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You guys really liked my swap au with davekat as rosemary so heres rosemary as davekat
#homestuck#rosemary#rose lalonde#kanaya maryam#rose strider#kanaya vantas#kidswap#bloodswap#gaurdianswap#swapstuck#esmeblaise art#I worked on the au a bit so the troll signs are swapped as well now#they also have different horns#Roses sign is supposed to be a rose#I wanted the shape to mimic daves record like how his bird skull mimics her squiddle
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Was watching LOTR last night with my beloved and when we first see Gandalf riding in his cart and singing as he travels down the roads of the Shire I just burst into tears. I didnât realize how much Iâve been missing that sense of safety and home until that moment
#this election really tore the rose tinted glasses off#before I could write off the rising extremism in America as a vocal minority#like i understand Americaâs foundations in the genocide of the Native Americans and its bedrock of white supremacy from slavery#but I had genuinely moved we had moved so far away from it that any steps back would be manageable#but now?#a majority of American voters just signed off power to a immoral fascist and the party that backed him for decades#they will hold the Supreme Court for decades and even if Trump doesnât try to hold onto power again in four yearsâŚ#âŚI garuantee you that the GOP will have taken this time to solidify their hold on the country and paved the way for their successor#even if voters didnât agree with him but tolerated him they just gave him the keys to the castle#and the last time he was supposed to leave office he attempted a violent coup#the GOP is never giving up power again#fuck fuck fuck
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Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? Pt 2
Part one
It was almost 2 minutes before I realized I was still dragging the crown prince behind me. I quickly dropped his hand and looked at him, not able to hide the embarrassment on my face. Listen- Iâm committed to the bit. I WILL be the crazy jealous fiancĂŠ. But⌠Iâm still human ok. I just dragged a full grown man down several halls and a flight of stairs while I spaced out thinking about how Iâm gonna buy my cat premium wet food once I get back home to her.
Itâs fine, Iâm not flustered at spacing out about my cat, my characters just flustered because sheâs been holding the hand of the man sheâs obsessed with, thatâs all!
âWellâŚ. Did you still want to dine and take that walk?â
I expected him to scold me for my mistreatment of Cressida, grow irritated from me dragging him along like this. Instead, he chuckles and threads his arm in mine, and begins escorting me down the hall.
âAbsolutely, have you dined outside by the roses yet? Thereâs this lovely pavilion that I am eager to hear your thoughts on.â
And thatâs how I found myself under an impressive array of roses, all trained up and around a cozy dining area, creating a canopy of green and pink over an intimate tea table. The food was equally impressive, I had to keep reminding myself that the other me is used to this lavish lifestyle, to not gawk at the fancy tiny sandwiches and deserts.
âWell? Is everything to your liking? â
Iâm going off script here, how am I supposed to know how the villainess would react to a romantic scene like this?? If my âevil crazyâ side isnât supposed to be directed at him, and sheâs usually kinda distant and unsure around himâŚ. That means I should probably respond pretty curtly, polite, yet not really engaging. ButâŚ. Iâve already messed that upâŚ. I guess I can be more genuine when itâs the two of us like this. He can think that this version of me is the facade, that Iâm pretending to be pleasant, and then will start to see what a jerk âIâ truly am when Cressidaâs around. BesidesâŚ. I almost feel bad for the villainess. She really just seems like she was shy. Who knows- maybe, if given the opportunity, she really would have opened up more. Itâs clear she loved the prince, and just didnât know how to show it. So, with that thought, I made up my mind.
âItâs breathtaking! Roses are my favorite flower, and Iâve never seen so many kinds in bloom at onceâŚ. Plus the food and company leave little to be desired.â
There you go- slip in some subtle flirting! Iâm not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be, but I get the impression flirting as bit more high class here, and I think I can have some fun with that.
âIâm glad, to be honest I was a bit flustered asking you to dine with me⌠you caught me quite off guard today, but in a good way.â He reaches his hand across the table and places it on my own, âIâd like to do this more often, you and I. I feel like the confines of our current arrangement have left us practically strangers, despite being engaged for several months already. Iâm enjoying just being companionable with you, even if itâs just existing comfortably in the same room.â
Ohhhh, I know Iâm the villain in this story but I canât help but root for him- what a sweetheart! Itâs so obvious heâs been lonely, I canât wait for him and Cressida to fall in love and have a couple of kids that theyâll spoil rotten. And in the meantimeâŚ. Maybe I do have a bit of evil in me, because Iâm going to selfishly enjoy this handsome man treating me to lunches under roses and reading in cozy libraries while I can.
âI know exactly how you feel your highness. Now, you mentioned a walk?â
We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting, and it felt nice to chat without worrying too much about my role. He asked me about that book I picked out earlier, and listened attentively as I caught him up with where Iâm at in the plot. In turn, I asked about what papers heâs been signing, documents heâs been drafting, etc.
The only thing I had to do was send glares to any young ladies we passed, settling my hand on his arm possessively, and I saw their eyes widen and faces disappear behind fans as they whisper to one another. I can picture this illustrated in a manhwa- the nasty princess sinking her claws into the gullible prince⌠hopefully all these ladies will start gossiping and we can really cement this evil persona of mine now that Cressidaâs here.
When we returned to our separate apartments, I explored my rooms a bit until servants came to get me ready for dinner, and I slipped back into the frigid bitch persona. The servant girls dressed me in a slightly stuffy gown, but I had to admit, I looked gorgeous. I sat stiff and straight as they did my hair, forcing myself to be the very picture of cold indifference. I then dismissively thanked them for their help, then sat there awkwardly as they stared at me like I was crazy.
Ohhhh shitâŚ. The original story hadnât prepared me for this. My character was a villain, yes, but a side character for the most part! How was she supposed to act towards her servants? I went over what I knew- the novel showed the villainess alone quite often, usually obsessing over Eric and plotting/stalking. It showed her with Eric, and how distant and awkward their relationship was when together. And then of course the numerous scenes with Cressida where the Villainess did all sorts of heinous things to the sweet girl. But⌠it never depicted her with servants, or even any friends or other nobles. Just⌠Eric and Cressida. Was other me not actually a bitch all the time? Am I being unnecessarily rude right now? Oh god Iâm such an idiot.
The story is told through Cressidaâs point of view- of course thereâs more depth to my own character than I initially thought! The Villianess must be a misunderstood introvert! Unsure of how to act around her crush, sheâs fiercely insecure and jealous of this new girl who doesnât struggle the same way she does. When she notices the prince slipping from her grasp, she acts out against Cressida because she canât bear to lose Eric!
As someoneâs whoâs worked minimum wage jobs and struggled with social anxiety most of my life, I try to be nice to the people just working to survive, but here I am acting like these poor women are the dirt beneath my shoeâŚ. Ok. Um. Well theyâre still standing there in shock, I can fix thisâŚ.
âYou really did a lovely job⌠my hair has never looked so gorgeous, youâre truly talented! And I think the prince will be very pleased with this choice of ribbon!â
There- I was nicer, and I brought it back to Eric, so Iâm still the lovesick fiancĂŠ whose entire world is waiting for her in the dining room. I frowned as the servants scuttled out of the room with hurried excuses, all of them looking like they were about to faint. Damn it⌠I canât believe I misread the relationship between us. I probably just ruined their night by being uncharacteristically rude. Iâve gotta learn their names next timeâŚ. Maybe ask them to help me eat some fancy pastries as an apologyâŚ?
I didnât know it, but while I was lamenting how wrong I was about the Villainessâ character, the servants were all gossiping to the others about what had just transpired.
âYouâre telling me she said THANK YOU!?â
âYes!!! And then you should have seen how nervous she got! She just rambled, blurting out such a sweet compliment, and she even tied it back to the prince!â
âI had no idea how precious she was⌠I canât believe I never realized sheâs just shy! In a new place, all alone aside from her new fiancĂŠâŚ. Who I gather sheâs got a bit of a crush on! Poor dear.â
âOhh our sweet girl, Iâm sure it must be hard bonding with the prince, when all you do is sit yards apart and hardly speak âŚâ
âWell I may have some news about that⌠and itâs no wonder she was a bit flustered today, because I saw the two of them in the gardens today! They were both nothing but smiles- absolutely smitten with one another!â
âSuch a lovely girl, and we never knew it all this time!â
Apparently, I had it backwards. The real villainess truly was a 2D, basic character. She was insecure and possessive over the prince, bullying Cressida half to remind her who Eric belonged to, half for the fun of it. But she didnât let on to anyone about the true depth of her love for him. She didnât gossip to her handmaid, didnât ask the servants which dress he would like better. Simply acted as if they did not exist, hardly saying a word to them.
While I thought my blunt âthank youâ was colder than they were used to, and then tried to smooth things overâŚ. It was more words than theyâd heard from me in the whole time Iâd lived in the palace. They lapped it up and declared me their own shy little dove after that.
When I arrived to dinner, I realized why daily dinners werenât exactly a bonding activity for the villainess and Eric. The table was massive, and only held two chairs, one at either end. It felt soâŚ. Cold?
Eric had beat me there, and quickly stood up from his seat, waiting until I sat and a servant pushed in my chair to retake his own seat. He smiled at me and said,
âGood evening, princess.â
He had to project his voice slightly. It wasnât like he was shouting or being loud, it was just the manner of speaking you use when talking to an elderly relative, clearer, and enunciating better so they could hear you.
I replied back, projecting my voice similarly, and found the conversation was, in fact, more awkward than it had been earlier. We ate our food mostly in silence, occasionally one of us would say something and the other would stop moving their utensils on their plate, listening closer as they ask,
âWhatâs that?â
By the time dinner was over and we each went to bed, I felt drained. I could have just been louder I suppose- but itâs so hard to keep up a conversation like that. I know we get along- we had chatted all afternoon after all. But some part of me realized itâs probably good to keep a bit of distance between us, even if Iâve rewritten things to be a bit chummier between the two of us. Cressida needs to swoop in and steal him from me⌠and my job is still to leave that room for her to do so.
Itâs hard trying to be someone else, yet also making sure you lead the plot in the right direction- itâs exhausting! I feel like both director and actress!
Itâs with this in mind that I launch myself into the softest bed Iâd ever felt, and passed out. My first day as princess consort, the Yandere fiancĂŠ, complete.
While I was getting acquainted with my feather bed, Eric was speaking with the head waitstaff.
âYes, tomorrow, would you mind adjusting the seating situation? Iâd like for the princess consort and I to be closer together from now on. Yes, and ask my assistant to arrange my schedules like so, Iâve detailed it here. Thank you.â
At the same time, Cressida was recounting her run in with the prince and I to her handmaiden as she finishing unpacking and settling into her familyâs guest apartments. Which, unbeknownst to me⌠was right across the hall.
Aaaa! You survived your first day! And look at you- doing suuuuch a good job staying true to character. Nothing could go wrong⌠right?
Tag list for the series;
@bitternsweet @tonightwrites @confused-they @lanxianschoenheit @poptrim @siriuslyobsessedwithfiction @one-really-annoying-tree-rat @anonymousdisco @forbidden-sunlight
Tag list closed! Stay tuned for part 3!
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Unexpected Affections
Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader Tag List
Synopsis: With just a smile, you had managed to bewitch and enthrall the stoic and cold prince.Â
Warnings: Sunshine x Grumpy Trope, ÂżSofter Aemond?, ÂżSimp Aemond?, Jealousy, Mature, 18+, Fingering, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (f receiving), Overstimulation, Not Proof Read
Word Count: 7,287
A/N: Really milking softer Aemond bc I'm pretty sure I'm going to take a break from him once s2 is released.
Heâs broken beyond repair. Too far gone to be saved. Aemond knew fully well that is how the others see him. The boy who had his eye taken was never the same. Darkness was his only solace, the walls too far up that no one dared to scale it and reach the true himâ simply taking the dark and villainous scrap of his true self that he was willing to give. All seemed to give up on himâ simply let him drown in his darkness, except you.Â
Like all things good, you came unexpectedly. You were a mere visitor from Highgarden, a noble lady who came with your lord father as he tended to business in the capitol. Aemond could never understand how you looked at everything and everyone with rose-colored glasses, but he supposed he should be grateful because if that trusting naivety in you were lost, your light would never come close to his looming darkness.Â
âWho is that?â Aemond asked his familyâs most trusted knight, Ser Criston Cole. Your figure caught his attention; it was as if you were floating along the gardens of his home. A small smile on your face and flowers adorned in your hair. He stood near the balcony, discussing important business with the knight, when his train of thought was lost and captured by your mere presence. âLady Tyrell, her father has business here with the crown,â the knight said absentmindedly. Aemond nodded and took one last glance at you before walking away.Â
The thought of you was quickly forgotten by the prince. He saw your presence as just another to add to the list of nobles at court who cowered upon his stature. However, you lingered in the back of his mind as he often saw glimpses of you walking through the halls of his home. Aemond stood in the gardens once more, this time waiting for his sister and her children when he caught your eyes. He waited for fear and apprehension to present themself in your orbs, the same reactions he would elicit from everyone. However, the prince was taken aback as you smiled at him. A small, respectable smile before you stole your eyes and continued to your promenading.
Aemond blinked his eye rapidly, trying to discern if he saw correctly or if it was a cruel trick made by his impaired vision. Aemond pursed his lips as he felt himself walk towards where you had passed. There was this odd pull about youâ more than your beauty; if it was just that, a comely face was never one to put the prince in a trance. It was an ethereal element that beguiled Aemond quickly. He had not even spoken to you, yet you had already managed to put such an effect on him.Â
He watched from a distance as you bent down and assessed a flower, your fingers caressing the velvety petal and bringing it to your nose to discern the fragrance of it. Aemond felt that pull once more, his feet carrying him closer to you. When you stood straight, your brows raised in surprise as you had noticed you were no longer alone. âMy prince,â You greeted with a curtsy, his silvery locks the warning sign that you spoke to royalty. Aemond was rendered silent, his mind already spinning at the sound of your voice. What was this? He could not explain what had overcome him. You bit your lip as no greeting left the princeâs lips, him only staring at you with an unreadable expression on his angular face. âAre⌠are you well, my prince?â You asked, daring to step closer and take hold of his arm to examine if he was truly well.Â
You watched as his lips parted and closed, no sound leaving it. âPerhaps you should find some shade; the heat may be too unbearable,â You say quietly and never take your hold off his arm, guiding him towards the shade of a willow tree in concern. Aemond was screaming at himself on the inside, hating that he was making a fool of himself, that he couldnât even speak, simply letting you guide him towards the shade and making him sit on a bench. Your concern for his well-being consumes your face and his being. âDo you wish for refreshment, perhaps wââ Aemond shook his head as he finally regained his senses.Â
You chewed on your cheek as the prince stood. âI am fine; I apologize for theâ the intrusion, Lady Tyrell,â He said stoically, and you shook your head and smiled at him. âNo need for apologies, my prince; no intrusion was made. But are you certain that you are well⌠you look a bit pale, my prince.â You say and quickly regret it as your mind reminds you that maybe that was just his true complexion. You swallowed thickly as you saw him pursed his lips, fearing that you had offended the prince. Aemond did not know how to take this concernâ this kindness that he was never the receiver of. âI am quite well; good day, my lady.â He walked away in haste as he feared that if he stayed longer in your presence, he would make a further fool of himself. You stood there in confusion; your lips parted as the prince almost ran from you.Â
The thought of you haunted Aemond until the night, his arm still tingling from where you had placed your touch. He replayed the scene in his mind over and over again, trying to convince himself that your concern was fictitiousâ that it was a ploy to be in the good graces of the prince. But as he recalled the way your eyes bore into his, nothing but sincerity was evident in your orbs. How are you this kind? To a stranger, no less. Aemond was restless as he lay in his bed; his mind kept conjuring your interaction in the gardens, refusing him any other thought than you.Â
When morning came, Aemond had made great lengths to avoid you, silently embraced as he had made a fool of himself in the gardens. As his training ended, Aemond tried to find reprieve from the loud keep in the library. Aemond believed he was successful in his avoidance of you, but as he stood by the threshold of the silent room, he saw, as you were seated in one of the chairs, a book in your hand as you silently read. His presence was still not noticed. He could easily slip away and be successful in his avoidance of you, yet, just like the other days, his body could not help but be pulled towards you.Â
When you noticed a presence standing before where you sat, you flickered your gaze upward and locked eyes with the prince once more. âPrince Aemond,â You acknowledge and move to stand to greet him, but he silently raises his hand and hinders your actions. You copied his silence as he took the seat across from you. You traveled your gaze through the library, uncertain what to say or do. âI hope you are feeling better,â You say quietly. Aemond licked his lips as he was subjected to your dazzling presence once more; even though he had willed himself to avoid it, it seemed you were inevitable.Â
âI am; I was simply tired,â He said, making certain to place coldness in his tone, hoping it would deter you and no longer present him with your kindness he stubbornly took as deception. Aemond felt his breath catch as you gave him another smile. A relieved smile for his well-being that was so genuine that he could not stubbornly convince himself that it was not.Â
You stayed silent as you felt that that was what the prince preferred. You tried to return to your reading, but his velvety voice sounded through the room. âWhat business did you have here?â He asked. Aemond was testing you, presenting you with his cold and calloused self to see if it would have any effect on you just like it did the other. He watched calculatingly as your lips parted, and he found trouble to remove his gaze from your plush lips. âIf I am being honest, I am not quite certain, my prince.â You said truthfully. You watched him raise his brow at you to explain further. âMy father has business he needed to tend to here, but he had not disclosed to me the reason for it or why I needed to join.â Aemond nodded and watched as your eyes were never removed from his gaze, surprised that you could hold onto his intensified stare.Â
âSo you have no purpose here?â He asked harshly. He expected a frown or a look of offense on your face, but he watched as you smiled as if you were amused and shrugged, âI suppose not.â Aemond stayed silent and continued to asses you as you returned to your reading.Â
âDo you like philosophy, Prince Aemond?â You asked after a stretch of silence, unable to bear the eerie and suffocating quiet. Aemond took a moment before he answered your query that no one had been interested in asking him before. âI do,â Another small smile appeared on your lips as you nodded. âThen have you perhaps read this? I have been mulling over the proposition of the archmaester for days now, but I cannot seem to comprehend it fully,â You say and turn the book you read towards him. Your fingers brushed as the prince took the book from your hands, and you could not hinder the chill that ran down your spine as you felt his cold, calloused fingers against yours.Â
You listened earnestly as the prince began to speak and explain the proposition you had trouble comprehending, going to great lengths to explain his thoughts on it, assisting and receiving any questions you had. Aemond paused in his explanation, feeling as if his mouth had gone dry by his prolonged speaking. He turned to the window and saw as the once high sun began to set; he returned his gaze to you, your chin resting on your palm as you had listened to his every word, clinging onto every syllable he had uttered. Aemond gulped as he realized his mistake. He had revealed too much of him; too much of his thinking was poured out in his explanation of philosophy. âI must take my leave,â he suddenly said, disregarding that he was in the middle of explaining another philosophical theory that was different from the first you had inquired about.Â
âOh,â You said and straightened in your seat. Aemond wanted to frown as he detected disappointment in your tone and eyes. That cannot be, can it? Why would anyone be disappointed in his departure? âGood day, my prince,â You curtsied as you stood, not wanting to take more of his time. Aemond began to walk away, cursing himself for his actions, but he halted by the door as you spoke. âThank you for your explanations⌠they were quite enlightening,â You said, and Aemond turned to you; the smile returned to your lips as you looked at him gratefully. Were you truly thankful? Thankful for him? Was that even a possibility? Aemond gave a curt nod and willed himself to walk away from you.Â
You were in the gardens once again. You were terribly homesick, and the gardens of the Red Keep were the only resemblance of your home that you could cling to. You were walking distractedly, a buzzing bee following you around as the flowers in your hair attracted the insect. You tried to squat it away, afraid to get stung when you accidentally missed a step, losing your balance, and were met with the cobbled floor of the gardens. Your jaw slacked in pain, and you tried to stand, your cheeks burning in embarrassment that someone may have seen your ungraceful fall. There was a stone by your side, and you tried to hoist yourself upon it, hissing as you accidentally placed pressure on your swollen ankle, but you were determined to stand and walk back to the keep to ask for assistance. Â
Unbeknownst to you, Prince Aemond had been observing you from above the gardens, and the moment he saw the sight of you falling, he made hastened steps to reach you. âMy lady,â He called, trying to hide his panting, and approached you as if he had only stumbled upon your presence. You sat before a rock, and he noticed you hiding your injured limb from his view, âMy prince,â Aemond watched in slight awe as you still tried to stand and curtsied before him, still holding onto formalities even though you were clearly hurt.Â
âAre you well?â This time, it was now Aemond to ask the question. You placed a tight smile on your lips, pretending that your injury was not at all bothering you. âI am fine, and you, my prince?â You asked, trying to speak of pleasantries. You shifted your weight on your uninjured leg and, for once, hoped that the prince would leave. âAre⌠are you certain?â Aemond inquired, wondering why you would pretend. âY-yes,â You stuttered, and Aemond narrowed his eye.Â
You sighed and placed your head on the ground. âI⌠I tripped, and I think my ankle is injuredâ but I do not wish to bother you, my prince. I can wait for the swelling to subside.â Aemond frowned at your words. How were you so concerned about his well-being but not your own? Aemond shook his head and stepped closer to you, silently scooping you in his arms. âWhâ My prince!â You said in shock as you were stiffly settled into the hold of Prince Aemond. Your arms circled around his neck to stabilize yourself. âYou donâtâ I could have just waited for a squire or maid to assist me,â You said in a slight panic and could not even bear to look at the prince in embarrassment. âYou are clearly in pain,â Was all he said as he carried you back inside the castle walls, the both of you earning strange glances from the members of the court.Â
Aemond returned you to your assigned chambers, trying to ignore the erratic beating of his still heart and the tingles on his skin from where he felt your touch. He placed you gently onto a settee, inhaling a whiff of your scent, and he felt intoxicated. He placed a respectable distance between you as the both of you waited for the maester he ordered a squire to fetch. Your gaze was still planted on the floor, and Aemond noticed the flush on your cheeks and the harsh bit you had on your lip, embarrassment clearly evident in you.Â
âI did not wish to bother you, my prince.â You say quietly, your tone heavy with guilt. Aemond could only hum a response, clueless as to why you were apologizing. The maester finally arrived, and Aemond stood by the side as he oversaw the maester, tending your injury. You tried to keep your pained reactions to a minimum as you felt conscious of the princeâs presence, but you could not help but hiss in pain, and your face contorted in discomfort as the Maester tried to move your injury. Aemond swallowed thickly as he himself was overcome with a phantom pain by the mere observation of yours.Â
âWill it heal, maester?â He asked in concern, stepping forward. âYes, my prince, it is only a swollen ankle; it shall heal by the morrow,â The old man spoke and stood, placing a cold, damp towel upon your injury, and you reached forward to secure its place. Aemond gave a nod, and his eye followed the maester who exited your chambers, leaving the door open. Aemond returned his gaze to you, your eyes finally meeting his, and he once again felt his breath caught in his throat as you smiled at him.Â
âThank you for your assistance and kindness, my prince,â You say gratefully, and Aemond felt his knees weak. No one had ever called him kind before. As always, you were met with his silence, but you dared say you were getting used to it. After a few moments of Aemond trying to comprehend your words, he gave a curt nod. âI shall leave you to rest; good day, my lady.â He said and willed himself to walk away from your presence he did not wish to leave.Â
Another day had passed, and Aemond had not seen a glimpse of your presence he had been trying to avoid just the day before. He had the urge to knock upon your door and to see how you were faring with your recovery, but he placed great restraint on himself as his mind deemed it inappropriate. So he waited another day. He stood by the gardens, his eye assessing every passerby as he waited for you. He had been stood by the balcony like a statue for the better part of the morning, but your presence had not been noted.Â
Aemond decided to walk around the castle, passing along every corridor in search of you and ready to act surprised as you two would eventually encounter once more. It was nearing sundown, and he had not seen a glimpse of you. Perhaps she is still resting. His mind told him, but Aemond was not entirely sold by that reasoning.Â
The prince attended his familyâs supper in his motherâs chambers. He sat quietly in his seat and saw the aggravated and tired faces of his mother and grandsire as they came to the table late. âWe apologize for our tardiness; the small council has been overburdened by a matter.â The queen explained as she took her seat. âWhat matter?â Aemond asked, always curious about the dealing made. âThe crown cannot afford to pay the dues it owes to House Tyrell⌠it is too great a sum, and the lord has threatened to withhold back crops for the upcoming winter if we do not pay their price.â The hand spoke, and Aemond pursed his lips, knowing that the debt to your house had been since the time of the conqueror.Â
âSurely they could be reasoned withâ they would not want to offend the rulers of Westeros,â Aemond said quietly and heard his mother sighed deeply. âPerhaps, but no meetings and negotiations can be made at the moment, for they had already left late last night.â Aemondâs hold on his fork tightened as he heard the words. You had gone without even a goodbye.
