling with his working hours and you taking care of his daughter and schooling hours with the very few work hours you snagged just for extra pocket money even when he offered to pay triple the amount heâs been already paying youâWhich was nearly 3 thousand dollars daily.
Money is not an issue for Jay, never has been and never will be and heâs more than willing to cover all and any expenses you may have. His only issue is not nearly having enough courage to ask you again.
âDonât worry about us, you know we always have our own fun here. Go have yoursâ Your reassuring voice reminded him of reality as you smiled through a fake smile
As wonderful the idea was if Jay stayed in that exact same outfit and didnât go out for everyone to throw themselves at him. You knew it was unreasonable, these job parties are probably hosted in the first place with hopes that he shows up to at least one of them.
Ignoring the bubbling gnaw in your stomach twisting your stomach inside and out, Jay lets out a defeat sigh, clicking his watch back on and dusting off the imaginary dust off his clothes.
âSay goodbyeâ You whispered and Jayâs daughter smiled widely waving goodbye to her dad who stared at her and you in complete awe
He walked over, his hand resting on the armchair and leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead. In the process the same musk cologne filled your nose making your head dizzy and having him in closer proximity made your heart thump out of your chest.
His side profile was nothing but sheer perfection. You nibbled at your lip as you examined his features up close, always finding yourself in this very position. And yet, he was beyond reach.
Your lips tugged downwards but tried to replace it with a smile when Jay pulled away and looked over to you. His eyes boring into your wavering ones like usual, there was a split moment of hesitance. You gulped trying to ignore the patter of your heart.
Instead of saying goodbye, Jayâs breath shakily fanned yours with a staggering thing smile plastering on his face, âSee you soonâ
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He expected the party to loosen every fiber in his body but instead his emotions were only heightened ten folds. Every passing second heâs looking at his watch counting down the milliseconds waiting for what seems like a reasonable time to leave.
Sighing heavily, he shakes his head. He shouldnât have listened to you. Heâd rather spend tonight with you and his daughter watching whatever you guys put on.
Swashing the drink in hand not having taken a single sip from the moment he arrived, his arms resting against the rail as he overlooked to see everyone enjoying themselves. He let out another heavy sigh just to check his watch again.
âMr. Park you look tensedâ He looked up to see his employee leaning against the rail next to him giving him a sly smile
Being the boss he is, he dropped his sullen face to give a professional smile. âDo I?â He sucked his teeth letting out a quick stifle laugh
She giggled at his remark like it was the funniest thing ever said, âIs it perhaps about your daughter?â She tilted her head and Jay didnât like the fact she carelessly mentions his daughter
However, giving the benefit of the doubt, he assumes it must be the alcohol in her system noticing the nearly empty glass at hand.
He lets out an awkward laugh and tilts his head to the side giving no response. âOr is there stuff happening at home? Yâknow I would love to help out in anyway I can Mr. Parkâ The employee rubbed her hand up and down his arm slurring her words together
His eyes followed her movements and carefully pulled his arm away checking the time, âWill you look at that I have to get back home to my girlsâ
âYour girls?â The employee muttered to herself in confusion but she wasnât able to dwell on it anymore when Jay took away the glass with a small smile
âDonât drink anymore tonight. Make sure to rest properly and take some medicine in the morningâ Jay nodded his head and easily turned his heel walking past the other employees who all wondered where he was going but none dared to ask
It didnât take long for Jay to get back to his but on the drive home, he was in pure contemplation. His elbow resting on the open window, feeling the night breeze fanning his face as his fingers played with his lips.
He possibly couldnât. He shouldnât even be thinking about you in this light and yet every time he sees you, he feels like heâs experiencing his first crush all over again.
Jay rushed out of his car once he parked it. Standing outside his front door, his hand raised to softly knock against it. After a few seconds of waiting which felt like an eternity. The door opened with your soft voice. âJongseong?â
Right when the door was opened wide enough, Jay stepped in not forgetting to lock the door behind him. He knew his daughter was fast asleep considering the time. It was just you and him.
You stared at Jay confused at the lack of response from him but you gasped when he suddenly grasped your hands, feeling the familiar calloused feel of them scratching your skin.
He looked deeply into your eyes and you nearly felt your heart burst out of your chest. Thereâs always been an underlying feeling thatâs been infiltrating him from the moment he first met you.
A pretty, money struggling woman that he wants as his to bask away into the sunset and take care of forever.
Jayâs hand held your lower back, his other hand holding the middle of your back flushing you against his. You let out a small squeal the moment your bodies clashed. His breath fanned over yours and the very faint smell of the musk cologne caused a shiver to run up your spine.
Youâve never seen him like this. So raw with emotion, yearning eyes, a tug at his lips. âJa-Jay?- Jongseong?â You stuttered not knowing how to address him in this moment, your heart thumping out of your chest
He drew in closer, his lips closing in on yours, âCall me Jay. Call me Jongseong. You can call me whatever you wantâ
âJust call out to meâ You felt his lips grazing yours before he softly planted them against each other
Your squished hands shivered but they carefully climbed higher until they reached his sharp jaw as you pushed further into his lips. Jay let out a pleased sigh feeling the reciprocation. His hand on your mid back traveled to grasp the back of your head.
His hands turned your body, his body filling in any empty space that dared to be left behind. Your hands squeeze in between under his arms, grasping onto the behind his shoulders in a desperate need.
Your mind was reeling, not a single thought in it besides the dadâThe hot dad next door, Park Jongseong.
His tongue gilded against your lip, begging for entrance. You easily allowed him to explore your mouth. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip in a haste making your squeal.
âGoing to have to be a quiet dollâ However, he wasnât sure if he could keep up with his own words, Jay felt drunk when he was kissing you
Your lips grew swollen from how long heâs been kissing you but not once did he stop, the lack of oxygen would never stop him from kissing you.
The tips of your fingers dug deeper into his shoulder causing him to let out a loan groan at the feel. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was how badly he wants to make you his.
Jayâs arms loosened around your body enough to make his hands land on your hips to carefully guide your body deeper into his home that now always welcomes you in.
You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace. Every touch felt like fire against your skin, your arms flailed to wrap around his neck making sure not even for a second did his lip ever leave yours. Your teasing fingertips entangled in his hair.
Jay bit your lip to keep himself silent through the dizzy feeling of your tugs. The moment you reached his bedroom, the door closed shut as he quickly pushed you onto his bed, never detaching his mouth from yours.
His body slotted between your legs, as you wrapped around him. Holding him to keep him closeâdaring for him to get farther than just a few centimeters away only to drag him back in.
The feel of lightheadedness was finally catching up, through the few milliseconds that you both stopped to change positions were you able to properly breathe but it was taken away when Jay crashed his lips back onto yours.
The same repeated motions felt like an eternity that you never wanted to escape from. Jayâs hands holding your waist tightly while yours traveled playing with the back hairs loving how they run perfectly in between.
Jayâs been kissing you like a starved man who has been deprived of any sense of touch for so long which wasnât far from the truth. One final tug at your lips before the wave of air filled your lungs through a loud pant.
Gasping for air contrasted the pucker of your lips ushering more kisses. Jay let out a deep chuckle, his thumb rubbing at your sides now planting softer pecks on your lips with a side smile tugging at his lips.
âMoreâ Your voice slurred, âPleaseâ
Your breathless pleas only fueled him further. Who was he to deny your desperate pleas.
âTalk to me. What do you want, doll?â He hummed in the juncture of your neck, his mouth leaving feathering kisses in its wake
The simple nickname leads to the attempt to squish your legs together, forgetting how Jay rested in the middle. He caught your attempt and let out a chuckle.
âYou like being called doll or do you like the fact that youâre my doll? Which one is it, mhm?â An unexplainable courage taking over him that he couldnât remember why he didnât ask you out from the moment he knew what he wanted
You could feel the smirk radiating off of him and you rolled your eyes which didnât go unnoticed by him. He sucked in his teeth, his hand grabbing your chin with force to make you look at him.
âNow donât be a bratâ He tooted before letting out a smirk, âUse your big girl words, which is it?â
Already have succumbed to him and his words from the moment you saw him standing at your front door. âYour dollâ You softly said
Pleased with the words, he let go of your chin to capture your lips with his, the kiss softer than the first one. His hand gilded higher up your side. You moaned in the kiss, happy to feel his lips on yours again.
Your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him in place, âLet me spoil you dollâ He murmured, your lips grew in a smirk which he felt, his hand tightened on your waist as if in a warming
Pulling away with a heavy pant, you looked up to him with curious eyes which captivated him, âI spend a lot of money you knowâ You snapped your fingers, âJust like thatâŚâ Your voice becoming lower than the last
Jay let out a laugh, his head dropping, âWell can you waste my money as quickly as I earn it?â His head raised when he questioned you
You froze at the retaliation. You nervously gulped before letting out a shy smile. You shook your head. Jay hummed in satisfaction at the response before planting kisses at the side of your neck. âDidnât think soâ
Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in the sensation. Your body contorted with each of his feather kisses, you bit your lip loving each second of his mouth on your body.
While they moved lower and lower while his hands managed to slip under your shirt feeling your burning bare skin under his touch. You let out a louder gasp than intended when you felt his hand cup at your breast through your bra.
Your eyes shot open only to see Jay looking up to you with a gleam and smirk written all over his face. His hand dragged from under your shirt to your legs, his fingertips gliding until he reached the waist of your pants.
You let out a shaky breath, his eyes pleading for permission. You slowly nodded your head. âWhat a good girlâ He whispered the praise before dragging your pants down
The air caught in your throat but quickly noticing how he was leaving the sticky undergarment clinging to you, you stopped his hands from moving any further.
Jay immediately stopped and looked at you with worried eyes. He retracted his hands away and began to pull away but right when he was going to speak, you engulfed his hands to bring them back.
Stretching out his fingers, you looped them under to grab everything. Jay froze feeling the fabric of your underwear at his fingertips. He looked away with wide eyes to you but you gave a reassuring smile before allowing yourself to melt back into his bed.
âDonât be so shyâ You whispered loud enough for him to hear, he let out strained chuckle before nodding his head
He pulled down every piece of fabric in one motion. You unconsciously squished your legs together, âItâs okay doll. You donât have to do a single thing. Iâll take care of youâ He softly reassured as he pried open your knees to expose you to him
You closed your eyes shut while your hands fisted at his sheets. Jayâs eyes zeroed in on the glistening entrance that invited him to devour. Opening his mouth with a big breath, he went in and placed an open mouth kiss on your core.
You squealed and jumped from the contact but Jay hooked his arms under your legs before you could fully pull away from him. He groaned at the taste of your captivating arousal on his taste buds. His tongue glided over your folds lathering and mixing his saliva with your arousal.
âJong-Jayâ You breathlessly let out as one of your hands grabbed a fist full of hair, tugging at it while Jayâs mouth sucked and sucked practically all wetness from you
Jayâs groan vibrated from your core all the way to your head, infiltrating it with ease. No response to your calls of his name as he continued to lap at your pussy. Shivering with each kiss and suck, you let out a loud gasp when you felt the intrusion of his tongue teasing your gaping hole.
Jay immediately pulled away, the string of saliva connecting his mouth to your soaked smeared entrance, you nearly came to the scene.
âShhh doll, have to be quiteâ He brought a single finger over his mouth, a smirk played on his mouth seeing the fading string on his lips, his finger glided over his swollen mouth
It collected all that was left over and Jay brought the finger into his mouth, tasting the lovely essence of you. He lightly hummed before bringing his finger out and gliding it over your mouth. âOpenâ The tone stern made you listen without hesitance
Seeing how easily you opened your mouth to welcome the singular finger in without any resistance had his pants grow tighter. Your tongue swirled around his finger, your eyes never letting go with his. He smirked wildly as he pushed his finger further down your throat.
A dark cloud consumed his mind. The rationality he tried to maintain drifted further away. You tried to take as much as you could, feeling how his fingers went further down.
âLooks like you can take stuff wellâ Jay sneered, a crazed looked in his eyes before you began choking on his finger, feeling the flesh reaching the back of your throat
Pulling his finger away, your mouth closed in on it, letting it out with a pop when his finger left the warmth of your mouth. His finger now covered in your saliva, he admired it.
Looking back at you only to see the wide hopeful eyes you stared at him with a loopy smile. âBeautifulâ He whispered softly to himself before lowering his head back down
Expecting or more like anticipating the feel of his mouth again, you let out a louder gasp at the slip of his two fingers into your gaping hole. âWas just calling to be filled. I couldnât ignore itâ Jay muttered breathlessly as your walls clenched around him, âI promised to take care of you, didnât I?â
âJ-Jayâ Your hand tried to grappled with his wrist but the drag of fingers near lying slipping out just to slip back him made you stop
Knuckles deep into you, he pulled out again just to shove them back in, repeating the same motion over and over again. The squelch of your arousal and the quiet pants let out, your mind became hazy quickly, âQuiet dollâ Jay whispered
Before you could retain a sense of awareness to respond, his mouth attached to your swollen begging bundle of nerves and the first suck made you let out a loud moan.
Your hand flew to cover your mouth and with wide eyes you stared at Jay who froze. The single beautiful noise he heard made him smile against you.
He looked to see you covering your mouth, worried filling your eyes. Your chest rising and dropping. His freehand traveled up to replace your hand with his own. His thumb stroked your cheek, a sharp look in his eyes.
Maintaining a good pace, his fingers pumped into your welcoming entrance, never forgetting to curl and scissor you open. You let your moans fall into his hand, muffled more and more, the more he pressed down harder.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling the flick of his tongue on your clit as if it were the sweetest treat to ever exist. The stimulation made you shake and back arch just for him. Breathing as best as you could through your nose with each calculated and careful rub to the nerves had you fisting fisting at his hair while your legs wrapped around his head latching him onto your pussy.
âSo fucking sweetâ He murmured to your muffled moans, âGive it to me doll. Be a good girlâ He knew you were on the edge, the pulse of you around his fingers was the near indicator, sucking him more and deeper into you
âJayâ You wail in his mouth before lightly biting on his palm to keep quiet as best as you could, âJa-Jongseong!â You let out louder when suddenly a gush of release shot out of you as you came over his fingers with a tight clench that forced his fingers out of you
Jay moved his fingers over your folds encouraging more of your juices to be released as he slurped as much out of your leaking entrance as he could, not wanting a single thing to go to waste. His tongue only add more to your sensitivity as you body contorted even after it finally came to a stop, âHelping you outâ The kisses were only constant while your whines and heavy pants continued, combining together
He stopped with one final kiss before finally pulling away and releasing your mouth from his hand. Your mind trying to comprehend and come down from the new height of pleasure, you let out a loud relieved sigh with a hidden shudder of satisfaction.
Seeing his smeared cover chin and loopy smile he had on his face made your chest flutter, âYou okay there?â Jay lightly chuckled at your weak nod, âBig girl words doll. You know how to use themâ Jay rose to hover above you
âFuck me Jayâ
Jay smirked letting out a hiss âWasted no time and used such nasty wordsâ
âThink you can be quiet for me?â Jay hummed trickled down your mind straight to your pulsating hole waiting to be filled
Nodding your head quickly and covering your mouth with your own hands made Jayâs lips tug to the side in pleasure. Jay fumbled with his belt, his eyes never leaving your lingering one and managed to free himself from the restraints of his pants with a strained sigh.
Your eyes widened zeroing in on the prominent bulge that was daring to burst any second, âLet me help youâ He whispered replacing your hand with his
Titling his head to the side admiring the scene beneath him. Sprawled onto his messed up sheets that heâll have to change after this, a daze filled look in your eye and his hand lightly covering your mouth.
Jay used his freehand as best as he could to free his raging hard-on thatâs been deprived for many years. Your eyes watched his every move to see how his cock sprung against his abdomen, having your jaw drop. A very much leaking tip and small twitches at the freedom and something that was bigâvery big.
He felt the slack of your mouth and chuckled to himself feeling the pride swell his chest. âWhatâs wrong doll?â He murmured when removing his hand waiting for some type of response
Your mouth opened and closed trying to form some type of articulating thought but nothing came out. âThink you can handle all of it? Can you think of taking me all in here mhmm?â Jayâs hand rubbed over your stomach in a slow manner
âThink you can be a good girl and stay quiet while I fuck you senseless?â
You were able to feel the thumping against your chest that you feared he would be able to hear. You donât think in your wildest dreams would you be able to take someone like Jay. Yet, now in your wildest reality, youâll tryâwell more like you will.
You tugged at Jayâs forearm whilst maintaining eye contact with him. The soft tug at your bottom lip as you threaded his hand to cover your mouth. You nodded your head as your eyes looked at him with greed. âWhy donât you find out?â
To your shock, Jay softly tugged his arm away from your hold. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tapped at your leg, âTurn aroundâ
Seeming getting used to your jaw falling slack, you looked at him in shock but didnât hear an ounce of sputter in his tone. Not wanting to risk being left all hot and bothered even though you knew Jay wouldnât dare. You were not testing his patience today.