âI just do not know what we can offer to match their hefty sum,â the lord hand said and downed his wine. Aemond traveled his gaze around the table, his sibling not at all listening to the matter. âOffer me,â Aemond spoke, and he felt all eyes shift toward him. He turned to his mother, the queenâs lips agape in shock at his words. âThe crown does not have money to pay our debtâ then is it not a custom to offer marriage instead?â He asked rhetorically; the practice was made for centuries, but the price was usually paid with a princess, not a prince.Â
âAemond, mere debts are not paid with a prince.â The queen said. âBut it is not just a mere debt, now is it, mother? The Tyrells had as well placed a threat to the kingdomâs security over this winterâ and the mere debt you speak of has been established since the age of the conqueror,â Aemond turned to his grandsire, who he knew would understand his proposition. The Hand pondered over his grandsonâs words. âBut you are set to marry the Baratheon girl,â Alicent countered, and Aemond scoffed.Â
âWe owe nothing to the Baratheons, and do you not think that this matter looms greater?â He asked, âLord Tyrell only has a daughter, does he not? In time, the seat shall pass onto me as well, alike with the arrangements with Lord Borros. And with this, the crown will no longer be indebted to their house,â Aemond said, determined to see you once more. âThat is a most favorable solution,â The hand commented, quite content by his grandsonâs proposition. The queen sighed and took a moment to think of the proposal. âVery well then,â she sighed, and Aemond hindered the smirk threatening to slip his lips.Â
âI shall draft the proposal tonight and send a messenger to Highgarden first thing tomorrow,â Otto said in finality. âNo need, I shall offer the proposal myself in person,â Aemond said, and he saw apprehension in his motherâs eyes, disbelief by his decision, but none hindered him.Â
It was afternoon the following day when he had reached High Garden, Aemond riding atop his dragon through the morning, eager to reach his destination, you. âMy prince,â Lord Tyrell greeted him by the gates of their castle. âWhat business is so urgent that the prince of the realm had to fly his dragon all over here to the reach?â They had not even reached inside the castle walls when Lord Tyrell could no longer hinder his curiosity.Â
âIt is the matter of the crownâs debt,â Aemond replied, his eye scanning the halls in search of you. He heard your father reply with an âoh,â clearly anticipating the conclusion of the matter. âIs the crown ready to pay us the price owed?â Aemond hummed as he passed a portrait of you hung on the wall of your home, his eye entranced by the picture. âIn a way,â The prince danced upon the matter momentarily. âIn lieu of a payment, the crown is prepared to offer a marriage,â Aemond stated and watched concussion flush over your fatherâs face.Â
âWith respect, my prince, but that is an insulting offer. The crown has owed my house a great sum accumulated since the age of conquest!â Lord Tyrell seethed, and Aemond gritted his jaw. âI believe you are too hasty with your outburst, my lord. The crown is offering a union between me and your daughterâ an opportunity for your only child to be a princess⌠your grandchildren having the Targaryen name.â Lord Tyrell shook his head, âMy daughter is already bound to marry anotherâ titles are one thing, my prince, but there is still a debt to be paid.â Aemond felt the fire in his veins awaken at your fatherâs words. You are to be bound to another; that cannot be. You cannot be anyone elseâs when you had consumed his entire beingâ when you had presented him with such hope and kindness that he was certain he would find in no one else. You could never be not his.Â
Aemond licked his lips, certain that the words he would utter would be a gamble. âVery well then⌠a counteroffer, my lord. The crown cannot fully pay your price, so we offer a royal marriage and a fourth of the sum owed to you,â Aemond said, assessing the father's reaction as he mulled over the proposition. âI shall need time to reach a decision,â Lord Tyrell finally spoke after a long pause. âOf course,â Aemond agreed. âFor the meantime, you are welcome to the halls of High Garden, Your Highness.âÂ
Aemond waited as your father disappeared from his view before he went on his search for you. He walked through the unfamiliar corridors and found himself being led outside towards the gardens where he wagered you would be. When he saw you seated by a fountain, a smirk curled on his lips. However, it was quick to fade as he had noticed you were not alone. Aemond made furious steps towards you to announce his presence.Â
You were conversing with another when you felt your skin tingling and the familiarity of a cold gaze upon you. You turned to your side, and your eyes widened as you saw the prince approaching. You blinked slowly, trying to discern if your mind was playing a cruel trick. But when the prince stood an armâs length away from you, where you could see him clearly, you knew that it was not a trick. âMy prince,â You say almost breathlessly, curtsying lowly before the son of the king.Â
âHow⌠what brings you here, your highness?â You asked, disregarding the earlier presence you were with. âBusiness for the crown,â He replied, eyeing the man who stood beside you. You turned your eyes toward where the prince placed his gaze intensely. âOh, my prince, this is Prince Martin Martell,â You introduced, and you felt Martin stepped forward and bowed. âMartell? Are you not a long way from Drone?â Aemond gritted as he let out his hand to shake the princeâs hand. He wanted to smirk as he saw the manâs tanned face twist into a wince before quickly masking it. âYes, my prince, I come as a suitor for my lady,â He explained, and Aemond pursed his lips at his words.Â
You licked your lips as you suddenly felt the fresh air become tense, âWould anyone like some tea?â You suddenly interrupted the intense gazes of the two princes, walking in between them as you made your way toward a nearby table that had the afternoonâs refreshments. Aemond tapped his finger on the table, his eye shifting between you and your intended whilst you poured tea into everyoneâs cup. âIf I may ask, what business warrants your presence here, Prince Aemond?â Prince Martin inquired, and Aemond reluctantly shifted his attention from you, who was licking sugar from your fingers.Â
âA proposal for House Tyrell,â he said bluntly, swallowing thickly as your lips parted at the mention of your house. âWhat proposal, if I may ask,â Your turn to inquire. Aemond licked his lips and debated if he should give you the true manner of his visit. âA proposal for you, my lady, to be a princess of Westeros.â You feel dazed by his words, your body freezing in shock, and you seem to forget how to breathe.Â
Aemond looked at you expectantly, trying to search for any reaction in your eyes other than the pronounced shock. You were saved from his expectation of a reply when you heard your father calling for you. âIâ excuse me, my princes,â You say in a haste and hurriedly went to your fatherâs call.Â
âWhat is happeningâ the prince just informed me of his proposalâ in front of Prince Martell!â You panicked, recalling the scene to your father with wide eyes. You watched as your father paused his lips, an aggravated sigh leaving his nose. âBold of him to inform you of such proposals when I had not even given him my reply.â You shook your head and warily turned to the gardens, where you saw two princes seated by a distance.Â
âWhere did this proposal come from? I⌠I do not understand,â You whispered, recalling your days in the Red Keep; the moments with the prince that you tried to sell to yourself were meaningless to him. However, you supposed you sold yourself with a lie because those moments were enough for him to ask for your hand. Hope was dangerously blooming in your heart, emotions, and festering feelings you tried hard not to succumb to for the past days, now inevitable.Â
âThe proposal comes because the crown cannot pay the debt due to us⌠instead, they are offering a marriage between you and the prince and a fourth of the sum owed,â The hope that was dangerously blooming and had rooted itself in your heart quickly wilted, willing yourself not to show disappointment on your face. âOh,â Was all you could utter. âWhat is your decision then?â You asked quietly as your father guided you further into the walls of your home.Â
âYour courtship with Prince Martell has been settled for three years since your sixteenth name day, but no formal betrothals are in place, and we are in no obligation to the Martells,â Your father stated as you two walked along the corridors. âBut Sunspear is a long way from here,â Your father added, âAnd though Kingslanding is closer, and if I were being honest, I would prefer you to be a princess of the whole of the seven kingdoms rather than just Dorne,â You twirled with your hair as you listening into your fatherâs musing. âBut this marriage is just a way out of their hefty debt,â You nodded along and waited for your father to decide.Â
âSo? Which one of them?â You asked as you needed an answer, your nerves growing unbearable. Your father took in a deep breath, âI shall leave that decision to you⌠it is you who shall marry one of them; the money is not truly that much of a concernâ it was simply a bargaining tool for the crown to remember how indebted they were to us,â Your father explained, and your lips parted as you were given a daunting task.Â
âCan I speak with Prince Aemond for a moment? I⌠it isâ I need to speak with him,â you say, and your father gives the nod, âI shall have him meet you in the drawing room,â You waited nervously for the prince, your mind running as to what to say to him. You stood when the prince entered the room, your lips parting, ready to speak something you were uncertain of, but Prince Aemond spoke first.Â
âI know this is quite abrupt,â Aemond spoke and dared to step close to you, trying not to grow distracted by your mere ethereal presence. âIt is my prince,â You agreed. âCould I just ask why?â Aemond frowned at your words; it was quite a straightforward proposal. âThe crown owes your house,â He said matter of factly, âI know, but we ask for coins or land but not a marriage,â Aemond licked his lips, âAnd I am aware that the marriage is a substitute. However, you would understand that no one would be that inclined to accept a proposal just because the one giving the proposal is in debt.âÂ
âIs this a rejection?â Aemond took another step, closing most of the gap between you. He was aware that he was scowling severely, scarily even, but you did not seem to be frightened, a first for anyone he had encountered. âMore of a question,â Aemondâs brows raised at your words. âWell, itâs clear that this proposal is just an obligation for you, and if I am being honest⌠I prefer someone who would not see a mere business dealing.âÂ
âAll marriages are business dealings,â You pursed your lips at the princeâs words. âI supposed they are⌠but not every marriage is just a business dealing.â Aemond licked his lips, and the both of you were enveloped in silence. âI guess what Iâm saying is⌠I would not feel inclined to choose someone who proposes because it is their obligation,â You say slowly, surprised that you managed to come across your answer. If it were any other situation where the crown was not indebted to your house, you would accept the proposal eagerly, but your heart idealistic heart yearned for someone who wanted you truly and did not see you as a mere opportunity.Â
âMy lady, I think you have gotten the wrong idea here,â You furrowed your brows as all were clear to you. The proposal was just an obligation⌠isnât it? âNo one forced me into this proposal; the queen could not find a solution. This marriage had not even crossed her mindâ IâŚâ Aemond passed as you waited on bated breath for his explanation. âI have offered the marriage not because of duty or a way for the crown to escape their debt but because⌠Iâ I want you. I want you to be my wife.âÂ
You looked at him with clear apprehension, and Aemond actually believed that you would flash him your sweet smileâ perhaps a blush on your cheeks as he had said words so unlike him. âYou want me?â You asked incredulously, and Aemond nodded, boldly taking your hands into his. âBut why? We barely know each other?â You asked. Frowning as your eyes go downwards toward your hands clasped with the princeâs cold ones. âWhy?â Aemond asked in disbelief you would ask such a question? You nodded.Â
âBecause I just do,â Aemond licked his lips as it would appear that that was the wrong answer, watching as you stole away your hand and your lips turned into an adorable pout he was very much tempted to kiss. âIâ Because you are pretty, overly pretty,â Aemond spoke and hoped that would sway your mind, but that seemed even to offend you. âAnd because you are knowledgeable, I have never met anyone who had the same philosophical interests as me,â Aemond quickly added, and he wanted to smile as that lessened your frown.Â
âAnd most of all, because you are kind. You are⌠you are not one to judgeâ you came to Kingslanding without any criticism or fear of me. You actually saw me as an actual person and notâŚâ Aemond trailed as he felt a sense of relief as he said the words he thought none could ever compel him to do so. âNot like a weapon?â You almost laughed as you often heard others allude to him as such. Aemond nodded and took your hands into his once more.Â
âYou want me because I was kind and took an interest in you?â You asked, making certain that was his reasoning. Aemond nodded and dared to tuck a stray hair that obstructed his view of your face. âIf that is all that it took, what if then another comes along and presents you with such kindness and interest⌠am I simply to be set to the side?â Aemond sighed and cupped your cheek as he felt his stomach twist at your words and at the look of doubt in your enchanting eyes. âWhat ifââ You were ready to voice out another doubting scenario, but your lips were kissed shut.Â
You feel heat bloom into your cheeks, and you are stunned as you feel the princeâs thin and cool lips upon yours. Your eyes were wide at the sudden contact, but they fluttered to a close as you savored the feel and taste of him. âI do not know what more to say to quench the doubts in you⌠but you must know, I have never felt such a wayâ I have never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want you.â Aemond whispered against your lips as you breathed heavily, your body feeling afloat and alight.Â
âThe situation is not the most favorable one; believe me, I understand your qualmsâ but it is the only opportunity I had to make you mine,â You feel liquid fill your stomach, and words cannot find you. The only thing you could do was go to the tip of your toes and kiss the princeâs lips once more, a chaste kiss than the first, but it was a kiss that gave the prince his answer.Â
Three moons passed before your nuptials were settled. You stood by the door of the great hall, waiting for it to open and lead you to your soon-to-be husband. âAre you certain?â Your father asked as he clasped his arms with yours. You breathed out a laugh and nodded your head eagerly. âI am,â You said with a smile and took a deep breath as you heard the trumpets from the other side of the door.Â
Aemond sighed longingly as he saw the smile on your lips again. The smile that he had never been the receiver of before. The sweet and kind smile that led to all of this.Â
You beamed at your groom as he took your hand into yours, unable to remove your gaze from his unique lilac eye throughout the whole of the ceremony. âI am his, and he is mine,â You recited after the Maester, feeling Aemond lightly squeeze your hand as you said the words, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips. When it was Aemondâs turn, you bit your lip as you felt your smile grow wider, your heart beating loudly in your chest, and delight taking hold of your whole body. âI am hers, and she is mine,â Aemond stated, eye filled with sincerity and promise.Â
You breathed in a deep breath as your husband stepped forward to seal your marriage with a kiss, your cheeks burning as you heard the cheers of your guests. âMy flower,â Aemond whispered against your lips as you parted, his finger brushing away the stubborn lock of your hair once more. You could only smile upon him, your heart in your eyesâ just one act of kindness, a simple smile had been the catalyst for you to find your love.Â
You chewed on your cheek in anticipation as you were being led down the halls by your husband, the bedding ceremony promptly taking place after the feast.Â
Aemond spared no second before claiming your soft, sweet lips once more. Gently pushing you upon a pillar in his chambers to keep you steady and flush against his body. âAemond,â You called as you clung to his neck, his lips trailing downwards and his fingers undoing the laces of your gown. âYouâre all mine, my flower�� forever bound to me, my kind little wife.â Aemond hummed as he tasted your skin, his lips kissing your bare shoulders, the sleeves of your dress draping off. âIâm yours, my prince,â You sighed, but you felt slight dread in your stomach as he clicked his tongue in disapproval and slowly shook his head. âI am your husband⌠you must learn to call me by my name; no more titles and formalities,â Aemond lowly said, wanting to hear his name be uttered from your lips.Â
You nodded, âIâm all yours, Aemond,â You said and whimpered as your husbandâs eye darkened, and he forcefully slammed your lips. You feel your dress pool to the floor as he successfully removes it; he takes hold of one of your thighs and makes you cling to him, leading you to your shared bed. Aemond gently laid you down and parted your lips to admire the view of you sprawled before him. The thin sheet of your shift reveals all to him.Â
You gasped in utter shock as you felt him tear away the thin cover you had, fully exposing you to him. A strained moan left your throat as Aemond dipped down and took one of your tits into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue teasing the bud. You clung to his silvery locks; just that action alone made your core tighten painfully. Aemond smirked as he moved to pay attention to the neglected mound, your hips grinding upon his as you sought friction.Â
âAemond, IâŚâ You called, uncertain of what you wanted, but all you knew was that you needed more. âYes, wife?â He hummed and placed open-mouth kisses upon your stomach. âI⌠Iââ You stuttered, not knowing what to ask. Aemond sighed and moved his head to kiss your lips, âDo you want more⌠do you want to be pleasure, my flower?â He asked, as he could not be so cruel to leave you in such a state for much longer. You eagerly nodded your head.Â
It did not take long for you to be a moaning mess, your eyes rolled back in your head, and your back arched as Aemond placed his mouth upon your cunny. Licking and teasing your folds, âAemond! Oh, gods!â You called in utter pleasure as you felt his thin lips enclose your sensitive bud, sucking and licking it. You battled with your mind-numbing pleasure as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch his actions. He looked up at you, grinning as his fingers teased your undefiled whole. You bit your lip and breathed heavily, boldly taking hold of the leather strap of his eye patch. You saw as his eye darkened, and you hesitated, but Aemond gave a nod.Â
As you removed his eye patch, Aemond pressed his finger into you, your eyes rolling back as you saw his sapphire eye. Aemond returned his lips to your cunt, sucking on the bud as his fingers pumped in and out. He felt your walls clench around the digits and your moans growing louder. Through your closed eyes, you feel him smirk against your skin and curl the digits inside your cuntâ a loud moan leaving your lips as you come undone. Your hips violently move against his face, and the pearl of your cunt hitting gains his angular nose.Â
âOh gods,â You say breathlessly as you feel Aemondâs weight atop of you. You undid the laces of his vest as he removed his trousers. You looked downwards and saw the whole of your husband, his warm, pulsating length resting upon your thigh. The head of his cock weeping a clear liquid. âW⌠will it fit?â You say in disbelief, never having thought that something so phallic could be so⌠large and appealing. âOf course, you were made for me, my flower.â Aemond lowly said and kissed your lips as he aligned himself with your cunt.Â
You dug your nails onto his shoulders as he slowly tore his way through you. Him hushing your cries of pain and kissing away your tears. âIt hurtsâ Aemond, I⌠itâs too much,â You cried, your legs wrapping around his waist. Aemond reached downwards and drew circles upon your cunt to aid your pain. You waited for the pain to bleed into pleasure. Aemond tightly shit his eye as he felt the tip of his cock brush against a rough spot in your cunt, him fully sheathed inside you. He made cautious thrusts, watching as you would acclimatize to his length, and when he saw your eyes roll back, that was his sign to fasten his pace.Â
Aemondâs found your lips once more, muffling your moans and whimpers as his cock was relentlessly hitting the spongy spot in your cunt that made your core come undone over and over again. You were on the verge of your fourth climax, each of them coming quickly after the other, and your thighs started to shiver at the pleasure that had enveloped you fully. âAemond⌠Itâs too much. Iâ husband, I cannot,â You cried as you felt a different sensation, an odd pressure in your core unalike the other times you came. Aemond clenched his jaw as his cock twitched inside your cunt, âJust⌠come for me one more time, my flower,â He gritted as he wanted to coax another peak from you.Â
Aemond laid his thumb flat against your nubbin and rubbed circles once more, your voice already hoarse from your loud moans. âOh⌠Aemond!â You cried as the quivering of your thighs grew, and you felt the pressure in your core come undone; a differing climax from the first three overcame you. Aemond groaned loudly and tilted his head back as he spilled his seed deep in your cunt. You breathed heavily as you tried to comprehend what had happened, wetness pooling between your thighs, and an embarrassed blush spread through your cheeks and neck.Â
Aemond smirked and shook his head, trying to soothe the mortification in your eyes. âI knew you were capable of it,â He hummed and kissed your lips. He knew it was perhaps too much to test your limits in your first night together, but he could not help himself; he needed to have you in such a way. âMy perfect wife,â he hummed against your skin, and your reply came through your tired smile.Â
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TAME THE WOLFF| T.WOLFF
Pairing; Angry!Toto Wolff x Calm!Wife!reader
Summary; A few scenarios in which Toto is angry and frustrated and youâre there to calm him down and save his poor team from his wrath
Warnings; angry Toto.
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It was no secret that during a race weekend Toto could get a littleâŚ.frustrated.
Okay, frustrated was putting it way too lightly, the man got way too passionate about his work and when things didnât go the way theyâre supposed to it was like a volcano was erupting in his mind and he just loses all sense of control leading him to his famous actions of smashing headphones.
The Austrian was already intimidating enough with his tall stature and the confidence he eluded but when he was angry he wasnât just intimidating, he was scary.
The way his dark eyes seemed to turn almost entirely black and how the veins in his forehead throbbed were signs that had the Mercedes team shifting in their seats and the moment he started running his hands down his face was the moment the higher people in the team would get their phones out and call for help.
That help being you.
It had taken a long time for the team to acknowledge the effect you had on their team principle because he never got angry when you attended races but it was when you arrived to races later in the day that they started to see how things changed.
It was one particular day when Toto had arrived to the track already a bit frustrated, whether that was because of your absence or not they didnât know but the pile up of disastrous events had lead to the team principle throwing things and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Then you arrived.
You certainly hadnât expected to walk into the garage and be greeted by your husband in a fit of rage and the entire team stood frozen like petrified animals but the sight of fear on their faces had upset you greatly, especially knowing that it was because of Totoâs, quite frankly unnecessary, tantrum.
You walked over to your husband, who hadnât even noticed you amidst his anger, and gently placed your hand on his arm.
Any member of the team wouldâve called you crazy in that moment, walking over to the beast of a man with no fear on your face when he could have easily turned around and launched you across the room without even thinking.
He had been ready to throw a fist at the person who had the gall to touch him before he saw that it was you, his beloved wife looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes even as he was acting like a brute.
The team had never seen him change personalities so quickly in that moment.
You didnât say anything to him, instead you placed your other hand on his back and guided him away from everyone, you wouldnât have been able to move him by yourself but he allowed you to guide him away with absolutely no argument.
You opened the door of his makeshift office, saying nothing as he strode straight past you without a glance, steam practically spilling from his ears, you could feel the anger radiating off of him.
Apart from his unsettled shuffling the room was filled with an intense silence as you shut the door, simply watching as his chest rose and fell harshly, you could see that he was trying to calm himself down now that he was in your presence but he was struggling to do so and that was only frustrating him further.
"Sit down," you gently instructed him, nodding towards the small sofa pushed up against the wall of the small room.
He wanted to argue but he stopped himself and did as he was told, sitting down on the sofa he buried his face into his hands.
You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around the back of his head, allowing him to lean into your stomach, you ran your hands through his hair.
"I understand youâre stressed and that things arenât going the way you want them too but the way youâre shouting is unfair to the team, they are not your verbal punching bag but youâre treating them as they are."
Toto closed his eyes, releasing a heavy sigh, he wrapped his arms around your body to bring you closer.
He knew you were right, you always were and thatâs what he loved about you, how you were always there to talk some sense into him.
He didnât say anything though, he just held you firmly but gently and used your presence to calm him down.
There were many things he needed to be doing right now but he couldnât find himself to care, right now the most important thing was calming down and spending time with you, no matter how long that took.
When the Mercedes team heard the door to their bossâ office unlock and saw the man himself walk out completely calm with you following shortly after, they were beyond amazed.
It was that day that the members of the team who had your number put you on speed dial in preparation for when an incident like this happened again, which it no doubt would.
"It seems that Toto Wolff is beginning to get a little bit frustrated down in the Mercedes garage."
You couldnât help but roll your eyes at the unnecessary commentary that wasnât helping in the slightest.
Your husband was getting agitated and the nearby team members were nervously glancing in his direction as though they were mentally preparing themselves for him to blow his top.
Instead of waiting for Toto to lose it, you stood behind him and loosely wrapped your arms around him, thumbing at the collar of his shirt.
Everyone around could see the tension immediately release from his body just from your comforting touch.
Toto grabbed one of your hands with his own, stroking his thumb back and forth across your skin, using the motion as a way to ground himself.
The whole garage went silent at the sight of both of their cars spinning off the track in turn 1. What once was going to be a promising race from starting second and third has turned into a disaster in such a short amount of time.
Everyone was utterly speechless as the entire team just sat there staring at their monitors in shock.
But then they actually acknowledged that it was silent and all simultaneously turned towards their boss with confused stares only to see you blocking him from the cameras that were pointing into the garage, leaning down and whispering, what they could only guess were calming, words to him.
Whilst the cameras couldnât see his face, the team could and they could tell he was, rightfully so, furious as the situation, he wasnât shouting or throwing things.
He definitely wanted to but he wasnât.
You werenât really in the mood to be in the garage today surrounded by so much noise to the point you could barely hear yourself think and the smell of fuel so strong it made you nauseous but you still wanted to support your husband as you werenât able to accompany him everywhere he went so you settled in his makeshift office on what was possibly the worlds smallest sofa with your laptop sitting in your lap and your headphones placed over your ears to block out the noise from the team outside and the cars on the track.
It had been hours and you were content in the alone time you were getting, it was just you and your music playing in your ears that you didnât notice the multiple calls you were receiving.
Unbeknownst to you, outside of his office, your husband was kicking off and nothing anyone did or said could calm him down.
The team had never witnessed Toto as angry as he was right now, the veins in his forehead more prominent than ever and whilst most didnât understand the German words coming out of his mouth, they knew he couldnât be saying anything nice.
Bono was trying to get a hold of you for possibly the twentieth time and he was still having no luck, he felt the pressure of the teams eyes on him, begging for the news that youâd be coming knowing that he was only one of a few that had your number and the means to find you right now but he wasnât getting anywhere.
Poor Lewis and George were getting the brunt of the Austrianâs anger and even though they hadnât a clue of what he was saying, they were starting to question the security of their jobs.
Luckily, a mechanic who had just entered the garage and was completely taken aback by the scene in front of him, awkwardly side shuffled to Bono and questioned what was going on. "Heâs acting crazy! I canât get a hold of Y/N."
"Didnât she go straight into his office when they arrived earlier?" The mechanic asked.
Bono looked at him in shock and relief before jumping to his feet and wasting no time as he jogged in the direction of Totoâs office.
It was rude but he didnât bother knocking, he almost cried when he saw you sitting there.
You got the fright of your life as the door burst open but the sight of a frantic Bono caused you to remove your headphones and look at him in confusion.
"Oh thank god youâre here! Totoâs gone mental!"
You released a sigh at his words and pushed your laptop to the side and got up from the sofa. "What for now?"
"I honestly have no idea but if he doesnât calm down soon then Lewis and George might just start crying and Toto looks like heâs about to burst a blood vessel."
The moment you stepped out into the short, narrow corridor you heard your husbands angry German shouting. "Mein Gott," you muttered to yourself.
Entering the main part of the garage you werenât greeted by a pretty sight at all, Bono wasnât overreacting in the way he described Toto, Lewis and George and letâs not forget about the rest of the team.
You headed straight for your husband, not acknowledging the looks of relief you saw build on everyoneâs faces, especially the two driversâ.
You didnât even need to say anything to Toto, you just stood in front of him and looked up at him with a stern gaze that soon got him to shut up but his eyes were still blazing with fury as he looked down at you, you knew his anger wasnât aimed at you, he was just still pent up with emotions.
You nodded in the direction of his office and simply walked away, expecting him to follow after you if he knew what was good for him.
He followed you.
The moment you heard him close the door you turned to him. "This needs to stop."
He looked at you furiously, "how am I supposed to stop when I have two drivers that canât even get through a lap without crashing into each other!"
"Donât you dare talk to me like that, Torger!" Your voice cut through the air as you glared at him which soon caused his face to shift from angry to wounded as you scolded him.
"How hard is it for you to simply sit them down and give them a stern talking to, thereâs no need for the way you completely blow your top, youâre acting like a child throwing a tantrum."
He was still beyond angry, you could see it in his eyes and the way he shifted on his feet and he was about to retort but you cut him off. "I donât want to hear you right now, I want you to sit down in silence and calm down before a single word comes out of your mouth."
He pursed his lips, not at all happy but he did as he was told and sat down in the chair behind the small desk, you didnât spare him a glance as you sat yourself back where you were before Bono came searching for you, pulling your laptop back onto your lap to finish what you had been doing.
It was a good 15/20 minutes later when you heard him get up from his seat and make his way over to you. He sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder causing you to roll your eyes but a smile grew on your face at his actions, you were glad he couldnât see it though.
You continued to carry on with what you were doing, letting him decide how he wanted your conversation to go and so it remained silent for a few more minutes with you and Toto simply sat there, him resting against you simply soaking up the comfort of your presence.
He shifted and pressed a kiss to your temple before returning back to his position. "Are you mad at me?" He asked when you remained silent.
You closed your laptop and put it away before shifting the both of you so you were up straight and looking at each other. "No," you told him honestly, "I just wish you wouldnât let your frustrations get the best of you all the time."
He looked down at your words before looking back into your eyes with a sincere look, "Iâm sorry."
"Itâs okay," you smiled at him, reaching out a hand to brush his hair back. "We just need to find a way for you to keep yourself together."
"Youâre the way," he replied immediately which stunned you and he was okay with that. He pulled you into his arms and you both just sat there.
You could be quite the opposite at times but you were content with that because you would always be there to ground him whenever his emotions got out of control.
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BODY PAINT
the plan for your birthday had been to just go get a tattoo. so howâd you end up getting eaten out too?
pairing: tattoo artist! geto suguru x fem reader
contents: modern au/no curses, pierced/tattoed geto, cunnilingus, pulling his hair, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it đŤľđź), doggy, pet names (pretty girl, cutie, etc.), sucking his fingers, spanking (once), creampie, sorta kinda public sex?
authorâs note: basically just a big self indulgence fic
word count: 5.8k
Portraits and portraits of art pieces covering the walls welcomed you as you stepped inside, the jingle of the bell perched on the front announcing your entrance. From dragons to variations of skullsâsome with roses, lightning, and a couple of the grim reaper. You could easily lose yourself looking at all the different works, staring at how all the different lines came together and how the colors melded into one another.
âWhat're you looking for today?" A low baritone voice interrupted your brief exploration of the parlor. You turned to see a man standing at the counter with pigtails, a black line going across his nose and a couple piercings scattered across his pale face. How was it that you'd missed him upon walking inside?
"I was thinking about getting a tattoo, do you guys happen to accept walk-ins?" You responded, coming up to the counter where the man was standing. Choso, from what his name tag read. "We do, our current tattoo artist's busy though. You mind waiting about.. twenty minutes?"
You supposed it wasn't too bad after showing up without an appointment so you just simply nodded, going over to take a seat in the lobby. There was only one other person sitting on the end of the black sofa, their attention purely on the show playing on the TV mounted on the wall. You went from playing with your fingers to looking over at the TV, attempting to do anything that would make these twenty minutes pass by.
"Hey, go ahead and fill this out. And let me see your ID," Choso came back with a sheet of paper, a consent form. You fished for your ID in the back pocket of your jeans before handing it over to him, starting out with the task of filling out the paper. Signing your initials where it asked you to, reading through the different medical conditions that the paper explicitly listed out.
Your foot bounced against the floor as you waited, sudden nerves starting to hit you all at once now that you were in here. You knew that you wanted a tattoo, you'd been looking forward towards getting it for a few months now. But the little nagging voice inside your head told you that you could barely tolerate a needle at the doctor's office, and that was only for a couple seconds in of itself. How would you tolerate almost an hour of it?
A woman walked out from the back of the parlor, a tattoo of what seemed to be her birth year wrapped up in cling wrap. But your attention was quickly diverted to the man coming out after herâthough, you supposed it would be hard not to stare at him. He was absolutely.. gorgeous. Long dark black hair that practically seemed to shine underneath the harsh lights tied back in a half bun, eyebrow and snake bites piercings accentuating the features of his face, and dark ink adorning his forearms.
"Here's the aftercare sheet, just shoot me a text or something if you have any concerns or anything," the man told the woman before she stepped away from the counter, handing her a white paper. The jingle of the bell echoed behind her as she left, leaving only the four of you alone in the lobby. Maybe this wasn't who Choso was talking about? You couldn't picture yourself or your panties for that matter lasting hours in a room with him.
Though, you probably should've expected as much with your luck.
"You got time for a walk-in?" Choso spoke up, nudging his head towards you when the other man was finished pocketing his tip. The man glanced over at you before pulling his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through it for a couple seconds. "Yeah, I got time," the other man walked over, standing in front of you before extending a hand out, "Geto Suguru." The coldness from the silver rings adorning each of his fingers was a stark difference from how warm his hand seemed to be. You gave him your name, stopping the handshake before it prolonged more than it should've.
More than it already did.
"So, what type of tattoo were you looking for?" Geto pushed his hands in his pockets, standing back to allow for you to get up from the spot. "I'm not too sure how to describe it, but I have a reference photo, if that's okay?" You told him, getting your phone out to go back to your camera roll. "Yeah, that's fine. Just airdrop to me when you find it."
The smell of antibacterial spray filled your nose as you stepped in, the room somehow been more decorated than the one outside. Geto had a couple of his designs up on the wall along with a couple band postersâNirvana, Iron Maiden, and Led Zeppelin being some of the more prominent ones. A couple figures placed on a shelf, photos decorating them as well. "Go on and take a seat. I'll be right there," he told you, opening up one of his drawers.
You took a seat on the leather chair in the middle of the chair, leaning against it before looking over to see what he was doing. "So.. how bad is it supposed to hurt?" You decided to ask, bracing yourself for the worst answer that he could give you. Despite the fact that you knew arm tattoos weren't all that painful from the two hours of research you'd done. "I can't give you a straightforward answer since not everyone has the same pain tolerance. But I'll walk you through the process before I start."
"The first thing I'm gonna do is shave your arm," Geto started off, opening up a pack of razors in front of you. Almost like he wanted to reassure you that everything he was using was new. "Around what area do you want the tattoo?" You opened your arm, gesturing around your inner forearm. Geto shaved the hair around the middle, wiping the residue away with a tissue.
"Next thing I'm gonna do is rub some alcohol on there and put on this cream," he brought up a small container into your line of vision, "It's not numbing cream before you get any ideas. Just so the stencil sticks." The rest of the process had gone relatively fast, the smell of rubbing alcohol filling up the space between the two of you. Geto placed the stencil on your arm, looking over at you to gauge your reaction. "Is this placement okay or do you want me to change it? Don't hesitate to ask, since y'know.. it is kinda permanent."
After a couple minutes of deliberation, Suguru placed the stencil where youâd decided. "So I'm gonna go ahead and put the needle on your arm just to go ahead and see if you can tolerate it," the machine whirred to life with the press of a button, "If you don't think you can tolerate it, just let me know and I'll wipe off the stencil." Geto turned around to face you, the buzzing of the tattoo gun getting louder the closer it got to your arm. All the nerves that you'd felt earlier seemed so silly now. While you felt the pressure of the needle , it was nothing like the excruciating pain you'd heard others have.
You cleared your throat before looking back over at him again, "Yeah, I can handle it." Suguru simply nodded, uncapping the bottle of black ink before almost filling up the small container in front of him. He arranged the small containers almost perfectly aligned to each other, the small work space that he'd set in front of him looking meticulous. Even the napkin that he'd grabbed was neatly folded up in three squares.
You'd almost wished that it was Choso doing the tattoo instead. Because, this, well this simply just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how he managed to look so goddamn pretty just doing the most menial of tasks. The almost intoxicating scent of amber from his cologne filling up your senses with how close he was. You weren't sure if was better or worse for you that he didn't notice just how affected you were, of how much his presence alone was making you want to ditch the whole idea of getting a tattoo.
"You need something to help you relax? I got a couple stress balls hanging around or I could play something on the TV if you want," Suguru sat down on the rolling chair next to you, already grabbing the TV remote next to you. "Can you just play something, please?" Geto flickered through a couple of the channels available, settling on what was on the TV mounted outside. Not particularly your first choice, but enough to get your mind off the tattoo, at least.
And to get your mind off the very attractive man next to you trying to do his job.
"So, any meaning behind this tattoo or you just decided you wanted to get it?" Suguru broke the silence, though his focus was purely on tracing the piece of work in front of him. "Just saw it on Pinterest and I related to it a bit. Well, that and the design itself seemed pretty to me," you offered, staying still and keeping your attention on the TV. "I can follow the design that you showed me or I could try to improve on it. That is, if you have trust in my abilities," he spoke up after a couple seconds, purple eyes almost seeming to bore into you.
"Can I see some of your abilities in place?" As hot as the man wasâyou didn't want to risk the tattoo coming out like complete dog shit. Suguru let out a short laugh, getting up from his spot before flipping through a couple drawers. He came back with a leather bound sketchbook, placing it on your lap. "I'm not much to show my works to others, but feel free to flip around if that helps you decide," you opened up the sketchbook with your available arm, immediately being greeted with a plethora of colors.
Not only were the pieces themselves better than what you could've expected, but they were so realistic. The shading of each drawing accentuating it perfectly against the lighting of the room, almost like he'd focused on that more than the actual drawing. You shut the sketchbook after flipping through a couple pages of different flowers, animals, and whatever else his brain could conjure upâhanding it back to an expectant Geto. "It'd be wrong not to have faith in you after seeing that," you mused, watching him set the sketchbook aside before he went back to tracing.
"Don't worry, I'm still gonna follow the whole outline and shit. Just wanna make it look a little bit better is all," he responded, dipping the needle onto the container of black ink before bringing it back to your arm. You turned to look at much progress he'd done after the forty minute episode had ended only to realize he was just finishing up with the tip of the design. An incredibly detailed tip, though. "You okay? Don't want you passing out on me or anything."
"No, I'm fine," you reassured, going back to watching the TV in the comfortable silence that had built in the room. The only sounds emanating from the room were the soft whirring of the tattoo gun and the screaming of a couple characters on screen. "Have you watched this before?" You decided to break the silence after a while, turning to look over at him. "Something like that. Haven't watched much after the fourth season. Don't really have a buncha time available to watch TV."
The rest of the session had gone moderately well, the two of you sitting in silence for a majority of the time albeit for a couple questions that either he or you asked. He was, oddly enough, easy to talk to. "Okay, I'm gonna go in with a white paint. It's gonna hurt more than the other one so just tell me if it gets to be too much," he told you, pouring white paint into one of those small containers. And you felt the difference between the two, looking over to see him adding small marks with the white paint. Small marks that were starting to hurt like a motherfucker.
"Easy, you did so well for me throughout the session. This is nothing compared to that," Suguru spoke up, raising the tattoo gun to give you a small break. One of his gloved hands went to the furrow settled in your brow, gently easing it over before changing out the gloves for a fresh pair. You weren't even sure when you'd even started to grimace so badly. "Easy for you to say," you grumbled underneath your breath, certain that he wouldn't have caught it. But if the way his eyes shot up to look at you with a slightly amused smile was anything to go by, he did.
"You make it so hard to be nice to you," Geto muttered, turning the tattoo gun back on and going back to adding the fine white strokes. Maybe it'd been the fact that he'd offered that small bit of reassurance or maybe it was the fact that you could feel the session was starting to come to an end, but the pain didn't quite feel as bad as the first go. "Alright, we're all done," he spoke up after a couple minutes, turning the tattoo gun off and placing it on the table next to him.
"You mind if I get a couple pictures?" He waited for you to nod before setting up the ring light next to you, pulling his phone out. You extended your arm out to where he had the camera pointed, the tattoo on display. "Mm, hold on," Suguru muttered to himself, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist to adjust the angle. His touch almost seeming to linger more than necessary. Surely, all of this wasn't necessary just for a single photo, right? Especially when you weren't even the subject of said photo.
"You're gonna want to avoid shaving or waxing the area while it's still healing, some peeling's normal but just come to me if you have any concerns," he continued to explain the process of the aftercare involved, wrapping the tattoo up in cling wrap. "Try not to fuck it up," Geto led you over to the front desk, ringing you up for the price. "Wasn't it $120 and not $100?" You questioned, grabbing your wallet from your pocket.
"Consider it a birthday discount of sorts, pretty girl," the nickname spilled out so easily that you might've almost missed it. As if you needed more things to overthink about from this encounter. You handed him a hundred dollar bill with a ten dollar tip, giving him a short thanks before leaving the parlor. You looked over at the aftercare sheet that he'd given you at the counter, seeing his Instagram scrawled out in pretty decent penmanship. Well, at least you had plans for when you got back to your apartment tonight.
You knew that the tattoo was healing nicelyâthat you'd put the expensive ass ointment that Geto had recommended the designated three times a day. So why exactly did you find yourself standing outside the tattoo parlor once more? Out of concern for the new ink or just wanting to see Suguru once more? It couldn't be the latter, right? Not like you'd spent hours scrolling through his Instagram these last couple days to see what he'd thought about the tattoo. Definitely not the latter.
After all, he did say come to him if you had any concerns.
Surprisingly, it wasn't Choso to greet you at the counter this time around. Suguru was standing there, rearranging a couple pieces of body jewelry onto the glass display before he lifted his head to see who'd walked in the door. "You didn't let it get infected, did you? I spent hours on that thing," he didn't even bother with a greeting as Choso had done, already looking annoyed at the prospect. "Your concern for my health's endearing too."
"Yeah, yeah, what're you here for?"
"I just wanted to check up with you to see if the tattoo was healing nicely," the practiced lie slipped out of your tongue without any effort, plenty of rehearsals in your head allowing for it to slip out with any second thought.
"Alright, I have a couple minutes before my next appointment gets here," Suguru gestured for you to join him, opening the door for you. The space looked pretty much the same as the day you'd come inâwhich you should've expected, since it was only a week agoâalbeit for a couple pencils scattered on top of a sketchbook in the middle of his desk. You took a seat on the leather chair, waiting for him to finish cleaning up his space.