With a harsh gulp, you flipped your body over. Jayâs hands hovering over your hips before tugging them up before you could fully lay them onto his bed. Your upper body pressed into the mattress, feeling the messed up sheets sticking to the side of your face.
Your hands fisted at the sheets at the new exposure you had for him while your cheeks burned in shyness. He rubbed your hips in awe, pulling one of your cheeks to the side to get a glimpse of the arousal covered crevice. âIs this all for me doll?â
âA-All for you. Just youâ
His other hand grabbed the heft into his palm before aligning at your entrance. âRemember to keep quietâ He reminded, âTake a nice big deep breath for meâ
You followed his instructions but before you could fully respond you felt the larger intrusion of his tip to your gaping hole making you silently gasp. The stretch compared to nothing youâve ever felt before and would possibly never.
âFuckâ You breathlessly let out as Jay continued to sink himself deeper
Jay tried his best to not ram himself entirely into the delicious confinement you provided but it called for himâwhile sucking and welcoming him inside.
âS-shit taking me so goodâ He muttered as quietly as he could, âCould stay inside you foreverâ
You felt like you were being split in half just by his cock alone. Your ragged breaths followed after another trying to remember Jayâs advice and not get lost in the sensation.
You peered over your shoulder as best as you could to see how Jayâs looked to where he entered you. The sheer consecration and control made your mind stutter.
Without a warning, in a single thrust, your body jolted forward and you felt full. You gasped loudly, the sheets crumbling more under your clamped hands and body. Your lip shivered as you tried to keep your noises to a minimum.
âJ-Jayâ Your voice cracked trying to get adjusted to your walls being so stretched out by him
âItâs okay, I got youâ His reassurance filled your chest with warmth, taking a few breaths to regulate your body, you weakly nodded your head as you dug your head into the mattress to muffle yourself, âSuch a good girlâ He uttered softly tracing your back
Moving his hips once, he quickly got lost in the sense of you wrapped around him. His thrust left you nearly empty only to be filled the next second. Each precise move was calculated to each maximum pleasure possible for you. Nearly able to feel his tip already hitting deep to your g-spot, poking to your insides in a teasing manner.
Your muffled moans fueled Jay further to the edge. He gripped at your hips, his slow pace now picking up only slightly. You were taking all of him and he never felt prouder. âTaking me like such a good girl, so damn proud of youâ
Feeling like your head was submerged in water, you relished in his praise. The senses that were always on high alert whenever he was around came crumbling down and became filled with him.
âF-for youâ You blabbed against the sheets and Jay managed to hear it making him tap at your lower back as he carefully placed his body onto of yours to melt as one
Each thrust led you further into the mattress, your mouth opened leaving small moans in its wake, leaving your mind blank to only focus on the fulfillment you had inside.
Turning your head to the side, you let out whined filled pants. âTake it doll- Not a fucking soundâ Jay grunted darkly into your ear
Your mind tried to recall the words just said to you. But deeper and stronger was the desire to let Jay know how he was making you feel. Feeling you clamp around him harder and the silent pants soon became quiet moans.
âT-Too good. âm sorryâ You mewled as he continued to thrust into you, âSo good, can-canât help itâ Your body meshed as he continued
You took a loud deep breath while a whine rumbled out of your chest when he suddenly stopped his thrust, âAs much as I would love to hear youâ Jayâs sudden harsh thrust caught you off guard with a yelp, âYou need to be quietâ Each word followed by another harsh thrust that touched nearly every thing imaginable inside of you
Your broken wails were muffled by the bedding once again. Seeing the recoil of when he and you meet only fueled a carnal desire in him more. âGonna breed your sweet pussy dollâ
âYouâll be so full of meâŚWill you like that?â Jay grunts having the calculated thrust embodied your mind and body just for him
His words added to the fire that was consuming your body whole. You nodded your head roughly. âRemember what I said. Big girl wordsâ Jayâs voice lulled into your ear, âWant me to fill you up thatâll you feel it inside of you? Until itâs moving around in you with each step you take?â
The obscene noises only grew louder against his bed as you tried to form a proper sentence to please Jay. âY-yesâ You pleaded as best as you could, âPlease Ja-Jayâ
âWhatever you ask for dollâ Jay snapped his hips harsher, as you clawed at the sheets for support, âTaking me so fucking good- Bet youâll take everything I give youâ
You weakly nodded your head, âWill- F-For youâ You murmured
His thrust grew frantic and irregular, his constant grunts filled your ears. The more you clamped around him, not daring to let him go of the welcoming embrace you had around him drew him nearer his organsm.
âDoinâ so good for meâ His hand held onto your body when he felt you tightened as you let out the loudest moan of the night as you came all over his cock
Your body shivered as you entered a state of pure bliss. âTake it- Just a little more for me. Be a good girl for meâ His praises slipped passed your gaze and deep into your heart making the clench you had on Jay limit his range of motion but it was enough to have him snap and paint your pink velvet walls white of him.
A low groan slipped his mouth as he halted his thrust to properly fill you to the brim just like how he promised. He watched how you pulsed around him but none of the cum dared to fall out as you took everything he split into you.
Jayâs chest rose up and down, softly pulling out his semi hard cock out of you hearing the small hiss you let out at the sudden emptiness. Your body laid face first on his bed, your body rising and falling with each heavy pant. He smiled softly as he helped you turn your body around to face him.
There he realized his biggest mistake as he saw you masked in an afterglow. Your mouth was slack slightly opened, quiet whines fell out every now and then, your half lidded eyes staring up at him.
His eyes traveled to where he once was inside of you to see the few clumps of cum that spilled out. He cooed before quickly scooping whatever he could to sleek it over your folds before pushing it back in where he left it.
You whined loudly and slightly jolted at your sensitivity being tested when his fingers entered you again. âYou did so good for me doll... Youâre such a good girl for me. Iâm so proud of youâ Jay planted a messy peck against your cheek, âLetâs get you cleaned upâ He whispered
As he was going to remove his fingers out of you, you consciously tightened around them. You lazily shook your head unable to articulate proper sentences that wouldnât lead you back on his cock again which ultimately failed, âWant your cockâ You slurred catching Jay off guard as he let out a strained cough
âWha-What was that doll?â
âI want your cock again sirâ
Like a switch went off in his head. Jayâs demeanor changed. Never knowing the single usage of sir could alter his mind forever. Instantly needing to give you moreâmore than anything you could ever ask for, wanting to spoil you rotten until you grow sick and tired of him.
He needs to fill you up until you possibly couldnât hold any more of his cum in you. Softly prying your legs open, he aligned himself at your entrance again gaining your attention at how he easily complied to your request. âNo need to ask me twice dollâ
. Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý
The faint bristle of wind coming in through the slightly ajared window, the direct sunlight shining through caused Jayâs face to flinch before groggily opening his eyes with a low groan.
Normally, his daughter jumps on his bed to wake him from dreamless sleep during the weekends. Yet, it was different this time. He managed to wake up on his own to no ruckus but instead a peaceful morning.
Attempting to stretch out his limbs to release some of the tension and drowsiness from it, he stops when he hears the muffled grumbles and faint sound of crinkling sheets. Tilting his head to the side, there he saw you and his daughter basked in the sunlight right next to him.
His daughter coddled in between while you laid against his numb arm, both sound asleep. He fondly smiled to himself before placing soft kisses on each of your foreheads, careful to not stir either of you awake. This was all he could have ever dreamed of.
âMy beautiful girlsâ
ââ
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diet pepsi | n.jm
âlosing all my innocence in the back seatâ
đnow playing: diet pepsi by addison rae
⯠summary: Jeno has one rule â his little sister is not allowed at street races. Jaemin knows this, and still, he canât help but feel a thrill when he spots you sneaking out to watch him race. That is, until he sees you with another guy, and suddenly, heâs all in favor of Jenoâs rule. And heâs pretty sure that rule also means he should intervene and give you a ride home.
⯠pairings: jaemin x virgin fem!reader
⯠genre: brotherâs best friend, smut, racing!au
⯠words: 5.6k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, arguing, jealously, pet names, car sex, unprotected sex (donât do this!), oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, bit of angst, âdaddyâ mentioned once but not in a kink way?, jaemin is lowkey a dramatic asshole in the first half, mention of marking, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just a jealous brotherâs best friend trope because it eats every time
Jaeminâs blood runs cold when he sees youâwait, what are you even doing here?
Heâs never been so tense in the driverâs seat before. Heâs usually all calm and controlled, razor-focused on the track, with only one thing on his mind: winning. And heâs pretty damn good at it. But today, he canât seem to focus. Not with youâJenoâs little sisterâstanding right there on the sidelines, sticking out like a beacon in a crowd of rowdy onlookers.
So out of place, timid and awkward. Normally, heâd find it cute if he wasnât so pissed that youâre even here. You donât belong among his reckless racer friends, the ones with wandering eyes; and the girls with short skirts, heavy perfume, and sharp eyeliner.
Heâs never been this distracted at the starting line before, never found anything particularly interesting to gaze at through his freshly cleaned windshield. But there you are.Â
Ripped blue jeans clinging to every curve that heâs spent years thinking aboutâtoo many nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining how his fingers would mold and print into the soft flesh of your skin. And those cherry-red lipsâthey make pride swell in his chest, a small thrill from knowing heâs the only racer here with a red car. Itâs probably just a coincidence, but Jaemin lets the possessive part of his mind take over, because he wants nothing more than to see that red smeared around your cheeks as he kisses youâwants it to stain him like a claim.
God, whatâs he even thinking?
Youâre his best friendâs little sister. Off-limits.
Speaking of which, why are you here? Jenoâs not racing tonight, and heâd kill you if he found out. Actually, Jeno would kill him, even though Jaemin had no idea youâd even show up. Jeno hated you being at the races on a good day, let alone when he wasnât here to keep an eye on things.
And maybe thatâs why, for the first time, Jaeminâs gaze drifts to his side mirror as he speeds off. Because Jenoâs not here to watch over youâso he has to. Yeah, thatâs it. Itâs for Jenoâs sake. Definitely not because heâs worried about you. And definitely not because he likes the way your cherry-red lips part in a cheerâa cheer he likes to imagine is all for him.
Whoâs he kidding? Jaemin loves knowing youâre here, watching him race. Honestly, itâs the biggest rush heâs ever feltâthe purest shot of adrenalineâand heâs never pushed this hard on the track. But right now, he only wants to win for you.
And he does, slamming on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt the second he crosses the finish line. A few friends clap him on the back as he gets out of his car, congratulating him, but he doesnât care about them. He only wants youâto hear you say he did great, to see that proud look in your eyes. He wants you to beg him not to yell at you for sneaking in tonight⌠or worse, promise he wonât tell Jeno.
Except, Jaeminâs not so sure he can negotiate on the âno yellingâ part of that deal. Not when he spots you in the crowd, looking up at Jisung. Jisung, whoâs got your attention on him instead of his win. Jisung, whoâs making you laughâand Jaemin knows heâs not that funny. Jisung, whoâs handing you a can of Diet Pepsiâand youâre just taking it, smiling at him with those red lips, lips that donât belong to him.Â
Jaemin knows Jisung doesnât have a bad bone in his bodyâChrist, the guy wouldnât hurt a fly, and heâs one of his racer friends. Still, he doesnât like the way you lean in when you laugh or how youâre looking up at him with pretty eyelashes fluttering. It makes something stir in him, something sharp and possessive. Without thinking, he storms over, snatching the damn can from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.
You gasp, the sound almost too soft, "Woah, Jaemâ"
"What are you doing here, Y/N?
You stumble back, heart skipping in your chest. Heâs looking at you like heâs about to devour you whole. Gaze locked with yours, primal and urgent, scanning you with a heat that makes your breath hitch, throat going suddenly dry. You came here to see himâno one else. But the way his eyes are on you now...you donât know whether telling him that would be a good idea.Â
You swallow hard, feeling small beneath the weight of his stare. âIâuh, IâIâm just⌠here to watch,â you mumble. "I didnât think itâd be a big deal..."
Jaemin doesnât respond right away, his eyes narrowing as they flick over you, then over to Jisung, then back to you. "Alone?" he finally asks. "You just showed up here by yourself?"
âWell yeahâI didnât think anyone would mind..."
"Jenoâs gonna fucking kill you when he hears about this," he mutters exhaling sharply, the tension in his jaw is visible as he crosses his arms. "You know he doesnât like you being here.â His eyes flicker to Jisung for a moment before they shift back to you, a little colder. "And Iâm sure heâll be thrilled to know youâre accepting drinks from other racers, huh?â
Your brow furrows, a tinge of annoyance creeping in. "Itâs just a can of Diet Pepsi, itâs notâ"
Jaemin cuts you off. "It doesnât matter what it is," he snaps. "What matters is that youâre here, without telling anyone where you were going. Without Jeno knowing." He shakes his head in disbelief.Â
You scoff. "Iâm an adult, Jaemin. Jenoâs not my keeper, and neither are youâ"
Jaeminâs jaw tightens, and something flickers in his eyesâsomething dark. But just as quickly as it appears, itâs gone. "Thatâs not the point, Y/N," he growls, his voice lowering. "The point is youâre here, at a street race, by yourself. You think thatâs smart? You think thatâs safe?" He takes a step closer. "What if something happened to you?"Â
"Iâm fine, Jaemin. I can take care of myself, okay?" Your voice cracks, frustration spilling out, but the sound doesnât make Jaemin soften like it usually would.
He steps even closer, towering over you, his presence dominating, and you can feel his breath on your face, hot and quick. âThisâthis shitâ" he gestures around to the crowd, the cars, the racers that surround you both, "this is not safe for you. You shouldnât be here."
Your hands curl into fists at your sides, jaw set as you refuse to back down. "Why? You and Jeno come here every other weekend?â Whatâs the big deal?"Â
"The big deal, Y/N, is that you're a pretty girl, surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes who'd love nothing more than to corrupt a sweet little thing like you."
Your breath catches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as his words hit you like a punch. You blink, trying to process, but the anger in his eyes is enough to make your pulse quicken. Jaemin must realize what heâs said because there's a brief moment of hesitation. He clears his throat, trying to regain control.
"And you never told anyone," he tries to add, his voice a little less steady now, "And you're letting random guys buy you drinksâ"
"I already told you. It was just a Diet Pepsi, Jaemin. Youâre blowing this way out of proportion!" You cut him off.Â
You donât even know what youâre arguing about anymoreâ and youâre pretty sure he doesnât eitherâitâs like heâs mad for the sake of being mad, the two of you going around in circles.
And frankly, you're tired of it. This wasnât how tonight was supposed to go. Youâve always had a thing for Jaemin, and now was supposed to be your chanceâyour shot to make him see you as more than just Jenoâs little sister. You knew heâd be distracted with the race, but you thought if you showed up, maybe heâd finally notice you, really see you. But instead, heâs making it perfectly clear that youâll never be anything more than that girl he feels the need to protect.
âStop treating me like a child, Jaemin,â you sigh. âIâm not some fragile little girl who needs you to babysit her."Â
You turn on your heel, ready to walk away from him, but before you can take more than a few steps, Jaeminâs hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
"No. Weâre not done talking."
He steps forward again, grip on your limbs tight but not painful, and before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs pulling you toward the exit, the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement is far too loud in the heavy silence thatâs settled.Â
"Jaemin, wait!" You tug against him, stumbling slightly, trying to free your wrist from his grasp. "Iâm not going anywhere with you. I told you, I donât need you babysitting meâ"
"Iâm not asking." His voice is low and final. "Youâre going home, and youâre going with me."
"Let go of me!" You hiss, still trying to yank free, but he just tightens his grip, pulling you with him as if youâre a ragdoll.
Jaemin finally stops, turning to face you, his eyes sharp with frustration. He growls at your protesting, stepping into your personal space. "Iâm taking you home, Y/N. Donât argue with me."
You stare up at him, chest heaving with anger and something elseâsomething you donât want to admit to yourself. "Youâre insufferable," you mutter, but itâs weak.Â
You know youâre defeated. Thereâs no point in fighting him anymore. His presence is suffocating, overwhelming, and every fibre of your body knows heâs not going to let this go until heâs got you back home. You have no choice but to comply really. And you groan whilst slipping into the passenger seat of his car, imagining the story heâs going to muster up for your brother.Â
Jaemin gets into the driverâs seat, his body tense and irritated, and you almost feel bad that he canât celebrate his winâalmost. He places the can of Diet Pepsi in the cup holder, the soft clink of the can echoing through the car. Then, without breaking his focus, his gaze flicks to you, his voice low and commanding.