Suguru grabbed a white box of gloves, grabbing a pair before placing them on. "So, what're you concerned about?" He questioned, long fingers running through your skin as he looked at how the tattoo was healing. "Well, it's been peeling a bit. I just wanted to know if that was normal or if I'm fucking something up somehow. I've been putting on the ointment you recommended three times a day."
Geto let out a small hum before leaning back on the rolling chair, folding his arms across his chest. His very muscular arms, the material of his black button down practically straining against them with the motion. "Your tattoo seems to healing well. Bit of peeling's normal as a new layer of skin comes in, nothing to worry about too much. Usually the area starts to get red if it's starting to get infected."
And maybe you should've taken that as a cue to leave. But you found yourself wanting to bask in whatever couple seconds that he would give you, unable to think about any other opportunities where you'd see him. Well, any other opportunities that didn't involve you spending upwards of a hundred dollars. You made no effort to move just yet, folding your hands over your lap. Trying to think of anything else to prolong this visit.
A couple moments of silence pass between the two of you before Suguru opens his mouth up to speak, only to get interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. "Yo, someone named Larue's here for their appointment," Choso called out from the other side, his foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Suguru gives you a glance before answering back, "Ask him to reschedule. Tell him that I'm sorry and I'll give him a discount or something."
Choso's heavy boots echoed against the floor as he walked away, leaving you alone with Geto once more. "So, tell me, what exactly is it that you're doing here again? And don't lie to me, talking about some 'I wanna see if my tattoo's healing properly,'" And you almost rolled your eyes at the way he raised his voice in pitch, mocking you with a short chuckle. Almost.
"First of all, I don't sound like that. Second, I really did just come to see if it was healing properly," And despite your words, you couldn't bring yourself to move from the chair just yet. "So maybe I should go tell Larue to come back for his appointment. Since we determined your tattoo's healing nicely, our time's done," You would've thought that he was bluffing but he moved to get up from his chair, walking over to the door.
"Wait," you called out before he managed to turn the doorknob, looking over to see him already staring at you with an expectant look on his face. Like he was about five seconds away from telling you to get off the leather chair. "So maybe, there's a slight chance that I didn't just come here just because I was concerned about my tattoo," you muttered almost reluctantly, avoiding looking at him directly.
"And why don't you try telling me why you came here instead?" Suguru stepped away from the door, returning to his spot in the seat next to you. Where you couldn't avoid looking at him even if you wanted to. How would you even begin telling him that he's been clouding your mind since last week just from that three hour interaction? That you've refreshed his Instagram page more times than you could count to see what he'd say about the piece?
You gulped, willing for the words to come out before he got the chance to go back to the door again. But you couldn't. Couldn't bring yourself to the potential humiliation that would inevitably come if you had just been delusional about this all along.
"You here because you want me to fuck you?" And the words that you'd struggled to spit out, he'd just said them so bluntly. You were expecting for him to look at you with that same mocking smile from earlier, but he seemed to be genuinely analyzing you. Waiting. "No, no, of course, I was just here to.." You hadn't quite rehearsed for this part in your mind.
"Because if you were, then I'd say that I was thinking about you too, cutie," and before you had the chance to respond, he was already speaking again, "So I'm just gonna ask you again. Are you here because you want me to fuck you?"
Now that there was little chance of your advances getting rejected, the word slipped out so easily, "Yes."
"Go on and lay back for me. Wanna taste you," and by how quick he was to get on his knees in front of you, you'd guess that he was doing this for his pleasure more than yours. "Lift up your hips," you followed his words without hesitation, letting him slide your jeans off and place them to the side. Large tattooed hands spread your thighs apart, presenting you like a feast to the man before you.
And you would've felt some ounce of embarrassment for the wet spot that quickly built up in the middle of your panties in just the five minutes of being hereâif it weren't for the fact that Geto's cock was already straining against the material of his jeans. "Mph, fuck!" Geto quickly pulled your attention back to the issue at hand, his tongue prodding against your clothed cunt. "Not so loud, you don't want Choso to hear us," he clicked his tongue, giving you somewhat of a relief when he pulled away.
A very short lived relief. His tongue traced the outline of your slick folds through the material of your thin panties, his eyes closed. The tip of his tongue swirled against your clit, your cunt leaking out onto your underwear. You'd be lucky at this rate, if you could wear them back home. And almost like he'd read your mind, his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties before sliding them down to your ankles.
You waited to feel his tongue on your cunt againâbut nothing came. You looked over at him, watching as he just observed your weeping pussy. "Thought you were eager to taste," you muttered, a scoff leaving from his lips. A gust of wind blowing to your cunt, your walls clenching all the much more. Eager to receive whatever he could give. "Let me admire for a bit. We got enough time," Suguru let out a small tsk after, his face in front of your cunt. And before you had the chance to say anything moreâhis tongue was already on your labia.
Your syrupy slick dripped onto his expecting tongue, his eyes almost rolling back at the taste. The small silver ball at the end of his tongue piercing flicked against your folds with every lick, each touch serving to have you clenching around pure air. Your hips bucked up to meet his movements, his large hands holding you down in mere seconds. "What'd I say? Let me enjoy this, pretty girl. Told you we got enough time."
"Such a tease," your grumbled words came out more breathless than you would've liked. "And you're so impatient," he retorted without missing a beat. A hushed whine escaped from your lips when you felt him pull away, his mouth moving to your inner thighs. Pressing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin, nibbling down just hard enough for it to leave a mark behind. "Promise I'll take care of you, sweet girl. Have some trust in my abilities."
âYou say that but your abilities have been less than stellar lately."
A couple dark locks fell out of place, framing his face almost perfectly. You'd almost expected Suguru to look offended at the implication of your wordsâbut all he did was seem to find some kind of amusement. "Guess I'll have to repair that then," he murmured, more so to your cunt than to you, his tongue prodding in and out of your entrance. "You're not doing a g-Oh fuck!" He immediately made you swallow whatever retort you were planning, his tongue penetrating inside of you.
Suguru swiped his tongue up and down your cunt, the lower half of his face covered in a mixture of your slick and his own spit. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his nose prodding against your clit with every swipe that he made. "Keep looking at me, pretty. Keep those pretty eyes on me," you opened your eyes to see purple eyes already looking back at you, resuming his actions all too greedily. He was so messy when it came to eating you outâspitting into your cunt, watching almost all too eagerly as you clenched around the liquid.
"Please," a whine left your lips, your fingers tugging on his hair. Whatever act of defiance you'd tried to put on earlier had quickly faded away, all you were feeling was need. An almost slutty moan left his lips at the sudden tug, one of his hands grabbing on to yours. "Come on, you can pull harder, can't you?" An even louder groan escaped his lips at the harder tug you gave this time aroundâthe tips of your fingers digging into his scalp. "Now, what were you saying please for?" His words came out muffled, his face buried in between your legs. "Your fingers, please."
"Since you asked so nicely," Suguru took to that almost immediately, two long fingers pushing past the ring of muscle before curling to hit your g-spot. His mouth instantly attached itself to your throbbing clit, pushing through your clitoral hood to get to the bundle of nerves. "F-Fuck, don't stop, don't stop," you sounded like a broken record, your thighs pressing tightly against the sides of his face while his tongue swirled around your clit.
"Gonna cum, gonna cum," any other thought that you had apart from cumming had been quickly fucked out of you, your grip on his hair tightening even further. Not that Suguru minded by any means, moaning against your cunt with every tug. The vibrations only added to the dual stimulation, your back arching off the chair. Needing to get more. Pushing your hips against his face, bucking up to meet every swipe of his tongue. "Cum for me, princess, come on. You can do it, right?"
All you could do was nod, not wanting to be any louder than you already had been. Part of you had been surprised that Choso hadn't come by knocking earlier. Suguru continued flicking his tongue around your clit, working in synchrony with his fingers to pull your orgasm out of you. "Fuck fuck, gonna cum!" You weren't sure if your muffled moan made it's way into Suguru's ears, watching as he eagerly lapped up your release. Running his tongue across his lips, your slick making them glisten under the lights.
"Get on all fours," Suguru told you after you'd managed to regain your breath, deft fingers working to unzip his jeans. You got on your stomach, resting it against the cold leather while getting on your hands and knees. And if Choso were to come into the room to be quiet now, he'd get a spectacular view of your ass perched up in the air. Suguru ran his cock against your folds, your slick lubricating it with ease after your previous orgasm.
Ridges running down his shaft brushed up against your tight walls, your slick coating his tip like second nature the further that he pushed it in. Your walls clenched and unclenched rapidly in a futile attempt to get used to the pure stretch of his cock. "You can take it, right? This isn't anything," But the sheer girth of his cock was just enough to dispute that statement, the position making him feel much deeper than he was. "Yeah, yeah, I can take it," your voice came out as a mewl, your grip on the leather getting tighter the more he pushed his cock in.
The rhythm that he started up was fairly slow at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling. Whatever he was lacking in length, he certainly compensated for it with the sheer size of his girth. Just a couple inches inside of you and he'd already stuffed you full. "Doin' so good, gonna speed up, okay?" He waited for you to nod, retracting his cock before pushing the full length inside of you with one sharp thrust. Your mouth went agape, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head upon the impact. "So good, so so good," even after a couple thrusts, he already sounded so obsessed.
"That's ittt, that's my girl. Fuck that ass back into me," A strangled groan left his throat at the sight of your ass cheeks jiggling underneath him with every thrust, the two of you moving in tandem. One of the hands that'd been on your waist went to cup whatever he could of the flesh, all too entranced with the vision presented in front of him. "Mm, fuck!" A moan left your lips as you felt the palm of his hand strike against the flesh, your ass stinging from the impact. Not to say that you necessarily hated it, by any means.
And Suguru caught itâthe way your slick ran down his shaft at the sudden impact. "Should've fucking guessed you would've liked it," his tone practically dripped in condescension as he spoke, his hand going to cup your other ass cheek. Holding the flesh in his hands before giving you another harsh slap, almost rivaling the harsh smack of his hips against your own. "Shit shit, Geto, don't stop," you whined, pushing your ass back into him. "Think it's okay for you to call me Suguru after beinâ inside you and all."
"Suck," a simple command, two of his fingers in front of your face. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, tasting the remnants of your cum on them before letting it fall flat. Simply sucking on his fingers as his cock pushed in and out of you with such fervor. "Get 'em all nice and wet for me, just like that," Suguru pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth the second you started to get too loud again, tears building up at your waterline when you gagged on them. "Aw, don't cry, cutie. Y'know I had to."
And while his words were meant to be reassuring, the mocking tone of his voice was anything but. Spit dribbled down from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the chair beneath you. "Sugu-Sugu, fuck, right there!" He'd adjusted the angle of his hips, his shaft brushing up against your g-spot with every thrust. "So. Fucking. Tight," each of his words was accentuated with a deep thrust of his hips, filling you up impossibly so. Like he wanted to show you just how much he'd been thinking about it, like he claimed he did.
If the moans coming out of you weren't evidence enough as to what was happening in the room, then you were pretty much certain that the plap! plap! echoing through the walls was evidence enough. Geto's heavy balls smacked against your ass with every harsh thrust of his hips. He brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing at the nub just in time for it to match his pace. You clamped around his cock like a vice, a strangled moan leaving out of his lips. "Just had to tell- shit me that you wanted my cum, ma."
"Mph, cumm- I'm cumm-" Muffled babbles left your mouth, your cunt clenching around him yet again. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. Whatever small bits of concern about being too loud had been disregardedâloud squelches and skin clapping filling up the room as Suguru rutted inside of you. You turned your head to look over at him, the sight before you almost like something out of a painting. His hair had completely been released from the half-bun, cascading down his back perfectly and his eyes were closed in pure bliss.
Spurts and spurts of cum shot deep inside of you, his cock twitching as you milked him for whatever he could offer. Suguru pulled his softening cock out of your cunt, his cum starting to dribble out of you and down your thighs. With the same fingers he'd had inside your mouth, he pushed his cum back inside of you. Scooping the substance up with relative ease. Your body slumped against the chair, willing that Geto would give you a couple seconds to catch your breath.
You'd expected him to grab a wipe or a paper towel to clean you up with, but he simply got up from his spot behind you. Grabbing his pants off the floor and fastening up his fly. You looked over at him through half lidded eyes, seeing him pop the fingers that had previously been in your cunt into his mouth. Slurping at them in a similar fashion that you'd done just a couple minutes prior. "Wanna taste yourself, pretty girl? 'S so fucking good."
Geto didn't give you a chance to respond before he was leaning down to your level, one of his fingers underneath your chin to raise your head. He leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a messy exchange. More of spit getting intertwined than an actual kiss, not that you minded in your state. His tongue flicked against yours, the bittersweet taste of both you and him combined filling your tastebuds. Geto pulled away after a couple seconds, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.
You hadn't even finished putting on your pants yet when Suguru spoke up yet again,
"You mind giving me a five star review when you get home?"
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Prince and the Frog â Housewardens x gn! reader
summary: you find yourself cursed and you go to your prince to lift it.
tw: none that I can think of.
a/n: I saw something about the princess and the frog and got inspo. This is so fun, goofy, and lovely, I hope y'all enjoy <3
wc: 1.9k (~300 each character)
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You werenât sure what youâve done to deserve this, but even you felt it wasnât enough. I mean a frog? Really? And the cure was a true love's kiss? Seriously? Can it get any more cliche? You might as well search for a princess and turn her into a frog as well and then set off into a journey of personal growthâŚyou suppose a prince will have to do. You went to the first person you thought could help, time to see if they really would still love you if you were a worm, errâŚfrog.
⼠Riddle Rosehearts
Okay, so maybe Riddle wasnât technically a prince, but a queen is a step above that, no? You were a little scared of his reaction, but you couldnât stay a frog forever. Not to mention that someone else had cursed you, itâs not like you turned yourself into a frog. So when you managed to find him he freaked out, mouth agape as you explained your situation. Thank the sevens you could still talk. Riddleâs face soured, lips twisted into a scowl. At first you thought he was going to find a way to collar you in your current slippery state, but he ended up ranting about the person who cursed you, asking for any details that you could provide. The thought of kissing you to break the curse hadnât even crossed his mind, instead skipping straight to punishing the fool whoâd curse the Queenâs rose and making them reverse it. It was then that you learned just how quickly Riddle could sniff someone out if he wanted to, because the effects had been reversed by the end of the same day. (If that doesnât show you how much he loves you then I donât know what can).
⼠Leona Kingscholar
âŚare you sure about this? I meanâŚyeah heâs a prince and all but he might just toss you mistaking you for a random frog who dared to encroach on his space. The type to argue he wouldnât have to love you if you were a worm cause how ridiculous is that? WellâŚnot so ridiculous now, huh? Thankfully, you had found Ruggie first, explaining your situation and asking for him to bring you to Leona. Not so thankfully, Ruggie found the entire thing hilarious and had to take a moment to calm himself down. He kept snickering to himself the entire way to Leona, making you want to die, or just stay a frog and live a happy life in a nice little pond and start a little froggy family. When Ruggie managed to tell Leona what was going on in between laughter Leona just stared at you like you were the stupidest motherfucker. Hey! It wasnât like you were asking to be cursed! Has an internal conflict on what to do. On one hand he wants to prove heâs your true love, and kissing you seems to be the quickest way to get this over withâŚon the other you are a literal frog. Shooing Ruggie away, Leona bemoaningly gave you the quickest peck ever, making a face of disgust as he pulled away. The transformation back took a few seconds, but the look of disgust quickly turned to a smug smirk, feeling proud that you were truly his.Â
⼠Azul Ashengrotto
Okay, so again, not an actual princeâŚbut he excelled at potions, so it only made senseâŚexcept heâll probably make you sign your life away. So maybe not a good choice once again. I pray for you because one if not both of the Leech twins are gonna find you first and theyâre gonna have a field day. âMy, youâd look perfect in one of my terrariumsâ Jade would note. Floyd would probably accidentally kill you because this entire situation is oh so hilarious and he forgot heâs supposed to be holding you gently. After the two have their fun (Jade plays with you and his terrarium like you're a doll in a dollhouse), they finally bring you to Azul, laughing their asses off in their own ways. Azul stares at you blankly as the two eel brothers leave, trying his hardest to not laugh. His face is red from concealing his humor, looking to the side to collect himself. Heâll offer you the cure, but for a price. Kiss you? He has a reputation to upkeep you know. He canât be seen kissing frogs, imagine what thatâll do to his image! No, no, just sign the contract, and to sweeten the deal heâll have the twins deal with the pest who thought it was a good idea to curse his angelfish. If you really persist, heâll give in eventually. To be fair, he is also curious to see if you're his true love, but on the other hand heâs terrified if you're not. He doesnât want to lose you. And to both your delight, you transform back after he gives you a small kiss on your little froggy headâŚheâs also running laps in his mind at how happy he is.
⼠Kalim Al-Asim
Heâs a prince and wonât think twice! He loves you truly, so it has to work! Too bad Jamil stumbled upon you first. Adamantly tries to hide you from Kalim and he feels his headache growing ten times worse. Why did you stupidly get yourself cursed? He asks like you did it on purpose. You didnât know why the guy cursed you either! Jamil keeps you tucked in his hoodie until he can find time to bring you to Professor Crewel. You tried to fight him at first as youâd rather stay a frog than get detention for something you had no control over, but Jamil knew how to keep a tight leash on the unrulyâŚit was his job after all. Unfortunately for him, Kalim walked into the kitchens right as you hopped out of his pocket. At first he was confused, and then even more confused, and then ecstatic. You hopped over to him, asking for him to protect you from Jamil (who was giving you a major side eye). Then you explained your predicament, and Jamil butted in about bringing you to Crewel. Innocently, Kalim offered to kiss you. No need to bother Crewel if the cure was so simple! Jamil couldnât stop him in time, as Kalim kissed you the second he finished the sentence. Even Jamil couldnât hide his disgust for a second at the action. Thankfully, Kalim was your true love as you had transformed back, and he hugged you gleefully. Unfortunately for Kalim, you refused any of his kisses until he rinsed his mouth (lmao).
⼠Vil Schoenheit
Another queen. Best person to go to. He can whip up any cure just as fast as he can whip up any potion/poison. Rook, saw the whole encounter with the other student, and brought you to Vil without a second thought. He already knew everything about the idiot who cursed you so no need to stick around. Vilâs gaze turned into a disapproving stare as he looked at you. Even though Rook tried to stick up for you, dramatizing the whole event as stating how brave you were to face such a curse head on, Vil only shook his head. He motioned for Rook to follow him, not wanting to pick you up. He loves you, really he does, he just canât afford to get his clothes dirty or stained. He picks the ingredients effortlessly, starting to brew the cure without a second thought. Both you and Rook seemed to want to get on his nerves as you both prattle on about true love and how he should kiss you. He didnât expect you to be a cheesy sap (heâs lying), besides, donât you know how many curses list true loveâs kiss as the cure? The meaning is pointless. Besides, he doesnât need some curse to prove his love for you, hasnât he shown you how much you mean to him already? Or was he lacking, because he didnât think youâd doubt him. Either way, youâre drinking the cure, he couldnât risk that your slimy frog skin might make him break out. But donât worry, if you really have room to doubt his love, heâll make sure you canât within the week.
⼠Idia Shroud
Hahaha. Again, are you sure? Heâs always holed up in his room, the only chance you're brought to him is if Ortho finds you (or vice versa). At first Ortho found you adorable, cooing at you as he floated to Idiaâs room. He thought this was the perfect opportunity to show both you and Idia just how much you care for the other. How could either of you doubt the other if it's sealed with a true love's kiss? It was a brilliant opportunity! (Orthos a little too into this). He barely let his brother welcome them in before barging in and shoving a frog (you) into Idiaâs face. At first Idia screeched, falling out of his gamer chair and scrambling away from the amphibian. Was Ortho pranking him? Thatâs totally uncool, he wasnât some normie. But then Ortho happily blabbed about you and the curse and then it clickedâŚYOU WERE A FROG? Now heâs rolling on the floor laughing at you. Youâd smack him if you WERENâT A FROG. After heâs done laughing it up, he then freezes. Ortho wants him to kiss you? B-but that's gross! Who knows what diseases heâll get if he kisses you. k. Wait, don't go to someone else! Fine, heâll do it, but he wonât like it. Inside, heâs absolutely terrified. His mind is running a mile a minute. He doesnât think youâll actually turn back, someone like him doesnât deserve true loveâŚso imagine the face he makes when you do. Face a bright red, his hair a bright pink. Oh no, he feels faint. Give him a peck on the lips to finish him off.
⼠Malleus Draconia
Uh oh. Queue the thunder and lightning. Whoever cursed you is the stupidest motherfucker. Malleus is the one to stumble upon you this time, to the disdain of his family. Lilia on one hand wanted to laugh about the situation, on the other, he knew heâd have to protect the stupid human from being smite for cursing Malleusâ love. Silver and Sebek are sweating as Malleus holds you gently in his hands. If he thought you were gentle as a human, heâs being ten times more careful with you in your froggy state. On the outside, heâs silent and brooding, on the inside heâs lamenting on finding you an enclosure where you can be happiest. What type of tank, soil, plants, waterâŚsomeone please tell him this is reversible. Lilia chimes in before the rain outside can get worse, mentioning true love's kiss is able to reverse the effects. Malleusâ green slitted eyes never move from your tiny form, he finds you absolutely breathtaking even as a frog (this man is down so bad), but heâs nothing but relieved when he hears the news. Human lifespans are already small as is, he wouldâve been completely gut wrenching if that time was cut even shorter. Another one who doesnât hesitate to kiss you. This man would love you if you were a worm. He strokes your moist skin gently as he leaves a small kiss to your adorable head. His entire being, soul, mind and body all belong to you, and if that isnât true love then I donât know what is. His eyes shine brightly as you transform back, holding you gently as he promises to protect you from any miscreant that dares even look at you wrongâŚyeah so the guy who cursed you is still fucked and now you have a protective dragon at your heel 24/7.
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Amnesia | c.sc (m)
â Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x f. reader
â Summary: Choi Seungcheol has never been the type to commit to relationships - casual is more his thing. Youâre fine with that - except you and Seungcheol seem to be terrible at casual when it comes to one another.Â
â Word Count: 11,920
â Genre: Friends with benefits to loversÂ
â Type: Smut, Angst if you squintÂ
â Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
â Warnings: Recreational drinking, mild jealousy from both reader and Cheol, themes of self doubt/relationship doubt, light depictions of anxiety regarding ambiguous relationships, explicit language, Cheol and reader are both idiots, explicit sexual content including oral (f. and m. receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple stim, breath play if you squint, unprotected vaginal sex, a lot of bodily fluids like spit and cum, multiple smut scenes, hair pulling, light spanking, sub-space adjacent feelings, being a lil silly goofy during sex sometimes, stupid ass nicknames at the end because Iâm a millennial and Iâm cringe sometimes.Â
â A/N: This was absolutely not what I originally imagined when I wrote this fic - it was supposed to be angsty and frustrating and a lot of back and forth and instead I wrote two fucking idiots who obviously like one another just being down bad. I donât know how or why I got here, but here we are. Also - Jeongcheol coming out with billiards content after I posted the teaser for this is fucking sENDING me, thank you for making Pool Shark Seungcheol canon.Â
â Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.
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DAY ONE
Youâre a goner as soon as you lay eyes on him. You know it before Jeonghan properly introduces you, shouting over the rock music that is blaring in the dive bar you like to hang out at on Friday nights. The neon from the sign creates a blue silhouette around Seungcheol as he smiles and holds a hand out to you. You can barely pull yourself together to shake his hand - warm, firm - too busy staring at his face.Â
Choi Seungcheol is what your best friend Vin likes to call pretty motherfuckin handsome. Heâs got dark, warm eyes that light up playfully when they meet yours, full lips the color of crushed rose petals, a square, firm jawline and silky dark hair that falls in his eyes when he tilts his face down to hide a smile at something Jeonghan says.Â
Crushed against the wall of the booth, you feel the cold glass of your beer warm against your palms as you steal glances at Seungcheol. Heâs directly across from you, angling his broad shoulders to fit snug into the corner of the booth, lounging backward as he observes the argument brewing between Joshua and Jeonghan.Â
He even dresses well. Fitted t-shirt paired with light wash jeans and boots, a fancy watch reflecting the burning neon on the wall next to him, delicate chain necklaces tucked into the collar of his shirt.Â
Itâs the way he wears them that speaks to you, though.Â
âDo they do this often?â his deep voice drags you from your reverie. You blink, gathering yourself when you realize heâs leaning forward a little, addressing you. He sips his beer before tilting the tip of the bottle toward Jeonghan and Joshua. âItâs like they're married.â
âYou have no idea. Wait until game night.âÂ
âOh yeah. Jeonghan told me about game night.â Seungcheolâs mouth twitches in a smile. âYouâll be there?âÂ
âEvery Sunday. Do you like games?âÂ
Something about the glint in his eye makes your stomach flip. You sip your beer just to give you something to do, feeling more drunk off the easy confidence he exudes as he shrugs. âDepends on the game. Iâm competitive.âÂ
âSo am I.â
He grins. âI look forward to it, then.âÂ
Warming up to Seungcheol is easy. Heâs the new hire at Jeonghan and Wonwooâs office, and they both felt confident enough to bring him into the fold. You can see why - heâs kind and funny, and thereâs a charm to him that draws the people around him like moths to a flame. Even with just the four of you sitting in the booth, you feel the magnetism.Â
Friday nights at Rustyâs has been a tradition with Jeonghan and Joshua since you had been in college, filling yourself on five dollar wings, three dollar beers and occasionally lukewarm mozzarella sticks. Normally Vin, Wonwoo and Mingyu would be around, but tonight itâs just the smaller group.Â
Jeonghan and Joshua slide out of the booth to play darts, shoving one another back and forth, the drink in their step making them a little off balance. You smile fondly as you pluck another beer out of the bucket of ice, struggling to pop the top, your wet hands sliding against the metal cap.Â
Wordlessly, Seungcheol holds his hand out. Flushing from the neck down, you hand it over to him with a silent thank you. He pops the top easily, bicep flexing for a moment before he passes it back over, shooting you an award winning grin.Â
âWow, so strong.â
He pouts and you swear you see stars. âHey, I am strong.âÂ
âNo, no, you are. Thank you.âÂ
âYou shouldnât tease me. Iâm new.âÂ
âHuh.â You sip your beer, letting the cool liquid slide down your throat. It does nothing to soothe the heat spreading over your skin under the sole attention of Seungcheol. âI donât remember that being a rule.âÂ
âI never was one to play by the rules anyway.âÂ
âOh, so youâre saying you cheat at games like Jeonghan does.âÂ
âI like winning.â
You roll your eyes. From the edge of your vision, you see people leave the pool table. Eager to stand up and stretch your legs, you start to slide out of the booth, the wood grain scratching against your jeans as you do.Â
âCome on then, cheater. Letâs play pool.âÂ
âIâm down.âÂ
Seungcheol follows you. Your fingers grip the glass of your drink tight, knuckles straining. You move around tables and duck around other patrons, hyper aware of the way Seungcheol keeps close to you, the heat of him against your back.Â
Next to the rows of dart boards are two pool tables, the felt a faded green with beer stains and other mysterious smudges on the surface. You grab a cue from the rack on the wall, spin it in your hands, and hand it over to Seungcheol. He eyes it, running his fingers along the splintered and dented wood.
Grabbing your cue in one hand and the triangle rack and set it on the table while he collects the balls from the table and the pockets, rolling them over to you. A few feet away, Joshua is already accusing Jeonghan of cheating. You donât know how you cheat in darts, but you do know if there is a will, Jeonghan will find a way.
âDangerous to let them have sharp objects,â Seungcheol notes, sliding the last ball over to you. You huff out a laugh, rolling the rack of billiard balls back and forth to set them. âYouâre not going to get violent with me, right?â
âI donât know, are you going to cheat?â
His smile is wicked. âMe? Definitely not.âÂ
âHmm. Not convincing.â
Seungcheol presses the flat of his palm over his chest, drawing your eyes to how thick he is in the chest area. You swallow thickly as he says, âCross my heart.âÂ
âWhatever you say. What are we playing for?âÂ
âWhat will you give me?âÂ
You look up at the shift in his tone. Dark. Flirty. He leans against the pool table, resting his hip casually as he crosses his arms over his chest. You ignore the way his arms flex, totally focused on the way his eyes are only for you. Intent. Meaningful.Â
A warning goes off in your head. You already feel the pull to him, the innate attraction that has your heart hammering. You should brush off the flirtation, move on to other things. Relationships arenât really your thing, but thereâs something about him that makes you know youâll want more.Â
You already do want more.Â
âWhat do you want?â you ask softly, ignoring your better judgment.Â
When Seungcheol smiles, you know youâd give him anything. Everything.
âI can think of something, I think.â
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DAY SEVEN
âI like this,â Seungcheol says, voice rough from use. He buttons his jeans, looking over at you. Youâre still half-alive on your bed, a sheen of sweat covering your body. The sheets stick to you when you roll to look at him. âAre you good with casual?â
Youâre only half listening, too distracted by his flexing abs. âHmm?â
Seungcheol looks good tonight. He looks good every night, but tonight heâs in dark jeans and a white sweater. The sweater looks soft like his hair, which has grown longer and hangs in his eyes as he looks down to slip on his shoes.Â
âIâm not really looking for a relationship at the moment but this,â he answers, flicking his fingers between the two of you. âItâs good.âÂ
âAgreed. Iâm good with casual. Iâm a little too busy for anything more.âÂ
Itâs not a lie. You are too busy to really commit to someone. Again, a warning goes off in your mind like that first night you met him, screaming danger. You ignore it, not ready to give up Seungcheol just yet.Â
He grins, pulling his short back over his head. âCool. If you ever donât want to or whatever though, let me know, yeah?â
âYou too.âÂ
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DAY TENÂ
Seungcheol [2:06 AM]: Come home with me You [2:06 AM]: Everyone would notice Seungcheol [2:07 AM]: Tell them where youâre going who caaaares Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: Unless you donât want to tell them then thatâs ok Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: I personally donât care if they know Iâm rearranging your guts most nights :) You [2:10 AM]: CHEOL You [2:10 AM]: Fine pls hold my hand while I do this. Theyâre going to roast me Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: Holding your hand sooo tight Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: But from like over here tho You [2:19 AM]: That was so embarrassing. Where did you go Seungcheol [2:19 AM]: Sheâs so brave, sheâs well behaved Seungcheol [2:19 AM]: Standing outside hurry it's cold as dick out here
Seungcheol [4:38 AM]: Donât forget to text me when you make it home You [4:52 AM]: Home safe! Â
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DAY TWENTY THREE
You [11:10 PM]: Wyd Seungcheol [11:34 PM]: Need it that bad? You [11:39 PM]: Wow goodnight!!!!! Seungcheol [11:39 PM]: Nah come back Seungcheol [11:43 PM]: COME BACK Seungcheol [11:43 PM]: Omw. Unlock the door You [11:45 PM]: Need it that bad? Seungcheol [11:45 PM]: Yes actually :)Â
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DAY THIRTY
You slide your finger across the phone, curious as you pick up Seungcheolâs phone call. âHello?â
âAre you hungry?âÂ
You look at your watch. Itâs almost one in the afternoon, your stomach growling as it realizes that yeah you are kind of hungry. âActually yeah. Why?âÂ
âI had to run errands and Iâm by your place and starving. Wanna get lunch?âÂ
Your lips twitch in a smile. Leaning against the counter, you press the phone against you a little closer. âSure, what did you have in mind?âÂ
âDo you like Greek?â You hum in assent, chewing on your fingernail nervously. You can hear him get into his car, pausing momentarily as he starts it and curses at how hot it is. You canât help but laugh. âAlright, pick you up in ten?â
âAlright.âÂ
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DAY FORTY THREE
Heâs not yours. You tell yourself that over and over again as you try not to look across the bar where Seungcheol is sitting for the nth time. Youâd noticed him immediately when you and Vin walked in, clocking his wide frame and familiar laugh with a precision that makes you curse yourself.
Now, Seungcheol is leaning against a high top, talking to a pretty girl sitting on a stool next to him. Heâd waved at you earlier and shot you a smile and a wink, but heâs with friends youâre unfamiliar with tonight, and hasnât come over.
Not that you expect him to. He isnât yours and the casual thing youâve got going means he can do whatever he wants, no strings attached.
So why is your heart in your throat as you glance over to see the girl laughing at something heâs said? Theyâre not alone but somehow that isnât comforting at all. You pick at the varnish on the table to distract yourself, suddenly interested in the splinters and not the man across the bar from you.
Finishing the rest of your beer, you pull out another, hoping that the hoppy taste erases the icky feeling that settles on your skin. Youâre not participating in conversation much, but if your friends notice, they have the decency not to call you out.Â
At least Vin knows whatâs up, checking on you every once in a while. Thankfully she doesnât say anything, occasionally giving you a squeeze instead. She knows the deal, understanding the irrationality between wanting to control something that isnât yours to control.Â
Halfway through your beer, your phone vibrates. You flip it over and your heart starts pounding when you see Seungcheolâs name come across the screen, a message waiting to be read. With a shaky hand, you slide your thumb across the screen to unlock it, the message popping up.