âSeatbelt.â
You huff, rolling your eyes as you slide it on. âYes, daddy.âÂ
The moment the words leave your mouth, Jaeminâs jaw tightens, the muscle flexing under his skin. His eyes darken for a split second, a dangerous glint flashing, something that makes your pulse stutter for just a moment. His fingers curl around the steering wheel, gripping it a little tighter than necessary as he tries to compose himself.
He clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat, nostrils flaring. âDonât push your luck, Y/N.â
You sink into your seat with a sigh. The silence in the car hangs as he drives, thick with awkwardness and annoyance. Your throat still feels dry from the argument, and before you can even think about it, you reach for the can. The cold metal soothes your fingertips. But the second your lips brush against the rim, you can feel Jaeminâs eyes on youâhot, intense, and focused.
You can feel him watch your every move, and as you pull the drink away from your lips, his eyes narrow in on the red stain your lipstick left on the silver rim. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, jaw tightening with it, his gaze flickering between your lips and the can in your hand. Without warning, he snatches it from your fingers, one hand still on the wheel, eyes focused and full.
Then, Jaemin presses his own lips against the spot where yours just were, right over the mark you left. Sipping the drink slowly â savouring it.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you ask, voice a little breathless, startled.
Jaeminâs eyes widen, and for a split second, his grip tightens on the can before he abruptly pulls it away from his mouth, tossing it into the cup holder without a second glance. His brows furrow as he tries to make sense of his own actions, as if heâs suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look. His mind is reelingâover a simple lipstick mark on the rim of a can. Something so innocent, yet itâs driving him crazy.
He clears his throat, trying to regain an ounce of composure, but his voice cracks slightly. "I was, uh..." He hesitates, biting back a sharp breath, his eyes flickering to the road before snapping back to you. "Just making sure it wasnât spikedâŚ?"
It sounds weak, even to his own ears, and he knows youâre not buying it. The way your lips part tells him everything. You narrow your eyes at him, a little too sharp for comfort.Â
âSpiked?â You glance at the cup holder, where the can now sits innocently. âHow would you even know from the taste, Jaemin? Not to mention Jisung gave me this, that boy wouldnât hurt a fly.â
Jaemin knows that. Still, he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair as the frustration builds in his chest. His entire excuse is a mess, just like the thoughts spinning in his head.
"Look, letâs call it precautionary, okay?" His voice is clipped and thereâs a tightness to it. "Donât make it a big deal."
You lean back in the seat, a small bitter laugh escaping you. âMe making things a big deal? Oh, the irony.â
He doesnât respond or bite back or try for the final word and it makes the silence thicker. Jaeminâs grip on the wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and honestly, you donât know how long you can keep doing this.
âYou're impossible, you know that?" The words slip out before you can stop them, and your chest tightens as soon as they do. "I didn't come here for you to babysit me or make me feel like I need your protection. I came here because Iâ" You stop yourself.Â
Jaemin's head snaps to you, "Because you what?"Â
For a second, you canât speak. The words are right there, but they feel too big, too much to let out. Youâre caught between the urge to spill it all or keeping it hidden, scared to change the dynamic. But youâve been pretending for too long, playing by the rules, and now, you want to stop hiding.
âI came here because I wanted you to see me,â you say, voice barely above a whisper. âNot as Jenoâs little sister. Not as some kid. I wanted you to see me⌠as me.â
Jaemin doesnât react, not at first â well, he does, but itâs subtle. His hands go completely white around the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight you can almost hear it. Without saying a word, he pops the indicator on and pulls over, the tyres screeching slightly as he brings the car to a sudden stop.
You freeze, and a small wave of panic bubbles up inside your chest. Did you say the wrong thing? Did you make it weird? Heâs your brotherâs best friend, and now youâve crossed that weird line thatâs bound to make everything awkward. Jenoâs gonna kill you.
You swallow hard, waiting for him to snap, to tell you how messed up this whole thing is.
But he kisses you.Â
His hand on your cheek, without warning, pulling you into him, and consuming your lips with a force that steals the air from your lungs. Itâs not gentle like you expected him to be. Heâs typically always gentle with you â unless heâs mad, which right now, he is. This kiss is desperate. Hungry. And you like it because itâs the kind of kiss that makes your body forget how to breathe. The kind of kiss that tells you he doesnât see you like a kid â like Jneoâs little sister.
âYou drive me fucking insane, you know that?â Jaemin growls, nudging your noses together. His hands find your waist, to grip it. âYou walk around in those jeans clinging to your ass, with your cheeks flushed, and that fucking lipstick the same shade as my car.â
You giggle softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. âYou noticed?â
âOf course I fucking noticed,â he groans.
Jaeminâs lips trail down your jawline, each kiss slow, and teasing, and needy. The desperation in his movements is evident like heâs trying to savour every inch of your skin. The feeling is foreign to youâeach soft press of his lips sends a rush of heat through your body. The simple touches make you gasp, drawing a low, satisfied groan from him as he feels the reaction in your body.
His breath catches, lips brushing softly along the sensitive curve of your neck as he pulls you closer. His hands tighten around your waist, and the pleading in his voice intensifies, but thereâs no mistaking the hunger in it. Heâs holding back, trying to keep his composure.
âTell me this is a bad idea, Y/N,â he whispers, his lips grazing your skin with kisses. âTell me you donât want this.â
Your breath is shallow and you canât help the way your body reacts to him. The way your hands find their way into his hair, fingers threading through it as you desperately tug on it, unsure of what else to do.Â
âPlease, angel, you have to say no,â he murmurs into your neck, his voice low and desperate.Â
âDonât want to,â you whimper, shaking your head again. âWant you, Jaem. Always wanted you. Only you.â
"Fuck..." he groans, his lips trailing away from your skin to look at you.
And what a pretty sight you are. Eyes glazed with lust, pupils blown wide, dilated with something raw and needy. So innocent, so forgiving, so eager â so fucking his. Itâs enough to make him painfully hard, though he was already straining. Hearing you say you've always wanted him â and only him â had already sent a rush of heat straight to his cock.
Jaemin canât help himself. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek again, his thumb teasing the softness of your bottom lip. You gasp, and his pupils darken, fixating on the way your mouth parts, the red colour staining his thumb. Itâs everything heâs ever dreamed ofâa perfect fantasy.Â
âYouâre gonna get me in so much trouble, gorgeous.â
Heâs still hesitating, and you can feel it â you fucking hate it. Something takes over you, and without thinking, you take his thumb into your mouth, deep, sucking hard. Jaemin practically growls, his lips parting as a hiss escapes him from the sight.Â
A switch flips, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, he yanks his thumb from your mouth, kills the engine, and climbs into the backseat. His eyes are sharp as they focus on you, which tells you to follow suit. He doesnât care that on paper this is a âbad ideaâ. His cock is telling him itâs the best one heâs ever had.
Itâs clear the moment you climb into the backseat, the way his body shifts into something animalistic. You try to settle beside him, but Jaemin doesnât let that happen. He grips the hem of your shirt, yanking you down and onto his lap. The heat from his body radiates through the thin fabric of your clothes, his chest pressing hard against yours as his hands slide possessively around your waist.
His hands roam down your back and you can feel the hard press of him against your ass. It makes your pulse spike and your sweet red lips fall open for him, making him smirk with pride. His lips trail down to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs your name, low and rough.
Itâs all-consuming. Hot and desperate. Panting and breathless. Bodies moving in sync. The car heats up from your bodies softly grinding against each other. His hands are everywhere.Â
âAngel,â he growls, his voice low with restraint, âif you keep grinding on me like that, I wonât be able to stop.â
You bite your lip, keeping your rhythm steady, your hips pressing into his. âGood.â
Jaemin catches a hand around your jaw pulling you away from his lips. âIâm serious, Y/N. Are you sure you want this?â
You nod, your gaze heavy with need.
He shakes his head, âI need words, gorgeous.â
âI want this.â
Such a simple phrase shatters his restraint, unravelling him completely. With a growl, he tosses you onto the back seat, lips trailing hotly down your body until heâs between your legs. His fingertips graze the waistband of your jeans, and he leans in, voice a low whisper.
âCan I?â
You nod, but he shakes his head, his eyes dark with hunger. âSay it.â
âYes...â You breathe, the word barely escaping your lips, but itâs all he needs.
The jeans slide down your hips and ass, past your thighs, until theyâre bunched around your ankles. Jaeminâs eyes flicker down, landing on your pantiesâdarkened with dampness.
"So wet from just a little grinding?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So fucking cute."
A rush of heat floods your chest. Youâve never done this before. And suddenly, itâs all too much, too fast. His words, your own desperate need, the car, the argument... everything crashes together. Without thinking, you press your legs closed, embarrassed by your body's reaction.
Jaemin's brows furrow as he watches you closely. "You okay?"
Your cheeks burn with a blush, stuttering as you struggle to find your voice. "I-I-uh," you falter, hoping heâll say it, ask you the question. But he doesnât. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, waiting for you to say it.
"Iâve never done this before."
Jaeminâs eyes flicker with something dark before he hums lowly. âYou still want this?â
You nod, not trusting your voice.
âWords, Y/N.â
âGodâyes.â
A satisfied smirk curves on his lips. âGood,â he murmurs. âYour bodyâs a fucking work of art Iâve been dying to see, and I never want you to feel embarrassed about showing it to meâand only me, yeah?â
This time, you donât nod. You meet his gaze, voice steady as you tell him, âYes. Only you.â
He smiles, hands resting on your knees as he gently eases them apart, his gaze fixed on you, completely mesmerized. If someone had told him this was how heâd be celebrating his win tonight, heâd have laughed in disbelief.
But now, his knuckles brush over the front of your underwear, a feather-light touch that sends a spark through you. Your hips react on their own, bucking slightly as his fingertips tease your sensitive nerves through the thin damp fabric.
âYouâre so fucking wet.â
He drags his fingers to your waistband, sneaking underneath to run a soft finger up your slit, drawing a gasp from your lips. He takes that as permission to slip the pair down your legs, meeting the same fate as your jeans somewhere in his car.Â
Jaemin keeps his eyes dead set on you as his fingers work to find your clit. The moment he does, he starts working slow, taunting patterns against it, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The sensation is leg-numbing, sending waves of pleasure through youâso much better than when you do it yourself.Â
âTell me how it feels,â he demands, âI wanna know how Iâm making you feel. Tell me.â
Your mind is spinning, words slipping through your grasp, and all you can manage is a choked, incoherent moan. Itâs not enough for him. Dissatisfied, he sinks his middle finger into your pussy at your silence. You jolt at the intrusion, the feeling intense and foreign, but his eyes stay locked on you, waiting.
âTell me,â he groans, relishing in the feeling of how tight you grip around his finger.
âF-feels good,â you manage to stammer.
âYeah?â he taunts, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly picks up the pace. âWant more?â
âYesââ you nod eagerly. He wastes no time, slipping his ring finger inside to join the first, matching the rhythm, savouring the warmth encapsulating around him, and you unravel beneath him.
You watch him through half-lidded eyes, breaths shallow and quick, completely undone from the tortuous pace of his fingers. Jaeminâs expression softens as he takes you in, a quiet, satisfied coo slipping from his lips.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, âSo sweet⌠so vulnerable just for me.â
A low chuckle escapes him as he feels your walls threatening to tense, wanting to flutter around his fingers, and it sends another wave of pride through him. He shifts his eyes down, and without hesitation, takes your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow, devastating circles.
If heâs going to make you cum for the first time, itâll be on his fingers and his mouthâheâll make sure of it.
âS-so good, Jaemââ you gasp, voice trembling as his mouth and fingers work in perfect sync, pushing you closer to the edge.
He hums against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. âYeah?â he murmurs, lips still pressed to your skin. âGonna let go for me, huh? Let me feel it.â
His words, his touchâitâs all too much, and you can feel every nerve on fire as he coaxes you over the edge until youâre cumming from the steady rhythm of his fingers and the relentless, teasing laps of his tongue. You're a shuddering mess beneath him from the orgasm heâs given you.Â
He fucking loves it, looking in complete awe.
As you start to come down, muffled whines still slip from your lips, riding out the aftershocks of your release.
âWhat is it?â he prods, his voice smooth but persistent, but all you can manage is a frustrated sigh, annoyed with his stupid teasing tone. âAngel..I donât know what you want if you donât tell me.â
"All I want isâ" You gasp when he lightly brushes your sensitive clit again,"âyour cock."
A smug smirk tugs at his lips. His hand slides to rest possessively on your hip as he moves to hover above you, his gaze locking with yours.
âAre you sure?â
You nod, your lashes fluttering with need, and he takes that as permission to rid himself of his pants, his hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock. He positions himself carefully, just at the edge of your pussy.Â
Itâs not how youâd pictured your first timeâdefinitely not the romantic, cute scenario youâd always fantasized about. But one thing was certain: Jaemin was here, and thatâs all that really mattered. Though, you hadnât expected him to be this⌠big.
He picks up on the hesitation in your eyes, sensing the tension coiling tight in your chest.
With deliberate slowness, he slides his length teasingly between your drenched folds, making your breath catch as your nerves tense.
âIâll take it slow,â he pulls down to murmur against your lips.Â
You nod, your lip caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to taste the metallic tang as he presses his tip against your cunt. His other hand grips your hip, his fingers digging in as he applies pressure, holding you in place. He stays perched above you, eyes fixed on your face.Â
"Keep looking at me," he says, watching the way your face squirms. "Please."
His begging has you fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering shut, staying locked on him as you watch the way his pink lips part, the way they twitch, holding back a moan when he inches forward just enough to feel his tip slip past the threshold.
He pushes forward in a slow, savouring motion, and when he finally sinks into you completely, you stretch around him. Your brows furrow, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure. His teeth catch his lower lip, holding it there as a low, skin-tingling moan rumbles deep in his chest, his body staying still, giving you a moment to adjust.
âPlease move,â you beg, barely able to get the words out, desperation lacing your voice.
He struggles to keep his breathing steady as he watches your face, studying it for any sign of discomfort. Once heâs sure youâre fine, he begins to draw his hips back slowly, his movements deliberate and deep, wrecking you as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again.
Your eyes want to flutter shut, the bliss almost too much to keep conscious but you want to please him. Jaemin pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, and you moan into it, the sound pulling a breathless, stomach-knotting whine from him.
He increases his pace, and you cry out, your head falling back as your hips begin to meet his. One of Jaeminâs hands tightens around the side of your waist, grounding you as he drives deeper, faster, harder â greedy.Â
You move feverishly, hips bucking wildly as you try to take him deeper, craving the way his cock stretches you, hitting every nerve with overwhelming pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he gasps. "Keep looking at me. I wanna see how pretty you look when Iâm making you feel good."
You can only respond with a breathless gasp that catches in your throat as he buries himself deeper, rolling against you whilst your nails dig into the fabric on his shoulders.
His hand slips from your hip for a moment, reaching for your fingers to guide them down where your bodies are connected. His fingers curl around yours, bringing your hand to your throbbing clit. You take the hint, fingers moving instinctively to find the sensitive bundle, desperate to ease the tightness building in your abdomen.
"Not gonna last long, angel," he breathes, his voice ragged. "But I need you to feel good."
"Fuck," you whimper. Your hips begin to writhe, chasing the pleasure as every part of your body burns with need.
âSo fucking warm and wet and tight,â he groans, forehead slick with sweat.Â
Your bodies feel like theyâre burning, the car steaming up with heat, the windows fogging so thickly that you leave a handprint on the glass as you steady yourself against Jaeminâs building deliberate thrusts.Â
Heâs fucking into you with an erotic urgency, as if heâs trying to spill out every fantasy heâs ever had about you since Jeno introduced you. Itâs like heâs remembering, all at once, that heâs broken all the rulesâoff-limits, bro codeâand he doesnât care anymore. Doesnât regret it one bit. Because the feel of you on his cock is totally worth it.
Your stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods your lower half, your muscles contracting and fluttering around him. The feeling overwhelms you, and it only encourages him to slow his rhythm, to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.Â
Jaemin finally caves, moving his face to nuzzle against you. Your hands find his hair, tugging him up so you can kiss along his neck, your lipstick staining his flesh, marking him with that signature red colour.
You keep your hips rolling with his, even after the earth-shattering orgasm heâs just given you. Every cry, whimper, and moan spills from the back of your throat at the force of him, your voice chanting his name in a string of desperate mumbles. Your body convulses and shakes as you clamp around his length, and he grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coax you through it.
He snaps his hips upward, grinding his body against you to savour the feeling. His muscles begin to shudder, jolting as he gasps for air, his own orgasm hitting him hard.
Hearing and feeling him lost in so much bliss only stretches the aftershocks of your release, both of you a mess of limbs and shameless sounds. Then, you feel him still completely, his release erupting in warm spurts, filling you and making you feel full of him. Heâs everywhereâhis scent, his kisses, his cum.
Youâre left utterly spent, like a limp puddle, but Jaemin stays closely intertwined with you. You both inhale ragged breaths, neither of you daring to break apart. Youâre reduced to fluttering glances weak panting and slick skin.
Jaeminâs eyes shift toward the side window, his fingers gently combing through your hair before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
And when he finally tries to move, there's a sudden clink, and the faint sound of liquid splashing. You both glance down at the Diet Pepsi can now toppled over and spilling its contents all over the car seat. A muffled chuckle escapes Jaemin's lips as he shakes his head.
âThat stupid fucking drink,â he mutters with a grin.Â
âYou should be grateful,â you hum, âWithout it, we probably would never have fucked.â
Jaemin shakes his head and laughs, but the humour quickly fades as his expression turns serious. He leans in close again, his lips brushing yours.Â
âNot true,â he murmurs. âIâve wanted you ever since I met you. I wouldâve made a move eventually.â
âOh yeah?â You tilt your head, teasing him. âWhatâs been stopping you?â
âJeno,â Jaemin says quietly, and itâs like it hits you both at once.
Your stomach twists in knots, the mention of your brother, Jaeminâs best friend, suddenly making everything feel... wrong.Â
âWhat are we gonna tell Jeno?â
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warning: teasing, prey and predator play
A/N: this is a kofi request~
As if being mated to a kitsune wasnât hard enough, he had recently started playing tricks on you almost daily. Before you could handle the occasionally missing sock or jumpscare, but now he was practically bullying you.
When your kitsune wanted something, he always lowered his head and settled his nose on your knee, looking up through his eyelashes. Even though you were getting irritated with his mischievous behavior, you still loved the guy.
âAre you upset with me?â he asked, nosing your knee gently. âIâm just playing around⌠itâs boring being cooped up in hereâŚâ
You sighed, knowing he wasnât wrong. There had been a sudden blizzard, leaving the two of you trapped in your small cabin by the woods for the time being.
â⌠I know. Itâs just⌠it gets a bit annoying being nipped at and chased. I know you have a lot of energy, but-â
His attention was suddenly drawn away from the conversation, and he nearly leaped towards the window. There was a bird outside, and now thatâs all he could think about.
You huffed, whining at him as he bolted to the window to scratch at it, his orange tail swaying behind him.
âYouâre impossibleâŚâ
Though some would assume your mate was scatterbrained, he was actually quite clever. The tricks he played on you required him to be cunning and intelligent, and oftentimes you could never guess what he was going to do next.
Sometimes he enjoyed chasing you. He got the zoomies often, nearly bouncing off the walls as he gave chase. It was scary, yet strangely arousing to see him treat you like prey.
âLittle bunny~â
He often called you that when he was feeling mischievous. Deciding to get it over with, you rolled your eyes and walked towards the bedroom.
He was completely bare, cock erect and twitching slightly as he nearly purred at the sight of you.
âIâve missed youâŚâ
âY-you just saw me- wait, why are you naked!?â
He chuckled, crawling across the comforter, his tail swaying behind him as he reached you at the foot of the bed.
âAll these questions⌠arenât you pent up? You know, us kitsunes know a lot about the human bodyâŚâ
He ran a finger down your side, making you shiver. His claw barely scraped your sensitive skin. âMmm⌠you know, if I didnât love you so much Iâd just⌠devour you whole~â
He leaned forward to brush his sharp teeth against your neck. You could feel his cock press against your belly, the tip dripping precum. â⌠teasing meâŚâ
A smile stretched out across his face, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. âAm I? Mmm, I donât think I am. Maybe youâre just⌠a sensitive little thing. Most humans areâŚâ
He bit down on your neck, causing you let let out a yelp of pain. His tongue lapped up your blood, his eyes narrowed as he groaned. âGod⌠you make it so difficult, darling. Every woman Iâve ever met has ended up eaten by me⌠but now Iâve formed a mating bond with youâŚâ
His fox ears twitched as he purred, pulling you into his lap so his tip could rub against your clothed cunt. âPretty thing, making me so soft for you⌠oh, how excited I get when I chase youâŚâ
Suddenly, he was pinning you down, letting out a yip as you struggled and squirmed. He loved watching you struggle like a helpless bunny beneath him.
Like prey.
âThatâs itâŚâ he murmured, keeping your wrists pinned above you with one hand as the other pulled off your panties.
âKeep strugglingâŚâ
He pumped his fingers in and out of you, cooing in a teasing manner as you whined. âSomeone is being a needy little thing. You want more, hmm?â
You lip wobbled, and you lifted your hips to press into his hand, desperate for him. âPleaseâŚâ
He purred at the sight of your desperation, pushing his cock into you without warning. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving, his fluffy orange tail swaying behind him.
You could only whimper and moan, squirming beneath him.
âIsnât this what you wanted, princess? You wanted to be fucked like the helpless little prey you are, didnât you? Canât even talkâŚâ
He pressed kisses into your neck as you came around him, milking his cock. The kitsune quite enjoyed teasing you, but after planting his seed in your belly, he always became incredibly soft.
âSweet thingâŚâ he murmured, kissing at the bites he left along your neck and shoulders. âYou know Iâd never eat you, right? You may be sweet, but I prefer to enjoy your taste through⌠different meansâŚâ
To repay all the reading, he dipped his head between your legs to lap up your juices and his cum. It all mixed together, and watching him taste his own cum was pretty hot.
âââââââ
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There's supposedly over 161 million registered voters in the U.S., in 2024 (it was 168 million in 2020, apparently about 7 million people died or got taken off the registration, which might be voter suppression) a total of about 141 million votes have been counted for both Harris and Trump so far.
And there's millions more citizens who are eligible to vote but have never been registered.
Trump won the popular vote by about 5 million this time, but there's still about 20 million people on the voter rolls who evidently aren't part of the Democrat+Republican totals. Those 20 million (and, votes are still being counted, so the final total might be less, though I did round the Trump total up to 73 million and the Harris total up to 68 million, for my convenience) either didn't vote (at least for the presidency) or voted third party.
Since the electoral college is what decides who the president is, though, it does depend on where those 20 million live. And I'm doing this on my phone, and don't have the time or energy to do that statistical breakdown for every single state, how many registered voters per state vs. how many people did or didn't vote in that state.
Harris got about as many votes as Clinton in 2016, maybe a few million more, Trump got about as many votes as he got in 2020, if a little less.
A lot of the swing states that went for Trump, did have Abortion initiatives and other progressive initiatives on the ballot, many of which passed, and a few of them supposedly had local elections that went blue, even when the counties themselves still went for Trump, or the district voted for a republican for a congressional seat.
And, like, that's odd, honestly. Like, a possible explanation is that, progressive voters turned up, voted for a democratic mayor or state senator or governor or abortion rights or whatever, then left all the federal selections blank. Because while state legislatures and governors can't actually do a lot about foreign policy, they can, in fact, do things to people in their states and cities.
But for that to be true it would require a big difference between the vote totals for Trump+Harris in those states and the vote totals for those down-ballot races, and. There doesn't seem to be, at first glance? It seems like otherwise democratic voters, or voters who voted for progressive ballot initiatives. Voted for Trump anyway. And 20 million registered voters just didn't turn up.
And, to be cynical for a moment? It isn't like the Israel/Palestine conflict started on October 7th. Palestinians have suffered wrongdoing by the government of Israel since the modern state of Israel's founding, and Israel has had better weaponry and American support for a very long time and they've definitely dropped bombs before. And they've also had the illegal settlements in the West Bank for years.
And all of that was also already true in 2020, and Biden supported Israel back then too. His political stance on Israel didn't change between then and now. Biden already said he would never support Medicare for all, or single-payer healthcare, everyone knew he was moderate/conservative, right-wing, on a lot of issues. Biden in 2020 had some support from some "never Trump" Republicans who endorsed him as well.
And Biden could be associated with Obama and Obama's handlings of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, as Obama's VP. And the U.S. armed forces who actually answered to Obama were the ones doing war crimes and drone and missile strikes for that.
But it seems like Biden was able to get away with it and get 10 million more people to vote for him, very possibly, because he was a white guy. The same complaints had a harder time. Sticking.
Its not like nobody had complaints about the Biden campaign's mismanagement. His history of gaffes, the time he was in a basement and nobody saw him for weeks.
Then again, maybe Biden just got lucky that Covid happened, and Trump clearly and obviously mismanaged it. And Harris, in turn, got associated with the slow economic recovery from Covid, lead by the Biden Admin, and with all the wars in Ukraine and Israel/Palestine that Biden evidently didn't do well enough resolving.
Wars that, again, had already been happening, going back to when Putin's Russia annexed Crimea back in 2014, and, again, the very long history of the Israel-Palestine conflict. But I guess people don't care as much when it isn't in their news feeds or their social media timelines.
...Honestly. The thing that gets me about the popular vote totals is that. Trump went from 63 million in 2016, to over 74 million in 2020, and he's still at almost 73 million now.
So, yeah, there's 20 million people who didn't vote this year, aside from the millions who aren't registered, but. 10 million more people voted for him than voted for him the first time he won.
And. That's a lot scarier to me, in all honesty.
"I don't want to see anyone blaming abstaining voters for this!"
Of course you don't. The entire idea of abstaining was that you could pretend this didn't involve you. Not getting blamed was more important to you than doing any kind of damage control, more important than protecting any of the people you said you wanted to protect. And in this moment, I don't really care what you want. Of course, this isn't entirely your fault. Of course other people made this worse. But if you're going to pretend you had nothing to do with this, forgive me if I ignore you.
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⥠In Between - FC 43 âĄ
Summary: You and Franco has a nice night in, when you start to think about your guys relationship and wonder if it's time you tell him that you really like him.
WC: 2320
CW: overuse of song references, nothing really, it's quite fluffy, maybe some negative thoughts the reader has about themselves?
Itâs a Saturday night, one of the least chaotic ones now that your best friend is a driver in F1. Franco was called up to fill Logan's seat for the rest of the season which is beyond exciting and you couldnât be more proud. The only downside is that his schedule is so much more packed now that heâs getting acknowledgement from so many teams and people. All this new media coverage feels so insane. And something that doesnât help is the fact that youâve slowly been falling for Franco.
The two of you have been friends for a while. But in recent months, youâve started to see him in a different light. Youâre sure itâs just a crush but itâs been well over 2 months that youâve felt this way. Some say that crushes only last about 2 months, once youâre past that mark, youâre actually in love with the person. You hoped this crush would go away, afraid to ruin what you have with Franco. Your relationship with him is the best thatâs ever happened to you. You never want to lose him. But alas, the crush did not go away. So now youâre here.
Itâs a bit late into the evening now. Franco asked you out for lunch earlier and now the two of you are lying on his bed, watching American Pie. The two of you were lying on the bed, side by side. Franco was lying with his back against the bed's headboard while you lied next to him on your side. The safest place youâve ever known, next to him.
The two of you were halfway through the movie when he asked you a question that you didnât quite catch the first time, so you angle your head up to look at him. As soon as you locked eyes with him, Franco couldnât help but laugh. When you moved your head to look at him, your glasses had skewed on your face.
His laugh always was so contagious, it always got you laughing too. When you two had calmed your laughing fits, Franco took his hand and adjusted your glasses into the right position, before leaning forward and gently kissing your forehead.
âYouâre beautiful⌠and funny⌠And smart. Like nothing Iâve ever seen.â You turned to bury your face in your hands, trying to hide your blushing face. You love it when he talks, not just about you. About anything really, heâs your favorite yapper and you wish you could listen to him all day. Your favorite sound ever.
âHey, let me see that beautiful face again.â Franco says, grabbing your hand and moving it from your face. âHiâ he says when he can see you again. âHiâ you reply, smiling so hard. It was so hard to believe this was real, your guy's friendship. It was the type of relationship youâd always dreamed of, that sort of naive and innocent relationship that was filled with laughter and joy and⌠love? Was it too soon to use that word? Maybe considering you were just friends⌠Just. Friends.
âSo,â Franco started, pulling you out of your thoughts, âWhatâs the dream?â âThe dream?â you look at him, confusion written all over your face. âYeah, the dream. Your dream. What youâre working towards.â
You laid there for a beat, thinking about it. What was your dream? All this time, youâve just been focusing on surviving, not so much on the living.
âUm, Iâm not sure. Iâve never really thought about it. I guess I want to finish my masters degree in uni. Then after that, just⌠live, I guess.â you look up at him with a smile. âThatâs it? You donât have any other goals or anything?â - his eyebrows furrow, showing you a confused expression. You shake your head no. âYouâre kidding.â - Franco snorts in disbelief. âWell, what are yours? Your plans, goals.â You ask as you sit up against the headboard of the bed. âEm, well, I guess F1 was always a big goal, and now I have it.â he sits there for a second, thinking, twisting his lips as he does, âIâve also always wanted to have a nice house for my family.â âWhat does this house look like?â you ask. He takes a moment to think, trying to come up with an honest answer for you. âI never really thought about that to be honest. I just want something nice with enough space for my family. I think a pool in the back would be nice. A big backyard so we could have barbecues as well.â
Youâre smiling at him, admiring the person in front of you. You could find the whole meaning of life in those eyes. Youâre glad he gets you, and your dark sense of humor. And when you let him in on all your bad decisions, he made them feel less terrible the second that heâd listen.
Donât stop talking to me. Maybe stay here forever, with me.
âI think that sounds lovely.â you say. âThank you.â he replies, blushing at your words, âWhat about your house? Your dream house. Surely you have a dream house.â
You sit up straight, so ready to answer this question. You wonât lie when you say youâve always wanted to be asked about this. âI do. Um, well it would have a green kitchen. I saw a picture of one online a while ago and just became obsessed with the idea. And the bathrooms would be pink and red, I just think that would look sick. Oh! I also really want a blue hallway.â Franco gives you a confused look, âA blue hallway? For what?â âThereâs this band that I love and in one of their music videos, the band painted a wall in the house blue.â âAh. Which song is the one for the blue wall?â âItâs called True Blue. Itâs a song about the person you love and who loves you. This person knows you so well, maybe even more than you know yourself.â âInterestingâ he nods his head as he mentally writes down the name of that song so he can listen to it later. He turns his body more towards you, asking âDo you have a true blue?â âI think Iâm slowly discovering mineâ - you confess. âWhat about you? Got a true blue yourself?â He looks at you before looking down at his hands and failing to suppress a smile. âYeah, I do.â âWell, go on. Tell me about them.â you insist. âSheâs really cool.â
She? Was he talking to someone else? No, donât be like that. Maybe itâs just a friend or something? Right?
âShe is also really smart.â, he continues, âShe loves reading and not only listening to music but also creating it.â Is he talking about me? I do that. âAnd sheâs really good at that. Sheâs also the hardest working person I know. Like I mean sheâs really smart, like Einstein smart.â
You couldnât help but laugh at this. Heâs definitely exaggerating but you have to admit, youâre pretty fucking smart.
âOh, is she now? She must be one hell of a catchâ âOh trust me. She is and Iâm very lucky to have her. Sheâs also the most beautiful person Iâve ever known. Not just on the outside, thatâs an added bonus. But sheâs just incredible. And she laughs at all my jokes. And when I save the dirty ones for her, her nose crinkles. Itâs really cute actually. Her voice as well, oh my god. The best sound ever. Like when thereâs something sheâs really interested in or really passionate about, she could talk for hours. Thatâs one of my favorite things about her. That and her laugh, I wish I could bottle up the sound of her laugh and keep it with me, so I can listen to it whenever I want. Donât even get me started on how she is with my family. They all get along so amazingly, itâs so much greater than anything I could ever imagine. I think one of the selling points was my family loving her as much as I do. This girl also will drop everything for those she loves. It doesnât matter if she has work or school or anything, she will drop it just to make sure youâre okay. And she will beat anyoneâs ass if they hurt you. I think Iâm falling for her. I donât wanna look at anything else now that Iâve seen her. Now itâs like thereâs daylight. Whenever Iâm with her, everything feels okay.â âWow.â is all you can say in this moment. Was he really talking about you? Or are you wishfully thinking he is? âYeahâ, he blushes, âwowâ
You take a moment to take all that information in. Maybe he wasnât talking about you. You clearly see how amazing he is, other people are able to as well. Your mood kind of dampens from these thoughts. You really thought you two could be something. You guess you made it all up in your head, itâs just all one sided.