Seungcheol [12:13 AM]: Wanna come back to mine?Â
Surprised, you look up from your phone to where heâs still at the high top. His phone is in his hands and heâs looking right at you, flashing a grin when you meet his eyes. The girl is still sitting next to him, but his attention is entirely on you now, pinning you to the spot.Â
Your phone vibrates again and you glance down, your phoneâs brightness stark in the gloom of the bar.Â
Seungcheol [12:13 AM]: Youâre cute when youâre surprised You [12:14 AM]: What, the girl you were talking to said no? Seungcheol [12:14 AM]: I didnât ask her. I asked you Seungcheol [12:14 AM]: Omg wait are you jealous?? You [12:14 AM]: No You [12:14 AM]: Definitely not Seungcheol [12:17 AM]: Hateful to me is Hades for a liar or whatever You [12:17 AM]: Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another, loser Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: Same thing Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: But seriously, I have no interest in her. Iâm asking YOU Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: Will beg from my knees in this bar Seungcheol [12:19 AM]: Even tho the floor is kind of gross You [12:20 AM]: I mean, if youâre offering to get on your kneesâŚÂ
Youâre not sure if you trust his answer about not being interested in the other girl, but it doesnât matter. You still end up leaning against him in an Uber, his hand squeezing your thigh playfully as he leans his forehead on the window, eyes closed to enjoy the cool glass.Â
He is so handsome, face glowing red as the car stops at a stoplight. You examine him closely, eyes dragging from the soft curve of his mouth to his impossibly silk lashes. Youâd told him once that most girls would kill for those lashes, and now he likes to bat them at you every time he wants something.Â
The car starts moving and you look away from him, taking in a deep breath. Seungcheol isnât yours, but youâre starting to think you want him to be.Â
DAY FIFTY TWO
âIs it weird if I bring a bag of shit to stay?â Seungcheolâs voice is shy over the receiver. You grip your phone tighter, biting your bottom lip to hide your smile as you roll onto your side in bed, snuggling into the pillow more. It smells like him, bergamot and cedarwood. âYou can tell me if thatâs weird.â
âNot weird at all,â you say carefully, too nervous to scare him off. âYou usually end up sleeping here anyway.âÂ
Usually really means always. Heâs been doing that more recently, crashing at your apartment after coming over and vice versa. Youâve gone from Uber rides home at dawn to waking up curled into his back. Heâs the first person youâve ever let loiter in your space as much as he has, but you try not to think about it too much, as though just the acknowledgement might spook him.
Whatever thing between you feels fragile, a rare, glass menagerie set that can shatter if handled wrong. Friends with benefits is what you call it, but youâre not quite sure if thatâs what it is.
âOkay cool. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn to go back to my place and shower sucks.âÂ
âI do have a shower.â
âOh Iâm aware. Itâs one of my favorite places in your apartment.âÂ
Your stomach flutters and you clench your thighs together. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you realize itâs getting late. âBetter hurry,â you murmur. âI might be too tired for a shower when you get here.âÂ
His chuckle is deep. Throaty. âIâll speed, then.âÂ
After hanging up, you toss your phone to the end of your bed and stare at the ceiling. Outside, the city hums beyond the window of your apartment. The lights in your home are mostly turned off, a single lamp providing low light in the living room so Seungcheol can see when he comes in, and a flickering candle on your nightstand and in the bathroom.Â
Your bed is warm and you do feel sleepy, but the excitement of seeing Seungcheol keeps you awake well enough. You try not to think of that too much, either. He was just there a few nights prior, and already heâs on his way back. Like itâs common. Routine.Â
And it sort of is, you guess. You hangout with Seungcheol almost more than you see Vin and Jeonghan these days, and youâre almost always spending the night together. You know his favorite late night snacks, you know the type of coffee he likes to make in the morning before work, and you know about his family, his stresses at work. What makes him tick.Â
Itâs more than you ever thought youâd know about him when you agreed to keep your sex life with him casual and at a distance. He is anything but at a distance.Â
Seungcheol must speed, because it feels like hardly any time has passed when you hear your apartment door open and shut, the sound of the deadbolt clicking. You lift yourself up to lean on your elbows, watching from your bed as he enters your line of vision, a backpack over one shoulder.Â
Heâs dressed in a long t-shirt and sweats, cozy and warm and still unbelievably good looking. He grins when he sees you, eyes creasing at the corners as he enters your room and drops his bag by your door.Â
Without saying anything, Seungcheol crawls onto your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he inches up over you. Falling backward onto the mattress, you let him loom over you. Heat radiates from his body, warming you up. Your heart thuds as he ducks down, his hands bracketing your head as he cages you in. He brushes his nose against yours and you feel sparks, trying to regulate your breathing.Â
âHi,â he whispers.Â
âHi,â you whisper back, reaching your hands up to rest on his hips. He reacts, pressing his waist into yours a little, making you bear his weight. âUgh, heavy.âÂ
âToo bad.âÂ
Seungcheolâs teeth nip your jaw, making your hips twitch upward. You can feel the smirk against your skin as he presses a wet kiss under your ear, moving his way to your neck.Â
âI was promised a shower.â
âMaybe Iâm too tired,â You murmur.
He hums, leaning more of his weight into you. Itâs comforting, not crushing, and you can feel the way his heart is beating wildly in his chest, in tune with yours. You smell bergamot and cedarwood, making your thoughts dizzy and scattered while he whispers, âIâll wash your hair.âÂ
âHmmm. Iâm listening.âÂ
He presses a wet kiss to your pulse point, tongue laving against your skin. Your fingers twist in his shirt, your muscles tensing as you fight off a shiver. You can hear his soft breath, the way the sheets shift under the two of you, the way your heart hammers. Â
âIâll massage your shouldersâŚâÂ
âHmm.âÂ
His teeth scrape against your throat and you sigh, arching up into him, eyes closed. âIâll eat you out.âÂ
Fuck. Youâre putty in his hands. Seungcheol could get you to do anything he asked. You donât know if he knows - youâre too afraid to show him, to let him in on the secret out of fear of what it would mean to him. If it was too much, too deep.
But like this, itâs hard not to hide it. Especially when his filthy mouth hits a weak point in you, turning you thoughtless as you nod your head in response, nails digging into his hip bones through the fabric of his shirt. He makes a noise in response, leaning up off of you reluctantly but pulling you with him.Â
Dropping his hands, you head to the bathroom, feeling uneven. Seungcheol whines and grabs you to pull you back toward him. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly.Â
âYou havenât even given me a kiss,â he pouts, looking down at you through long, dark lashes. âI want a kiss.âÂ
This is the problem with Seungcheol. He says things like this when youâre supposed to be casual, something easy and without feelings and without strings. But this feels like something, it feels like there's a thread connecting you, tugging your mouth to his because of course you indulge him.
You always do.Â
Seungcheolâs lips are soft and taste faintly of his cherry chapstick. You smile into the kiss, standing on your tiptoes to press closer to him. He kisses you back eagerly, slotting his lips against yours and humming with delight. When you pull away, heâs smug, grinning happily.Â
âCome on,â he urges, now leading the charge as he pulls you by the hand toward your bathroom.Â
Instead of turning on the light, Seungcheol uses the glow of the burning candle on the counter to navigate. He drops your hand to open up the cabinets and pulls out two towels as you trail to the shower, opening the glass door to lean in and turn it on.Â
Steam starts to fill the room as you close the shower door and turn to him. He sets the towels on the counter, not bothering to shut the door to the bedroom. Instead, he grips the bottom of his shirt and peels it upward and over his head, revealing all toned muscle and tan skin.Â
He momentarily distracts you. Seungcheol is a work of art, equal parts rippling muscle and soft skin. You slide your shorts down, distracted by the way he looks in the golden shroud of the candle light, sliding his sweatpants down his legs.Â
Sensing your eyes, he lifts his head as he kicks off his sweats, briefs slung low on his hips. âAdmiring me?âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
Looking away, you take off your shirt, feeling the heat flush from your cheeks down to your neck. He chuckles, peeling off his briefs before kicking them toward the sink and striding toward the shower. He stops to kiss you on the cheek as he pulls open the door.Â
âI donât mind,â he teases. âI like it.âÂ
Itâs true. Seungcheol has always had the easy confidence of someone who is comfortable in their skin. You admire that about him - and envy him a little. Seungcheol never seems to worry what others think of him, nor does he seem embarrassed or concerned about making the wrong move. Saying the wrong thing.Â
Steam hits you full on as you step into the shower. Seungcheol is already standing under the spray of water, his back turned toward you. For a moment you admire him again, watching the way the water sluices down his broad back and narrow waist.Â
Your eyes drift to the tattoo at his neck, the branches of the tree stretching toward his shoulders. Youâve traced that tree with the tips of your fingers and tongue over and over again, fascinated about the way the ink flexes when he moves.Â
A chill catches you, making you shiver and step toward the heat of the water. He senses your approach, turning his head to the side to look at you over his shoulder. He grins, reaching a hand back toward you to pull you close. You lace your fingers, letting him pull you into him as he turns.Â
Hot water hits your skin, immediately soothing. You sigh, leaning into the firmness of him, Seungcheolâs arms wrapping around you. He catches your mouth again, your eyes fluttering shut as he kisses you slowly, tongue lazy as he licks into your mouth.Â
Seungcheolâs hands spread across your back, fingers digging in a little as he starts to explore, one hand surging up and the other down. You moan into his mouth as the hand that drifts down grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing a little. His mouth curves into the kiss and you feel his teeth pull at your bottom lip, something he knows you love.
As always, youâre a goner. You donât stand a chance with him. Not that first night and not now when he kisses you like something more. Not when he slides his hand around to your front, pressed between your bodies to run his fingers up the wet folds of your pussy.Â
He groans into the kiss that has turned sloppy, hungry. âFucking wet.â
âWeâre in the shower.âÂ
He growls and pulls his mouth from you to attach to your neck, biting and sucking harshly. You let out a breathy sound, head tilting back heavily as you feel his tongue lick the water from your skin. âDonât take away my credit.âÂ
âThe only crime is pride.â
The pads of his fingers press into your clit, making your knees knock together and the breath leave your lungs. He smiles against your neck, humming. âWhich classic are you quoting at me today?âÂ
âAntigone by Sophocles.âÂ
âWhatâs that one about?âÂ
Finding words is nearly impossible. The heat of the shower has you flushed and distracted, the steam making it harder to breathe, thoughts sticky as Seungcheol continues to tease you, fingers dragging down to your clenching entrance to press his fingers in slightly before dragging them back up.
Your nails bite into the back of his neck, clinging to him for life as he holds you up, one arm looped around your back to press you to him while the other makes all your thoughts scattered.Â
âCome on,â he urges gently, bringing his face to yours. He brushes his nose against yours, nudging. âTell me.âÂ
âShe was a tragic character in a play written by Sophocles,â you sigh. âShe was the daughter of Oedipus.âÂ
âThe guy who fucked his mom?â
Your laughter bubbles out of you. He laughs too, his hold tightening. âYeah, Cheol. The guy who fucked his mom.â
âCraaazy family.âÂ
âDo you really want to talk about Greek tragedy incest right now?â
âNope,â he says happily. âI do want to eat this pussy though.âÂ
Seungcheol flips gears so quickly that itâs hard to keep up. He swings you toward the glass wall of the shower, pressing your chest against it. You moan loudly, startled by the cool glass against your hard nipples. The contrast of hot water and the cool glass feels good, your eyes fluttering shut as Seungcheol drops to his knees behind you. He gently presses the inside of your knees, urging you to spread your legs.Â
âJust like that,â he encourages, hands ghosting upward to squeeze your ass. He pulls your hips away from the glass and toward him, groaning as he comes face level to your cunt. âFuck.â
Your breath fogs the glass. Itâs cold when you press your palms against it, holding yourself up as Seungcheol dips forward, running the flat of his tongue down your slit. You let out a pathetic sound and he laughs, fingers squeezing your flesh.Â
Everything feels like an exposed nerve. You melt, knees shaking and unsteady as Seungcheols tongue leisurely explores your folds, dipping into your entrance before dragging up to circle your clit.Â
One of your hands leaves the glass to reach back, sinking into the wet strands of his hair and holding him to you. He grunts in pleasure, the buzz of his mouth adding to the simulation as he fastens his lips to you, sucking gently.Â
Seungcheolâs mouth is a weapon. You fall apart under the warmth of his lips, the softness of his tongue. He sucks at your core, greedy and pleased, fingers digging into you as he presses in further. He can never get enough, the wet sounds of his hunger making your toes curl.
âFeels so good,â you pant against the glass. Your nails scrape against his scalp and he moans loudly, muffled by your cunt. âYour fucking mouth.âÂ
âMmm. Love you like this.â His tongue flicks expertly across your clit and you feel your thighs clench, legs shaking as your orgasm spools inside of you. âGod this shower hurts my fucking knees though.â
âYou wanted to eat me out in the shower.â
A hand cracks across your ass cheek, making you arch against the glass. He chuckles, tongue diving back, words slurred as he mutters, âAnd Iâd do it again.â
Seungcheolâs mouth feels divine. You go quiet as he sucks at you, focused on the warmth spreading through you and the way your breath starts to stutter, limbs locking up.Â
When you come, you go boneless. Seungcheol holds you up, pressing you against the glass as he licks you through your orgasm. You twitch against him, nails dragging in his hair, your other hand sliding against the glass as you fight to grip anything to ground you.
Breathing raggedly, you sag when he pulls his face from you and stands. He groans and you grin, knowing his knees hurt from the tile of the shower. He doesnât care, though. He crowds you in, cock pressed against your backside as his arms loop around you.Â
âKiss me.â His voice is soft, needy.Â
Turning your face over your shoulder, you let him catch his mouth with yours, all tongue and cum and spit. You donât care, pushing into him. One of his hands slides down between your legs, making you whimper into his mouth as he slides his fingers through your sticky folds to press two of them into your entrance.Â
Seungcheol is a giver. It doesnât matter how many times youâve slept together or had brief, fast encounters, he always makes it a point to please you. To go out of his way to make you shake against him, like he needs it.Â
He keeps your mouth melded to his as his fingers fuck you slowly. You clench around his fingers, moaning his name as he presses them against the soft spot inside of you. You see stars, panting into his mouth as he strings you along, dragging you toward another orgasm.Â
Itâs slow. Intimate. His mouth is hot and wet, sucking at biting at your bottom lip. His other hand snakes up to your throat, not applying pressure but gripping you, holding you to him. If he didnât have you so tightly pressed to the glass, you think youâd collapse.
âYou wonât fall,â he breathes into your mouth, reading your mind. âIâve got you.â
âMy knees are fucking useless right now.â
âYouâre tough. Come on, I know you can give me more.âÂ
Youâll give him anything he asks. You feel your heart slamming in your chest as he works you up again, feel the ragged breathing until you momentarily stop, everything tense and suspended as you clench around his fingers, shuddering violently as you come.Â
âKnew it,â he murmurs. âGood girl.â
A whine leaves you at the praise, head shaking back and forth a little as the oversensitivity makes you squirm. He works you through it, mouth pressed to your ear, whispering to breathe, baby as he strokes you gently until youâre leaning against him heavily.Â
Seungcheol removes his hand but keeps holding you up, letting you catch your breath. He peppers innocent kisses along your shoulder, lips brushing your skin tenderly. When you stand up with more strength, he pats you on the hip, gentle.
âGood?â
âMhmm.â Craning over your shoulder, you catch his chin with your mouth, kissing softly. You press your ass into him, feeling his straining cock. âCome on.âÂ
âYeah?â
âAll good.â
âThank fuck. Thought I lost you.â
âIâve had worse,â you grin, a little tired.
He kisses you, patting you approvingly before he grinds the tip of his cock between your legs. He groans deep in his chest, grip on you tightening for a moment. You reach behind you, gripping the base of his cock firmly, stroking gently before lining him up with your entrance.Â
Seungcheol pushes in, both of you whining in harmony at the feeling. It feels good, your pussy throbbing around him as he presses in slowly, letting you feel the stretch. He clings to you, trying to keep it together as you flutter around him.Â
âYeah,â he whispers, more to himself than you. âShit.âÂ
Gently, Seungcheol starts to fuck you against the glass, strokes deep and slow. Itâs mind-numbingly good, your cheek cool and pressed against the shower wall, Seungcheolâs face buried in your neck, breath puffing against your skin.Â
He holds you reverently, both hands on your hips to keep you where he wants you. You reach one hand behind your head, holding the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin. He hums happily, always pleased when you bite and scratch him.
That had been a surprise. You always thought he wouldnât want you to mark him, that he wouldnât want evidence of your time spent together. Seungcheol is the opposite though, urging you to rake your nails across soft skin, to bite at him and bruise him.Â
Your feet slide apart a little as he strengthens his thrusts. You squeal, hand smacking the glass to hold yourself up. He lets out a loud laugh, pausing to let you fix your stance. He taps your thigh in question and you nod, lifting your leg a little to let him slide a hand under your thigh to press it against the shower wall for better grip.
When he rolls his hips into you this time, itâs deeper, making you tremble against the glass. A groan drips from Seungcheolâs mouth as he sets his pace, pinning you between him and the glass with nothing to do but to take what he gives you.Â
âCan you do another?â he asks, breath shaky. His fingers squeeze your thigh for emphasis, the snap of his hips getting stronger. You nod, unable to answer verbally. He huffs, half laughter, half something else. âYeah you can.âÂ
And you can. Seungcheol can pull pleasure out of you like thread from a loom, his skilled hands guiding you where he wants you to go. Itâs easy for him, the way he knows your body so acute and familiar that the thought alone makes you unravel a little, your whines muted by the glass.Â
He makes you come like that, stuck between his warmth and the cold, the two contrasts keeping you suspended as you seize up around him. He grunts at the feeling, hips sloppy, losing their rhythm until he clenches up, growling your name into your neck as he tips over the edge after you.Â
For a few moments, you remain melded together, panting in time. Seungcheol makes no rush of peeling himself away from you. Instead, heâs content to mouth at your shoulder and neck, running his nose along your throat. You squirm and laugh, ticklish.Â
Grinning, he does it again, nuzzling into you and making you laugh, sound echoing in the shower. âSeungcheol!â
âItâs cute.âÂ
âCome on,â you urge. âYou said youâd wash my hair.âÂ
He steals a kiss. âAlright, alright. Pass me the shampoo.âÂ
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DAY FIFTY SEVEN
âWho is that?â Seungcheol asks, jerking his head toward the bar. You turn and follow his gaze to see Seokmin standing at the bar, ordering drinks. âNever seen him before.â
âJealous?â You tease, leaning forward and batting your eyelashes at him. Seokmin is just a coworker, but it doesnât mean you canât poke Seungcheol a little. Except Seungcheol doesnât laugh, leveling you with a stare, lips turning downward. âWait, you actually are.â
âDonât push it. It was just a question.â
âWe work together,â you clarify, immediately turning off the charm when you recognize heâs not amused. âActually I think he sort of has a thing for Vin, which is why heâs here.âÂ
Seungcheol hums, sipping his beer and looking away from you. Licking your lips, you reach out a hand and touch his gently, bringing his dark eyes back to you. He looks serious - more serious than youâve ever seen him, face blank, eyes unreadable.Â
âI mean it.â You squeeze his hand, trying to comfort him. âWeâre just friends.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
âI feel like youâre mad at me.â
âWhy would I be mad?âÂ
You shrug, struggling to articulate. He still has that expression you canât read, something stark and closed off. âJust seems like it.âÂ
He shakes his head again, but you donât think heâs telling the truth, watching the way his eyes shift to watch Seokmin approach. âJust tired, I think I might head out.âÂ
Panic grips you and you say the first thing you can think of, throwing caution to the wind. âWant to come over?âÂ
That gives him pause. He studies you. You feel a tightness in your throat under his scrutiny. His mouth twitches and he nods. âAlright,â he says softly. âIf you want me to.â
âI do.â You squeeze his hand again. âReally.â
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DAY SEVENTY EIGHT
âWant to do me a huge favor?âÂ
You look up from your spot on your couch. Seungcheol is in your kitchen, using his hip to close the door to the fridge. He lifts the lid on the package of grapes, plastic cracking loudly as he does. Leaning against the counter, he pops one into his mouth, crunching happily.Â
âBesides giving you my grapes?â you ask, deadpan. He grins around them shrugging happily as he eats another. You roll your eyes, turning back to the laptop carefully balanced on your knee. âWhatâs the favor?âÂ
âWe have this giant New Years Eve party at work in two weeks and I need a date.â
That gives you pause. You stare at the computer screen but you canât make out anything on the screen. You donât dare to turn and look at Seungcheol, fearful that the feelings his question brings out will be right on the surface of your expression.
Date. Itâs a scary word. You and Seungcheol sort of go on dates all the time, but theyâre not really dates. At least, not from your perspective. If you were to ask Jeonghan, he would launch into another lecture that you should just put a goddamn title on this thing. Vin happily agrees, both of them hammering you on calling the thing between you and Seuncheol what it is.
But itâs friends with benefits. Friends go out to eat meals together and go shopping together - they hangout. The benefits are the sex. Itâs the pressing you against your mattress as he maps your body with his mouth, itâs the way you sink to your knees for him after heâs had a bad day at work, taking him into the heat of your mouth to make him forget.Â
So yes, youâve gone places together alone and as a friend date. But somehow this feels different, and you donât think itâs supposed to.Â
Carefully, you ask, âYour date, huh?â
âMhmm. Free drinks and apps, and itâs at the top of that fancy new hotel. We can stay the night so we donât have to pay for an expensive as fuck UberâÂ
Not for the first time, you find yourself unsure where the line is with Seungcheol. Youâve agreed multiple times that this is just casual, a shared benefit between friends. And yet every time you feel confident in what you are, the line blurs.Â
Youâre as guilty as he is, you know. On more than one occasion youâre the one who has crossed the line, messing up the clear boundary the two of you have had in place for weeks. Somehow, you both manage to be utterly terrible at casual, but youâre too afraid to say something about it. Too afraid to ruin it.Â
âI suppose I can be convinced.âÂ
âOh? What can I do to convince you?âÂ
You look up as his tone turns to velvet, that voice he uses when heâs coaxing you into his lap, or when heâs-Â
âItâs really hard to be sexy when thereâs grape juice running down your chin, Cheol.âÂ
He pouts, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the lower half of his face as you laugh. Heâs cute, pink lips downturned and eyes round as he sulks. âDonât make fun of me. Just say yes to being my date.âÂ
âYeah, yeah. Iâll go.âÂ
His grin is burnished gold, the sun breaking for first light over the horizon. âThank you.âÂ
âMhmm.â He crunches into another grape and you scowl. âStop eating all my fucking grapes!âÂ
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DAY NINETY TWO
âHoly shit,â Seungcheol mutters when you step out of the hotel bedroom. He feels his heart start to pound in his chest from where he stands in the kitchenette, fingers squeezing the glass of whiskey he poured himself earlier. âYou look unreal.â
And you do. You always do. It was one of the first things he noticed about you when Jeonghan and Joshua introduced the two of you that first night at that shitty bar you like to go to on Fridays. The real kicker had been your personality, though. Warm, kind, quick wit. A bit of a history nerd, which is his favorite thing.Â
Honestly, he loves a lot of things about you. He knows that he has to do something about that. Knows that this stopped being casual a long time ago. Seungcheol has no problem with casual hookups and keeping people in a rotation, but when it comes to you⌠he just wants you.Â
Itâs like he has no idea how to keep his distance, how to keep his feelings out of it. He doesnât mind, but he needs to figure out how to tell you. How to take that next step and move you from friends to more - if thatâs what you want, anyway.Â
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you say back neutrally. He can see the way your eyes linger on him though, your gaze betraying the calmness of your voice, as always.
You donât get it, though. Seungcheol cannot keep his eyes off you, dragging them from top to bottom. The black dress is snug on your frame, his eyes tracing the swells of your breasts, the dip of your hips, the curve of your ass and thighs.Â
Dragging his eyes back up, he meets your gaze. That is one of his favorite things. Your eyes, full of light and depth and thoughts that he always wants to fall into. There is so much simmering under the surface that you donât say and heâs never asked.
He wants to.Â
Knocking back the rest of his drink, Seungcheol leaves the glass on the counter and walks over to you. You shift from foot to foot, eyes darting up to examine the ceiling. He smirks, feeling the nerves radiating from you as he approaches.Â
When he reaches out, you donât step away from him. You let him skim his hands up your sides, going until heâs running them over your shoulders and on either side of your neck so he can cradle your face. He turns your gaze back to him and you stare up at him through your lashes.Â
He was a goner on day one. How ridiculous to think heâs not just made this real, told you how he doesnât want a single thing to be casual and superficial between you.Â
Instead of stealing a searing kiss and pushing you back into the bedroom like he wants to, Seungcheol presses a short kiss to the corner of your mouth. Heâs too afraid that if he starts something that you wonât make it downstairs.Â
Now isnât the time for that, though. Thereâs a party upstairs and free drinks and he wants to spend time with his friends. Spend time with you.
The Seungcheol that existed before you is a stranger to him. He barely remembers what it was like to have people he wasnât genuinely interested in, what it was like to show up alone at parties and take someone home. Hardly recalls pushing people away when they wanted too much.Â
All it took was meeting you.
âCome on,â he urges gently, leading you from the room and to the elevator.Â
Seungcheol slides his phone from his pocket in the elevator. You press close against him, your arm brushing against his as it fills up with people. He notes where Wonwoo tells him to meet and puts his phone back in his pocket, leaning into you a little.
You let him, making his mouth twitch upward. You always let him do what he wants, and when you donât, an easy pout gets his way. Heâs wrapped around your finger, too. He doesnât know if you realize it, but he would give you anything you wanted without a moment's hesitation.Â
When the elevator doors open, Seungcheol takes your hand. You let him pull you into the party teeming with people, the sound of music swelling over the dull roar of the crowd. You stick closer to him, fingers squeezing him tightly as the pair of you walk toward the check-in table.Â
âThis is beautiful,â you murmur to him.Â
His first instinct is to look at you because you are beautiful. Youâre not looking at him, your neck craned to sweep over the party. He smiles at you, watching the glow of your side profile, eyes wide with wonder.
Dragging his eyes from your face, he glances around the party. It is gorgeous, with views of the entire city glittering beneath the building like a bed of stars, shimmering decorations reflecting the golden lights, a giant clock to show the time, and massive flower arrangements.Â
âItâs nice,â he agrees, shuffling to the table where he gives his name. âChoi Seungcheol.â
âPerfect, thanks.â The person working the table peels two wristbands and gestures for you both to hold out your wrists. You let go of his hand to do so, letting the attendant wrap your arm in a blue band. âHave a great night, Mr. and Mrs. Choi.âÂ
Both of you blink in surprise. You open and close your mouth as if youâre unsure how to correct them and Seungcheol laughs, shrugging as he takes your hand and leads you out of the line and into the party proper this time.
âThis way, wifey.âÂ
You roll your eyes but grin anyway, looping your arm through his offered one and tugging him close. Heâs satisfied, leading you through the tight crowd of people toward the south bar that Wonwoo had said their friends were waiting at.
Joshua spots you and waves you both over, making room at the bar for you to join. Jeonghanâs eyes flick to where your arm is looped through Seungcheol to Seungcheol himself, raising a brow. Seungcheol glares at him, urging him to shut up and Jeonghan grins, turning to order drinks at the bar.Â
Wonwoo claps Seungcheol on the back in greeting before kissing you on both cheeks and letting you sit on the only barstool available. Seungcheol moves with you pressed to your back as he leans an elbow on the bar, keeping you close. You lean into him, earning a shy smile that he tries to hide behind the rim of the champagne glass that Jeonghan hands him.
He likes this. He likes being with his friends. He likes the way you laugh and lean back further into him when you do. He likes that his friends donât bother the two of you about being attached at the hip. And he likes the way your face lights up every time he jokingly calls you wifey.Â
Seungcheol wants this.Â
He doesnât recall the last time he wanted a relationship the way he wants with you. It doesnât matter anyway. Everything before you is gone and forgotten, and what matters now are the things that are post-meeting-you.Â
Plied with lots of champagne and your laughter, Seungcheol lets you drag him onto the dance floor, wrapping your arms around him as he spins you. He doesnât know what has him more drunk, the alcohol or you. He thinks it might be you.Â
The DJ announces that itâs one minute until midnight, making Seungcheol spin and look up at the clock. The partygoers cheer, clustering together to press toward the clock to count down. Seungcheol wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you close in the tight crowd.Â
His heart flutters as he watches the numbers countdown, realizing he gets to kiss you at midnight. Heâs kissed you over a hundred times by now, but the prospect makes him giddy. His heart races as the numbers drop and he looks at you from the corner of your eye.
Youâre watching the clock, uncontrolled happiness on your face as you yell with the rest of the crowd, counting each number as it passes by.Â
When the clock strikes midnight, you peer up at him, suddenly unsure. He canât believe you donât see it, that youâd doubt for one second that he wants you to be his first kiss of the year. His heart seizes, dipping down with a smile to press his lips to yours.
Your mouth is warm and champagne-sweet, making him groan in the back of his throat. Your fingers cling to his hip, holding him by the waist as he slips a hand up to the back of your neck to hold you in place, deepening the kiss.Â
When you pull your mouth away, he makes up his mind. Fuck everything he said about keeping it casual - he doesnât want to go another minute without you knowing what he wants.Â
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DAY NINETY THREE
âBe my girlfriend.â
The words that come from Seungcheolâs lips catch you off guard. A giggle bursts to your lips and you lean back, trying to examine him from a little farther away. You feel the glitter of champagne in your veins and the same buzz that comes with being near Seungcheol, wondering if maybe heâs had too much to drink.
âWhat?â you ask, examining his face. Heâs flushed, lips pink and smiling, but his eyes are dark and serious.
âBe my girlfriend,â he says again, this time quieter. He leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. His breath fans your face, warm and sweetened by champagne. âI know we agreed to be casual so if you donât want more, thatâs fine. But there is nothing casual about the way I feel about you.â
Heart thundering, you laugh and cling to him a little tighter. He nudges you with his head, as though asking whatâs so funny. You donât know how to put into words that youâve wanted to be not casual for a long time, that you are dizzy with the prospect of being something more, that heâs just made the first minute of your year perfect.
Instead of trying to string together the words to tell him, you kiss him. His mouth turns upward, letting you press your palms to the sides of his face, holding him to your lips. Thereâs no one else but just the two of you, entirely in your own bubble on the rooftop.Â
Relief mixed with euphoria floods your system. Itâs a weight lifted off your shoulders, realizing that youâre not crazy, that nothing you feel about Seungcheol is casual and thatâs okay. That he feels it too.Â
Your fingers slide into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling slightly. He groans, separating your mouths to peer down at you, his lashes fanning when he blinks, dazed.Â
âDonât do that,â he whispers. âThis is a work party. Iâll fold right here.âÂ
âSo take me somewhere that isnât here and fold.â
His gummy smile is blinding, your heart soaring. âAlright, wifey.âÂ
âGonna need a ring pop at a minimum if youâre gonna keep saying that shit.â
He links your fingers together, stepping away from you. He tugs you after him and you follow. âDeal. What flavor?â
âStrawberry. I kind of want to suck something else right now, though.âÂ
Seungcheol groans and you laugh, loving the way he visibly struggles as your words land. He walks faster, a new pep in his step as you make your way toward the elevator. He shouts Wonwooâs name as he goes, waving his hand to tell him that youâre leaving.Â
Wonwooâs grin is all-knowing as he throws two thumbs up, cheering happily. You tingle with a little bit of embarrassment, scurrying toward the closing elevator door to catch it. It opens again and you both slip inside, alone and buzzing from the party and your newfound status.Â
The door closes and Seungcheol pushes in close. You press against the wall, looking up at his sharp grin, his nose nudging yours. His lips are almost on yours, the heat of them against your mouth making you dizzy and the heavy weight of his body against yours making your thoughts sticky.Â
âGonna suck something else, huh?âÂ
âUh huh.âÂ
âWanna do it right here in the elevator?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
He bursts into laughter at your wide gaze, tapping the underside of your chin with his knuckle in jest. âIâm kidding. UnlessâŚâ
You shove him away and he starts laughing again, bending over with the force of it. You canât be annoyed by his teasing, loving the way his eyes crease at the corner and how he laughs with the full force of his body.Â
âYouâre so annoying.âÂ
âYou should have seen your face, though.âÂ
âI mean Iâll do it right now, if you want.â
His smile drops and he opens his mouth a little, shocked. âWait, really?â
âNo, but you should have seen your face.â
The elevator arriving at the appropriate floor saves him from answering. He scowls at you and you giggle, grabbing him and pushing him into the hall and toward your room. He turns on his heel, falling into step with you and fishing the room key out of his pocket.Â
Itâs cold in the room when you enter. Seungcheol had booked a one bedroom suite with a small living room and kitchenette. It was more than what you needed for the night, but it feels nice, like your own private getaway.Â
Taking you by the hand, he walks backward toward the bedroom, pulling you along. His smile is beautiful and you wear a matching one. A thrill shoots through you when you realize that Seungcheol is yours. Really yours.Â
Sitting on the bed, he pulls you into his lap. Your knees sink in the mattress on either side of his hips, ass resting on his thighs. Leaning over him, you link your hands behind the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the silky hair there.Â
Seungcheol tilts his face up toward you, eyes fluttering as you play with his hair. His arms loop around your waist, squeezing you.Â
âHi,â he breathes.Â
âHi.â
Leaning down, you slot your mouth against his. He tastes like champagne, mouth warm. Kissing him takes your breath away, thoughts guttering out as he licks into your mouth hungrily. You lose yourself in the feeling of him, feeling like youâre on fire.Â
Seungcheol falls backward on the bed. His lips are swollen and pink, eyes heavy-lidded as he stares up at you. He reaches for you but you give him a coy smile and slip from his lap, crouching to the floor and running your hands along his thighs, feeling them flex beneath your touch.Â
You love Seungcheolâs thighs. Your nails drag across the fabric and he lets out a breathy sound. His muscles twitch as you reach to brush your fingers over his zipper, making sure to press into his cock. His hips jerk upward at the barest hint of stimulation and you grin.
âItâs no elevator,â you tease. âBut will this do?âÂ
âFucking anywhere will do.âÂ
Seungcheol has always been sensitive. Heâs easy to rile, cock already firm by the time youâre undoing his belt and heâs helping you pull his dress pants down his thighs. You eye the dark patch in his briefs, proud that with just a little bit of kissing and some light touching heâs already leaking at the tip.
Sitting high on your knees, you lean forward, tongue pressing wetly to the tip of his cock through the fabric. A hand shoots to the back of your head, his fingers gripping you firmly as you laugh, tongue still pressed to him and soaking through his briefs.
âDonât you dare tease me tonight,â he warns, voice shaky. âThat is not wifey behavior.âÂ
You remove your tongue, pouting and moving to press a kiss to his thigh. âYou never let me tease you.âÂ
âIâm not patient.â Your teeth scrape the softness of his flesh and his legs twitch, knees knocking your shoulder. âBaby, I am so serious.â
Biting your bottom lip to hide a smile, you give in. You know with certainty heâd let you drag this out if you really wanted to. Seungcheol is impatient and greedy and demanding, but he also lets you do what you want when it comes down to it.Â
Instead of testing his grace, you peel his briefs down, freeing his cock. Your mouth waters at his thick length, your hand automatically reaching up to grab him. You swipe your thumb through the precum gathered, using it to slide down the full length of his shaft.
Seungcheolâs hips buck. You grip him properly, working him slowly as you shuffle closer on your knees. They already hurt, hotel carpet digging into them but you ignore it in favor of watching the way his fingers slowly undo the button of his shirt, needing to shuck the fabric off.Â
âYouâre pretty,â you note absently. His stomach flexes when he sits up to slide his shirt off of his shoulders. He looks down at you, pupils dilated. âVery, very pretty.âÂ
âYouâre a work of art yourself.â
Instead of laying back down flat, he leans back on his palms, letting his head fall back. Seungcheol shuts his eyes, face tilted up at the ceiling as though in prayer. âFeels good.â
Humming happily, you lean forward and slowly run the flat of your tongue up the base of his shaft. That draws a low moan out of him, his chest rising and falling as he pants. Youâre fascinated by his reactions, watching his face and body language carefully as you swirl your tongue around the crown of his cock.
Heâs responsive, fingers digging into the sheets in an effort not to grab your head and take control. Heâs testing his patience, letting you bring him into the wet heat of your mouth at your pace, sucking lazily.Â
âFuck,â he groans. You hum around him and he shakes his head, shivering. âYouâre gonna kill me.â
Good you think, setting a proper place as you swallow him down, letting your spit pool to help make the glide easier. Itâs messy and wet, just the way Seungcheol likes it, his moans backtracking the slick sounds coming from your mouth.
What you canât fit in your mouth properly, you cover with your hand, squeezing periodically as you stroke upward, meeting your stretched lips.Â
âGod,â Seungcheol whispers. âYou know how to suck cock.â
Pulling off of him with a wet pop, you grin, feeling the sting in your mouth from the stretch. Your lips are cum and spit-slicked, sticky as you continue to stroke him.Â
âThanks,â you laugh. âI heard Iâm wifey material.â
âFucking, shit, yeah a little bit. Fuckkkk, mouth please.âÂ
You comply, sucking him back into your mouth. Heâs putty underneath you, hips twitching off the bed a little as soft sounds drip from his mouth. You watch, totally hypnotized by the way he moved, the way his hairline gets a little sweaty as he nods, encouraging you.Â
Biting his lip, he lifts a hand from the bed to grab at you, pulling you off of him. âCome here,â he growls, opening his.Â
Seungcheol pulls you to him, not caring that your mouth is a mess. His tongue delves in, exploring the mixed taste of champagne and precum, hands pulling at your dress to peel it off of you.Â
âLet me sit against the headboard,â he pants, breaking the kiss to scoot backward. You peel your underwear off and toss them, following him across the mattress as he settles. He pats his lap and reaches for you. âCome here, baby.âÂ
You settle into his lap again, mouth melding to his. His hands explore you, gripping your ass, squeezing your waist, running up your front to pinch at your nipples. You moan into his mouth, carding your fingers in his hair and pulling at the stimulation, your head tilting back a little.
He takes the opportunity to attach his lips to your throat, biting sharply and soothing the sting with his tongue. Sinking a little lower, you feel your pussy brush against his cock and you sigh, gently rolling your hips to slide your sticky folds up his shaft.Â
Seungcheol groans against you, mouth feverish against your skin. He maps your throat, kissing and biting his way to your chest, where he steals a pert nipple into his mouth to give a harsh suck. You squeal and he grins, plucking at your sensitive bud with his teeth.Â
Holding onto him, you let him lavish attention to your tits the way he wants, hands squeezing, tongue flicking. It feels good. Aflame, you continue to roll your hips shallowly in his waist, just giving the barest of stimulation to you both.
A hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your swelling clit, pressing against it. You whine loudly, fighting off a violent shiver. He grins where he has your breast in his mouth, sucking generously as he lazily circles your clit with his fingers.Â
âCheol,â you whisper-whine. âYou said no teasing.â
âI said no teasing me.â His fingers slide backward and dip into your entrance teasingly. You clench around nothing, aching for him to do something. âFlustered, huh?âÂ
âPlease give me something.â
He presses his lips against the side of your jaw, grinning. âFine.â He sinks a single finger into you and you sigh in immediate relief. It isnât enough but itâs something, your hips rocking to take him in deeper. âBetter?â
âI can take more.âÂ
âOf course you can.â He pushes in another finger, the stretch so good. âYouâre my girl. You can take what I give you.â
Dropping your head to his shoulder, you nod. You hide your face in his flushed skin, riding his fingers as he slowly slides them home, working you gently. They press against your sensitive spot and you curse, gripping him a little tighter.Â
Impatient and needing more, you grind yourself forward, fucking his hand properly. He laughs, letting you take what you need, cupping you fully so the heel of his palm grinds into your clit. Your movements are frenzied, driven by the desire for him, the feeling curling inside you.Â
âJust like that,â he encourages. âFuck yourself on my fingers just like that.âÂ
You do, thighs aching and body shaking. The sheets stick to your legs as you work yourself up, sweaty palms sliding against Seungcheolâs shoulders. He whispers in your ear, voice low and scratchy, adding to the building mania inside of you.Â
âShit,â you hiss, feeling the tightness in your stomach start to boil over.Â
âCome on, come around my fingers. You got it.âÂ
His gentle voice pushes you over all the way and you clench around his fingers, coming undone. Your hips stop moving and your legs squeeze around his as you seize up. Seungcheol is having none of it, taking the lead to drive his fingers up into you as you flutter around him.
âOh,â you gasp as he finer fucks you through the rest of your orgasm, sucking at a tender spot on your neck until youâre trembling and a mess. âOkay, okay, okay.âÂ
Seungcheol takes it easy on you, pulling his fingers from between your legs with a slick noise. You heave against him, catching your breath while he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks obnoxiously.Â
âMmm.â
âReally?â
âYes.â He smacks your ass and you squeak. âRide my cock like that?âÂ
Huffing, you extend to your full height on your knees. He grabs the base of his shaft, eyes fixed on the mess between your legs as you sink down slowly. His tip breaches you, both of you letting out a sound as you keep going, holding your breath as he stretches you open.
Seungcheol taps your waist. âBreathe.âÂ
You do, inhaling a breath as you nestle in his lap, seated fully, clenching around him. âThanks.â
âMhmm.âÂ
Seungcheolâs hands move up your sides, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. This time, you know the look in his eye is real. His gaze is covetous, looking at you like youâre his because you are.Â
You catch his hands with yours, linking your finger and squeezing. He smiles, looking up at you with dark locks of hair in his face. You smile back, starting to roll your hips, using his hands to steady yourself.
Everything feels like an exposed nerve. The cool air of the hotel room brushes across your back, making you shiver. The mattress dips under your movement, your thighs flexing to keep your balance steady, Seungcheolâs grip on you helping.Â
âYouâre so perfect,â Seungcheol mutters, using your linked hands to pull you toward him. Your hands slip from him, going to the headboard to help lift you instead. His grip finds your waist, aiding in your movement while his mouth finds your breasts. âGod these tits.âÂ
An ache settles in your thighs but you ignore it, chasing an orgasm. You tremble in his hold, breath punching out of you as he mumbles your name, watching you with fucked out eyes and lips parted, like youâre giving him everything he ever wanted.
You kind of feel that way. The way he looks at you isnât that different from before, but now youâre confident in it, realizing that everything with Seungcheol felt too intimate because it was. Casual was never the right name for it, neither of you having any idea how to really be no strings attached.Â
âMy fucking legs hurt,â you admit, panting. âCan you take over?âÂ
âMhmm.â Seungcheol surges forward, knocking you backward onto the bed. You laugh, bouncing a little as he pulls out and helps maneuver you. âTurn around for me.âÂ
With shaking arms, you follow his instruction. The sheets cling to you as you roll, making you huff and swat at them. He chuckles, peeling them away from your sweaty skin while you settle on your stomach, arching your ass a little.Â
He palms your left cheek, groaning and dragging his blunt nails down the curve to your hip where he grabs you. âUnreal,â he whispers, to either you or himself.Â
You gasp when he thrusts pack in, punching the air from your lungs as he sets a sharp pace. You jostle on the bed, grabbing the sheets and knotting your hands in them to keep you in place, a stream of whimpers leaving you.Â
A hand slips up your spine, pressing flat between your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the bed. You gasp and nod, Seungcheol taking it as a sign to put more weight into it, angling his hips so heâs fucking down into you.Â
Itâs hard to breathe, the dizziness taking over as your skin starts to turn to static, orgasm so close that you can feel the buzz between your legs. He keeps going like that, pinning you hard to the bed as his hips crash into yours.Â
His name leaves your mouth in a cry as you squeeze around him, letting loose. He curses, picking up his pace, ignoring the wet squelch as he does, palm pressing you harder into the bed as you come.Â
You think you might disintegrate, unable to do anything but make broken sounds as he chases his orgasm. Just when you think you might not get another breath, he comes, the pressure on your back lifting a little. You gasp for air, feeling the room tilt as his thrusts slow, becoming gentle.Â
Seungcheolâs hands are soothing on your back, fingers dancing up and down your spine, delicate. Heâs muttering something to you but you canât hear him, the pounding of your heart far too loud, pulse rattling in your ears.Â
When his hips are still, his hands keep moving. He leans over you, careful not to put his weight on you, mouth kissing across your shoulders. Your cheek is pressed flat against the sheet as you pant, coming down from a fever pitch.Â
âYou okay if I get up and get you water?â the question is whispered across your cheek, where Seungcheol presses a tender kiss. You nod and he kisses you again before peeling away from you.Â
Laying in the bed, you drift, listening to him shuffle around to the kitchen. Youâre sleepy but more aware now. When the bed dips again, you crack your eye open, watching as he navigates carefully on his knees, two glasses of water in hand.Â
âCan you sit up or do you need help?â You shake your head and muster the strength you have left to sit up. Your muscles spasm as you do, a groan leaving your mouth as the room spins from the change in perspective. âYou okay?â
âThirsty,â you rasp, reaching for the glass he offers. Gulping down the cool water, youâre aware of his eyes on you, watching you drain the glass as he sips his. âThank you.â
He takes the empty glass and kisses your lips. âMhmm. Need more?â
âNo, Iâm good. I just need to sleep for five hundred years, no big deal.âÂ
âDamn, five hundred goes crazy. Do you think weâll have flying cars by then?âÂ
Seungcheol puts both glasses on the nightstand and peels back the covers of the bed. He slips under them, patting the spot next to him. You crawl over, limbs heavy and uncoordinated. He laughs at you and you scowl, but manage to clamber in next to him, warm beneath the blankets and tucked into his chest.
âYes, definitely. And like giant sexy holograms advertising porn, probably.â
âThatâs the first thing you think of in the future? Porn?â
âListen,â you huff, laying your head against his chest and closing your eyes. âIâm still a little champagne buzzed and you just fucked me until I couldnât breathe for a while. Cut me slack.âÂ
âSure thing, wifey.âÂ
âUgh. Is that our thing now?âÂ
âMhmm. Everything pre-relationship has henceforth been replaced with the relationship-only era. Pretend you have amnesia.âÂ
A huff of laughter leaves you. âSure thing.âÂ
âI mean I feel like I have amnesia.â You give him a questioning look. Heâs contemplative, staring with unseeing eyes as he plays with your fingers. âI had an entire life and habits before you, and I swear itâs like sometimes my memory actually starts with that first night at the bar.âÂ
âReally?â
âYeah. Youâre just around a lot and I like to think itâs always been that way. And Iâm kind of sorry for taking so long to admit nothing about this was casual for me.âÂ
You smile. âWasnât for me either.âÂ
âGood.â He snuggles into you, settling in silence for a few moments. âThanks for letting me win pool that first night.âÂ
âI did not let you win that game, oh my god.âÂ
âJust admit it! You wanted to taste my goodies and you let me win.âÂ
âIâm gonna give you some damn amnesia,â you mutter, but grin as he hugs you tight.
âSure thing, wifey. Sure thing.âÂ
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november rain |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|
prompt: after your divorce to eddie, you try to get back out there. but sometimes, nothing beats what you already have.
contains: smut minors dni. mom!reader x dad!eddie. divorced. mentions to past angst/ fighting. mentions of teen pregnancy. oral fem receiving, pinv sex. slightly angsty. asshole date, angsty ending. kinda a bittersweet fic. based off this ask <3
You could hear him before you could see him, speakers shaking from the noise in his car, leaving your ears buzzing at the vibrations. The swelling of your heart rose above the annoyance you tried to feign, rolling your eyes and hoping he didnât see through it.Â
âYou do realize I live in a subdivision? Neighbors and all?â You crossed your arms, glaring at him before heâd ever climbed out of the car, killing the engine and the music with the pull of his keys.Â
âYeah? They donât like Judas Priest?â Eddie grinned, dimples deep, and you knew under his shades his eyes were bright and wild- the way they always were when they were teasing you. âI have Metallica too. I think I still have that Blondie tape you like in here too somewhere, if theyâd prefer that.âÂ
Your heart skipped, lips twitching in a faltering snarl that was slowly turning into a blushing soft smile. âYou better not play music that loud when my babies are with you.â You huffed, hands moving to rest on your hips, the denim waistband of your jeans hugging you just right in your Leviâs- Eddieâs favorite pair. You knew it, and you didnât miss the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip.Â
âDid you hear me?â You snapped, swallowing a grin. You knew he hadnât, too distracted. âEddie, I am serious, you will bust their little ear drums-âÂ
â-I know, sweetheart. Câmon,â Eddie shook his head, pushing his sunglasses up, pinning his curly bangs with them. âTheyâre my kids too. âM not gonna hurt them, you know that.â The sun caught a flash of gold, gleaming just for a moment off his left hand.Â
Eddie was still wearing his wedding band.Â
Your stomach sunk at the thought, thumb absentmindedly twisting your bare ring finger. The divorce had been final for months- six, to be exact. Youâd stopped wearing yours after the first. It was weird, not wearing the small band and ring youâd worn since high school- since Eddie proposed with shaking hands on your front porch after you found out you were expecting. Heâd dropped the ring twice, sweaty and nearly sick with anxiety. Your mother told you that should have been a sign, but you found it endearing then- maybe you did even now.Â
âWhereâs the rugrats anyway?â Eddie hummed, catching your glass door to hold it for you, letting you slip under his arm. You caught a whiff of his cologne, faint from the day, mixed with a cigarette he tried to mask from earlier.Â
âJudeâs playing in the backyard.â You stepped into the small foyer. Eddie had left it to you in the divorce, saying you were the only reason they got it anyways. There was always an eerie feeling that lingered when he came inside, a haunting reminder of a forever that didnât quite succeed.Â
âHeâs supposed to be watching Lucy.â You hummed, craning your neck to look out the window in the living room. âTheyâre hunting for bugs.â Your nose crinkled, leaving Eddie laughing.Â
âBug hunting? Oh, they donât know their Mama is terrified of bugs, huh?â Eddie teased, peeking out of the window to see the two kids, perfect blends of both of your features packed into two tiny beings.Â
âIâm not terrified. Well, of all the bugs.â You huff, rolling your eyes. âSpiders, yes, and I told Jude those were off limits or I was giving Grandpa Wayne back the bug catching kit.âÂ
âYouâre no fun.â Eddie shook his head lightly. âScared of a little spider?â His fingers tapped playfully in a crawling way up your arm towards your shoulder, leaving you squirming away.Â
âStop.âÂ
âGod, do you remember- what was it? Junior year? When there was a spider on your desk in Geometry?â Eddie laughed, grabbing his side at the memory. âAnd you shoved all your books off the desk in the middle of class?â Â
âYes, and you and Gareth just laughed at me.â You fought back your own smile at the memory.Â
âYes!â Eddie howled in laughter. âAnd Mr. Browcheski got so fu-sorry- freaking mad at all of us. Did we- That was when we got detention, right?âÂ
âYes,â You glared at him playfully, crossing your arms. âAnd I was about to have a nervous breakdown thinking about how I was going to tell my parents.âÂ
âThatâs right.â Eddie nodded slowly. âThat was your first detention?âÂ
You nodded. âI was a good girl until I met you, Munson. Youâre a bad influence.âÂ
âYeah, canât be all bad though, right?â Eddie held your gaze, stepping close instinctively. Your breathing hitched, his hand gliding over your hip, fingertips ghosting the bare skin above your waist band. âWe had some good times too.âÂ
Your head spun, dizzy with a clouding lapse of judgment. Eddie was pulling you in, hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back, holding you so close you were flush to him. His head was already tilting, ducking towards yours, ready to capture your lips and youâd let him. Of course youâd let him, youâd be lying to say you didnât miss his kiss- miss him.Â
Lucyâs high pitched shrill had you faltering, snapping out of the haze, back into a damning reality. âWhat- Eddie, we-we canât.â You took a step back, knees a little weak and wobbly from the adrenaline rush that always came with his affection. âWe canât do this.âÂ
âRight,â Eddie swallowed, hands shoving in his pockets, cheeks blooming with a pink heat that burned through his body. âS-Sorry. I just- I got caught up in the moment. Talking about that. I just-âÂ
â-Itâs fine.â You muttered, pulling the back door open, a melody of Jude and Lucyâs giggles floating in. âGuys, someoneâs here to see you.â You sing-songed in a happy tune, face lighting with exaggerated excitement. You were good like that, Eddie thought, still playing nice for the kids. Maybe it wasnât playing, Eddie really hoped it wasnât, though the rational side of his mind (and his friends) begged to differ.Â
âDaddy!â A duo of squeals and shrieks blended with bounding feet up the wooden steps into the house.Â
Jude came bounding in first, nearly knocking Eddie over at the knees when his small frame collided with him. âWo-oah, hey, buddy.â Eddie grinned, tousling the boyâs wild curls, frizzy and matted from playing outside.Â
âHi, Dad.â Jude beamed up at Eddie. Heâd gotten Eddieâs lashes but your eyes. âWeâre catching bugs.âÂ
âI heard. Catch any good ones? Any centipedes?â Eddie grinned, bending down to hug the boy.Â
âNo,â Judeâs face fell slightly in a frown. âBut I did catch a ladybug for Lucy!â Jude bounced on his toes with excitement.Â
Your heart swelled, trying to wrangle the small girl on your hip, passing her off to Eddie- well, passing was generous, she nearly launched off your hip into his arms. âA lady bug?â Eddie repeated in a babble he still used with Lucy. She was still small, in his eyes, though she was growing every single day, she was still his baby.Â
âDid Bubs get you a ladybug, Lucy?â Eddie bounced her on his hips, tickling her sides so she shrieked with laughter.Â
âYeah,â Lucy giggled, leaning back to look at Jude in a limp sort of backbend. âJudeâs gots me a ladybug an-and we found a lot of worms.â She grinned, eyes wide and excited. She got her cadences from Eddie, that was for sure, more exaggerated and dramatic with each passing day.Â
âAre you going to hunt bugs with us?â Jude asked, pulling on the hem of Eddieâs t-shirt. âWill you? Please?âÂ
âYeah, of course, I will.â Eddie smiled, shaking his head softly. âDo you have a spare shovel for me? Can you go find the little red one?âÂ
Jude looked at you. âI think itâs in the garage with the basketball.â You nodded towards the garage door. Jude ran off, footsteps heavy, Lucy squirming to get down and chase after him. âBut- hey! Put everything back where it goes, Jude Wayne! And do not climb on anything!â You called after him, voice teetering on stern.Â
âI got it!â Jude called back.Â
Eddieâs chest puffed in boasting pride, grinning at the boy. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. âHm, wonder who that sounds like?â You said sarcastically, giving Eddie a pointed glare.Â
âThatâs my boy. What can I say?â Eddie grinned, shrugging lightly. You grinned, shaking your head. âSo, uh, whereâre you going tonight?â Eddie tried not to sound so awkwardly needy, but it came out exactly like that.Â
âOh,â You could feel your body stiffen, a warm embarrassed heat creeping up your spine. âI, uh, I- Well, Iâm going out.â You paused, fiddling with straightening something on a shelf, anything to avoid his gaze. âIâŚI have a date tonight.âÂ
Eddieâs heart sank, falling deep into the pit of his stomach. âOh.â He swallowed the thick lump in his throat. âI, uh, I didnât know you were⌠Ya know, um, gettinâ back out there.âÂ
âWell, I- I mean it wasnât exactly planned.â Your thumb went back to your ring finger, rubbing the bare skin there. You used to twist your ring when you were feeling anxious, a soothing mechanism.Â
âLydia at work set me up on a blind date with her cousin. The-The accountant guy.â You cringed at your words, spouting in a word vomit that you couldnât seem to stop. Your heart was racing, stuttering to a halt and rearing back with every fall of Eddieâs face.Â
âI-I mean, I just⌠Sheâd been asking me since-since,â Since the divorce, the words you couldnât bring yourself to say. âA-And I figured why not. I meanâŚâ You waved your hand between the two of you, the tension uncomfortable and thick.Â
âNo, no, yeah,â Eddie nodded, swallowing back a burn of emotions he tried to conceal. âNo, thatâs- you should. Not that- I mean, you donât need me to tell you that, but,â Eddie took a breath, finally meeting your nervous gaze. âYouâll have a good time.âÂ
âYeah?â You squeaked, wringing your hands anxiously. Eddie had flashbacks to years before, when you two were a lot younger, your nervous demeanor asking for his reassurance before sneaking onto the football field at midnight.Â
Eddieâs heart ached at the memory, but he nodded slowly. âYeah. I mean, heâs lucky to get to go out with you. Youâre⌠Youâre the best, you know that.â Eddie reassured you now just like he did then, just like he always did.Â
âThank you.â You whispered, turning just as Jude and Lucy came back in, triumphantly waving the red, plastic shovel. âI, um, Iâm going to get ready. Thereâs a frozen pizza in the freezer. Iâll preheat the oven, if you can just stick it in.âÂ
âI got it.â Eddie waved you off, forcing a reassuring smile. âYou go get ready. Have fun, sweetheart.â His smile was warm, leaving you burning in excitement. Still, when he left, you were filled with a sinking, nauseating feeling of dread, nerves.Â
Heidi would tell you that you were co-dependent, that Eddie had made you that way. She never liked him, not in highschool, especially not after the divorce. She was always reminding you that you could do better, that you should do better.Â
That always sparked a fight, one of the many that you and Eddie had over and over and over. His accusatory tongue lashing accusations at you, your defenses climbing higher and higher, both too stubborn to let it go. You were reminded of the fight that did it- that caused the divorce. Days- no, weeks of back and forth.Â
âYou know, thereâs times I wish I would have skipped school that day!â Eddie roared, voice hoarse and scratchy from the screaming match you two had been having. âI was supposed to skip with Gareth, but I fucking went, and you know what? I wish I wouldnât have! Then we would have never gotten paired up and I wouldnât be dragged into all this shit with you! I wouldnât be so miserable all the goddamn time!âÂ
His words rang in your head, stinging just as much then as they did now. You took a breath, that haunting memory was the final push you needed to step into the shower, to get ready, and to try and start something new without Eddie.Â
âSo, Lydia tells me you have a kid.â Matthew asked, swirling his wine around in his glass.Â
The restaurant was obnoxiously expensive, much more stuffy than what you expected on the first date. You felt terribly underdressed, in a sundress you hadnât worn in years, fitting a little tighter now since Lucy. Note to self, go dress shopping next time.Â
âYeah, I do,â You smiled politely, the tension still a little uncomfortable, unfamiliar. âJude and Lucy.âÂ
âOh,â Matthewâs brows raised, tone clipping in shock. âTwo?âÂ
âYeah,â You swallowed back that familiar burning in your chest, the one that always came with judgment. Raised brows and pointed glares, being pregnant in highschool, you thought youâd be used to it by now.Â
âUh, how-how old are they?â Matthew asked, fingers tapping nervously on the table. So much tension, and you hadnât even gotten your food yet.Â
âJude is seven, and Lucy just turned four.â You felt your chest boast with pride. Talking about your kids, that could soothe you, it always did.Â
âWow,â You werenât sure how Matthewâs brows could go any higher, but somehow they did. âThatâs⌠Iâm sorry, you just, you look really young to have kids that age.âÂ
âI am,â You shrugged sheepishly. âI, um, I had Jude in high school. My senior year.â You tried not to flinch, to steel yourself for the inevitable look- the one that always gave you.Â
âHigh school?â Matthewâs tone skittered on a scoff, leaving you burning with embarrassment- with shame. Whyâre you embarrassed about it? Best thing that ever happened to me, Eddie would always say, scoffing nonchalantly when you were younger and someone gave you a snarling glace in the supermarket, two teens pushing a baby around in a shopping cart.Â
âYeah,â You looked down at your hands under the table. This was what you dreaded, the âgetting back out thereâ phase. You had forgotten how utterly painful it was, worse now than when you were a teen.Â
âMy ex-husband and I got married out of high school.â You continued, trying to break up the uncomfortable silence. âAfter- Well, before we had Jude, but after I found out I was pregnant.âÂ
âOh,â Matthew didnât look at you, looking anywhere but you really. âThatâs why you divorced then? Makes sense.âÂ
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. âNo, no, thatâs- thatâs not why.â It wasnât entirely true, at least, part of the reason but not the whole reason.Â
âItâs not?â Matthew raises a brow, scoffing with unimpression before downing the rest of his wine. âLook, Iâm not trying to offend you, but Iâm not dumb. Pregnant in high school, married the baby daddy because it was the right thing to do, right? And then what? Had another when things got rough to try and save the marriage?âÂ
Your heart dropped, frozen in mortification, fear maybe, in your seat. âIâm right, arenât I? I mean, itâs a tale as old as time, Sugar.â Your cheeks burned at the nickname. That wasnât your nickname, not what Eddie called you, and even if he did- it never sounded condescending and mean like it did when it came from Matthew.Â
âNo shame in it, just own up to it.â Matthew scoffed, leaning back in his seat. You felt small sitting across from him, his lips pursed, rolling over your frame with such judgment it made your stomach turn. âLying on the first date doesnât seem like the best option.âÂ
âExcuse me,â You swallowed, grabbing your purse with shaky, sweaty palms. âI have to go to the restroom.â You didnât wait for his response, the sinking feeling in your stomach only worsening with every step towards the door.Â
The Hideout was only a block away, still standing strong on the outskirts of the newly renovated downtown. You were surprised it hadnât conformed to the trendy chic wave that was hitting everywhere, but selfishly you were glad it stayed the same. The wooden booths and dollar drafts, just the same as theyâd always been.Â
The corner booth in the back caught your eye, occupied by a young couple- barely legal looking. Probably snuck in here with a fake, buzzing with adrenaline and the thrill that they might be caught, sharing a pitcher. That was you and Eddie, not too long ago. Heâd snuck you in on your third or fourth date. Youâd never been so nervous, never felt so alive at the same time. A goody-two-shoes, Eddie called you with a sweet grin, sliding you a beer across the table and slipping in next to you in that booth.Â
Your heart ached at the memory, chest heavy with emotion. Why couldnât he have just been better? Why couldnât you just have been better? Why couldnât both of you be better to each other, for each other?Â
The heavy weight of regret settled on your chest, mixing with the draining heaviness of the night. You looked at the phone on the wall, digging in your purse for quarters. You couldnât call Lydia, not after youâd stood up her fix up, left him in the restaurant. Robin was undoubtedly not home on a Friday night.Â
Sighing, you cradled the phone to your ear, slipping the quarters in the slot, finger jamming the numbers. The line trilled once, twice, your fingers tapping on your crossed arm. By the third ring, you were ready to hang up, give up and call your sister.Â
âMunson residence,â Eddieâs voice was soft, still with that lilt of playfulness that made your heart swoon. Heâd been so excited when you two got the house, when you got your own landline. Heâd answered the phone all posh and silly, claiming you two were âhigh societyâ now, moving up in the world.Â
âEddie,â Your breath shook, chest rattling when you heard his voice, a soothing force after the stress of the night. âItâs me.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â Eddie snapped on the other end, not missing a beat. âWhat happened? You alright?âÂ
âIâm⌠Iâm at The Hideout.â You cupped your hand over the phoneâs end, trying to muffle the loud music. âI just- Can you come get me?âÂ
âIâm on my way.â Eddie didnât miss a beat.Â
âThank you,â You sighed in relief. âBut, hey, donât bring the kids. Please? I told them I was going out with Rob for a night out, and theyâll want to see her.âÂ
âI wonât, sweetheart. Theyâre asleep anyways.â Eddie muttered. You could hear his keys rattling in the background. âLet me call Wheeler and see if he can pop over to watch them. I think heâs home for the summer. Gimme a few and Iâll be right there.âÂ
âThank you.â You whispered, nose burning with tears you couldnât shed- you wouldnât shed. Not again.Â
âCâmon, not a problem.â Eddie waved you off gently. âHang tight, baby. Be there soon.âÂ
You waited until you heard the dial line to hang up. Your heart sunk and fluttered at the same time, head reeling with a tornado of emotions that left you dizzy. Sinking onto an open stool at the end of the bar, you ordered a beer, the same one Eddie had ordered you years before. You didnât care much for the taste now, your palette had grown and expanded since you were fifteen. But something tonight had you craving it, maybe craving the memory, the feeling that came with the first time you drank it. Chasing down a nostalgia that you didnât want tainted.Â
Eddie was there before you could finish your second beer, only a few sips in. He slid into the chair beside you, hand gliding over your shoulder in greeting. He started to lean in, lips moving to brush your cheek, but he stopped himself before he could, waving down the bartender instead.Â
âSo,â Eddie tapped the sticky wood top of the bar. âBad date?âÂ
âThe worst.â You muttered, taking another swig of your beer. âGuy was a total ass.âÂ
âYeah?â Eddieâs jaw ground tight, flexing with protective anger. âYou want me to kill him?âÂ
You snorted, lips curling in a small grin. âNo, heâs not worth that.â You hummed, propping your head in your hand. âHe was just an asshole. A total fucking asshole.âÂ
âWhatâd he say?â Eddie bit, hands buzzing, though he tried to play it cool.Â
âOh, the usual- teen mom, divorced, so clearly Iâm the biggest loser in the world.â You muttered, lip jutting in a pout, looking down at the ring of condensation left behind by your beer.Â
âHe said that?â Eddie snapped, eyes widening in a crazed way you hadnât seen in a while. âFucking piece of shit, Iâll beat the dogwalking shit out of him-âÂ
â-No, he didnât. He didnât say it like that.â You shook your head, placing a calming hand on his arm. âIt was implied. He was⌠He was just not nice, and I felt like it was getting worse, so I left. Came here instead.âÂ
Eddie nodded, the tension between the two of you a little uncomfortable. The bartender slid him his own beer, saving the two of you from the awkward silence. Eddie took his beer, tilting it toward you with a soft smile.Â
âThat guys a fucking idiot. Doesnât know what heâs missed out on.â Eddieâs lips were tight in a pain-filled smile he tried to force, but his eyes gave him aways. They always gave him away.Â
âThanks.â You muttered, cheeks burning with a tingling heat. âHow were the kids tonight?âÂ
âGood.â Eddie nodded, swallowing his drink. âJude found a centipede. Lucy was not a fan.â
You grinned. âI donât blame her. You didnât let him bring it in?âÂ
âNo. Câmon,â Eddie scoffed lightly. âNo, I made him leave it outside. He wanted to keep it in his bug catcher, but I told him if it was meant to be his, it would stay. So he put it back in the grass.âÂ
âGood. Iâll come looking for you if I see a centipede in the house.â You glared at him playfully. âDid you give them a bath?âÂ
âDinner, bath, even read them a story.â Eddie smirked at you. âI can be a good dad, sometimes, ya know. Not a total deadbeat all the time.â He teased, shoulder bumping with yours.Â
Your stomach twisted. âI didnât- I didnât mean it like that. Iâm sorry.â You muttered, looking back at your beer.Â
âI was kidding.â Eddie said, setting his beer down. âHey, I was just kidding. I know youâre just looking out for the munchkins, Mama.âÂ
You swooned under his cooing praise, heart swelling with adoration. âI didnât- I would never say youâre a bad dad. Youâre not a bad dad, Eddie.â You met his gaze. âYouâre the best dad to them.âÂ
Eddieâs cheeks pinkened under your praise, chin ducking with a blush. âThank you,â He whispered, fingers tapping the bar top. âJust a shitty husband then?âÂ
You rolled your eyes lightly. âNo,â You clicked your tongue playfully. âNot a shitty husband. Not all the time anyways.â
Eddie grinned, dimples deep, eyes brightening. âYou had your good moments.âÂ
âYeah?â Eddie hummed, leaning in towards you. âLike when?âÂ
Youâre body burned, electric tingles shooting to your core. The look in his eyes, squinting just barely, lips pursing, tongue rolling over his teeth- a look you were all too familiar with. You knew better, knew so much better than to let him sway you, to give into your urges.Â
âHm, I can think of a few times.â You purred, leaning in closer to him, lashes batting sweetly. âMaybe you could remind me?âÂ
Eddieâs wide grin stood the test of time. The same wild, excited grin heâd give you years ago hadnât changed, it still left you spinning, abandoning your better judgment, following him with blinders into anything.Â
âChrist, I fuckinâ missed you.â Eddie moaned, breathy and quiet, lips pressing to yours in fever.Â
You shuddered under his touch, his fingers circling your clit perfectly, expertly- he was, after all, been with you for so long, he knew exactly how you wanted it. The house was quiet, the drone of the TV on for background noise, hoping the kids wouldnât wake up.Â
âEddie,â You whispered, eyes rolling back, clawing his shoulder at a particularly perfect rub that had you seeing stars. âFuck, that felt good.âÂ
âYeah? Feels good. I can always make you feel good, sweetheart.â Eddie muttered, wet smooches trailing down your neck, down your collarbones. âWant me to make you feel better? Keep you feelinâ good? Lemme make you feel good.âÂ
His hands moved, pushing down your dress. Eddie looked, trying to will his mind silent at the sight of your matching, lacy set. It drove Eddie to his knees to see you in it, but his heart dropped knowing you hadnât picked it to wear it for him.Â
He shoved the lacy panties down, letting them pool at your ankles, hands sinking on your hips. You wiggled, stilling your hips to keep them from bucking when Eddie kissed your mound, teasing kisses all the way down to your slit.Â
âSpread your legs fâme.â Eddieâs breath ghosted over your skin, a half grin spreading across his features when you kicked your legs open, arching forward for him.Â
Eddieâs tongue ran teasingly over your left lip, your right, before licking a long stripe right through your wet folds. In the past, he would have teased you, toyed with you until you whined and begged for him to fuck you. Back when he used to have you whenever he wanted, heâd lived for that, but now, he didnât have that luxury. He had to make the most of his time now, at your call, at your service.Â
You bit your fist, trying to swallow back a moan that threatened to tear out of your throat. Your vibrator, tucked away in your sock drawer, could never replace this- replace him. His touch, the rush of endorphins that came from the pleasure he gave you, always eager to please.Â
Finger raking through his curls, you tugged him further and further into you, hips grinding on his face. âTh-Thatâs it. That feels good.â You whispered.Â
Eddie moaned, sending waves of vibrations to your core, knees buckling under the feeling. Your breath caught, head tipping back to silence the moans, ripples of pleasure crashing over you.Â
âOkay, okay, stop.â You panted, pushing on the top of his head, trying to writhe out of his touch.Â
Eddieâs face fell in hurt, in fear, scanning your features. He knew it was coming, the inevitable that youâd change your mind, tell him you couldnât do this. âI-I need you.â His heart leapt at your words. âI just need you right now, please.âÂ
It felt like a dream, having you wrapped around him in every way. Buried inside you, Eddie tried to savor the feeling, really feel you in case this was the last time. Your legs tight around his hips, arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you as he fucked you into the mattress- into the bed that you both shared for so many years.Â
Your nails clawed down his back, biting at his shoulder to keep yourself quiet, toes curling in pleasure. Eddieâs hand slid between the two of you, circling your clit as he approached his own orgasm. He knew you were close, knew everything about you.Â
âFuck, you feel so fuckinâ good. The best, the fuckinâ best, baby.â Eddie whispered, breath hot over your ear, nipping at your ear lobe. Your body shuddered, hips bucking with pleasure.Â
âFuckinâ missed you. Missed you- ah.â Eddie whined, nearly cumming when your teeth bit his shoulder, the spark of pain making his slops get sloppier and sloppier.Â
Eddieâs lips moved to yours, biting your bottom lip, sucking on it while his fingers slid over your clit until you were shaking, flooding over his length. Your grip loosened, melting into the mattress as he finished, drilling into you.Â
âFuck, feel so good. Fuckinâ love the way you feel.â Eddie looked down at you, eyes glassy and dazed from your own orgasm, lips bitten from him.Â
A final pump, a final grunt, and he was spilling inside you, hips still slowly rolling inside you, dropping his face into your neck. You held him tight, muffling his moans into your skin. âI love you, I love you, I love you.â Eddie rambled, chest to chest, heaving and clinging to the other.Â
A feeling settled around the two of you after you broke apart, laying side by side under the sheets, the house still, quiet, filled with a tension you couldnât quite figure out.Â
âIâm sorry you had a shitty date.â Eddie muttered, voice a little raspy.Â
ââS alright.â You sighed, stretching under the sheets. âEnded pretty good, all things considered.âÂ
âYeah it did.â Eddie grinned softly. âMissed you.âÂ
Your heart ached, sinking in your chest. âI-I think you just missed having sex.âÂ
âNo,â Eddie said firmly, shaking his head. âNo, I-I missed you. I missed this, us.â He rolled over, turning towards you.Â
âEddie-âÂ
â-No, I just- Iâm sorry, and I know I was a dick, and I-I did some things, but, baby, weâre good. Weâre so good together.â Eddie whispered, reaching for you. âWeâre meant to be together. You know we are. Itâs always been us, itâs always supposed to be us.âÂ
âWeâre not good together.â You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. âWeâre not good for each other.âÂ
âDonât say that.â Eddieâs eyes shined with hurt, shaking his head. âHow-How can you say that-âÂ
â-Because, weâre good now. Right now, but⌠but then itâll be just like it was, and weâll be right back to fighting.â You pressed your palms to your eyes, chest tightening with the post orgasm clarity, the realization of your mistake. Youâd never learn your lesson, no matter how many times youâd go through this.Â
âBaby, we could go back to counseling. I just- We should try. I want to try, I want to be a family again. I want to be better this time. I promise Iâll be better this time, please.â Eddie reached for your hand, pulling them off your eyes. âPlease, sweetheart, one more chance? I wonât⌠I wonât fuck it up.âÂ
You squeezed his hand, body aching, yearning to lean into him. To agree, to nod and let him love on you, love you. To give him another chance, to see him wake up in the bed next to you, back in the house with the kids all the time.Â
But you couldnât.Â
For them. Jude and Lucy had a hard enough time with the divorce, understanding why you two were separating. How did you explain to kids that mommy and daddy were like the weather; good some days, disastrous the other?Â
âI-I canât, Eddie.â You whispered, looking at him with eyes shining. âJude and LucyâŚThatâs not- This isnât good for them.â Your breath shuttered, heart breaking in your chest.Â
Eddieâs own heart was breaking, you could see it on his face. âI just need time. I donât know.â You admitted, swallowing around the lump in your throat. âBut now, I just canât now.âÂ
Eddie nodded, swallowing around his own heart breaking. âAlright,â He nodded. âWhatever you decide, Iâll⌠Iâll always support you. Iâll always love you, too. No matter what.âÂ
Your lip wobbled, squeezing his hand tight in yours. âThank you.â You whispered. âI just need some time, Eddie.âÂ
âIâve got time. Iâll wait.â Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to your knuckles gently. âAlways here for you.â He pulled you close to him, arms wrapped around your frame, squeezing you tight to his chest.Â
For a moment, you relaxed, let yourself feel at peace as he held you. Allowed yourself that selfishness in the still of the night. Youâd stay like that for a while, until you sent him to the couch. âThings are confusing as it is for them. They donât need to get their hopes up if they see us in the bed together.â And Eddie would do it, of course he would. Heâd do it for you, for them, for the hope that he might one day get his family back to normal. Back to the way it should be.Â
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Youâre a Stark now.