âWhatâs wrong?â Franco asks. âHm? What?â you respond, startled from the sudden break of silence. âWhatâs wrong? You kind of spaced out.â âOh, nothing. Was just thinking.â âAbout?â he responds, sitting up from the bed to lean a bit closer to you. âItâs really nothing. Letâs keep watching the movieâ you try to smile and lighten the mood again.
You move to raise the volume on the tv, but you feel Francoâs hand wrap around your wrist lightly. You turn back to look at Franco. He looks confused, and a bit scared?
âWait, I need to talk to you.â
Oh shit
You return to your spot on the bed, not fully relaxing as his last sentence is kind of terrifying. âYeah, of course. Whatâs up?â âI need to tell you something⌠about that girl.â âOhâ
Damn, alright. Keep bragging about how itâs not me, I guess.
âWell, I know she often thinks negatively about herself. Like she doesnât deserve that type of stuff. Like love and happiness. She also has a hard time believing that people really do care about her. But I do, I love and care about her so much. And I know sheâs afraid of letting people in, and sheâs let me in a bit, but I want more with her.â
Ok, fuck me then. Wow, leave it to Franco to absolutely break my heart, unknowingly.
âSo, what did you need from me?â âYou dumb ass, itâs you! Youâre the girl. Youâre my true blue.â he lightly laughs.
What.
âWhat.â you stare at him blankly.
What the fuck? Is he for real right now? How though?
âI like you. I want more with you! Youâre my true blue! I want you for worse or for better. I would wait for ever and ever.â - his tone is quiet as he confesses his feelings for you. You sit there silent for a moment before catching something. âBitch, did you just quote Taylor Swift?!â
He looked to the side for a minute, as if he was thinking or trying to remember something while he pursed his lips. âYeah?â he laughs, âI know you like her a lot so I listened to her a lot to try and learn some of her songs. Theyâre pretty goodâ
Iâm going down without a fight, I donât know how he does this. He makes me really nervous. What is he doing to me now?
âYou listened to her⌠just for me?â you ask, still hesitant on whether heâs being serious or just messing with you. Cause youâre still falling for him and you canât stop. This might be the thing that breaks you if it doesnât end well.
âYes. Staying up with you, despite the space between us. Iâve never felt so close to someone. You came out of the blue like a shooting star. You wait and wait for it to appear, and when it does, it illuminates its surroundings, just for a second. And that is the feeling that I want to feel forever. Everytime I get to see you, itâs like you illuminate every space you walk into.â
What if heâs my weakness?
âI- I donât know what to say. All this time, Iâve been keeping on my mind on the running away. And for the first time, Iâd consider to stay. I know I make the same mistakes a lot and I never learn. But I think I did one thing right.â you say, smiling as his starry eyes spark up this dark night.
Heâs looking at you with so much admiration in his eyes.
âI got so damn close to packing it up, then you happened. Iâll never leave out the back door and I donât plan on running away from the good things anymore.â - you continue.
The two of you just sat there in silence, staring at each other with smiles plastered on your faces. Franco is the first to break, moving closer to you, leaning close to grab the side of your face.
Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out
Youâre close enough to feel each other breathe. Just one inch closer and⌠His lips are on yours, connecting gently. Theyâre warm and soft. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies closer together. At the same time, Franco brings his other arm to wrap around your torso, grabbing the side of your waist so you donât slip away. Itâs like taking your first breath of air in years. You feel his lips on yours as butterflies erupt in your stomach.
After a few moments, you break the kiss, needing to actually take in some air. Francoâs hand is still on the side of your face, slowly he slides it down to connect your fingers with his.
âCan I be yours?â he asks, âYour forever true blue?â he asks. âForever and alwaysâ
#f1 fanfiction#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#formula one imagine#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 fic#formula 1 fanfic#franco colapinto x reader#franco colapinto x you#franco colapinto imagine#franco colapinto fanfic#franco colapinto fluff
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Vanha Kauppahalli date: en full, a 2 minute 50 second masterpiece...
Primetime Panthers | 11.6.24 (x)
#aleksander barkov#matthew tkachuk#florida panthers#2425#the global series is a gift#âalright talk to me what do we got?â with the camera following behind them makes it seems like theyre spies doing reconnaissance#the start to a thriller where they got sent to finland stake out for intelligence#maffhew not even waiting for sasha to answer before hes asks about chocolate#âthe purple one you always bringâ maffhew has been charmed by sashas leaving choco in stalls as gifts when he comes back from finland huh#you can tell he says that with depravity of a man who finally realises he doesnt need to rely on his supplier he can get it himself now#âuh oh [laughs] okay... what is this?â maffhew was not prepared for all the food to already be ready for him he just hopped off a plane and#expected to have to wait more and did not and absolutely does not trust the situation in the same way you get romantic candlelit-dinnered#and youre like alright whats all this then whats your angle what are you doing#âthis is salmon and rye bread đâ â(with the eagerness to prove hes smart and engaged) so is that đâ â(charmed) and so is that đŤąâ#âill try your favourite firstâ GURL RELAX OKAY SETTLE DOWN YOURE IN A NEW COUNTRY JUST CHILL MAN#âsalmon and rye breadâthats the famous one đ¤â [sasha nodding along because he has to reassure maffhew but also hes in the middle of eating]#maffhew choosing the most inopportune time and you can TELL sasha is like [swallows quickly] because he wants to answer but also BIG BITE#âherringâ âherrin' đ¤ ?â âeating all this her-RINGâ no notes#âis this just another salmon on rye breadâ he says with hope because he likes salmon but also disappointment (he wants to try more foods)#âdifferent salmon? smoked?â the amount of questions hes askijg because hes so terribly engaged he wants to know and sashas like [shrug]#he has to get an A+ in experiencing finland which is normal to want and possible to achieve#âi still love your country thoughâ and sasha explodes into the mirthful grin ive seen in my life like he just won the damn jackpot#he speaks at 100 mph like please take a deep breath sweetheart youre excitement is papable but PLEASE#THE WAY HE GETS SO UNSURE WHEN HE MENTIONS BARKY HATES THAT FOOD WHEN HE LIKED IT SO MUCH#MAFFHEW YOU CAN GET A PASSING GRADE IN EXPERIENCING FINLAND IF YOU STICK TO YOUR GUNS I PROMISE#SASHA HELP A GUY OUT HERE MAN THROW HIM A BONE#SASHA ONLY LAUGHS AS MAFFHEW THROWS HIMSELF INTO A TIZZY OVER THIS YOU ARE SOOOOOO#the chuckle when sasha mentions he had runebergin torttu in school... id like to know what was funny there#we call out sasha for being too lovesick and laughing at all of maffhews âjokesâ BUT HES JUST AS BAD???#âwhat the hell do i do with this thing?â MAFFHEW HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN MERENGUE IN YOUR LIFE???
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Life In Retrospect
It started, like most things in my life, with a bit of harmless indulgence. Iâd been out on the beach, metal detector in hand, just doing my thing. Call it a classic old guy hobby if you wantâI know it sounds like oneâbut thereâs something oddly satisfying about it. You spend your whole life accumulating things, working toward something, and yet, in your later years, you find yourself searching for whatâs been left behind.
Thatâs when I found it. The detector beeped, low and insistent, over something solid buried in the sand. Brushing it off, I uncovered a necklaceâa little tarnished but still striking. The pendant was shaped like a bird, wings spread wide, with an intricate design that caught the light just so. It looked old. And valuable, maybe. Not the kind of thing youâd expect to find washed up on a beach in a sleepy town like mine.
Being the curious sort, I took it home and started looking into it. Iâm no stranger to the internet, mind you. For an old guy, I know my way around a reverse image search. After a bit of digging, I finally found a match, buried in an obscure corner of the web. Turns out, this wasnât just any necklace. According to the article, it had magical propertiesâsomething about granting the deepest, most hidden wishes. But there was a catch: the wishes had to be subconscious. Wear it, the story claimed, and the wish would find you.
remember chuckling at the idea. It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. But then I paused, looking at the necklace in my hand, and wondered what exactly my subconscious would want, if it had the chance. Money? I wasnât exactly rich, but I got by just fine. Love? Iâd missed that boat, never found someone to share my life with. Fame? Ha, the idea made me laughâwhat would an old man like me even do with fame?
I didnât expect much from it, but it was an interesting enough piece, and it looked good against a sweater or tucked under a jacket, so I wore it. Weeks went by, and honestly, I forgot about it.
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One day, I found myself at the gym. It was a bit of a routine for meânot the way it used to be when I was younger, of course, but I kept at it, lifting lighter weights and trying to stay active. This wasnât just any gym, either; it had a reputation around town. People called it the âgay gymâânot officially, of course, but you could tell. The men here were fit, stylish, and, well, meticulous about their bodies in a way I could only admire from a distance. They looked like they belonged in magazines, and Iâll admit, I liked to let my eyes wander now and then.
Still, I kept to myself. At my age, I wasnât exactly in the social scene here, and Iâd long since learned to stay on the sidelines. I came, did my exercises, enjoyed the view, and went home.
But that day, for the first time, someone came up to me. His name was Mikey, and Iâd noticed him before, of course. Hard not to, really. He was exactly the kind of man I might've dreamed of being, if I ever let myself dream about that sort of thing. He was young, muscular, with a powerful, chiseled build that made his plain T-shirts look sculpted onto him. His dark hair was perfectly styled, a casual yet intentional wave falling over his forehead. And that mustacheâthick, neatly trimmed, lending him a rugged, almost classic appeal, like he couldâve stepped out of a 1970s action movie. He even wore glasses, tortoiseshell frames that gave him an unexpected touch of charm and sophistication. I'd managed to snap a few photos of him before at the gym when he wasn't looking.
Iâd seen him around for months, usually catching glimpses of him bench-pressing absurd weights or chatting with friends, his laughter deep and easy. He looked like the kind of guy who owned his confidence, who walked through life knowing that people admired him. And, hell, I was no exception. I'd spent enough stolen moments sneaking glances at those bulging arms, that thick neck, the way his shoulders seemed to strain the fabric of whatever he wore. Every time, I felt a little flutter insideâa mix of envy and something more primal, something I barely let myself think about.
So imagine my surprise when he came up to me. Even he seemed a little surprised, his brow creasing just slightly like he didnât quite know what had prompted him to approach. And then, he asked me about my necklace.
âHey, whereâd you get that necklace?â he said, eyes flicking from my face to the pendant hanging over my chest. âItâs⌠different. Kind of cool.â
I felt a little jolt of somethingâexcitement, nerves, maybe bothâat the attention. He wanted to know about my necklace? Of all things? I opened my mouth to respond, and then something strange happened. The words just⌠flowed. I started telling him all about itâhow it had been crafted in some long-ago time by hands that shaped it with care, about the artisan whoâd worked on it and how they were renowned for imbuing special powers into their pieces. I talked about the mystical properties, the magic of wishes hidden deep in oneâs subconscious, waiting to be drawn out by the wearer.
Thing is, I didnât know any of that. Not consciously. But as I spoke, it felt like I was reading from some invisible script, like the knowledge was being given to me as I said it out loud.
Mikey listened, his gaze locked onto the pendant, almost entranced. Then, he looked back up at me, that curiosity still burning in his eyes.
âWould you mind if I tried it on?â he asked, his voice a little softer, like he was almost embarrassed by the question.
Without a second thought, I nodded, slipping the necklace off and handing it over to him. He took it carefully, his fingers brushing mineâwarm, rough skin, the kind that spoke of hard work and hours in the gym. He put it on, and I swear, the thing looked like it was made for him. It hung perfectly against his chest, the bird pendant resting right in the middle of that strong, solid frame.
As I watched him, something stirred in me. I felt a warmth spreading through my body, a tingling that started low and radiated outward, like a current of energy. I caught myself glancing down, noticing with a bit of embarrassment that I was half-hard. But I couldnât help itâthe sight of him, my necklace gleaming against his chest, his broad shoulders framed by that perfectly fitted T-shirt, was⌠well, letâs just say it was doing things to me.
âActually,â I said, clearing my throat and giving him an appreciative once-over, âit suits you. Why donât you keep it?â
Mikeyâs eyebrows lifted, surprised but clearly pleased. âReally? You sure?â
âYeah,â I said, my voice a little unsteady, trying to hide the flush of heat that was working its way up my neck. âConsider it a gift.â
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That night, I felt warmer than I had in yearsâalmost feverish, but not quite. I thought maybe I was coming down with something; Iâd spent enough winters nursing colds to recognize that slight ache, the subtle throbbing behind my eyes. I drank water, tried to stay hydrated, but there was something strange about the feeling. It wasnât just heat; it was a tingling sensation that seemed to move through my limbs, settling into every muscle and joint.
I told myself it was just exhaustion. Maybe Iâd pushed myself too hard at the gym, or maybe the excitement of talking to Mikey had rattled my old bones more than I wanted to admit. Either way, I decided to call it a night, pulling the covers up and letting myself drift off to sleep.
But somewhere in the dead of night, I woke up drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around my legs. My skin felt hot, almost burning, and my heart pounded like Iâd just sprinted a mile. I lay there in the dark, trying to orient myself, but nothing felt right. My arms, stretched out beside me, felt heavier, thicker somehow. I pushed up to sit, but even that felt⌠different.
For a moment, I thought I might be having a stroke or some other senior moment, and the thought made my stomach twist. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to shake off the dizziness, to piece together where I was and what was happening.
But as I sat up and tried to get my bearings, the space around me looked foreign. Strange shadows fell across walls I didnât recognize. There was a faint streetlight glow filtering through blinds that werenât mine, casting an odd light over an unfamiliar dresser, scattered clothes, and a large mirror across the room.
Where am I?
I swung my legs out of bed, almost stumbling under my own weight. The muscles in my legs tensed and shifted in a way that felt⌠powerful, but wrong. Instinctively, I reached for the light switch, my fingers brushing over the unfamiliar nightstand before finding it. The room flooded with light, revealing more alien surroundings. Posters on the wall. Dumbbells in the corner. This wasnât my bedroom. I didnât own posters. Or dumbbells.
Disoriented, I took a few steps, bare feet touching cool, unfamiliar carpet, as I wandered toward the bathroom. I had to steady myself on the doorframeâthe sheer strength I felt in my grip, in the size of my hand, jolted through me. I flipped on the bathroom light and looked up, squinting against the sudden brightness.
And then I saw him. Mikey.
In the mirror was his face, his bodyâmuscular and tanned, dark hair tousled and falling forward slightly. I could feel my heart hammering in his broad chest, watched hisâmyâeyes go wide as I touched my face, tracing over a jawline sharper than Iâd ever had, rough stubble under my fingers.
âOh⌠my god,â I whispered, hearing Mikeyâs voice, deep and smooth, coming from my own mouth. The face in the mirror looked just as shocked as I felt, my hands gripping the edges of the sink to steady myself as I took in the sight of every inch of himâof me.
A thrill shot through me, warmth bubbling up from my stomach as I ran my hand over the expanse of hisâmyâshoulders, over the swell of the chest, down to the ridged abs, and finally feeling up his impressive package. I couldnât stop the smirk creeping onto hisâmyâface, couldnât stop the pulse of excitement thrumming through me. Holy hell. This was real. I was Mikey.
And then, with a jolt, I realized something was missing. My hand went up to my neck instinctively, searching for the familiar weight of the necklace, but my fingers brushed only bare skin. No chain. No pendant.
A part of me, somewhere deep down, was concernedâconfused and alarmed, reallyâbut right now, looking at the smirking, shirtless, muscular guy in the mirror, the overwhelming feeling was⌠arousal. Iâd never looked like this. Iâd never felt like this.
Stay Tuned For Part 2. Â
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My unpopular opinion is that i dont enjoy bards Lament. At all. It is objectively good, well performed with appropriate buildup. However, I am a child with an absentee father, and i have had similar thoughts to him before, and i used to have a friend that went down his path. I have seen and experienced every point of view. And what that was isnt justice. Its not calling people out, or making them realise how they have hurt him.
Its a very broken, depressed man who finally snaps and burns down the bridges with his friends. No, VM never asked for Scanlan's mum's name because that's not something they do. If you can list me 5 times where the team ask questions about peoples backstory [before Bards Lament] BEFORE it became relevant, then you have successfully proved me wrong. Anything revealed is either probed out of them as part of recon, or willfully offered as a piece of friendship.
[E.g: Keyleth talking about her aramente, Pike's history with Grog vs Percy's backstory being revealed after they get invited to dinner with the Briarwoods and Grog talking about his pack when its revealed his uncle has the vestige.]
And he never offered any of this information. There have been several times where VM have shown concern and actively asked how hes doing just for him to lie and shrug them off. They prank him while he was asleep because they think hes a fairly centred person who will enjoy an attempt to bring things back to normal and they were drunk.