Cregan Stark x reader
Summary: Cregan and the reader take a trip to the market to spend time away from the Winterfell walls. One vendor gets too aggressive.
Warnings: extra protective Cregan, anger, talk of harsh punishments
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Cregan had woken his still newly-wedded wife to the question of if she would accompany him out of the Winterfell walls.
Any time with him was welcomed by her. He was very busy as the Warden that any moment was precious.
She quickly rose and began to get ready, biting her lip when she still couldnât retrieve her Stark pin for her cloak. Now three days without, and sheâd have to tell him.
But thatâs a problem for later.
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âThis is lovely,â Lady Stark commented to the merchant as she neared the small table.
Cregan had disappeared to the blacksmith, trusting her under her guards gaze until he returned.
Her finger grazed over the top of one of the handmade arrows before the merchantâs voice chipped up, âcareful.â
She jumped a bit, created the smallest of nicks on her finger, but it still oozed blood just the same.
The man huffed, âCanât ya read the damn sign?â
She looked up with wide eyes to the sign that laid on one of the tables. Her eyes scanned it, but it made no sense to her. Now was not the time to admit to her people that she couldnât read the common tongue. Her cheeks flushed red, âmy sincerest apologies. I meant no harm.â
âWhatever, girl.â He huffed lightly.
She turned back to look at her guard, Ser Martin. He always stayed far enough for her to enjoy herself, but not too far as to not intervene when needed. But he hardly moved when words were said. Only when actions took place. She liked that about him.
She frowned slightly and moved to the merchantâs next table. Atop it laid a tool she had never seen before. A small mallet of some sort and a rather large spike. Multiples of them laid out for sale, and she couldnât think of a reason to need such a thing. Fearing another scoff, she asked, âWhat are these exactly?â
The man felt the need to roll his eyes and he laughed mockingly, âWhat are these?! You canât be serious!â
Her cheeks couldnât be more red, âI⌠I am not Northern. I do not⌠I do not know much of it, I am afraid.â
The man sneered, âYou stupid girl. I wager youâll freeze your little arse off before winter even comes.â
She felt her eyes water but she held it back. She couldnât stay there any longer.
She distracted herself at the booth a few down, where a young woman sold seeds and dried petals of various flowers. She chatted with the woman for a while, even making a friend of her.
She helped the Lady of Winterfell pick petals to scent her chambers with and seeds to grow said flowers in the window of her chambers, swearing that they lived through the cold.
She thanked the woman kindly before turning around, directly into a broad chest.
When she felt a familiar hand around her waist and chuckle, she relaxed into Cregan.
He bent down to her ear with a low voice, âhave you enjoyed yourself?â
She looked to him and nodded lightly, âI⌠I have.â
He smirked just barely, âSer Martin tells me you have made many friends.â
âI suppose I have,â she answers truthfully.
âI have finished my business at the smith. Are you ready to journey back, or is there still things you must see?â His hand began to trace up and down her back through the cloak.
âI am at your whim, Cregan.â
His other hand came up to her chin, âLet us lazily return then. Iâm afraid I have not had the chance to make friends as you have.â
She nodded and pulled away, âIâd like that.â
The two journeyed back ever so slowly with interlinked arms, pointing to each table with their favorite oddities on it, even stopping at a few now that Cregan had become interested.
Cregan seemed entirely fixed chatting with a vendor about maces when her eyes wandered a bit up the road.
She pulled on his sleeve with a soft voice, âCregan.â
He immediately gave his attention to her and bent down to her and spoke softly, âyes, my love?â
She furrowed her brows, âI was curious about something I saw earlier. Can⌠can you tell me what it is?â
His brows furrowed in turn, âI suppose I can. Where did you see it?â
She pointed up the road to a few tables down.
He nodded and looked back to her, âGo ahead and Iâll meet you there. Let me finish here, sweet girl.â
She let go of his sleeve and bowed her head lightly to the vendor in an apology of the interruption.
She quickly made her way up the road to the same vendor that had been so rude to her earlier, but she hoped Creganâs eventual presence would help ease the tension. She wanted so desperately to understand the tool she had seen.
But the manâs eyes were already set on her.
He immediately moved out into the street to meet her halfway, âGo on, girl. Take your pretty fur coat and go on! Iâve no business for you here.â
She paused in confusion. She really hadnât thought sheâd angered him that awfully. âI-â
â-ya what?â He stepped closer to her and reached out to touch her shoulder. âI wonât have no silly girl that-â
â-Touching my bride like that is an act of war, Bolton.â She didnât need to see Cregan to know exactly what was happening. He was behind her with a tightly clenched jaw and a hand on the sword still held in its sheath.
The man immediately stopped all words from his mouth and seemed to be in a daze.
Cregan gave a vicious smile, âI would suggest you remove your hand from her before I remove it entirely from your body.â
The words registered and the man moved away as if heâd been burned, âMy deepest apologies, my lord. I⌠I didnât knowâŚ. She had no sigil on her cloak.â
She didnât have the heart to turn to Cregan and see his reaction to her loss of pin.
Creganâs hand wrapped around her from behind and pushed her backwards as he stepped around her. He now stood in front of her protectively. âAnd here I believed you wanted Stark patronage.â He scoffed, âIf that is not the case, say so, rather than turning your Lady of Winterfell away in the streets.â
Only then did she looked around and take in the fact that everyone in the street was staring.
But Cregan couldnât have cared less.
The man held his hands out, âLord Stark, I am honored to have your patronage. I⌠I simply did not know. SheâŚâ he pointed to the woman tucked away safely behind Cregan, âShe was being reckless-â
â-Reckless? How so?â
The man paled but knew he had to continue what heâd started. âShe disobeyed the signs and⌠and then did not know what an ice pick was-â
âI donât care if your Lady of Winterfell asks for your left eye, I expect you to take it from your socket gladly!â Creganâs voice raised angrily, âand youâve made her feel like a fool in her own lands!â His gripped on his sword tightened in deep thought, âPerhaps I should take your hand as payment.â
Her hand shoots out to Creganâs back, a silent plea to not take things too far. He reacts to it almost immediately, relaxing himself with a deep sigh.
The man becomes hysterical, âPlease! Please, my lord! I will do anything!â
âCregan-â her voice finally broke out.
He growled under his breath in thought before finally speaking again, âApologize.â
The man looked up, âmâŚmy lord?â
Cregan grunted, âApologize.â
Bolton nodded, âI am most sincere in my apologies, my lord. I was wrong. So painfully wrong-â
âBeg for it.â Cregan growled.
The vendor paused for a moment before he dropped to his knees shamefully, âI will do anything. I am sorry-â
âAnd not to me.â Cregan grunted again. His arm moved behind her to pull his bride from behind him to now directly in front of him. He pulled her tightly to him, her back against his firm chest. He bent his head down to the side of her head, his voice low and dangerous, âto her.â
She was at a complete loss for words. She knew Cregan was gruff and demanding, honorable and proud, but she had never seen him so angered. He looked like a wolf ready to devour anything that stepped too close.
And all for her.
The man pleaded and whined and begged for her forgiveness immediately and she nodded. Cregan gave a light âtskâ in her ear before speaking softly to her, âmake him work for it.â
She turned her head to him in confusion.
He spoke again, âyouâre accepting because you feel empathetic. What do you want him to do for you to truly earn your forgiveness?â When she doesnât answer he chips in, âItâs hard to earn, and rightfully so. Especially from a sweet girl like you.â
âI donât want anything,â she finally says.
Creganâs smirk returns, âthatâs why youâre mine.â
He straights up to address the man, âYour lady has forgiven you, and so has Winterfell now.â He looks to the crowd and back to the man with a light sneer, âand Bolton? Thank the gods tonight that she is so forgiving.â
He immediately pulls her along with him, not bothering to stop at anything else after the scene they had caused.
His anger was still too great to be out in society and he needed something to take it out on.
The horse ride back was tense and awkward. She knew he wasnât angry with her, but she wasnât sure what to say or how to fix it, and so she didnât.
The two even separated once inside Winterfell. She went to their chambers and Cregan went immediately to the training yard.
She watched from the balcony for a while. He beat away at a dummy with a wooden sword, clearly in an unapproachable state.
âŚ
Supper was equally quiet. The two stared at each other from across the table.
Finally, Cregan spoke, âHow are you so easily pleased?â
She tilted her head, âIâm sorry?â
âEarlier. You forgave him so easily.â
âWell, he was sorry.â
âNot enough,â Cregan continued. âI would have made him do far worseâ
âIt was not worth-â
â-Do not tell me what it was worth, love!â He slammed his fist down. âIf he had embarrassed me, I would have taken his tongue. But he didnât. He did it to you.â His voice turned to iron, âI should have made him worship the ground you stand on.â
âCregan, I hold no grudge over it.â
âThere it is again,â he almost laughed in frustration. âYou are too kind, my love.â
âThe only frustration I hold over it now is towards you.â
His brows raise, âMe?â
She sat her glass down on the table, âYou are the only one still in flames about it. I wanted to enjoy a day out of Winterfell with you.â
He took that like a hit. He clenched his jaw and sighed, calming himself. âYouâre right. Iâve been too hard on you. On everyone. Let me try again today?â
She knew she could never hold a grudge against him, âof course.â
He smiled at her, âThank you.â
The silence grew into a comfortable one now and she was the one to break it. âI have a confession.â
He looked up to her as he ate, âoh?â
âIt is rather embarrassing and I do not wish for you to be upset with me.â
âI am never upset with you,â he quickly countered. âOut with it.â
She sat straighter in her chair, âI lost the sigil you gave me. The one for my cloak.â
Silence grew.
She tried to reason, âIâve misplaced it. I promise I shall find it again. I shouldnât have set it down and I am most sorry-â
She stopped when she heard his light chuckles from across the table. âWhat? Why do you mock me?â
He quickly held a hand out and collected himself, âI do not mock you, sweet girl. Iâm simply surprised it took you so long to tell me.â
She stuttered, âI didnât⌠I wasnâtâŚâ
Cregan looked up to one of the servants, âBring the new one for me, will you?â
The Lady of Winterfell simply stared in embarrassed confusion.
So, Cregan began to explain, âWhen I wedded you, beautiful, I did not have time to have a pin of your own crafted for your cloak, so I gave you one of mine temporarily.â
She nodded, trying to see where he was going with the story.
âThat is why I was at the black smith today. Theyâve created all my best ones and I only thought it fair that you deserve the best. I took the one you had been wearing to them to be replicated. They managed to finish it today and I retrieved it.â
âThat is why we were out today?â She asked.
He smiled, âentirely. That and I supposeâŚâ he tilted his head back and forth, âwhen the North manages to see the sun, I like to see you in it.â
She grew a smile.
The servant returned with a cloth in hand, setting it on the table next to Y/n.
The woman took it and unwrapped it, revealing the finely decorated pin for her cloak.
Her eyes widened and she smiled, âCregan, this is quite beautiful, but I loved yours all the same.â
He chuckled, âI know that, pretty, but you deserve your own. You are a Stark now.â
Her eyes met his dark ones, âthat I am.â
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in an attempt to rekindle an already fractured relationship, you open your eyes to the harsh reality that some things, once broken, can no longer be repaired.
pairings. ryĹmen sukuna, fem!reader
genre. florist x tattoo artist au, mild angst, opposites attract
tags/warnings. strong language, degradation, explicit smut, toxic relationship
notes. 8.3k wc. hereâs the last part !! although there will still be an epilogue, which will be posted a few days from now (letâs not jinx it lol). but thank you for supporting this three-part fic :â) feedback and reblogs are most appreciated!
part 2 | epilogue
He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.Â
Sighing, you stood behind the counter of your floral shop, absentmindedly picking on the rose petals like an infatuated teenager. It was almost ridiculous what you were doing out of boredom. And although the sweet scent of the flowers surrounding you were supposed to feel calming, it did little to lift the terrible weight on your chest.Â
Two weeks had passed since you had given your virginity to Satoru. Two weeks since you tried to move on from Sukuna.
Others might say you were too irrational with it. Others might say you did the right thing. But honestly, what was so good about having sex with a guy you barely knew when you spent years refusing to do it with your actual boyfriend?Â
Yes, you were definitely, undeniably irrational with it. You realized it all too late after you had already given your virginity to another guy. You werenât even sure what compelled you to ask Satoru to do it with you, but at the time, it felt right. It felt reasonable that you were trying to get over an ex-boyfriend, out of spite, for not setting boundaries with other women while you were still together. You thought it would be fair to play a similar part in this tragic tale, that it wouldnât be too bad not to set boundaries with other men who showed attraction to you, too.Â
After all, Sukuna had countless women constantly latching onto him, while Satoru was the first guy within your past relationship who developed an interest in you.Â
Besides, it wasnât some kind of fairytale scene when you two slept together. Because to Satoru, it was nothing but a casual encounter. He did his best to make sure that you enjoyed it from finish to end, and you appreciated his sincerity in guiding you throughout, yet you couldnât deny to yourself that all you had been thinking of at the time was Sukuna. You contrasted everything Satoru did with Sukunaâlike how Satoru was slow and sensual, while Sukuna was rough and vulgar. Satoru enjoyed cuddling afterward, whereas Sukuna would likely go straight to sleep. Satoru was too clingy and playful, while Sukuna was more reserved and mature.
The worst part was, your heart still preferred one over the other. And it wasnât the guy with the white hair and blue eyes.Â
Satoru was a good guy, and he had genuine intentions, but after being intimate with someone you werenât in love with, you understood that your potential relationship would never be as good as your previous one. You longed for a man like Sukuna, because despite his typical bad boy persona, he was anything but boring. Being with him was a thrill, and no matter how toxic it was, you were addicted to him.
And thatâs wrong. Your lips curled into a frown.Â
You glanced out the window for what felt like the hundredth time that day, your eyes drawn across the street to Sukunaâs tattoo shop. The neon sign that once buzzed with life now hung dark and lifeless. Every now and then, you could see some of his old clients passing by the shop, hoping for a chance that their favorite tattoo artist was back in business. But Sukuna still hadnât reopened the shop in days, for almost a month now as a matter of fact, and his absence filled you with a gnawing sense of worry and longing.Â
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, while that was certainly true, it also drove you crazy. Why hasnât he opened his shop? you wondered, biting your lip. Did he move out? Did he forget about me entirely?
You turned back to your flowers, but your hands stilled as your thoughts consumed you. What would Sukuna think if he knew someone else had taken your virginity? The thought made your stomach twist. You could already hear his voice telling you that you had given yourself to someone else out of desperation, but it clearly didnât work. If anything, it only made you miss him even more.
Your fingers traced the petals of a rose as memories flooded your mind. The way Sukuna used to look at you, his intense eyes softening just for you. The way his laugh would rumble through his chest when you said something funny. You missed him. You missed everything about him, even the way he could infuriate you with his arrogance.
A sigh escaped your lips as you placed the finished bouquet in a vase. The floral shop was quiet today, save for the distant hum of traffic outside. The city would be busy again during rush hour, but for now, you leaned against the counter, your gaze drifting back to the tattoo shop across. Heâs probably with his ex, you thought, feeling a lump form in your throat. Yet you couldnât help but wonder if he still thought about you. Did he miss me too? Or had he moved on completely?
You pressed your hand to your heart. You wanted to be with him. You wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how much you regretted trying to move on so quickly, how much you wished you didnât break up with him. You had no backbone when it came to Sukuna. But the fear of rejection, the fear that he no longer cared, kept you rooted in place.
Pushing yourself off the counter, you walked to the front door and flipped the sign to âClosed.â It was best to close off early today. You needed a moment to yourself, a moment to clear your head in the safety of your bedroom. But as you locked the door, you couldnât stop yourself from stealing one last glance at Sukunaâs shop. The light flickered at first, making you wonder whether you had just imagined it, but then your heart skipped a beat when you saw the lights completely turning on inside.
Your pulse quickened, and you found yourself drawn to the sight. If it was him in there, maybe this was your chance to talk and clear the air. Or maybe, it wouldnât be wrong to simply check on him since he had been away for almost a month. What if something terrible had happened to him during those past weeks? What if he had gotten sick? With hesitant steps, you eventually crossed the street and approached his shop. There, you could see him through the window as you got closer, shirtless and his rib wrapped in a bandage, clearly covering a fresh new tattoo. In seeing your presence, he looked up, but his eyes passed over you as if you werenât even there.
You knocked lightly on the glass door, and he glanced up again, but his expression remained indifferent, like he was trying to suppress his emotions. He didnât move to open the door as you expected. In fact, he seemed to be arguing with himself in his head.
âHey,â you started, your voice trembling slightly. âCan we talk?â
Sukuna didnât respond right away when he wiped his hands on a rag, still not meeting your eyes. Your heart ached from the heavy silence, but before you could say anything more, the sound of a car engine broke the stillness of that scene.Â
An expensive McLaren car pulled up to the curb, and you were quick to recognize its owner.Â
It was Satoru rolling down his window, a bright smile on his face as he looked at you. His beam was almost blinding, distracting you from the presently awkward situation you had placed yourself in.
âY/N,â he greeted cheerfully, completely oblivious to the tension. âDid you miss me?â
Oh, Jesus.Â
The words hung in the air like a bomb, and you felt the color drain from your face as you thought of how dangerous this situation would be for you. When you saw Sukunaâs eyes flicker with interest, his posture stiffened as he finally paid attention, and you realized it was too late. Way too late.Â
âIs that guy bothering you?â Sukuna finally asked, his voice unusually calm as he approached the door. The closer the proximity, the more your heart started to race. It was running at 250 km/h like it was on track.Â
Satoruâs smile then faltered, now sensing the shift in the atmosphere. It was his first time meeting Sukuna, and based on the stories you had shared with him and Suguru, he was smart enough to recognize that the tattooed man was your ex.Â
âI got what you asked for.â Satoru ignored Sukuna and looked back at you, holding up a small bag. âBirth control, right?â
Never in your life did you want to disappear like a puff of smoke. The sudden turn of events was so wild and unexpected. You could see that Satoru was enjoying provoking your ex-boyfriend, but the whole exchange was making you feel nauseous. The tension was so overwhelming that you couldnât speak, or move, or do anything at all. You were simply frozen.Â
It was also at that time when Sukunaâs eyes narrowed, his gaze moving between you and Satoru. The pieces began to click into place, and a dark realization settled over his features. âYou slept with him?â he asked, his voice low and accusatory.
âSukuna, IâŚâ Your breath caught in your throat because you couldnât find the damn words to respond. Should you deny it? Should you say it wasnât anything like that? There was no way you could get out of this situation even if you wanted to.Â
But Satoru stepped out of his car in your defense. âItâs none of your business what she doesââ
âShut up, you douchebag,â Sukuna snapped, his glare turning deadly. He looked at you with sharp eyes, ones filled with a mixture of hurt and fury. With the way he was glaring, you knew he was murdering you in his head. âSo this is how you move on?â
Your eyes stung from the incoming tears. You wanted to explain, to tell him that you only did it out of spite, but the words just wouldnât come. You knew it was still wrong and that it would be a huge slap to his face hearing that you had hooked up with someone else before him. You hadnât even confirmed anything, yet the intensity of Sukunaâs gaze already made you feel like you were suffocating.Â
As the two men stood there, locked in a silent standoff, you recognized it as the loudest silence you had experienced in your life. That was, until Satoru broke that silence by reaching for your hand. âLetâs go,â he said gently, guiding you towards his car.
You hesitated for a moment, your eyes lingering on Sukuna, but the look of betrayal on his face was too much to bear. It was either you turn away and leave him behind or you stay there and explain to him.Â
Unfortunately, you didnât have the courage to do the latter.Â
â â
The roar of Sukunaâs bike echoed through the night, slicing through the darkness as he raced down the highway like a motorcycle racer on a professional track. His mind was a whirl of thoughts, jealousy and rage fueling his every movement. With every thought of you, his knuckles felt cold.Â
Look, he wasnât planning to pursue you after you left with that guy, but his ego just wouldnât allow it. After piecing the situation together, something inside him just snapped. Like a timebomb. A very dangerous one. He couldnât control his emotions, and he couldnât just let you go like that. Damn it. Almost two years of forcing him into celibacy, and you suddenly threw yourself at a guy you just met?
He revved his motorbike, scoffing bitterly behind his helmet. He was riding recklessly, without a care to the other vehicles he almost crashed into. Fuck. He had spent nearly a month sulking over your pathetic breakup, he had tried his hardest to avoid you, when all this time, you were out there offering your virginity to some random trust fund-looking guy. How ridiculous was that? How utterly, goddamn ridiculous was it? Maybe you had just revealed your true colors right there. You had always felt uncertain about Sukuna because he had nothing but a tattoo shop and a decent motorbike. Now, youâve met the picture-perfect guy your parents always wanted for you, so you found it easy to spread your legs open and allow some other guyâs dick inside.
You were worse than a whore.Â
The wind whipped against his bare chest, but he paid no mind to the cold. He didnât care anymore. Even if the police were to chase after him, he didnât fucking care. His focus was on the red taillights of your new guyâs McLaren car ahead of him. Sukuna pushed the throttle, his bike accelerating with a ferocious growl, causing a scene along the highway.Â
He mapped the situation in his head. Who was faster in this highway chase; the McLaren or his bike? While the McLaren 720 had a higher top speed, Sukunaâs Yamaha YZF-R1 was highly agile and could be more maneuverable in tight spaces. In a straight-line chase, the McLaren would eventually outpace his bike, but in scenarios involving a lot of maneuvering, he could have an advantage.
Too bad for you and your new guy though, since this highway was Sukunaâs domain. His superbike had already passed through the tightest of spaces in the midst of traffic during rush hour, so he was a clear winner here.Â
And in saying that, the distance between you closed rapidly, and soon he was right behind the car, the bikeâs engine roaring like a beast unleashed. With a piercing screech of tires, Sukuna maneuvered his bike alongside Satoruâs car, forcing him to pull over by kicking the driverâs side door. The car drifted and screeched to a halt on the shoulder of the highway, and Sukuna followed suit, cutting the engine and dismounting in one fluid motion. His precious bike, now discarded on the floor, all for the sake of confronting the woman he thought had loved him.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Satoru demanded, stepping out of the car with a confident swing. He tried to look tough by using their height differences against him, but he wasnât intimidating to Sukuna at all.Â
âGet out, Y/N,â Sukuna ordered, his voice dangerously low as he ignored Satoru and the countless cars honking behind them. His eyes were locked on the passenger side where you sat, your expression an amalgam of fear and hesitation. âI said get the fuck out!âÂ
âDude, chill out.â Satoru tried to put a hand on his shoulder, only to have his hand swiftly rebuffed. âIâm not letting her go with a man whoâs clearly upset.â
âStay the fuck outta this,â Sukuna growled, his fists clenched at his sides. The white-haired punk should take that as a warning. He should back out before his fist lands on his precious face. Plastic surgery isnât cheap nowadays. âY/N, if you donât wanna cause a scene, I suggest you get the fuck outta there.â
**
Your chest rose and fell as you looked between the two men. You knew Sukuna well enough to understand that he wasnât going to back down. And with a line of angry cars honking at the unnecessary traffic jam you were causing, you had no other choice but to open the door and step out.
Satoru's first instinct was to gesture for you to stay back. âY/Nââ
âSatoru, itâs okay,â you said softly. âI need to talk to him.â
The white-haired man hesitated at first, clearly worried for your safety, but with your insistence, he eventually nodded and stepped back to give you space. Sukunaâs eyes burned with intensity as he watched that interaction between you two.
ââKuna, can we at least pull over on the side and not talk in the middle of the highway?â you practically begged, your voice trembling as a few cars managed to squeeze their way between the McLaren and the YZF-R1, throwing harsh curse words towards you and your ex-boyfriend for the road blockage you had caused. Sukuna didnât even flinch. All you could see was the anger in his eyes, and the pain lurking just beneath his irises.
âIâm perfectly fine talking here,â was Sukunaâs reply, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âTell me why youâre with that douche. I think you owe me a damn good explanation, angel.â
You swallowed hard, your throat tightening. You just wanted to get this conversation over with. âW-We broke up. It shouldnât matter to you anymore.â
Beep. Beep. âGet off the road, you idiots! Youâre holding everyone up!â
Beep. Beep. âWho do you think you are, blocking traffic like this?â
âIs that so?â Sukuna scoffed, taking a step closer as he cornered you. âYou moved on pretty quickly, didnât you?â
You flinched at his tone, but you knew you had to tell him the truth. You knew you would not be able to escape this situation if you didnât admit it sooner or later. âSomething did happen between me and Satoru,â you finally confessed, feeling uneasy from the lingering eyes of the heated drivers. âI didnât plan it, it was justâŚâ
Beep. Beep. âThis is a highway, not a soap opera set!â
Beep. Beep. âTake your drama somewhere else!â
Sukunaâs eyes were clouded in disgust, the color of his lenses becoming red from the fire of his fury. âSo you really gave it to him?!â he demanded, his voice rising. He looked like he could punch someone at this rate. âAfter everything we had, you gave yourself to someone else?!â
Beep. Beep. âLearn to drive and pull over if you want to argue!â
You could feel your entire body shaking, but you tried to hold your ground. âI-I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought it would help me forget about you.â
âForget about me?â Sukunaâs laugh was harsh, almost maniacal, because he was truly losing his shit. âYou think you can forget about me by sleeping with some random guy?â He took another step closer, his presence far more overwhelming than the rest of the vehicle surrounding you. âYouâre nothing to me now,â he snarled at your face, the reality of his words cutting through your heart like a knife. âYouâre just another girl who threw herself away.â
Tears spilled over as you watched him turn his back on you, preparing to mount his bike again. âAnd what about you, Sukuna?â you challenged, despite his obvious departure. âDo you think youâre any better? You act as if you wouldnât have cheated on me if I hadnât confronted you about it!â
For a moment, Sukuna was silent, his anger and pain warring within him. Then he shook his head, his expression hardening as he pulled down the visor of his helmet. âBut I never cheated,â he said that fact coldly, âSo, donât expect me to stick around and pick up the pieces. Youâre just somebodyâs leftover now.â
He turned away, the finality of his words hanging in the air to wreck you in half. As soon as he sped up the bike, he vanished into the highway, accelerating from 0 to 60 mph in 2 seconds. The roar of his bike was louder than a thunderstorm. He didnât even care for his own safety. And as you watched him go, you could feel the rain pouring out with your heart breaking all over again, like a vase cracking against the floor, its pieces forever irreparable.Â
His words hurt more than his actions ever did. And you were never one to handle it as good as you thought you would be.
â â
âIâm not trying to be biased here or anything,â Choso said, lighting his cigarette as he leaned against his Harley Davidson bike. âBut even if you werenât my step-bro, I still think you did the right thing. I wouldnât be able to stomach hearing my ex-girlfriend be fucked by some dude after years of not giving it to me.â
Sukuna crouched next to his R1, the polished bike gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the garage. He had his shirt lay discarded nearby, leaving his toned torso exposed as he worked on changing oil. Sweat mixed with grease smudged across his chest and arms, emphasizing the taut muscles and the intricate tattoos that covered his skin. If he had women here, they would have fainted already. The sight of him sweaty and shirtless while working on his bike would have been an eye candy for them, but he didnât need to think of that now. He merely focused on moving his hands deftly, loosening bolts and draining the old oil into a container. The methodical process offered him a momentary distraction from the chaos in his mind.
âItâs simple,â Sukuna spoke, pausing to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand and inadvertently spreading more grease, âThe albino guy looks rich. She just proved to me sheâs nowhere near being a good girl when a rich guyâs involved.âÂ
The memory of his ex-girlfriend as she was picked up by another man replayed in his head. He couldnât stop imagining how your first night went on. Did you let him fuck you raw? Did you let him hit you from the back? Did you let him cum inside? Did you go for round two? Did you choke on his cock like a good girl?Â
He remembered what your naked body looked like. How soft your breasts felt like. How sweet your pussy tasted like. Now, another man had a taste of it, and he couldnât be any more disgusted. It was sickening to think that another manâs cock got to feel you inside before he did. And that you willingly allowed it.Â
âFuck that,â he muttered to himself, tightening the new oil filter. His eyes narrowed in concentration, but his mind drifted back to the breakup. Heâd always prided himself on being in control, on not letting himself be caught in temptation. But you had pushed his buttons too far, and even though he still never betrayed you, he was sick in the stomach to see that you were the first one who did.Â
âWomen,â Choso agreed, grinning as he shook his head. âIf she wasnât Yukiâs friend, I wouldâve cut her off.âÂ
The wrench slipped from Sukuna's hand, leaving it to clatter to the ground. He cursed under his breath, bending down to retrieve it, his movements were fluid and graceful despite the tension in his body. âYou donât need to cut her off. Itâs between me and her. She still treated you like a brother.â
The younger man raked his fingers through his raven hair, checking himself out on the bikeâs mirror. âNah. She was closer to Yuuji than me, anyway.âÂ
Sukuna stood up, wiped his hands on a rag, and poured fresh oil into the engine. The task was almost done, but his thoughts remained tangled. Seeing you with someone else couldnât stop igniting a fire in him, a possessive rage he couldnât quite shake. He missed the way you two were before, the way you couldn't get enough of each other when you were together. He missed the connection you shared, because it was something he hadnât felt with anyone else.
Finishing the oil change, he straightened up, staring at his reflection in the bikeâs mirror. The man looking back at him seemed foreign, his usual arrogance tempered by a vulnerability he didnât care to acknowledge. He then ran a hand through his hair, smearing more grease, and sighed.
âMaybe itâs time to go back to the old times,â Sukuna spoke his thoughts out loud, with his step-brother merely staring at him. âIâm single now.âÂ
With a final glance at the bike, Sukuna grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, the fabric sticking to his damp skin. He needed a ride to clear his head, to feel the rush of the wind against his face. As he swung a leg over the R1, threw his helmet on, and revved the engine, the powerful roar echoed through the space, drowning out his thoughts for a moment.
âBe careful out there!â was Chosoâs last reminder.
He sped off, the world blurring around him, but no matter how fast he went, he couldnât escape the image of your face or the sting of jealousy that burned in his chest. His mind was clouded with thoughts of you, and your face haunted him at every turn.Â
As he rode, his anger simmered, his frustration building with each passing moment. The pain of betrayal gnawed at him, further fueling his reckless impulses. Youâre such a piece of shit. All this time, you were claiming to be this too good of a girl who was as innocent as a bunny. When, as a matter of fact, you and your new boy toy were fucking each other like rabbits. It was funny, really, how you made him wait two years for nothing. He was your boyfriend, and yet you deprived him of sexual pleasure by pretending you were scared of it. What kind of stupid virgin would throw herself to a random guy when sheâs scared to lose her virginity to her own boyfriend?Â
Such bullshit. With a growl of frustration, Sukuna veered off course, his bike skidding to a stop in front of a familiar building. The apartment loomed before him as a dark silhouette against the night sky. It had been several weeks since he had seen her, but tonight, he didnât care.
His fists clenched at his sides as he marched up the steps to her door. His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of anger and desperation swirling inside him. He was going crazy and he wanted to blow off steam. He wanted to let his frustration out, so he banged on the door, the sound of his fist colliding with the wood echoing through the quiet street.
After a moment, the door swung open, and a stunned Yorozu stood before him, bleary-eyed and disheveled. Surprise flickered across her face as she took in his appearance, his eyes burning with intensity.
âRyo⌠What are you doing here?â she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. The last time they spoke, he was very vocal about having a girlfriend and wanting to keep things professional.Â
Sukuna, this time around, didnât bother with pleasantries. âI need you.â
Yorozuâs eyes widened in surprise. âBut youââ
âPlease, Yorozu.â He pressed a hand against the door, cornering her in between. âI really, really need you right now.âÂ
She wasnât naive. She understood his implication, and he had certainly conveyed that he was no longer with you. And without hesitation, she stepped aside, allowing him to enter without a word. Sukuna felt a rush of adrenaline as soon as he was inside her place, his mind consumed by the need to forget, if only for a moment.
The door closed behind him, and in the darkness of the apartment, Sukuna grabbed Yorozuâs face and kissed her lips, drowning her in the heat of passion. Things were a blur after that, because he wasnât thinking clearly. Because he wasnât in his proper mind. He was letting his rage cloud his thoughts, his bitterness driving his every movement. The next thing he knew, they were stumbling into her room, unable to break their intense kiss. He had kissed her like there was no tomorrow, like her mouth was suction that he couldnât escape.Â
And soon enough, she was naked in her room, knelt before him as he forced his cock inside her mouth. He couldnât get a sense of time. He couldnât even tell if it was already midnight. All he knew was that his next few hours were spent with Yorozu, this time around, with him burying his digits in and out of her soaking pussy.Â
âHaaah!â She arched her back as an intense wave of pleasure hit her insides. âR-Ryo!âÂ
Fuck. Fuck it. Sukuna, without warning, put his cock inside her cunt. And her fucked her with rage, jostled her body like a sex doll, while her eyes rolled backwards in overwhelming satisfaction. She was grinning in absolute ecstasy, her breasts bouncing wildly as he continued to hit her sensitive spot before he leaned forward to suck her perfectly round breast.Â
Listen, he blacked out after that. So, if you were to ask him what happened after that session with Yorozu, he wouldnât be able to answer you because he genuinely passed out from exhaustion. All he remembered was them fucking each otherâs daylights out, and the next morning, she took good care of him like she was his girlfriend again.Â
No, she wasnât.Â
In fact, Sukuna was labeled an asshole for ghosting her. He didnât contact her after that night, nor did he have any further encounter with her. Instead, he went back to his old life way before you. An addict, an alcoholic, a womanizer.Â
For the next few months, that became his life without you.Â
He slept with different girls every few nights, especially his clients. It got to a point where he couldnât even recall their names, and he couldnât remember having brought them to his apartment the night prior, because he was often too high off his mind. Every girl who came to his tattoo shop for an appointment became his companion during the night. And today, one of those girls was among the many who annoyed him afterward.
âHey,â the girl spoke in a lascivious manner, running her slender fingers through his hair. He wasnât sure if her name was Rina or Kiko. âYou slept throughout the afternoon. Do you wanna go grab something to eat?âÂ
Sukuna groaned, covering his head with a duvet. âWhy are you still here?âÂ
He didnât need to see her face to know that confusion settled her delicate features. âBut I thought we wereâŚâÂ
âLeave,â was his harsh reply. âYouâre just a one-night stand to me.âÂ
â â
âSo, Y/N,â Suguru began with a playful twinkle in his eye. âWhy havenât you made Satoru yours yet?âÂ
You rolled your eyes at Getouâs antics. He was clearly on it with his best friend, and their goal today seemed to be to tease the heck out of you. âMaybe I like to keep him guessing,â you retorted with a smirk, though your mind was far from the playful banter.Â
âBut thereâs nothing to guess!â Satoru, on the other hand, protested. He was even displaying a childish pout. âWeâve seen each other naked, you knowââ
Before he could finish his sentence, you swiftly covered his mouth with your hand, earning a cackle from Suguru in return. Thank goodness there werenât that many people in the cafe today, because you were never safe around those two. They were inseparable, like two peas in a pod, sharing one brain cell. Like yin yang.
âShut up,â you merely replied.Â
âBaby, donât be shy,â Satoru teased again, giggling like an immature child together with Suguru. âYouâre an adult who did adult things.âÂ
You sighed, wondering if you would ever get a break from these idiots. âThis is exactly why I donât date you.âÂ
It was a joke, of course. The delivery, however, was a bit dry. But nonetheless, your statement caused Suguru to laugh at his best friend who, in his defense, tried to recover his trampled ego by denying your statement.Â
âSheâs lying,â Satoru denied, as if convincing Suguru was his top priority, âYou never told me your cousinâs hard-to-get.âÂ
 âYeah,â agreed Suguru, playfully, âDefinitely hard-to-get. The only girl who can make Sukuna pussy-less for two years.â
âHey!â It was Yuki who intervened, knowing full well that Getou was below the belt on that joke. âEnough of that.â
In truth, you felt it was a touchy subject for you. Anything related to Sukuna, especially that aspect of your past relationship, was something you avoided like a plague. You wanted no mentions of him, and of what he did, and of what you didnât do. He had simply become that person who canât be named, like Voldemort.Â
But the thing was, it was unavoidable sometimes. You werenât mad at Suguru for bringing him up. You knew that him and Satoru, ever mischievous, were just playfully ribbing at you, but you couldnât muster up the same enthusiasm to banter back. You were just upset because hearing Sukunaâs name reminded you of the very reason why you hadnât been in the happiest mood today.
If it wasnât obvious to them, your mind had been elsewhere since this morning, too fixated on the influx of girls you noticed had been frequently visiting Sukunaâs tattoo shop lately. You knew you didnât have the right to feel jealous anymore, you knew you should no longer care about what he does with his life, but you couldnât shake off the nagging feeling that something was off.
And Yuki, sensing your distraction, gently pulled you to the side for a private conversation away from the chatter of your friends.Â
âHey, Y/N. Everything okay?â Yuki asked, her tone soft and understanding. She wasnât forcing you to open up, rather, she was allowing you to share only what you wanted to.Â
You did hesitate for a moment before finding it safe to confide in her. âI just canât stop thinking about him. And those girls at his shop... I donât know, itâs just been bothering me."
Yuki listened attentively, her expression empathetic. âY/N, I know this might be hard to hear, but have you considered that Sukuna might be seeing other people?â
Your heart sank at Yukiâs words. You had entertained the thought before, but hearing it from someone else made it feel more real. âIs⌠Is he?âÂ
âWell, not exactly,â she admitted reluctantly. âBut Choso told me heâs been sleeping around.â Yuki then placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, anticipating your heartbreak from the news she delivered. And she was right. In just a few words, it felt like someone had stabbed you with a knife on the chest. âI'm sorry, Y/N. I agree, you deserve someone who respects and cherishes you. If Sukuna isnât that person, then maybe itâs time to let go.â
You forced a nod, feeling a mix of sadness and regret wash over you, but you didnât want to break down in front of Yuki. You definitely didnât want to cry with Satoru and Suguru around. You knew deep down that Yuki was right, but accepting it was just another matter entirely and you werenât sure if you were prepared for it.
âListen, why donât we go out?â she offered, a smile of encouragement spreading on her peachy lips, âLetâs have a drink or something. Anything just to keep your mind off of him. What do you say?âÂ
â â
It was a mistake.Â
You fidgeted uncomfortably on the barstool, feeling out of place amidst the pulsating music and the raucous laughter that filled the rooftop bar. Yuki, Getou, and Gojou seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, chatting animatedly over their drinks like it was a scene that they were used to. But for you, this environment was foreign territory. You werenât accustomed to the loudness, the crowdedness, the palpable energy that thrummed through the air. Heck, you didnât even drink alcohol. You couldnât stand the taste nor could you see the benefit of drinking.Â
But you didnât want to be a party pooper. Yuki did you a favor here, and it was for you to get your mind off the man who kept torturing your soul over and over. If you were to leave now, it would just beat Yukiâs purpose of tagging you along.Â
You were supposed to enjoy it. You were supposed to have fun, dancing with them, singing along to the music. They werenât even the type of music Sukuna listened to.Â
âY/N, bottoms up!â You werenât sure if it was Satoru or Suguru who said that, but they both offered you a small glass of vodka, urging you to drink it in one shot.Â
As much as you wanted to, you had to refuse, speaking over the loud music. âIâm good, thank you.âÂ
And as you scanned the room, your eyes inadvertently locked onto a figure across the bar.Â
Amidst the throng of people.Â
The one person you wanted to avoid.Â
Sukuna.Â
He stood out effortlessly in the crowd, exuding an aura of confidence and charisma that drew your gaze like a moth to a flame. You couldnât believe it. No, you just couldnât believe it. You could be hallucinating because it would be too much of a coincidence for him to be here.Â
But as soon as his eyes met yours, you knew he wasnât just a figure of your imagination. Deep in your heart, you knew it was him. You couldnât be mistaken when those eyes, those lips, those goddamn tattoos, were all him.
Though, as you two locked gaze, his expression told a different story. They were a jumble of surprise, guilt, and bitterness. He seemed just as startled to see you as you were to see him. But beneath it all, there was an undeniable tension, a silent acknowledgment of unfinished business between you.
No, you canât walk away from me. Excusing yourself quietly, you slipped away from the table, unnoticed by your friends, and made your way through the crowd of people towards him. He was already walking away at that point, ready to avoid your presence as if seeing you was torture for him. But didnât he know? You were too stubborn for your own good. You relentlessly followed him, squeezing in between a drunken crowd, realizing that Sukuna was heading down.Â
In the abandoned part of the buildingâs parking lot, you finally caught up to him, your heart pounding in your chest as you faced him.Â
ââKuna,â you called out, âPlease.âÂ
Sukuna turned to face you, his expression unreadable as he regarded you with dark, intense eyes. âHey,â he replied coolly, his voice a low rumble in the night air as he walked closer to his bike.
âYouâre not supposed to ride when youâre drunk,â you began.Â
To which he sneered at. âWhy? You think Iâm here to offer you a ride back home, angel?âÂ
Aggravating as ever. He was still that arrogant bastard you knew, and loved. âNo, youâre probably doing that to someone else.âÂ
âWhy donât you go back to your filthy rich boyfriend?âÂ
âAre you jealous?â you bit back, now feeling a palpable tension transpiring between you, but you tried not to let it stop you from speaking to him. âWhatever happened to me and Satoru was just one time.âÂ
Sukuna scoffed at your statement. âI didnât ask, angel.âÂ
Truthfully, he was the most frustrating man in the world right now. And dealing with him was definitely the hardest job ever, but your purpose of running after him wasnât to bicker. All you wanted was to confirm something that had been bothering you. So you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. âHave you been sleeping around?âÂ
His expression remained stoic, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of defiance. âAre you jealous?â he mocked, returning the same question back to you. âSo what if I am?âÂ
You couldnât tell what overcame you more; was it the pain or the anger? But surely, a hundred percent, your frustration was definitely boiling over. âSo you are,â you huffed, âSee, that wasnât so hard to admit, isnât it? This is what youâve always wanted to do! To sleep with those girls!âÂ
For a moment, silence hung heavy between you, the tension was crackling in the air like electricity. Then, without warning, Sukuna closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to grab your jaw.
âYou donât get to turn this back around on me,â he spat, swallowing the obvious pain in his voice, âYouâre the one who started it all.â Â
Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt the heat of his body so close to yours, his touch igniting an altogether new fire within you. Despite the anger building inside your heart, you couldnât deny the pull you felt towards him, the magnetic attraction that seemed to draw you together like two black holes ready to destroy one another.Â
âI fucking waited for you,â he continued, his voice now deepening in a more sincere tone, âI know I was wrong for not setting boundaries, but I never, not once, cheated on you. I never fucking did! But you couldnât trust me, right? You couldnât fuckinâ trust me.â His pupils dilated as he raised his voice. âYouâre so caught up in being too goddamn insecure about yourself when all I wanted was to have intimacy with youââ
âAll you wanted was sex, just admit that!â you yelled back, jerking his hand away as tears began to fill your eyes. âAnd maybe I was right for giving my first to someone else, because you donât deserve it. You donât deserve it when youâve always pressured me into giving it to you.â
Sukunaâs laughter filled the air, a disbelieving chuckle that bordered on frustration. He threw his head back, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. Without hesitation, he snatched his helmet and hurled it across the floor, the sound of impact startling you.
âI never fucking pressured you!â His voice was raw with emotion as he walked back towards you, frustration and hurt evident in every step. âYouâre the only girl I genuinely respected. You think I enjoyed being celibate for two fucking years?! No, the fuck, I didnât! But I waited. I waited because I didn't want you to feel forced! It was all in your fucking head, Y/N. Your doubts, your uncertainties about me. Iâm a man too, damn it! Of course, it frustrated me, but that doesnât mean I would ever leave you or cheat on you.â And just when you thought it was over, he spoke again, his words now silencing into a painful tone, his eyes shining from the tears blanketing his gaze, âDid you think you were the only one who was insecure? Every damn day, Y/N, I was scared you were gonna leave me. That you were gonna find some other guy, someone who could give you everything you wantâa big house, a nice car, a successful life. I didnât have all that. And it kills me every single day knowing that thatâs exactly the type of guy you went after the moment we broke up.âÂ
Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating, as Sukunaâs words replayed in your mind like a broken record. You couldnât bring yourself to respond, couldnât find the words to refute his accusations. Because deep down, you knew he had a point. Your doubts, your insecuritiesâthey had clouded your judgment, poisoned your perception of Sukuna. And now, faced with his raw honesty, you couldnât deny the truth in his words.
But accepting that truth was a bitter pill to swallow. It meant acknowledging your own flaws, your own role in the breakdown of your relationship. And it meant coming to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe, you had let your fears drive you to push away the person who had truly cared for you.
As Sukuna stood before you, frustration and hurt etched into every line of his face, you felt a pang of regret twist in your chest. You wanted to reach out, to apologize, to admit that you had your wrongs, too. But no words came out, choked by the weight of your own self-doubt.
âIâŚâ you struggled to respond. It was a battle you werenât ready to fight, so your only option was to run away. To turn away like a coward, and to flee the agonizing reality of your relationship.Â
But Sukuna didnât let you. Instead, he closed the remaining space between you, his lips crashing down on yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.
In that moment, all thoughts of anger and confrontation melted away as you surrendered to the intoxicating allure of Sukunaâs touch. Lost in the heat of the moment, lost in a puddle of strong emotions. You fell deeper into the trap of your undeniable sexual tension, your bodies becoming entwined in a passionate embrace in the empty parking lot.Â
His lips were soft against yours, his tongue rolling in the opposite motion as you kissed him deeper. More, more. He was hungry for more. And so were you.Â
So when he kissed your neck, you allowed it.Â
When he squeezed your breast, you allowed it.Â
When he raised your skirt, you allowed it.Â
You released a moan into his mouth as he sat you on top of his motorbike, standing in between your legs as he reattached his lips back to yours. Your mouths enveloped each other perfectly. The bittersweet taste of his tongue, now moving south down your neck.Â
âSukunaâŚâÂ
While his mouth was busy doing its own work, his hands too were occupied in touching areas he had once explored. One hand travelled to your thigh, squeezing your flesh before he reached your crotch. Two fingers touched your underwear, as if he was checking if you were wet, before he pushed them onto the side to set your cunt free.Â
You ended up wrapping your arms around his neck, a gasp escaping your lips as his fingers played with your entrance. Your clit, your sensitive bud, also wasnât ignored when he began moving his fingers in a circular motion.Â
âMmmh!âÂ
What was going through his head? You knew he was aroused, but why did his gaze look so dark? It was too grim, to the point where it scared you. But you were far too distracted when his other hand went to grab a hold of your tit, squeezing your mound, and kneading the soft skin. He had pulled down your neckline to release your tits in the air, quickly attaching his mouth onto one breast as soon as they were out in the open.Â
âHaaah!âÂ
You were going crazy, both from the fingers that were entering your cunt, and the mouth that was sucking your tit. You had your back arched into a C, your arms grabbing onto his shoulder as he became more and more aggressive with his touch.Â
And you werenât exaggerating when you said he was being more aggressive with it, because when he pulled himself away from you, it only lasted for a few seconds before he grabbed your waist and twisted your body around. In a blink of an eye, he had you position against his motorbike, with your body leaning against the seat and your ass high enough for his crotch.Â
âS-Sukuna, s-someone might walk inââ
He had pulled your underwear down, letting it stay in between your knees, before rubbing your pussy from behind. His breath was warm when he whispered into your ear, âDonât act like you hate it.âÂ
He wasnât wrong with that either. Because while he was touching your entrance, testing if the tip of his cock would smoothly glide in, you became an animal in heat, ready to be devoured by him. You had to cover your mouth, forcing yourself to keep your voice down as he finally buried his cock six inches deep inside of you.Â
âA-Aah!â your body jerked forward as Sukuna rawdogged you from behind. âS-Sukuna, aah!â
âYouâre such a fucking slut,â he cussed under his breath, feeling a painful stretch on your scalp as he pulled your hair, âDid he fuck you this good?âÂ
âMmhâno!âÂ
The sound of skin-slapping was reverberating across the empty lot.
âDid you let him cum inside?â
âN-NoâŚ!â
He was insatiable. He couldnât get enough of the tightness of your cunt. He, too, was moaning from the feeling of your velvet walls milking his cock like a warm glove. So he continued to thrust inside you, his hands on your hips, keeping you steady as he rammed his cock inside faster, and harder, and deeper.Â
Your buttocks were becoming too sore, the stretch of skin on your bum vibrating in waves every time he hit you balls deep inside.
And while you were a moaning hot mess below him, a realization suddenly hit you in the face like a truck. Throughout your relationship, this was all he had ever wanted to do with you. He had always talked about doing it slowly, in a romantic set up with candles lit and petals around, in a place where you can lay yourself comfortably. You dreamed of him whispering I love youâs into your mouth as you two made love. You fantasized about him lovingly looking into your eyes as he reached his high. You used to picture him out, intertwining his hands with yours as he tells you youâre the most beautiful girl in the world.
Yet now, you were doing it in the basement parking lot. In a dark, dirty place. Bent over against the uncomfortable seat of his bike.Â
And more importantly, he was treating you like a whore.Â
Tears welled up your eyes as you felt Sukuna pull out after finishing. For a minute, he gathered himself together, his head pressed against your nape as he sighed.Â
âItâs not working, Y/N,â he mumbled against your skin, voicing the exact words you were afraid to hear.
âI knowâŚâ You sniffed, pulling the strap of your dress back up and adjusting your skirt back down.
He didnât need to say anything more. When he gave you one last kiss on the forehead and wrapped you in his jacket, you understood the full weight of his words. It wasnât just about this moment; it was about everything that had led you here.Â
It didnât work because you had already shattered your perceptions of each other. Both tarnished the way you saw one another. He would never come to terms with the fact that you gave yourself to another guy, just as you could never accept that he had slept with the same girls you had always warned him about. It would only lead to a constant game of back-and-forths, of pointing fingers, of toxic love.
So you watched him mount his bike, rev the engine, and look at you one last time before speeding away. His figure disappeared into the dark like a shadow, like a dream you only once knew.Â
That was the last time you ever saw Ryomen Sukuna in your lifetime.
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BDSMaid - Chapter 1
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Pairing: Millionaire Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: 18+ Chapter Summary: To save money for law school, you accept a job at Maid Discretely; a high end, anonymous cleaning service. You arenât supposed to know whose home youâre cleaning, but your curiosity is peaked by your first client, and when the two of you have a shocking and surprising run in, more than just your curiosity peaks. CW: Author chooses not to use warnings in this chapter in order to avoid spoilers. While I never want to trigger anyone, you are solely responsible for the content you consume. AN: Oh boy, here we go! I'm in a straight PANIC getting ready to post this. I hope it meets all your expectations, I was not at all expecting that reaction to the teaser post. Love you all and thank you for all your support. Please share or comment, I have a praise kink LOL. Follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates and turn on notifications for future chapters. Dividers and support banners by @saradika-graphics. Thank you @mermaidgirl30, @littlevenicebitch69, @joelmillerisapunk and @burntheedges for being my little cheerleaders over this, ily!! Chapter Word Count: 4.4k
You stare down at the very intimidating legal document you have clasped in your clammy hands. There are so many big legal sounding words that seem to be mocking you with their importance. Somehow there are clauses that have sub clauses that are then further broken down into sub-subclauses. It feels heavy to be handed this on a Monday morning. Truthfully, this doesnât seem like something a soon-to-be twenty-one year old woman who literally just graduated college, albeit a semester early, should be allowed to sign without parents and a lawyer present.Â
This is just supposed to be a simple job working part time as a maid for your best friend's familyâs cleaning company. A job where she promised easy money and part time hours that you set for yourself. The perfect opportunity for you to be able to save money AND set aside lots of study time for your upcoming LSAT rewrite. You passed it a few months ago and applied to a bunch of law schools, but you arenât going to waste these next few months waiting around. You know how competitive law schools can be, so youâre preparing to be better just in case you donât get in.
Your eyes scan words that your brain canât seem to comprehend. The internal panic starts to bubble in your chest, someone who has law aspirations should know what these words mean.
This is just supposed to be easy. Cleaning. Vacuuming. Washing floors. Simple things.Â
But now, as you sit in this shiny, fancy downtown office building looking at your full legal name typed beside a bunch of âinitial hereâ and âsign hereâ lines on a nondisclosure agreement youâre starting to feel like this is anything but simple.Â
âOur clientele is VERY exclusive,â your childhood best friend Jamie says. She looks very professional and grown up sitting behind her glass desk. Her long, toned legs are crossed, the slit along the side of her crisp, white pencil skirt showing off her tanned upper thigh. Sheâs paired her white skirt with a baby pink silky blouse that's perfectly tucked into the high waist of the skirt. Her long, dark silky hair is twisted into a jeweled claw clip. Even though youâre the same age she has an air of sophistication and grace, even with winged eyeliner, a matte pink lip, and a slender rose gold septum ring that sits tight to her little button nose. She almost screams old Hollywood in the middle of Austin, Texas.Â
She continues, âYou wonât know the names of the clients and they will never be home. If they do come home, leave immediately, and try your best not to be seen or heard. Then you can fill out in the company app what you did and didnât manage to get done.âÂ
You put the paper down on her perfect desk so she canât see your hands shaking. How can you work at that desk all day and not get a single fingerprint or smudge on it? Thereâs a very good chance that I am not cut out for this. This is fancy. And expensive. Iâm neither of those things.Â
âWhat am I gonna be walking in on at these houses, Jamie?â You ask, swallowing the fiberglass thatâs suddenly prickling at your throat.Â
Jamie shakes her head and laughs, saying your name through her melodic giggles. âMost likely nothing. Weâve never had an encounter or run in with a client. They pick times for cleaners to come when they arenât home.â She leans back in her high backed chair and continues, âBut the clients are big deals. Politicians. Judges. Athletes. The odd celebrity. They donât want anyone in their home that will snoop or snap pictures. Hence the NDA.âÂ
âWell, why didnât you start with that!â You laugh. âJesus, I thought Iâd be walking into like a virginal sacrifice or some shit!âÂ
âWell, there was that one timeâŚâ Your face drops and she immediately starts laughing again. âIâm kidding. Relax. Look, youâll probably get three homes a week, each house will take six to eight hours. The hourly pay is twenty dollars plus whatever tip theyâll leave you in these black envelopes.âÂ
She puts a perfectly polished finger on a stack of black envelopes with a red âMaid Discretelyâ logo on it and continues, âIn my experience, the tips are around five hundred, completely tax free. This is a good gig! Youâll be in law school becoming smarter than all of us in no time. Fuck, youâll be writing insane contracts like those before we know it.âÂ
She stands, one hand resting on the desk while the other slides the paper towards you with a closed pen. She drops the writing apparatus on top of it, the metal casing of the pen clanging loudly on her glass desk. You let out an exasperated sigh, dramatically clicking the pen before signing the NDA. Jamie claps her hands excitedly then snatches the contract away before you can rip it up and says, âLetâs get your uniform and supplies!â
She hands you a few fitted white polo style t-shirts, black dress pants, white Keds (that she scolds are for inside the houses only), a caddy full of high end cleaning supplies, a top of the line Dyson vacuum and everything else youâll need.
She ends your meeting with instructions on how the company's scheduling and tracking app works. "Essentially, you set the days and times youâre available and it will populate for you. Youâll have addresses, dates and times, as well as tasks to be done, all nicely laid out for you. If a client likes you, they can request you for additional shifts, but for continuity purposes you should get the same couple houses that youâll rotate through throughout the month."
You nod along, mostly surprised to hear the girl who did a keg stand just a few days ago sound so professional, using words like 'continuity purposes'.
The next day you have your first official shift. Tuesday from nine to three and youâre scheduled at a mansion in a neighborhood youâve never heard of and you most definitely wouldnât fit in to. Jamie is already waiting there for you when you pull up. She explained yesterday that sheâd help you with the first one and then you are on your own after that. Well, not completely alone. Your iPhone is loaded full of smutty audio books, murder podcasts, and law books to listen to as you clean.Â
Jamie was right, you think to yourself as you scroll to the latest romance novel youâve downloaded and grab your AirPods, this is a good gig.