And yes, they are mean to him sometimes, because they are a group of assholes. They never disguise themselves as anything else. Vax and Percy's friendship post-briarwoods for a good while is based in distrust and self loathing, respectively. Everyone has moments where they say mean shit to Grog [except Pike] because he cant understand it.
And the "without his songs hes just a guy" comment or however it was phrased was a tactical comment. Because he would be. He doesn't have any sort of weapon beyond Mythcarver which he refuses to use, and he doesn't have anything else he can use to support or fight. The same applies to Keyleth without her nature magic, it applies to Percy without his guns, it applies to Grog when people are out of range.
And no, I don't blame him for snapping when he woke up. I doubt taking a -4 to any rolls made would translate to a Happy Peachy character in-story. And all of his internalised misery finally coalesces in his tiredness. But what happens isn't good. It isn't progress. It is showing everyone a wound that has been tearing open over months, and then promptly storming out.
And his whole "I didn't want my daughter to see me like this." Isn't some Grand Show of how much he cares, it shows him as fucking selfish. My dad being weak is what drove him away, his insecurity stopping him from getting help from my family. That line of thinking is what makes him a sad, lonely man rotting in a flat after abandoning many families like my own.
That man in real life was strong, a brilliant teacher of martial arts. A true marvel to see and train with. He had a certain charisma to him, but he had his shortcomings. And when his partner got too close to them, he'd hold them tight to his chest and scurry away, only coming back for the drunk sex and eventually leaving entirely. Having enough distrust in his heart to claim any unwanted children to be illegitimate.
Now, Scanlan is nowhere near as bad as him, but there are similarities. And enough that I feel my word has weight when I say, if I were Kaylie, I would not want to travel with him. If he truly wanted to be closer to her and do good for her, he'd get better first. And to get better, you need people. Plural. You cannot depend on one person. And that person can absolutely not be your own fucking child. I'm not saying he should've stayed with vox machina, but he should've stayed with a group. A group of adults that could support him. And honestly I feel like so far from my watching of CR, his epilogue with kaylie is the most unrealistic character development possible. I know she's supposed to be rough and hardy, but I refuse to believe that girl would not be breaking under her father's bleeding desperation for validation. And I definitely refuse to believe that she could actually help him to the point he'd gladly leave her on another continent while he talked to the people he'd snapped at.
Anyway, fuck dickhead dads who don't get actual help. Especially fuck them when they start depending on their children for them to be a good person.
For those who do not know. Scanlan's departure from the party in the stream wasn't as... friendly. It was kind of an ugly break-up. It came from Sam wanting to do some unexpected twist with Scanlan's character and it led to a very emotional moment. That he did not feel validated, that he did not feel appreciated and that he was considered a joke by the group.
And it came down to one phrase from Scanlan to the group: "What is my mother's name?" and when nobody was able to answer the question. Scanlan left.
However, interesting little tid-bit that might help understand this change. which comes from one of the Q&A. which is no longer up because... uhm... a whole other Drama I am not here to explain.
And what Sam said in that Q&A is that there WAS one way in which Scanlan would have stayed.
And it was Pike. who wasn't there at the time (technically was as an NPC, but since Ashley wasn't there, it's the same thing), but which Sam said was the only person who could change his decision.
And what has Pike done the entire season? BE that person who supported Scanlan in his darkest moment, and who deflated the situation probably without meaning to. And so he is able to leave the party in much better terms.
A shame because the emotional rollercoaster that it involved will be missed, but hey, it's cool to see what Sam meant by saying Pike was the one person who could stop Scanlan walking out of the party like he did
#the legend of vox machina#tlovm spoilers#scanlan shorthalt#scanlan shorthalt negativity#bit of a vent#cr1#im in on ep69 of CR2 btw. i know VM return in C3 but pls dont spoil anymore than that
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ęŞŕ§ ââ REAP WHAT YOU SOW â LOVE TO LOSE ďš JJK. ⤿ starring: gojo satoru x fem!reader.
ę° heart to none  if only he knew karma would come back to bite his ass a few years later. now he misses his ex while she's moved on.
𧡠¡ love, âsu: nothing much!! just moments of him suffering
co-parenting with satoru truly isn't all butterflies. as reserved and respectful as he is (to a selected few), satoru never hesitated to taunt you whenever you mentioned going on dates.
âa date? hmm, good luck with that.â
âif it happens to kick off, good for you, but i don't want him near my child.â
âhow exciting! i hope it fails.â
those are just some examples of his behaviour. he's vocal about disliking you and the idea of sharing you. had he known beforehand he'd become slightly possessive, he would've avoided you and relationships altogether.
loving someone his mind hates but his heart longs for isn't an experience he'd wish upon his worst enemy â it's too much. the wretched feeling in his chest deepens whenever he's with the kid; scenarios of you being beside him at that very moment flashes before his eyes, but his pride's too high to crash whatever you're doing.
that doesn't stop him from texting, however. he never had an issue with doubleâtriple texting you. if he had something to say (which is never anything important), he'll say it.
satoru: hey.
satoru: did you forget you have a family at home?
satoru: my child's asleep btw, we had fun all day.
you: my* child. not yours.
satoru: so what am i, an elf on babysitting duties?
you: sure if that's what you want. now stop texting my phone.
satoru: what if i'm dying?
you: i'd pop some champagne. throw something on the grill. light up a cigarette, even.
satoru: you don't even like cigarettes.
you: exactly. now bye i'll be there for six.
yeah, there's no doubt that you'll never entertain him again. he, too, wouldn't entertain himself if he was in your position. sure, he was an ass in the relationship butâ you're both older and wiser. maybe you can put the differences aside and come together? a flat no is what you'd answer.
satoru doesn't even hear from you often; most of your activity reports come from your child who excitedly tells their father the details, wishing he was there.
âyou guys had fun. i wish i was there too, bub.â
a sentimental tone settled in his voice. he's suffering the consequences of his actions, and he desperately needs you to help him through it.
just like old times: you'd be there for him, going along with whatever he needed to calm down. whether it's wanting to be in you or on youâ as long as your arms were wrapped around him.
but it's all a memory now. a bitter one.
do you show your vulnerable side to the guys you date, too? do you hold them the way you held him? do they even know what you like? do they know you the way he knows you?
jealousy, regret, longingâ everything mixes in his mind. his stomach aches. it feels as though his insides are hollow.
he adores your child. they look mostly like him, but the personality stems from you. the attitude, tantrums, even the way they hold things â it's all you. he guesses the kid's observed you and eventually picked up your habits. satoru relates; after all, he still has some of your habits he picked up.
as the clock ticks on, his fingers hover over the keyboard on his phone. somehow, he found himself in your pinned chatâ debating whether he should text or not. he's been typing and deleting for the past ten minutes. unless you're not on the app, there's no way you didn't notice the âtyping...â under his contact name.
satoru: i've been thinking.
(message deleted)
satoru: fuck your date let's get back together.
(message deleted)
satoru: or whatever you're doing right now. let me apologize â it's been years. our baby's four now.
(message deleted)
satoru: hey.
you: what's with these deleted messages?
you: are you okay?
he wonders. is he okay? would you come over if he said no? are you going to be mad if he re-sent what the deleted messages said?
satoru: uhhh yeah. everything's fine.
satoru: i'm bored that's why.
satoru: you should totally come over.
you: no.
you: talk to you later.
satoru: please? i'm serious.
you: fine.
satoru: might as well spend the night.
(message deleted)
satoru: thanks.
(message delivered)
âwell fuck...â he sighs, raking his fingers through his hair. he doesn't have anything to say nor do with you. actually, he does â he has quite a few, but he wouldn't push your buttons. he'd love to, but the chances of him receiving a slap is high.
#. ae-generated: jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk x fem!reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x you#jjk scenarios#jjk drabbles
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Mob Movember
Mob Boss Nico x reader
A/n: just a little something inspired by the diva pictured above x
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âSo thatâs like gonna be a thing now?â
Nicoâs eyebrows pinch together, eyes finding yours in the bathroom mirror and he pauses, razor half way to his face and warm water running from the faucet.
âWhat do you mean?â
You shrug and he blinks, looking back at his reflection and biting his bottom lip to pull it taut. Then heâs dragging his razor over a smear of shaving cream on his chin, dipping the razor back into the sink to rinse it.
âYou shaved a lot this week,â you decide to say, âand yet you always skip the space above your lip.â
Nico bristles at that, a petulant pout glaring at you through the mirror and you try not to laugh at him after indirectly insulting his mustache. Itâs not that you hate it per se, it just looks different on him. Heâs still cute, youâll give him that. Itâs impossible for him to ever not be attractive, but the mustache doesnât have the same sexy appeal his beard does.
âDidnât know I had to explain the concept of a mustache to you.â
âOuch,â you hold a hand over your heart. âMean and mustache-y.â
A sigh of annoyance huffs out of his nose, and he shakes his head just once before going back to cleaning up his jawline. âGo away,â he says, but you linger a minute longer to watch him finish shaving, eyes following the bend of his waist when he leans over to rinse off any left over bits of shaving cream.
Giving yourself a moment to appreciate his ass in those light blue jeans he wears all the time, you wonder off before he can look back in the mirror and still see you there.
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âNot you too!â
Timo frowns, looking around curiously as he slides into the passenger seat. Heâs wearing an overly thick puffy coat and those stupid 5 inch inseam shorts from Lululemon that all the boys except Nico wear (much to your dismay) and you were gonna tease him about whether heâs hot or cold but the sight of his face has changed your plans.
âWhat?â He closed the door, immediately warming his hands in front of the vents.
âIs there like a mustache epidemic going around? What is wrong with you and Nico?â
You saw Timo yesterday, and while he had more stubble than he usually does, you didnât think heâd be shaving it off into a mustache too. Itâs been three long days of trying to get Nicoâs new look to grow on you and no matter how times you kiss him, feel the scratch of his freshly shaved cheeks, itâs still not the same. You donât like the way it tickles your upper lip but not your chin, and you donât really like the way that you canât kiss his nose anymore without feeling it.
But youâre trying and itâs hard. Even harder now that your bestie has apparently jumped on the train too.
âYou donât like them?â He asks, not offended but curious. You side eye him, pulling away from the curb and making your way towards the yoga studio.
âIs that why Nico is pouting?â He laughs, clicking his seatbelt. He rubs at his lame excuse of a mustache and you mentally give Nico credit for that. At least he can actually grow a really nice one, not that youâre going to say that to Timo.
âHeâs pouting?â
âUh yeah,â he scoffs, âheâs moped every day this week, Sieges said theyâve been having to talk to clients and stuff because he gets moody right away.â
You cringe, feeling a little bad about the whole thing. You didnât mean to make Nico feel bad or like you donât like his mustache. Yeah you donât love it, but heâs Nico -your Nico -and everything about him is always so beautiful.
âI may be struggling to enjoy it,â you explain hesitantly, âI just am not used to it and heâs never been a mustache guy. Maybe like a day or two but he always shaves.â
âOof,â Timo laughs, âyeah you probably hurt his feelings. Literally his biggest flex is that you think heâs so pretty.â
Groaning painfully, you thump your head against the steering wheel before pouting up at the red light. Youâve always Nico to be a sensitive person, not in a bad way or anything. Heâs just never hid or pushed down feelings when it came to you, and it physically makes you ache to think that your reaction to his new facial hair made him so insecure he didnât want to tell you.
Youâve got some major Nico loving to make up for.
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Nico is sat in the Devils booth of The Rock, hunched over the scheduling iPad as the boys mill around the bar. Jesper and Jonas are actually working it looks like, Jonas holding a ladder that has the smaller of the two men perched at the top, Jesper screwing in a new security camera. Heâs got Mercer and Alex stocking the bar, and you almost laugh at the overly straight and organized bottles on Mercerâs side compared to haphazardly placed ones on Alexâs.
The Hughes boys are doing something theyâre probably not suppose to be doing on the upper level, no where to be seen but definitely heard.
Timo parts from you to go join Jesper and Jonas, who look like they could use it by the way Jesper is trembling on the top rung.
You approach the booth, setting the lunch you brought for Nico onto the table alongside your greens smoothie. He looks up at you when you drop your jacket into the seat, eyes following your movement when you slide in next to him.
âHey,â he mumbles, and something melancholy settles in the air. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips, your heart throbbing when you take in the dejected look in his big brown eyes and the way heâs pouting.
âHi,â you greet, reaching up brush his hair away from his face. Then you hold his cheek, brushing your thumb over the scar on his cheekbone. âI brought you lunch.â
He doesnât bother to look interested. âThanks baby.â
âI like your mustache,â you say quietly, tenderly pressing your thumb into the hinge of his jaw where you know he gets headaches from clenching. Like its second nature he relaxes, melting into the feeling.
âNo you donât,â he insists, licking at his pouting lips. âSâfine-â
âI do, I do like it Nico. Itâs just different and I was teasing because Iâm not used to it.â
Nico blinks, fluttering those stupidly pretty eyelashes at you and then two dimples sink into his cheeks. âYeah?â
Giggling, you cup the back of his head and draw him closer to you. âYou know youâre always handsome, no matter what.â You kiss him before he can say anything else, smiling when his hair scratches at your cheeks and lip.
Nico hums, reaching around to grip your hip and pull you until youâre half sitting in his lap. Then he melts back into the booth, sighing contently.
âWould you two get a room, Jesus fuck.â
You peck Nicoâs lips one more time for good measure before pulling back, curling into his side and he slips his arm around you.
Nico reaches for his food, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing. The Hughes brothers have made their way down the stairs, and Mercer and Alex have abandoned the bar in favor of crowding around you and Nico.
Which in itself is a little scary, but add the thin and scraggly mustaches they all have is even worse. Desperate for a distraction, you scramble to grab your juice and take a sip, casting a glance over at Nico whoâs smirking proudly. He shares a knowing look with you.
âWhy are you making that face?â
You look at Jack, forcing yourself to only look in his eyes as you clear your throat. âWhat face?â
He points an accusing finger at you. âThat face, why are you laughing?â
âMânot.â
âYou are, Holtz tell her she is.â
Alex looks around helplessly and you do giggle when you realize his poor mustache is nothing but peach fuzz. âOk now sheâs laughing.â
Steadying yourself, you force your smile down. âI love this new look you all have going on.â
Almost immediately they all groan, offended and outraged and you canât even listen to them. Hunching over into Nicoâs shoulder you cackle, tears springing up in your eyes and stomach aching.
You can feel him chuckle, one hand rubbing at your back to calm you down. Finally you peel yourself off of him, wiping at your wet eyes as the boys glare at you.
âDonât be mean, itâs for a good cause.â Mercer defends.
âWhat cause?â
âMovember,â Jack states proudly, âit was Nicoâs idea. Good cause and we all bond over our shared âstaches.â He strokes over his lame excuse of a mustache and Luke cringes, cheeks tinting pink.
You look to Nico. âThis was your doing?â
He looks utterly pleased with himself, shrugging nonchalantly but thereâs a twinkle of mischief in his features. The sight makes you giddy. What has he been up to?
The other three boys wonder up behind the rest, and you cackle again at the blonde patch of hair on Jesperâs lip and the razor burn on Jonasâs chin. Offended, they frown at you.
âSâlike our new tradition,â Jesper says but it sounds more like a question as he examines Nico.
Your boyfriend beams at you. âLike last year we did no nut November,â he explains, and you roll your eyes. You hated that stupid challenge between them, and if you recall correctly, they all did too.
âYeah and you lost,â Timo mocks, glancing at you because you know all too well why Nico lost. And Nico knows too because you canât for the life of you keep a secret from him.
âHey you all cried to y/n to make me lose,â Nico argues, and Timoâs mouth drops open.
âTraitor!â Jesper gasps, pointing at you. âYou werenât supposed to tell him we came to you.â
âHey the only loyalty I have is to him,â you jab your thumb in Nicoâs direction. âAnd his dick.â
Nicoâs smirk grows, shuffling in his seat as he accepts the compliment from you. âYou all went crying to her about how dry November was making me mean. And thatâs why I lost.â
âShouldâve known to never trust a temptress,â Jack mutters, glaring at you. Offended, you glare back.
âWell you canât a grow a mustache,â you hiss, âin fact none of you can. That dirt smear on your lip looks like it took twenty years to grow Jack.â
He clutches his heart, offended and looks to Nico for help. Nico takes a sip of your smoothie, gesturing for them to leave. âMâon her side. Get back to work, all of you.â
They grumble, stalking away from the table and muttering to each other as they return to their assigned jobs for the day. Shuffling, you turn to Nico.
âYouâre so mean for letting them walk around like that.â You giggle quietly, and Nico snickers.
âYou should see the update selfies theyâve been taking,â he whispers, pleased with himself. âThink Iâll make a collage of them and hang them in the office before I tell them it was all a joke.â
âWhy didnât you tell me this was to get back at them for last year?â
He shrugs. âYou were so fucking good to me after they whined last year that I wanted it to be a surprise. And was it a good one, or what?â
You laugh again, flashing back to seeing them all standing around you earlier, so proud of their matching mustaches.