The house is absolutely massive, and you highly doubt youâll be done in six hours. You gather all your stuff and head up to the house. Jamie shows you where the company supplied key box is and how to open it from the app. As you grab the key Jamie excitedly says, âThis used to be my client. He always leaves a huge tip!â
You unlock the large front glass door and enter into a white marble foyer. The windows on the first floor are easily ten feet tall and allow in so much natural light. Gold and obsidian swirls in the marble reflect along the walls, dancing in the sunlight. To the left of the front door is a large open kitchen that might be bigger than your entire apartment. The marble of the expansive countertop is the same colour as the foyer. All the cabinetry is matte black with brushed gold handles. The kitchen opens into a lavish living room, a massive fireplace and TV sits on the far back left wall, encompassed by a very cozy looking white sectional.Â
To the right of the front door, starting furthest away from where you stand in awe, is a door to a huge half bathroom, followed by a long table with a bowl for keys and mail, and then the door that leads to the garage. About fifty feet in front of you is a grand staircase that branches out to the left and right. Beyond the staircase you can see into the backyard. This is by far the nicest house youâve ever been in.
As both you and Jamie slip into your keds she says, âUpstairs to the left are a few bedrooms and the office. I usually started there and then went to the right side where he has a huge entertainment area. Then I would clean down here since he doesnât cook very often and itâs usually just a quick wipe down.â
Just as you start to panic over how youâre supposed to remember all this she nudges you and adds, âBut thatâs all in the app for you, most of the clients are very particular so theyâll lay out exactly what order you should be cleaning in, as well as any other extra things they need done.âÂ
She helps you carry all your stuff upstairs and then watches you work. Sure enough, the app says to start in the office so you do just that. Careful not to disturb the few piles of paperwork you dust the desk and shelves and then wipe down the windows and computer screen. You vacuum the hardwood and plush rug last and after Jamie gives you an approving nod, you move onto the next room.
You continue like that, going from room to room, your friend, and now boss, occasionally giving feedback or leaving to answer a phone call or respond to an email. The job is easy enough; repeating the same steps in each room over and over again. Itâs the exact type of work you exceed at. You enjoy having clear sets of instructions and expectations, and a prioritized list where you can start at the top and work down. Youâve always excelled at following meticulous directions in school. Your life maybe not so much. When it comes to dating or your parents you arenât one to do what youâre told.
When one oâclock rolls around you just have one bathroom upstairs and the already pristine downstairs to tend to, but Jamie coaxes you into taking your break, which is another thing youâre bad at. You were raised not to take breaks, taking a break or doing nothing means you're lazy. You should be working all the time, and pushing yourself to accomplish things. As a child youâd push and push yourself to be the best, honor roll ceremonies were the only time your dad would show up. Heâd smile and brag about you to whoever was around.
âItâs important that you take all your supplies to your car with you when you eat your lunch. Never eat in their homes and never park on their driveways.â You nod and hoist all your stuff to the front step. âMake sure you lock up like youâre leaving too.âÂ
âHow am I doing so far?â You ask as you lock the door, your stomach growling loudly as if it needs to prove to her how hard youâre working. You hadnât realized how much of an appetite youâd gain just from cleaning. The few stale crackers and small can of tuna you managed to find in your cupboard this morning doesnât seem like itâs going to be enough.Â
âReally well! I actually think I might leave you to finish up. Donât forget to take whatever he left for you out of the black envelope on the kitchen counter.â She doesnât look up at you, her fingers tapping out an email on her shiny iphone screen. She doesnât have her phone in a case and you can only imagine the level of self confidence you have to have to carry around an expensive item unprotected like that.
âIs it weird that thereâs no pictures or anything of the family that lives here?â You say curiously as you both walk towards your parked vehicles.Â
âNo,â she says flatly. âI think itâs just one person here and thatâs pretty normal for the houses youâll be cleaning. Lots of them are rarely home or only home to sleep.âÂ
You gawk at the massive house from across the street as you throw all your supplies in the back of your used and rusted SUV. One person lives here. Alone. How is this possible? Heâs clearly doing well for himself. Either heâs really lonely or a complete asshole.Â
After you eat, you head back inside to finish up cleaning. The entire house looks like a show home. Not a single thing out of place. The kitchen seems staged, void of life aside from a tiny droplet of coffee on the countertop beside the Italian coffee maker, and a tiny brown stegosaurus toy that sits on top of it. Two minutes before the end of your shift you do a final sweep to make sure you havenât left anything behind and then slip open the black envelope. Inside you find seven one hundred dollars and a note that just says âTY - JMâ.
As you log your day in the company app you canât believe you just made seven hundred freaking dollars to clean up after a man who makes no messes. You excitedly check your upcoming schedule and it looks like youâll be back here in two more weeks. You could potentially be getting fourteen hundred dollars a month from this elusive âJMâ. A man with no pictures or personal touches in his shiny white, black and gold mansion.
Itâs been almost two weeks since your first clean at JMâs house. Your other clients were good tippers, usually between four to five hundred, but youâve been looking forward to going back. You know youâre not supposed to know who the clients are, but you couldnât help but google JM to try to figure out who he is and how he has so much money. In hindsight, you guess all your clients have money, but something about him has alerted your curiosity. He seems like smoke, or a ghost, in his own home. Your other clients had some sort of semblance of life in their houses. A dent in the pillow. An open newspaper on the kitchen table. A coffee cup dropped in the sink before they headed off to whatever fancy job they have to afford such a massive house. A toilet seat left up or a smudge of toothpaste on the mirror.Â
But not JM.Â
No, the only thing JM left was a tiny droplet of coffee. Coffee that was probably imported straight from Italy. Youâre almost ashamed of the amount of times youâve wondered about that stegosaurus toy. It seems so out of place in his house of clean lines and sterility.Â
Youâre just settling in to enjoy a Sunday night of sushi, rosĂŠ and Bridgerton with your roommate when your phone bings, a little red notification bubble popping up on the Maid Discretely app. You have an added shift request for JM tomorrow. Instead of one six hour shift on Tuesday you now have two six hour shifts. You accept the request and scroll through the tasks. Heâs requested you to wipe the baseboards and lightswitches on the main floor, a deep scrub of every bathroom, as well as doing the inside of the fridge, stove and microwave. There are also instructions for washing the sheets in the main bedroom, and spraying down the patio furniture around the pool.
Only a millionaire in Texas would ask for his pool furniture to be cleaned in February.Â
Shortly after you accept the shift you get a text from Jamie:
Saw you accepted the shift. The client asked for the normal clean on the first day, please. Extras the next day. Thanks.
The following morning you head to the large, bright mansion. Parking across the street and hauling all your stuff in. It feels a bit weird to be here on a Monday and you have a feeling youâll be reminding yourself all day that it is indeed Monday and not Tuesday.
You get all your stuff together, change into your indoor company issued keds and head up the stairs. The pink and orange hues of the sunrise glitters off the white marble tiles, glints of gold and sparkling black reflecting off of it. You take a second to look down from the landing as you pop in your airpods. It really is a beautiful home, and itâs too bad that whoever lives here is either lonely or an asshole, but for a split second you let yourself pretend that you and JM just finished making love and heâs now in the kitchen making you an espresso or a latte with that insanely fancy coffee machine in the kitchen. You shake your head at yourself. You didnât find anything when googling, which isnât surprising since two letters arenât much to go on, but this house seems to draw you in, like itâs calling to you. Itâs strange, itâs almost like you have a crush on this house and you couldnât help but make a whole persona for whoever lives here. Even with its clean lines and lack of life, something about it settles in your gut, it feels like home.Â
You scroll your podcast app trying to pick what episode you want to listen to and head down the hall, you canât seem to decide so you pocket your phone without starting anything and reach for the matte black handle of the office door. Youâre expecting to see JMâs tidy office with a few stacks of paperwork in one corner, but the sight you find before you has all the blood rush from your head and your stomach dropping right out of your body. Your jaw drops and you freeze in utter shock and fear. Â
Instead of the usual stacks of paper, thereâs an icy blond haired woman tied to the desk. Sheâs completely naked and on her back with her legs spread wide. Her ankles are tied to the legs of the desk with a scratchy looking rope, her wrists wrapped in matching rope and resting above her head. Her nipples are almost purple underneath the clothespin attached to them. You freeze, just the lewd wet noises of her pussy being worked furiously by the mysterious, fully clothed JM. His deep, commanding, gravel filled voice reverberates through the office. âLittle fuckin' slut. Gonna split you in two.â
The woman lets out an unashamed cry of pleasure. Your entire body seems to go numb as your caddy falls from your hand, crashing loudly against the hardwood flooring. His head whips to the side, the icy blonde woman letting out a scream and trying to cover herself up. Your hands cover your mouth and even though you canât feel your legs you spin and run for the stairs.
âFuck. Fuck. Wait,â JM calls after you.
One of your AirPods falls from your ear as you run, youâre tempted to stop and grab it but you need to get out of here. Jamieâs voice echoes through your skull, âtry your hardest not to be seen or heardâ.Â
He catches up to you as you reach the front entryway, his strong hand pushing the door closed. You can feel the heat of his body against your back. Youâre shaking - both from being terrified and embarrassed. You have so many thoughts running through your mind. This will get you fired, or worse, you could have just possibly lost the company a client. Fuck. You arenât supposed to know who lives here and you certainly arenât supposed to see them doing that.Â
âPlease wait,â he says softly behind you and the heat of his broad body sends a chill down your spine.
The blood is rushing through your ears as your heart pounds in your throat. You donât like confrontation and even with the softness in his voice, youâre sure heâs about to scream at you. You feel sick, and when you replay the words he said to the woman upstairs, and the sound of her moan that made you drop your caddy you start to feel dizzy and nervous.
Your hand falls from the handle of the front door and the brick wall of a man behind you steps back. You spin slowly to face him but keep your eyes on the floor.Â
âIâm sorry,â you murmur, linking your fingers in front of you and focusing all your attention on the cuticle of your right thumb.
âNo, please. This is my fault.â You trail your eyes from the floor to him. He's in perfectly pressed black dress pants paired with a white dress shirt. The sleeves are rolled to his forearms and heâs holding his hands up in front of himself as if to show you he isnât armed or as a way to say 'youâre safe here'.Â
You flick your eyes up to his face and heâs looking at you softly, the morning sunrise lighting up his tanned face and salt and pepper hair. JM is probably twice your age, but he is incredibly handsome.Â
âI am so sorry. I mustâa got my days mixed up when I booked you.â He says, a soft southern accent sneaking out.Â
âIâm going to get fired,â you respond shakily.
âNo,â he says stepping forward, you subsequently take a step back, pressing your body against the glass front door. Something about this man makes you nervous, but not in the same way women are trained to be nervous of strange men that are almost twice their size. âNo. This is my fault. Please, let me explain. I jusâ gotta - well, can I go deal withâŚâ his head cocks towards the stairs, âAnd then let me explain. Please?âÂ
You look at him, his handsome face all soft and apologetic. His dark brown and amber eyes dance around your face and without realizing you're even doing it, you nod your head.Â
âThank you,â he drops his hands at his side, visibly relaxing at your decision not to run. âSit at the island for me. Iâll be back.âÂ
He watches you as you pad over to the island. The tall bar chair squeaks on the tile floor as you pull it out. He peels his eyes from you and heads upstairs. When you sit you have to stop from moaning out, the pressure of your body weight there sends a wave of rolling pleasure through you.
What the fuck?Â
Itâs a dull, throbbing ache followed by a small gush of thick wetness. Did you mistake a feeling of arousal for dizziness and nervousness upstairs? Were you turned on by what you just witnessed?Â
Certainly not. Thereâs no way! He was, well, he wasnât being nice to that woman.Â
Soon you hear footsteps coming down the stairs and towards the foyer, his body blocks her from your view as they talk at the front door. They speak in hushed voices, all youâre able to make out is her saying thank you followed by the sound of a soft kiss and then sheâs gone.Â
She thanked him? It seems like he should be thanking her.Â
He wanders into the kitchen and your throat goes impossibly dry. As if he can read your every need, he grabs a glass from the cabinet, puts it under the water dispenser on his fridge door and then slides the glass across the large island to you. You have to lift off the chair to reach it, whispering a thank you before taking a sip.Â
JM leans against the countertop beside the fridge and watches you take a long drink. You put the glass down with a quiet clink and then fold your hands in your lap. His eye contact is intense, not in a creepy way, itâs almost like heâs assessing you. You find it hard to look at him so you avert your gaze to the glass.Â
He clears his throat gently before he starts. âI jusâ want to say how sorry I am. You didnât consent to seeinâ any of that and I canât imagine how awful that was for you.â His voice is so calm and soft.Â
You flick your eyes up to him, âNo, this is my fault. I am not suppose-â
JM shakes his head and holds up one hand, signaling you to stop. âNo. This was me. I got my days mixed up. Meant to book ya for next week. This ainât on you. This was my mistake. If itâs ok for me to ask, whatâs your name?âÂ
You mumble your name into your glass and down the rest of your water. You figure youâre probably fired either way so who cares if he knows who you are. His face ticks up slightly, almost like heâs proud of you for drinking, and says your name back to you.Â
âI ainât gonna say anythinâ to your boss and I understand if you want to leave for the day. Iâll pay ya either way. I also understand if you say somethinâ to them and I canât be a client anymore. It was unacceptable for me to be doinâ that when youâre supposed to be here. There ainât any other way to word it. I was inappropriate and wrong.â He steps forward and holds his hand out so you slide the glass across to him.Â
He refills it and puts it back for you to grab. âNo,â you say, your voice cracking. After clearing your throat you continue, âNo, I appreciate your apology but Iâm not going to say anything.âÂ
He watches you again as you drain the glass, the same look of pride flashes across his eyes, âIâll - umm - Iâll be in my office. You can uh,â he runs a hand through his scruff, âYou just do whatever you need. Iâll stay outta your way.âÂ
He disappears before you can say anything else. You head up the stairs after a few minutes to find your cleaning caddy sitting in the hall with everything placed neatly where it belongs. His office door is closed and you can hear the deep rumble of his voice while heâs on a call. You grab your things, head into the master bedroom and begin cleaning.Â
A few hours later while youâre sitting in your car eating lunch, the garage door opens and JM goes whipping past you in the sexiest blacked out sports car youâve ever seen. He doesnât even look over you as he speeds by. Your heart sinks, it's unexplainable but being in that house with him there, even after what you witnessed, felt more comfortable than being alone. JM must have some sort of magic touch, how you went from nervous and embarrassed to calm and comforted with just the look on his face and few words is beyond you.
After wiping down the kitchen you are all done for the day. You grab the black and red envelope off the kitchen counter and open it, peering in nervously. Thereâs a piece of matte black paper on top. You slide it out gently, the paper feels expensive between your fingers. As you unfold it you reveal a shiny black JMK logo at the top. In neat gold lettering is his writing.
âPlease know how sorry I am. Your consent is more important than anything. I broke that. Just hope I didn't break your trust. -Joel Miller.â
At the bottom of the envelope are ten crisp one hundred dollar bills.Â
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Learned today that apparently crab and Russula mushrooms are not supposed to taste similar and crab is also not supposed to turn your hands red and make them itchy... I thought it was like mango skin...
#turns out my dad is really allergic to crab but still likes the taste so he eats it anyway#and he passed that allergy down to me#and i didnt know until tonight... when we had a crab dinner đđ because i love crab#goat talk#ut was delicious though#its just like how i thought sore throat tea was SUPPOSED TO make your throat feel worse and that was a sign it was helping#but really im just allergic to rose hips
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Your brother's Oscar Piastri? (Oscar Piastri x Reader)
I've had this idea in my head since I found out Oscar's sister is a K-Pop stan.
{Reader's POV}
Getting tickets to a K-Pop concert got exponentially more difficult as their popularity rose. It took so many attempts and almost losing the hair on my head before I got tickets to the TXT concert in town. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as the confirmation email rolled in.
On the day of the concert, I might have gone all out and dressed up but everyone dresses up for the concert and it was the most exciting day I've had in a while. I love that I get to spend my adult money on stuff I enjoy. At the venue, I got to meet some people I had connected with online and made some new friends.
There was a girl next to me in the seating, who I ended up vibing with. We had a lot of fun as we sang along to all their songs; our voice went hoarse by the end of the night. As we walked out while talking about the concert, "Ugh, my mum won't answer my calls" the girl next to me, who I was introduced to as Hattie groaned. "Is there an issue?" I asked. "My mum's supposed to be my ride back and she won't answer my calls" she whined. "I could drop you" I suggested. "Oh, no. That would be too much to ask for" the girl shook her head to avoid causing any inconvenience . "It'll be fine. We're part of the same fandom so it makes us family" I laughed. She seemed to mull over my suggestion before nodding her head, "OK, but I'll pay for the petrol" she suggested. "Done. Let's go" I said pointing to my car.
The drive to her house was entertaining as we got to know each other better and sang along to the songs. We become concert buddies after that. I didn't really have many friends I could drag along to concerts anymore; having a friend made things much more exciting. She was a joy to have around and we shared the same bias for most groups we liked so it made stuff even more chaotic then they already were.
This went on for a couple more concerts until the latest one where I took the bus to the venue since my car broke down and a non-functioning vehicle was not about to stop me from seeing Enhypen. I met Hattie at the entrance who had been waiting for me. We hugged and grabbed some stuff from the stands outside and walked into the venue. The show was great, the fan service at K-Pop concerts was unmatched.
Hattie knew that my car had broken down and offered to drive me home as a pay back for the favour I had done at the start of our friendship. We were waiting outside for who I assumed was Hattie's mum but instead I was greeted by a tall pale Australian man, I knew more as Oscar Piastri, Formula One driver for McLaren. My jaw almost hit the floor before I caught myself and greeted the man before entering the car. "Hi, I'm Y/N." I said while climbing into the back seat while Hattie sat shot gun. "Hey, I'm Oscar" he said giving me a smile before he started the car.
Hattie kept looking back at me every time I sent a message. As soon as she read the last message, "Oscar, Y/N loves you" she laughed. Man, I hate the friends I have sometimes, I thought. Before my mind could react my body did, "No" I shouted. Oscar turned around to look at me, "no?" he asked. "I mean yes" I stammered. "yes?" he quizzed. "I mean, I love Formula One and since you're a Formula One driver that's why I asked her to ask if could get your autograph" I rambled. If the earth swallowed me whole, I don't think I would mind right now. I could hear Hattie snickering in the background.
The rest of the car ride had me sweating. Oscar dropped me off in front of my building; I bolted out of the door. "Don't you want that autograph?" Oscar shouted. I stopped dead in my tracks with slumped shoulders; if I'm going to embarrass myself, let's leave no stone unturned at this point. "Yeah, sure. I have some merch in my house you could sign" I mumbled walking back to the car. "Maybe you would like to join me for some tea" I offered. Hattie nodded along from inside the car and the three of us headed up. My house, I must've forgotten was not clean enough to be seen by anyone but me; I had to literally stop them, throw everything in the nearest closet and then open the door. I ran a kettle for hot water and asked them to sit on the sofa while I grabbed the Oscar Piastri hat and shirt I had bought recently. He graciously signed it for me and I handed them the cup of tea. "Your house is lovely" Hattie commented while looking around, "I don't see any of the albums or merch" she continued. "they're in my room" I said. "Must be fun explaining to the guys who come over" she spoke more to herself. "It's hilarious watching their reaction" Hattie added at Oscar's quizzical expression. "If you guys are done, would it be harsh to ask you to leave, I have an early shift tomorrow" I asked nervously. "No, thank you for the tea. We'll be leaving" Oscar said while lifting Hattie up. "I'm not leaving yet. I haven't seen your room" Hattie whined trying to get free from Oscar. "You know where she lives, come over at a more acceptable time." Oscar told her and dragged his sister away, "Good night Y/N" he called out as I closed the door.
Thank god she didn't see my room, I don't know how I would explain the Oscar Piastri poster I had above my bed and in my closet. My life got interesting to say the least.
Hattie and I weren't able to meet after since there weren't any concerts for a while but there was a Formula One race in a week. Hattie called me asking if I would like to join her family. I was more than grateful to be going because I got to see the race for free. God knows my saving's are crying.
I got dressed for the race and met them at the venue. It was the race day and the hustle and bustle at the paddock had adrenaline pumping through me. Hattie greeted me and introduced me to her family, 2 sisters and her parents who were very kind and welcoming. "It's nice to finally meet the girl who's accompanying our daughter to concerts and the subject of my child's interest" Nicole chimed extending her arm out. "It's so nice to meet you too Mrs Piastri" I said while shaking her hand. "You make me sound old, call me Nicole" she said. "What did she mean by the subject of my child's interest?" I whispered to Hattie. "Nothing" Hattie answered quickly. We walked in to McLaren to be greeted by Oscar and Lando. Starstruck was an understatement. After exchanging pleasantries and me asking for Lando's autograph and a picture with him and then tripping over the wire on the floor almost discharging vital piece of equipment found my way back to everyone and decided to sit in place. Oscar did ask if I was okay but I couldn't really focus on that since I keep embarrassing myself in front of him, of all the people.
The race ended with a pretty decent finish for Oscar that had all of us cheering. He came back to meet everyone after all the formalities and celebration. After a while we started to pack up to leave; "you should help Oscar pack up" Hattie said while making a quick exit with the family. "What? Why?" I asked but was ignored while everyone left. "Hi" a small voice came. "Hey, Oscar. Great race" I said trying to making things less awkward. "Thanks for coming" Oscar said. "Hattie said you guys had extra tickets and plus I couldn't say no to a race" I rambled. "Umm" he scratched the back of his neck, "there were no extra tickets, Lando lent me one of his so I could invite you" he said. "What? I'm so sorry for the trouble" I apologised. "What? No I mean, I wanted you to come...so I asked Lando for the extra ticket" Oscar corrected me. "You wanted me to come" I repeated. "This is so stupid" he muttered to himself. "Let's go, or we'll be late for dinner" Oscar said packing his stuff. "What dinner?" I asked. I was so lost, what was going on? "We're going out for a family dinner" Oscar stated. "You're going on a family dinner, I'm going home. I'm sure they must be waiting for you in the garage." I said grabbing my stuff. "They're not" Oscar lamented running a hand through his hair.
"I could drop you there if you would like" I offered. "No, I...ugh" Oscar sounded frustrated. "Is something wrong? Maybe I can get help" I suggested. Oscar looked at me with the softest puppy eyes, "I got tickets for you, specifically even though I didn't have one, I was ready to not have one of my sisters attend so that you could have a ticket" he said now staring at me. "I don't" I began. "Fuck, Y/N IthinkIlikeyou" he mumbled. "Oscar, I don't know what you said" I said. Lando peeped in, "This is getting frustrating, I thought it would be fun to watch but it's not. That muppet means he likes you, go out with him." Lando chimed. "You like me?" I asked shocked. Oscar just nodded his head slowly. "Put the kid out of his misery and go out with him. I don't think I can take pining Oscar any more or watch him stalk your Instagram profile" Lando quipped. "Can you shut up Lando?" Oscar glared. "I would love to go out with you Oscar" I cut them off; "really?" Oscar asked. "Yeah, I mean you are my favourite driver on the grid" I stated. "Really" Oscar shouted making me and Lando jump. "Let's go now" Oscar said while holding my hand and dragging me out.
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Can I please have cold stuffed cherry tomatoes, sausage rolls, tomato soup and kebab with boba, rose and mocha coffee served by Lando Norris? And a little dessert too đ my favorite track is Zandvoort
stuffed cherry tomatoes sugar daddy cold appetizer rough sex sausage rolls "I'll make it fit" tomato soup "Running away from my dick? I don't think so" kebab "Look at that, my cock is splitting you in half" boba anal rose spanking mocha coffee degradation dessert aftercare + matcha toys
Lando Norris x sugar baby!girlfriend!reader
TW: unprotected sex, cumming inside, PiA, anal, fingering, toys , size kink
WC: 2.1k
A/N: sugar daddy lando implied but not specified. also anal is like my biggest opp so I hope this doesn't suck
I stared at the track ahead of me from the comfortable space of McLarenâs hospitality. Everyone was quiet from the moment the last lap started, waiting for the result. I twisted the Cartier love bracelet Lando bought me a few weeks ago, insisting I needed to match with him, as I watched the race.
But my thoughts were somewhere else. All I could think about while watching Lando approaching the finish, heading for a win, was a conversation the two of us had last week at Landoâs (mine as well, I suppose) Monaco apartment.
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âYou know, Iâve been thinking about something,â Lando said, breaking the comfortable silence we had fallen into right after sex, both of us too tired to move.
âOh, have you?â I asked, sucking in a sharp breath when I felt his fingers run through my folds, collecting some of his cum that spilled from me. âLando,â I said, my voice breathless as his fingers slipped and moved down to my ass, rubbing around my other hole.
He hummed, his fingers, lubed with his own cum still tracing circles around my anal opening. âIâve been thinking about fucking you here.â He said, his voice deep and dripping with desire. âTaking you fully. Your ass is the only part of you I havenât fucked yet, and I canât stop thinking about it.â
âI donât know,â I said, trying my best to keep myself composed. âIâve never done that before.â
He growled, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. âThat makes it all the sweeter, baby. That I could be the first to have you like that.â
I looked at him, we were laying on our sides, facing each other. His eyes were dark, intensely focused on me. I was quiet for a moment, thinking about his proposition.
Lando waited, patiently. But his hand never moved away.
Finally, I swallowed, opening my mouth to speak. âIâll make you deal,â I said, my voice cracking. âYou win the race next week, and Iâll let you fuck my ass.â
Lando smirked, moving his fingers away from my hole, and grabbing my ass. âDeal,â he said, the tone of his voice letting me know he was already planning the whole thing out in his head.
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The whole garage erupted in cheers when Lando crossed the finish line. Everyone was up on their feet and screaming in happiness as the signs displayed Lando as the winner. Bringing him another 25 points and further confirming McLarenâs position in the constructors championship.
I was still lost inside of my own head as I made my way outside just in time to see Lando getting out of his car. He took off his helmet and balaclava, shaking his head to move his hair that was stuck to his forehead.
He turned towards the crowd and his eyes met mine. A smile stretched over his lips as he ran up to me and hugged me over the fence. His hands wrapped around me possessively, his lips brushing my ear. âI hope youâre ready for tonight,â he said, his breath hot against my skin. âBecause Iâm excited for my reward.â
He pulled away, lips drawn in a smirk and eyes gleaming. Lando leaned down, giving me a hard kiss before moving along to shake hands with the rest of his team and then going to do interviews.
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Lando was impatient. I knew that from the moment he found me after the interview and dragged me back to the car, throwing some bullshit line about how he was too tired to go clubbing and would rather have a nice evening in, to his friends.
His hand stayed on my thigh the whole time he was driving us back to the hotel, making me squirm in my seat, and once we made it to the elevator his lips were on me as soon as the door closed.Â
âLan,â I said, trying to catch my breath as the elevator finally came to our floor. âCome on, this is our floor.â
Lando dragged me out the moment that the elevator doors opened, his grip tight around my wrist. He swiped the card and pushed me inside of the door, slamming the door shut.
âFuck, you donât know how long I wainted for this.â He said, pressing his lips against mine in a bruising kiss as he groped my breasts. âBeen hard ever since I got out of the fucking car.â
His fingers moved to unzip my dress, fingers fumbling with the zipper before he roughly tugged at it and the sound of material ripping filled the room.
âLando!â I said, as he pushed what was no longer a wearable dress down my body and onto the floor. âThe dress -â
He cut me off by roughly spanking my ass, the sound of it echoing through the room. âI bought it, I can rip it.â He growled, his hands squeezing my ass. He pushed my panties off, his fingers dipping between my ass cheeks and then he froze and I knew he felt it.
He pulled away slightly, his eyes meeting mine, the expression on his face unreadable. âWhatâs this baby?â He asked, his fingers brushing the edge of the butt plug I was wearing.
I giggled, placing my hands on his chest, my fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt. âLetâs say,â I started, pushing his shirt off his body and running my hands over his naked chest. âI was confident you were going to win today.â
Lando groaned, leaning towards me enough for his lips to brush mine but not actually kissing me. âIâm going to destroy you,â he said, his voice rough and leaving no room for argument.
Before I could even begin to think of my reply Lando pushed me towards the bed. He pulled off his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, before sitting down on the bed. I looked at him, confused but the confusion was quickly gone when he pulled me over his lap.
âLan, what are you doing?â I asked, not entirely used to this position. Sure, he had spanked me over his knee before but I was totally unprepared this time. He brought one of his hands down roughly, smacking one of my ass cheeks, making me yelp.
âThatâs for making me wait.â He said, then hit my other cheek with enough force to make me jolt slightly forward. âAnd thatâs for being a naughty girl and wearing a butt plug under your dress this whole time without telling me.â
He spread my ass cheeks and for a second he was silent before he spat between them, causing me to gasp at the feeling. âLook at you,â he said, his fingers running along my ass, collecting some of his spit. âSuch a dirty little whore - and all for me.â
His fingers wrapped around the top of the plug, before he pulled it out of me, making me whine at the loss of fullness. I heard squirting of liquid and barely managed to turn around enough to see Lando putting lube on his fingers.
With no warning he pushed two of his fingers inside of my ass, replacing the plug. He started thrusting them into me slowly, dragging out each movement. âAre you gonna be a good girl for me and take my cock?â He asked, slightly speeding up the movement of his fingers.
I nodded, my hair falling over my eyes and blocking my vision. âYes!â I whined, feeling my clit rub against his leg when he flexed his thigh, making me even more desperate. âPlease Lando, need your cock! Need you to fuck my ass.â
That seemed to be enough for him. Wasting no time, Lando pulled me up and manhandled me onto the beg, pushing me onto my hands and knees. He stood behind me, gently rubbing one of his hands along my back while he squirted lube onto his dick with the other.
Once he lubed himself up, he moved the hand on my back so it was holding my waist, and then started slowly pushing himself inside of me.
The head of his cock slipped in and I found myself moaning out into the pillow below me. âHurts!â I whined, because while I had stretched my ass a bit to prepare for this particular thing I had forgotten exactly how big Lando was.Â
âDo you want to stop?â He asked, the dominant facade cracking. I knew that if I wanted to stop he would, no questions asked, but that wasnât what I wanted.
I shook my head, âNo, donât stop.â
He chuckled, slightly gripping my waist. âThen whatâs the problem, baby?â
âToo big!â
âToo big?â He laughed, his tone mocking. âOh, donât worry sweet girl, Iâll make it fit.â
He waited a moment before pushing himself inside an inch more. I moaned at the feeling of him stretching my ass but the moan was quickly replaced by a scream as he roughly thrust the rest of his length into me.
Landoâs hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head up from the pillow I had buried it into. âSee, I told you it would fit. Iâll always fit in you, youâre my whore afterall. Made to take my dick perfectly.â
He started out with an experimental thrust and when I moaned he began slowly speeding up. âFuck, look at that,â Lando groaned. âMy cock is splitting you in half.â
His thrusts became rougher and faster, his slapping against mine with each thrusts, his balls hitting against my clit. The stimulation was increasing and I hadnât even realized I was trying to push myself towards the headboard until Landoâs arm wrapped around my stomach and he pulled me backwards, impaling me on his dick.
âRunning away from my dick baby?â He questioned, his voice holding a mocking edge. âI donât think so.â
I felt like my body was burning from all the stimulation I was experiencing and when Landoâs hand sneaked around my body and his finger started rubbing my clit my arms turned into jelly. No longer having the strength to support my upper body, I let myself fall deeper into the mattress, my face buried in the pillow.
âLando, so good!â I whined, the sound of my voice muffled by the pillow. âGonna cum, Iâm gonna cum!â
Landoâs fingers started rubbing circled on my clit faster, his hips speeding up as well, his thrusts becoming feral and desperate as he brought me closer to my orgasm while also chasing his own.
I knew Lando was close when I felt him twist inside of me. One of his hands grasped my hair, lifting my head up. âCum for me, baby!â He said with a slight growl.
That was all it took to tip me over the edge and I was cumming, tightening around nothing as Lando filled my ass up with his cum.
âFuck baby, that was so hot!â Lando said, pulling his softening dick out of me with a wet pop once he slipped all the way outside. âThink we can do it again sometimes?â
âYeah,â I said, finally allowing my body to collapse onto the bed. âWe should definitely do it again sometimes.â
I heard shuffling and felt Lando getting off the bed. He slipped inside the bathroom, leaving the door open and then I heard the sound of water running.
He came back, offering me his hands and I grabbed them, allowing him to pull me up into a sitting position, slightly wincing at the ghost of pain. âI donât think I can quiet walk yet, Lan.â
âThatâs okay, baby.â He offered me a gentle smile before picking me up. Lando carried me to the bathroom and then gently put me down into the bathtub.
I moved a bit forward, making space for him to get in behind me which he did, and then leaned back, pressing my back against his chest. I hummed at the warm water, running my hands through the bubbles.
âYou even made bubbles,â I said, my voice hoarse from how loud I had been.Â
Lando laughed, his hands gently caressing my skin as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss onto my cheek. âOf course I did. How could I forget how important the bubbles are for my girl? I love you, baby.â
I smiled, melting back into him, âI love you too, Lan.â
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