âItâs kind of cute,â you mumble thoughtfully, laying your head on his shoulder. âThey all wanted to be like you.â
Nico hums in agreement. Then heâs sliding the iPad to you. âLook this over, yeah? Make sure Iâve got the schedule and times right for Thanksgiving.â
Heâs so sweet, you think, looking over the calendar heâs filled in. Even when heâs fucking around and embarassing the boys, heâs given them slack for almost the whole month. And heâs even written in the day off for Friday after Thanksgiving. Instead a big red heart is drawn on the day and in his perfectly slanted handwriting is written âFamily Sleepoverâ.
âLooks good,â you agree, pressing a kiss to his jaw. âBut the mustaches have to go by Thanksgiving. I am not having those in any photos.â
âYes maâam.â
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I was four at the time and my heel had been sliced open by the edge of a bed so I had a waterproof bandaid on it. This will be important later.
I'd never gone to the ocean or beach for that matter before. That kind of thing just doesn't happen when you live so far inland and have a big family. So this was the first time I'd ever seen something so big and deep. The sand was wet and I was wearing my favorite sun dress. There were some older kids nearby -- I think they were probably ten to twelve years old -- who were building a sand castle with a moat. They had said something about finding a hermit crab and it pinching one of them. I was very careful wading through the water then because I didn't know what a crab pinch felt like, but I imagined it would be quite painful.
My mom was chatting with a circle of adults nearby in some of the deeper water, and I went out to meet her. I was treading water as best I could and the ocean was up to my neck. I say something to her and I'm sent back to the shore because it's too deep for me there and how did I get out so far? Why wasn't my dad watching me?
I get back to the shallows, and I feel something tug on my heel. My immediate thought is a hermit crab having gotten a hold on my foot. It doesn't hurt, but I'm terrified nonetheless and I go running up and onto the shore where the sun has baked the sand to the point that I can't handle the heat.
I'm back in the ocean again with the water around my ankles. I check my heel, and there's an immediate sense of relief. It's just a band aid. A band aid whose adhesive just doesn't work period. It's not a hermit crab, and I'm safe.
Now here's where things get interesting.
I'm standing in the shallows. The wind is picking up and I've just had the adrenaline wear off from being convinced that a hermit crab is attacking my foot. I'm four years old and relatively short.
The wind has picked up.
That means that the waves have started to get bigger. One starts picking up speed as it gets closer to the shore.
I don't know what exactly was going through my mind at that time, but I decide that the best way to handle that is not to go back to the shore (it's too hot on the sand, I'd rather stay in the water), but instead to drop onto my stomach and grab onto whatever stick or ocean greenery is there under the water and let the wave wash over me. I hadn't even taken a breath, but the wave passes over me and I can't get up. I'm sucked under and further out. The water is in my nose and stinging my eyes. I can't breathe. Everything is a murky yellow blue green. I'm no longer holding onto the sand and sticks. Those have slipped through my fingers.
I could very well die in that moment.
I don't realize it at the time. I'm four years old, and this is my first time interacting with a huge body of water.
I'm stuck under the wave for about twenty seconds before someone has grabbed me by the ankle and yanked me out of the ocean. He's one of my parents' friends and had noticed that I'd gone missing. It's the same leg as the heel with the bandaid that he's grabbed. I'm coughing up water and he's setting me upright. My mom and dad are running to check on me. I don't even know quite what's happened.
The guy who pulled me out of the water has sunglasses and assures them that I'm okay. I get told I almost drowned. That I could have died. When you're four, you don't have much of a concept of death. I didn't understand death much less drowning, but I understood the fear in my parents' voices.
I didn't drown, but I could have.
I'm still alive today.
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Love & Lullabies | Teaser
Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader
Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongiâs lifeâafternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. Youâre fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didnât want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life youâve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isnât the only one whoâs clumsy.)
Alternatively: Itâs 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weightâan 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility.
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (tbd), idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoonâs bestie
Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!), Mild cursing
Word count: 800-ish for this teaser
Posting date: November 7, 2024
Notes: This is for my friends and moots in the US. Please stay strong. One day at a time, my loves. Futureâs gonna be okay đ This story is inspired by @yoongznme 's ask/prompt. Thank you for requesting!
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Namjoon leans back in his seat, sporting an all-too-familiar, slightly conspiratorial glint in his eyes. Hmm. You know that look.Â
It's the same one he had when he "casually" set you up to tutor one of his trainee friends in Englishâthe one you let slip was kinda cute. Or when he signed you up to perform with one of his rapper friends in that underground club in Hongdae. Sure, you knew every word of the chorus to eminemâs Stan, but you were not a fucking singer.Â
You still did it, though. Both times.Â
Namjoonâs especially notorious for volunteering you to do things he insists are "right up your alley." Thereâs a fire in his eyes when he starts talking about one of his ideas, and before you know it, you're swept up in his vision, already picturing yourself right there beside him, doing something youâd never consider on your own.
Namjoon has been your best friend since forever and for reasons you canât explain, saying no to him has always been impossible.
Right. Itâs definitely that. Itâs definitely not because in those two prior instances mentioned, both friends of his are actually the same guy. The one you had an almost crippling crush on over a decade ago. (Youâre sooo over it, though. Trust.)
When Namjoon finally leaned in, you were already bracing yourself.
âSo, you know Yoongi, right?â
You blink, pause, and slowly shake your head. It has taken years, but today is the day you tell him, âNo.â
âThe fuck? What do you mean no?â He replies, already looking hella amused. âI havenât even said anything.â
Your face feels like a furnace, but you grit and steady your voice. âWhatever it is, the answer is no.â
He lets out a hum, shifting in his seat, and you get the sense heâs working up to something.Â
You sip your coffee, keeping your eyes on him. He gives you an exaggerated shrug, dimples deepening as he lets his shoulder sag.Â
God youâre literally already about to break.Â
âFuck. Joon. Spit it out.â
He nods triumphantly, âOk, thereâs something I thought Iâd run by you first, before he hears about it.â
The words hang in the air, and you raise an eyebrow. âWhat are you getting me into?â
Namjoon chuckles softly as he folds his hands on the table. âSo⌠Yoongi has a son. A baby, actually.â He pauses, watching for your reaction.Â
What? Someone has fuckboi Min Yoongi all locked down?! Huh. You never saw that coming.
You let that sink in, surprise filling the quiet space between you. âI⌠didnât know he had a kid.â
âNot many people do,â Namjoon admits. âOnly those close to him know. Yoongiâs an incredible dad, but his caretaker recently left, and now heâs scrambling to balance his schedule and take care of his son.â
âAnd his wife?â
Namjoon sighs, gives you a look that means heâs about to say something confidential. âThereâs no wife.â
âBaby mama?â
âOut of the picture.â
You let out a small breath, absorbing everything you just heard. You already had an idea of where this is leading up to, but you want it said explicitly. âSo what exactly are you telling me here?â
Namjoon nods, eyes hopeful. âLook, I know this is a big ask. Iâm putting this out there because youâre one of the best with kids I know. And Yoongiâwell, heâs pretty wary about letting new people get close to his son.â
You take another sip of your latte as he prattles on.
âWhile youâre still getting your bearings back, maybe you could take over the caretaker job, even part time?â
Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly as he says your name. âI just thought you might consider it. Youâd be doing us both a favor. Yoongi really needs help, and Iâd trust you more than anyone with this.â
You sit back, letting Namjoonâs words settle. He knows exactly what heâs askingâknows exactly how hard it is for you to refuse when he gives you that puppy dog look, and then heâs throwing Yoongi into the mix. Honestly, you hate how you're apparently still soft for him even after all these years.
Namjoon also knows your current situation. Does he not realize itâs a bit unfair to ask this of you right now? Not when you're still picking up the pieces after your breakup with your long-term boyfriend. Not when you need time to heal. Not when you literally uprooted your life and just moved back to Seoul a month ago.
But somehow, you canât shake the curiosity. What would it even be like to see Yoongi as a dad? To get a glimpse of this whole other life heâs got now?
Itâs probably a terrible idea.Â
Yeah, no. You donât need this right now. Money isnât tight. And you need to focus onâŚÂ
You take a slow breath, mentally tracing the edges of this mess. There are a hundred reasons to say no, and only one reason youâd even consider saying yes. And because itâs for Yoongi⌠damn, maybe just one reason's enough.
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starring: lip gallagher x male reader
request: one could be that the reader has been long term friends with lip and is getting ready for a date. The reader has never kissed anyone and suggest if he could practice on him. Hesitant at first, they agree and innocent pecks slowly turns into aggressive tongue kissing which turns into the reader canceling their date and losing their v-card to Lip.
warnings: smut, virgin!reader, cursing, unprotected sex, creampie
directors note: i did start this like two months ago and am just now coming back to it
you hadn't been on a date in forever let alone kiss anyone so you were pretty nervous when getting ready for your date with some dude you met, heart thudding against your chest as you looked in the mirror to check if you looked good enough when you heard a knock at the door, you turned around to see lip standing there.
you and lip had been friends since you were kids and he's been with you from the rejections to the many guys you've had crushes on to now seeing you dress up for a date "who's the guy now" lip asks crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door "what if it's a woman" you say making lip laugh.
"i met him at the alibi the other night and we decided to go on a date" you say walking past lip to your room and putting on some shitty cologne "is the really the greenest flag, a guy you met at a bar" lip questions with a raised eyebrow "well i am pretty nervous" you say.
"and why is that" lip asks moving to lean on your bedroom door "i mean i've never kissed a guy before" you nervously admit making lips eyes go wide "you're telling me out of all the dates you've gone you never kissed them" lip snickers "oh fuck you, you fucking dick" you laugh throwing a pillow at him which he catches it easily.
"i mean... i could help you" lip lowly says rubbing the nape of his neck, you nap your head to him with furrowed eyebrows "what" you say trying not to sound to confused "i could help you practice your first kiss" lip explains "and why would i do that with you" you ask standing up and closing the distance between you too.
"c'mon you know i'm good for it, ive made out with lots of girls and you know im not gonna get like a boner or anything" lip says "yeah you may have kissed some girls but you've never kissed a guy" you retort now only a couple inches away from him "well then we could both be each others first isn't that just dandy" you teasingly say, lip heart pounding against his chest as your face moved closer to his.
"okay then i'll do it" you agree "alright" lip shakily says as you lean into kiss him, your lips now touching in a tender kiss, lips mind was running with so many thoughts as you both stood there for some time in the kiss before pulling off to breath, you looked at each other for some time, his eyes filling with desire.
before he grabbed you by the waist and began kissing you once more, little peck kisses that quickly turn into making out, lip pulling off his shirt and you doing the same, then you both take off your pants leaving you both in your underwear.
at this point you weren't even thinking straight, to drunk of lips sweet kisses that felt so hungry with desire but also lust, he pushes you onto the bed now towering over you before you both pull out of the make out to finally breath "what happend to not getting a boner" you ask with a chuckle "ive got more than a boner now" lip says pulling off his underwear and kicking them the corner of the room.
"well then let me help you" you say pulling back into the kiss as lip pulls your underwear off, running his rough fingers along your hole making a shudder run up your spin "fuck me" you whisper wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him deeper into the kiss "i thought you had a date" lip chuckles "he can fuck off for all i care" you say.
he squeezes some lube onto his hand and lathers it over his cock and presses it into your hole, a drawled out wince coming out of your mouth in an instant "fuck you're big" you say, hands planted on this thighs to steady him "well thank you" he laughs and you smack his leg lightly, until he makes it all the way in, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his size before he slowly moved his hips into your ass.
heavy groans leave his mouth as he fucks into you, you were gripping his cock so well, maybe a little to well because it felt you were about to snap his cock off "you gotta calm down a little or you're gonna fucking kill me" he jokes "well i am a virgin lip so sorry im not used to taking dick" you quip back agitated a little making lip snicker a little before leaning down and kissing you again.
you melt into lip's lips (pun intended) and your hole becomes a little looser due to the calming feeling, lips hips resuming their original movement, his thrusting fucking the moans out of your mouth and into his, sweet nothings flowing from his mouth your ear "you're doing so good m'kay, you like this?" he asks, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as tears flow down your face "i fucking love it" you choke out.
"want me to cum in you" he asks, his thrusts becoming more aggressive as he comes closer to his release and all you could do was nod at his question, to out of it to even think of words to speak, and soon lip is cumming in your hole, filling you to the brim with his arousal before pulling out and falling next to you "how was that" lip asks with a grin "great" you pant.
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for the very first time - steve harrington
Steve Harrington x Virgin! female! reader
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Summary:
You decide to give your first time to your boyfriend, Steve. He promises to make it special.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), p in v, loss of virginity, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, just mostly sweet sex with sweet Stevie
Word Count: 4,718
A/N:
Canât get enough of Steve <3 Requests are open!
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You stood in front of the mirror, feeling like you were looking back at a stranger. The woman staring back at you was not someone you recognized.
You were wearing a lingerie set you had bought on a whim a month ago, no plans on when youâd wear it but you knew the time would come. And that time was tonight, apparently.
The pale pink lace covers your breasts, pushing up your tits to make them look extra enticing, you figured. There was a small white bow in the center. The matching panties clung to your hips, making your ass look round and cute. There was a matching small white bow on the panties, too. You felt like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
At least, you hoped Steve would see you that way.
You and Steve had been dating for 4 months now, and youâd known he wanted to take the relationship to the next level for a while now, but you werenât ready. You had never been with a guy before, and you had to admit you were scared. The farthest you two had ever gotten were some heavy makeout sessions, sometimes ending with his hands beneath your shirt before you stopped him. You had told Steve you just wanted to wait for the right guy and the right time, and it seemed like you had finally found both. You trusted Steve, you wanted to take this next step with him - if you trusted anyone to take your virginity, it would be him.
So at school on Thursday, you told Steve this Saturday was the day. His eyes had widened at the declaration, before a wolfish grin slid over his features, his hands coming to rest on your hips.
âYeah? Youâre sure?â he searched your face for any sign that you werenât being honest, that you still werenât ready, but he couldnât hide the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He would have waited forever for you, you meant so much to him, but at the same time he wanted you badly, something that has tortured him for months.
âIâm sure,â you had said, and itâs true, your mind had been made up. You were ready. As ready as you felt youâd ever be.
Steve had smiled at you, pushing some of your hair behind your shoulder as he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pressing his lips against yours.
âIâll make it special for you, baby,â he had promised.
Now, as you examined yourself in the lingerie, butterflies in your stomach going wild, you wondered if you truly were ready. It was now or never, you figured.
You dressed in an oversized sweater and a pair of jeans over the lingerie. You were waiting for Steve to come pick you up. In perfect timing, his parents were out of town for the weekend, giving you two all the time and space you needed. You had told your parents you were sleeping over at your best friendâs house. The thought of it thrilled you, you had never done anything like this before, lying to your parents so you can stay at your boyfriendâs house and have sex with him. You were always a good girl, so your parents trusted you wholeheartedly, which made you feel only a little guilty about what you were doing.
You noticed the time - 8pm, when Steve was supposed to be here - and headed down the stairs, overnight bag in hand. You said goodbye to your parents, and then you were outside, walking to the end of the block where Steve waited in his car.
You felt giddy as you climbed into the passenger seat next to him. It was cold outside but nice and toasty in Steveâs BMW. He wore a red sweater and jeans, his perfect hair tousled messily, and he gave you a smile as you slid into the car.
âHey, gorgeous,â he greeted you with a kiss. You smiled against his lips, buzzing with anticipation for the night.
âYou look handsome,â you complimented him, earning a chuckle from the boy as he put the car in drive and began heading back to his own house.
âThank you, baby,â he said, reaching over to place his big hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly. It sent shivers through your body, straight to your core.
You were too nervous for conversation the whole way to Steveâs house. The radio was on, so you didnât have to ride in awkward silence at least. Steve could tell you were nervous, and he kept shooting you reassuring smiles, rubbing your thigh.
When you got to Steveâs, the nerves were worse. It was finally time, and you were freaking out. Steve took your hand, leading you up the stairs and to his bedroom.
It was clean, tidy, looked like a guyâs bedroom. Nothing particularly special. You looked around, noticing the box of condoms sitting ready on the bedside table, which made you blush.
Steve closed the bedroom door softly, then walked over to you, placing his hands on your hips.
âYouâre sure you want to do this tonight?â he asked, his voice low. You could tell he desperately wanted you to say yes, but he would have stopped if you asked him to, you knew perfectly well.
âYes,â you said. âI want this. With you.â
Steve smiled at you gently. He placed his hands on either side of your face, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. âI love you.â
Before you could answer he was pressing your lips together, kissing you softly at first. This was something you were used to, something familiar, and you felt your anxiety slipping away as his lips worked against yours.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours as he kissed you deeper. His thumb caressed your cheek, fingers on his other hand tangling in your hair. You gripped onto his biceps, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt.
He pulled away, breathing a little heavier now as his eyes searched yours. He nudged you towards the bed and you took the hint, kicking off your shoes before you climbed onto it.
âDo you want some music?â he asked, walking to his stereo and looking through his collection casually.
âUh, sure,â you said. That might be nice.
âI have the perfect mix,â Steve said, smiling to himself as he put a cassette into the stereo and pressed play. âMade it for you, actually.â
You blushed as Steve turned around, music now playing softly over the speakers. He sauntered over to the bed, causing the anticipation to build in your stomach.
When he reached the bed, he slowly crawled onto it, over you. He laid next to you on the bed, leaning over you with one hand on your waist as your lips met once again.
He kissed you for a long time, and you didnât mind one bit. You and Steve did a lot of making out, and this was no different. You wondered if he was easing you into it on purpose, if he could tell you were nervous so he was taking his time.
Steveâs hand slowly started trailing up your sweater, feeling your smooth skin beneath his fingertips. It sent goosebumps across your body as you shuddered at his touch. He kept sliding his hand up, feeling the smooth skin of your back before moving to the front, feeling up your stomach until he gently grasped your breast. He massaged it slowly, which actually felt really nice.
You moaned into his mouth, earning one back from him, and you were caught by surprise when he pushed his clothed hips against your thigh and you could feel the bulge through his jeans. Your heart beat faster at the feeling, reminding you what you were going to be doing tonight.
âCan I take this off?â Steve asked, breathless against your wet, kiss-swollen lips.
You nodded, and he lifted the sweater up and over your head, tossing it to his floor. His eyes widened as he took in your bra, half of the surprise you had for him.
âWow,â he said, eyes never leaving your breasts. He caressed the material of your bra, admiring the beautiful lace covering your perfect tits from his view. He loved it and hated it at the same time.
He leaned forward, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts peeking from the bra, sucking on the soft skin, leaving love bites all over your chest. You moaned again, fingers tangling in his long hair, which made him groan against your skin.
âDo you always wear underwear this sexy?â he asked, pulling back to devour you with his eyes again. He slipped a finger between the strap of your bra, flicking it against your skin playfully.
âNo,â you answered, blushing deeply. âI bought it for you.â
Steveâs face lit up at that revelation, another soft groan falling from his lips. He rubbed his palm all over your exposed body, over your sides.
âYouâre the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen,â he mumbled, then he was placing his hand on the back of your head again and kissing you deeply.
He tasted so familiar, so comforting, his breath minty and fresh like heâd eaten some mints in the car before he picked you up. The thought of Steve being even a little bit as nervous as you were for this made your heart flutter in your chest. You knew he had been with other girls before, and he was plenty experienced, but this would be your first time together and Steve was taking that seriously.
You decided to be bold, trailing your fingers up his abdomen beneath his sweater. You feel the firm muscles of his stomach, trailing higher until youâre pressing against his strong chest, fingers trailing through his chest hair. You always felt that made him seem so manly. Steve hummed against your lips at the feeling of your hands on his chest.
You tugged on his sweater, and he took the hint, leaning back away from you to sit on his knees and pull it over his head. You drank in the sight of your shirtless boyfriend, his chest heaving lightly.
Steve rubbed your leg, from your calf up to your thigh, rubbing over your ass before slapping it playfully. It made you gasp, and he gave you a mischievous smile.
He moved until he was settled on his knees between your legs, rubbing your hips. He reached forward, giving your tits some more attention before he trailed his hands down your stomach, landing at the buttons of your jeans. His eyes flicked up to yours, searching for permission. You gave him a small nod, which was all he needed before his long fingers were deftly undoing your jeans.
He pulled them down your legs and tossed them behind him, revealing your matching panties. A smirk grew on his lips at the sight and his hands went straight to them, feeling the lace over your hips.
âCute,â he said, staring down at you appreciatively. He reached forward and trailed a fingertip over your slit over the panties, making you gasp and jerk away from him on accident. He had never touched you there before.
His eyes shot up to your face immediately. âAre you okay?â
âY-yeah,â you stumbled out, âjust surprised me.â
He laughed a little, his hand rubbing your hip again. âJust relax, baby. You donât need to be nervous. Iâm gonna make you feel good.â
You felt heat in your belly at his words, a throbbing in your core. Despite your nerves, you had to admit to yourself that you were excited for what was to come. You knew Steve wouldnât do anything you didnât like.
You only jump a little when you feel his fingers over your core again, gently rubbing against your folds, feeling how damp your underwear already was. The thought embarrassed you, but he didnât seem to mind.
His fingers traveled up until they were pressed against your clit through your underwear. Your mouth dropped open at the feeling, tingles traveling through your whole body. He rubbed circles against it, and you began to writhe beneath him as the pleasure got more and more intense.
When he stopped, you whined, hips bucking up towards him as if chasing the feeling. Steve chuckled, leaning forward so his lips were right against your ear.
âIâm gonna take these pretty things off you now, baby. Okay?â
Your body tensed. âOkay,â you said, but you found yourself losing your train of thought as Steve kissed across your chest. His hands trailed up your back until they reached your bra strap, quickly and easily undoing the hooks and removing it from your body.
He immediately pulled back to take in your naked chest for the first time. He moaned at the sight, hands going to grasp your tits, pinching at your rapidly hardening nipples. You let out tiny moans and whimpers at the feeling, which nearly made his eyes roll back in his head.
âFuckâŚâ Steve breathed. He moved forward and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, circling his tongue around the bud and sucking lightly. You whined, back arching and pushing your tits in his face. He moaned around you, fingers working the nipple his mouth wasnât currently on.
He switched sides, paying equal attention to your other nipple. He grazed his teeth over it lightly, which made you draw in a shuddering gasp.
Steve popped off of your tits with an audible noise, moving back between your legs and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He pulled them down your legs slowly, fingers feeling your smooth skin as he went, fabric discarded to the floor when he was done.
His hands landed on your knees and he slowly pushed them apart farther, revealing all of you to him. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of your bare pussy, his jeans uncomfortably tight.
âGod, youâre just as beautiful as I imagined,â he said. His words made you feel good, but the attention he was paying to parts of you no one had ever seen before made your body flush with embarrassment.
Steve ducked between your legs, lips placing kisses on the insides of your thighs. He laid between your legs, big hands wrapped around your thighs as he kissed lower and lower.
You looked down at him. âSteve, what are you-â
You were immediately cut off by the feeling of Steveâs tongue dragging along your pussy, and you threw your head back, a strangled cry coming from your lips.
You swore you felt Steve smirk against you, but you couldnât think too much about it because he had begun to devour you like he was starving. He lapped at your folds, tasting your wetness. His tongue circled your clit before he closed his lips around it, sucking gently.
You were wide eyed, body writhing under him until he was forced to grab onto your hips, holding you still. You had never felt pleasure like this before in your life, this was more than you ever could have even imagined. On instinct your hand shoots down and grabs a handful of Steveâs hair. He groaned when you pulled on it, and you pushed his face harder against your needy pussy, which Steve welcomed.
The noises he made as he ate you out were obscene enough to make you blush. He was sloppy with it, you worried that you were going to ruin his sheets. Steve didnât seem to care, moving down to press his tongue into your hole, nose nudging against your clit. You cried out, pulling on his hair harder.
Steve pulled away to catch his breath. âGod, you taste so sweet.â Then he was buried in your cunt again, that expert tongue driving you wild. You felt his fingertip pressing at your entrance, and your body tensed. You tried to focus on the feeling of Steveâs tongue as he slowly pressed it into you, the stretch burning.
He carefully thrusts the one finger in and out of your tight heat, and over time it becomes less painful and you start to enjoy the stretch, moaning with every movement. Steve can tell youâre feeling good, and he takes the opportunity to push in a second finger. The stretch is more intense this time but he works you through it. He pushed his fingers all the way in, curling them up and pressing against a spot that makes your eyes go wide. Once he realizes he found it, he presses into that spot with every thrust, his mouth never letting up.
Thereâs a tension building deep in your stomach, tightening rapidly. Itâs more intense than anything youâve ever felt. You hold onto Steveâs hair with one hand and a fistful of the sheets in the other, and that coil snaps, pushing you over the edge violently.
Youâre glad Steveâs house is empty all weekend, because you scream out, body arching and stars exploding in your vision. You grind your pussy against Steveâs mouth, desperate for him to keep going as you come undone on his tongue and fingers. âOh, my god- Steve! Oh, Steve, fuck, holy shit-â
Steve groaned loudly, rutting his hips into the mattress as he worked you through your orgasm, rock hard and desperate for some friction on his aching cock. When you came down, he pulled back, looking up at you from between your legs.
Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him, looking up at you with your slick covering his mouth, chin and nose. His pupils were blown wide, his eyes wide and full of lust.
Steve sat back up on his knees and began undoing his jeans. You watched intently as he pushed them down his hips along with his boxers, exposing his dick, huge, hard and throbbing and leaking at the tip.
Your mouth watered at the sight of it. You wondered how the hell your boyfriend had been hiding all that in his jeans this whole time.
Steve leaned back over your body, and you could feel his length pressing against you as he moved. It startled you a little. You couldnât wrap your mind around all of him being inside you, wondered how it would fit. If it would fit.
He kissed you again, and you tasted yourself on his lips and tongue. It was strange, you thought, different. Suddenly, you had an idea you couldnât shake from your head.
âCan I taste you?â you asked him shyly as he pulled back a little, your noses pressed together.
Steveâs eyes widened. âR-really? Are you sure?â
You nodded, smiling at him nervously.
He kissed you shortly yet passionately one more time before moving to lay next to you. He couldnât hide his eagerness as he got settled on the mattress. You giggled a little as you moved on top of him, grabbing the base of his cock in your hand.
The sensation caused him to jerk his hips up with a groan, so desperate for more already. You were surprised how sensitive he was, but it excited you, made you want to do more. You tentatively began to stroke him from base to tip, squeezing your hand around him. His eyes fluttered shut, groans slipping from his kissable lips.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his tip in a kiss. You licked the head experimentally, tasting the pre cum smeared at his slit. Steve lets out a whine, cock twitching in your hand.
You wrapped your lips around his tip, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked it. He started pushing his hips up again and you understood what he wanted (needed), lowering your head down his shaft. You felt Steveâs hand at the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.
He was gentle as he pushed and pulled on your hair, guiding your head up and down on him. You massaged the underside of his length with your tongue, making him shudder. He was so vocal, so responsive, it surprised you but you found it so hot.
Steve started thrusting into your mouth, eyes half lidded but not daring to look away for even a second. You looked up at him, moaning around his dick as you made eye contact. The look on his face was one of pure pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open, panting.
You relaxed your throat and took him deeper, all the way until your nose was pressed against the dark curls at his base. He let out a strangled groan, and you felt his thigh muscles tightening and trembling beneath your hands.
Suddenly heâs yanking you off of him by your hair. You come up, surprised. âDid I do something wrongâŚ?â
âNo, god no baby, I-â he stopped, panting like he was trying to catch his breath. âI would have busted down your throat if you kept going for another second.â
You blushed, laughing a little. You crawled up his body and kissed him again until he was pushing you down on the bed, climbing over you again. He kissed you, but quickly moved down to your neck, biting and sucking and leaving visible love bites on your skin. Your mind was far too hazy to think about it, so you just enjoyed the feeling of his mouth instead.
He kissed down your body, taking the time to wrap his mouth around each of your nipples again for only a second - what can he say, he loved your tits. Farther down until he was settled between your legs again, pushing your thighs apart, taking in the view of your naked body under him after all this time.
He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the box of condoms. Your heartbeat sped up rapidly as he took one of the foil packages out of the box. He ripped it open with his teeth, sliding it over his dick like heâd done this plenty of times before.
Your body was buzzing with anticipation as he lined his fat tip up at your entrance. You gasped, involuntarily tensing your entire body.
âYouâve got to relax for me,â Steve said, rubbing your thigh soothingly with his free hand, âor Iâm not gonna be able to get in, baby.â
You nodded, taking a deep, shaky breath. You made an effort to relax your body. You felt him pressing insistently at your entrance, and you wanted to let him in.
âYou ready?â Steve asked you, looking up at you with concern in his eyes. It warmed your heart that he cared so much about your comfort that he was willing to stop even though you could see how badly he needed you.
âIâm ready,â you told him, your voice laced with desire.
Steve smiled softly at you before he looked down and finally, finally began pressing into you, your tight, tight pussy wrapping around him and squeezing him like a vice. You gripped onto the sheets in your fists, body trembling as he stretched you out, and it hurt deliciously. You couldnât wrap your mind around how something could be painful while you also never wanted it to stop.
Steveâs eyes clenched shut as he pushed in, a hiss of pleasure coming from between his teeth. He bottomed out and dug his fingers so hard into your hips it would surely leave bruises as he tried to control himself.
âFuck,â he groaned. âYou are so fucking tight.â
You breathed through it, trying to relax your body completely, knowing the pain would be better if you could just relax. Steve moved a hand to your clit again, rubbing against it slowly at first.
His plan worked and it distracted you from the stretch, the intense feelings overtaking your body turning into pleasure. When you look like youâre enjoying yourself again, Steve pulls out until only the tip remains inside, and slowly pushes back in.
You moan as Steve sets a slow, gentle pace. You can feel every inch, every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slowly drives in and out of your pussy. He leaned over and kissed you as he slowly fucked you, his fingers continuing to work your clit.
You wrapped your arms around him, hands grasping onto his strong back. You loved the way he felt moving against you, his breath hot against your neck as he buried his face there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and started moving your hips up to meet his, making him groan.
Steveâs mixtape was still playing softly in the background as he made love to you, the sounds of the bed creaking and both of your pants and moans intermixing with the music. He peppered loving kisses against your neck, and you could feel his heartbeat against your chest.
âCan I move a little faster?â he asked breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.
âYeah,â you breathed out. âYes, please, harder.â
Steve moaned again as he picked up his pace. You could hear the sound of your skin meeting every time he thrusted his hips into you, the sound of how wet you were around him, and it made you feel ashamed. But Steve was loving every second of it.
âGodâŚyouâŚyouâre so perfect, so hot,â he moaned, his own mind going hazy as he feels his release building throughout his body.
âYouâre so big,â you whined, arms wrapped around him and holding him tightly. âSo deep. Iâm gonna cum again, Steve.â
Steveâs hips sped up at your words, his fingers circling your clit even faster. âYeah, baby. Cum on my cock for me, I got you.â
Your brows furrowed and you arched your back, your tits pressing against Steveâs chest. He buried his face in them, his groans muffled. His cock hit that perfect spot he was pounding with his fingers earlier, but this is even more intense, even better. You tugged on his hair as your body began to tremble, your eyes clamped shut and your moans got louder and more desperate.
âSteveâŚSteveâŚoh my god oh my god-â
Your second orgasm hit you like a train, and you came hard, your pussy throbbing around his cock as he pulled your intense orgasm from your tired body. You heard Steveâs muffled whine, his grip around your body getting even tighter. His thrusts pick up in speed and intensity until theyâre ruthless, messy, frantic and heâs chasing his own release.
âIâm gonna cum,â Steve groaned, one hand moving up to intertwine with yours. He looked up into your face as he neared the edge, and you knew it had hit him when his mouth dropped open, his hips shoving back into you hard one last time as he let out a strangled groan, thrusting shallowly into you a couple more times as he rode out the last of his orgasm.
He stilled inside you, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Both of your bodies still trembling. Steve peppered about a million kisses across your face, making you giggle, before he pulled out, disposing of the condom in the trash can and collapsing on the bed next to you.
He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly into his chest.
âI love you,â he said, his words sounding like they were genuinely pulled straight from his heart.
âI love you, too,â you whispered back, a big grin on your face that he quickly returned. He pecked you on the lips sweetly. You stared into your boyfriendâs warm brown eyes.
âThat was incredible,â he said, laughing breathlessly. âThank you for trusting me.â He added the second part more seriously, brushing your messy hair out of your face.
âIt was amazing,â you agreed, fingers drawing designs on his bare chest. âI wanna do it again.â
Steve laughed. âWe will, believe me.â
He pulled you as close as you could get, your head laying on his slightly sweaty chest. The music still played in the background, relaxing you. Steve pulled the blankets over you both, and you were pretty sure youâd never been more cozy in your life.
There, in Steveâs arms, you felt safe. You felt loved. Slowly, you both drifted off, sleeping peacefully tangled up in one another.
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