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Blood Lust
Chapter I
!Pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Straykids x Reader
Genre: Supernatural AU, Slow Burn, Angst, Future fluff, MDNI!
!TW!: Violence, thoughts of suicide, sexual assault, being chased, MC is cut by a knife, mentions of legs being broken, blackmail, non-consented pictures and videos. mentions of being choked, bruises, blood, toxic relationships, whipping, degrading names, MDNI. [Let me know if I missed anything!]
[A/n: Please read the prologue first it will make more sense lol]
Waking up the next morning feels like hell. Everything hurts from the bruises on your neck to the throbbing pain coming from your core, youâre not even sure if you can get up, your lower half especially hurting, and the feeling in your legs is numb but the ache that is settled in your bones reminds you of the pain you endured last night, all of this makes you think how you may need to call out of work but you know you canât because you need the money if youâre ever going to even get close to escaping this hell hole.
You know that even if you do manage to get the money to leave Sungwoo would come up with some outrageous reason why you canât, like the time he threatened to kill himself if you left just as heâs done many times before, and if he doesnât try to guilt you then you know that he may try to hurt you or blackmail. You still remember what he did to you one of the last few times you've told him you were going to leave, he blackmailed you with nudes and videos he'd taken while he took advantage of you, youâre aware he has many of both your least favorite pictures he has of you are the ones where he's written degrading words across your body and the ones where he has you tied up in rough, scratchy ropes, but you hated the videos he has more than any photos he may have, many of said videos are close-ups on where he shoved his dick into you or where youâre sobbing and he believed your tears were ones of pleasure. When you told him you didnât care and that he could go ahead and post them he stormed off to his room before returning and swinging a metal bat at your legs fracturing them, you vividly remember the guttural cries that left your throat as he repeatedly brought the bat down on you, you remember trying to crawl away from him using your forearms to drag yourself away and you recall the evil grin on his face when he dragged you back by the ankles turning you over so you were on your back and gripping onto the roots of your hair making your scalp burn in pain, âSorry but you arenât going anywhere.â You remember him spitting out at you before he quite literally spat on your face, tearing off your clothes unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans. You remember how after he was done he left you there in the entryway leaking his unwanted cum, legs broken, and bruises littered all over your body. Even just thinking back on that memory makes you feel ghost pains of what happened that day, you also remember how he never even bothered to bring you to the hospital so you ended up healing incorrectly.Â
After finally getting off of your bed you slowly make your way to your dresser to pull out some clothes for work, you want to make sure you cover your bruises well enough, you struggle getting dressed thanks to the bruises on your ribs and the persistent ache of your body, you carefully sift through your dresser and pull out a cream turtle-neck sweater, you slip your arms through the sleeves and pull it over your head albeit slowly and painfully, afterwards you open another drawer and grab out a black pencil skirt, this time you struggle much more to slip it on you canât bend without feeling immense pressure all over your body but after a few moments you manage to slip it on, lastly you grab a pair of black tights and you have to sit down before you can put those on, once youâve managed to fully cloth yourself you walk out of your room as quietly as possible so you donât catch the attention Sungwoo, unfortunately for you he was waiting outside your room for you when you opened the door. You stand there stiff as you can praying he ignores you but that is far from what happens because he looks up from scrolling on his phone and stares at your stiff figure, he smiles at you in an unsettling way, slipping his phone into his pocket and approaching you, you stay perfectly still as he stands in front of you, âGood morning [Y/n].â He says his hand moving up towards your hair and stroking it, âGood morning Sungwoo.â You reply holding your breath as he threads his fingers through your hair, âYou look nice.â He says a bite to his tone as he eyes you up and down, his tone and stare make you stiffen up even more, âI-itâs just my outfit for work.â You stutter out, he hums his fingers moving to the top of your head before tangling them into a tight grip making you wince, âDo me a favor [Y/n],â He drawls out, âMake sure to stay out late tonight, Iâll be bringing my girlfriend over tonight and I donât need you here to ruin it.â He glares at you, his grip out your hair lifting your head and forcing you to look into his eyes, âOkay, Iâll ask to work overtime tonight.â You whisper, dropping your gaze to the ground. âGood girl.â He says finally letting go of your hair, you both stand there staring at the ground and he looks at you with a glint in his eyes, âDonât you need to finish getting ready, wouldnât want to be late again.â He says condescendingly, âNow go on.â He says smacking your check lightly but hard enough to sting before walking off. You stay there for a few more seconds trying to get yourself to move and when you finally feel like you can you dart towards the bathroom.
When you finally get there you make sure to lock the door and lean against it trying to stop yourself from hyperventilating, you screw your eyes tightly closed and clench and unclench your fists all while doing breathing exercises to try and calm yourself down, you can feel warm, salty tears escaping from your eyes and traveling down your cheeks, once youâve calmed down enough you turn towards the mirror and gaze into your reflection. You take notice of your tangled hair, bloodshot eyes, and the bruises that peek through the top of your turtle-neck. You sigh at your reflection and begin to heat up your curling iron and pull out your make-up bag, you begin with color correcting the bruising on your skin using various products to cover it up, you cover them all from your forehead to your neck making sure none of them are too visible, you know there is no way youâll be able to perfectly cover them but you'll at least be satisfied if you can make them less noticeable. Once youâve completed your makeup look you begin to separate your hair in two layers before curling the bottom layer and then moving on to the top layer.
You once again stare at your reflection, you can see how visibly tired you are, and the eyebags are still rather noticeable as well as your sunken face but at the very least you couldnât see the bruises. After youâre finished getting ready you make your way to the front door continuing to try and avoid any more run-ins with Sungwoo for the morning but of course, you see him sitting at the dining room table in the dark staring intently at his bright phone, you try to sneak past him and to the door but h speaks up before you can grab your shoes from the rack, âDonât forget what I said [Y/n] and donât even think about trying to run away since youâll be out late, you know what will happen if you do.â He says lifting his head to you with a sadistic grin on his face that makes you feel sick, âI wonât..â You manage to choke out trying your best to avoid looking at him, âGood girl.â He purrs out making you feel nauseous.
Finally being out of that apartment feels like a breath of fresh air, Sungwoo has made it very clear that you are not allowed out unless itâs for work or heâs with you, but that routine feels incredibly suffocating as if you are chained to him but youâre too afraid to free yourself so you canât help but be a caged bird.Â
You donât have a car, so you usually take the train to get to work, but the walk to the station isnât a short one. You look up to the sky and see itâs cloudy, you didnât check the weather for the day but seeing as how it's beginning to approach winter that means there is a good chance it will be cold today, you feel the breeze push past you blowing your hair in different directions, you sigh and you can see your breathe as if it were smoke float up. Continuing on your walk you pass by many people, you see families walking with their young kids probably on their way to drop them off at school, you also see an older couple who are sitting on a wooden bench close to some shops as they are bundled up holding each other's hands, your heart clenches and you canât help but wish that was you, and the one that tugs at your heart the most a girl around your age who is holding on tightly to who you can only assume is her boyfriend based on the way she is clinging to him as they giggle together at some private joke, god how you want that, to be genuinely treasured by someone, but youâre happy for all of those people because it means they wonât end up like you, a bird in a cage who longs to be set free. Finally reaching the train station you scan your travel pass and the gates open for you to pass through, you walk towards the train you take and wait for it to arrive as itâs running a bit behind today, while you wait you pull out your phone checking your notifications but as always there are none, ever since moving in with Sungwoo he made you delete everyone from your contact except for him and there was no number spared you werenât even allowed to keep you familyâs contacts or keep in touch with any friends that werenât him, the only number allowed other than his was the floral shop you worked at but even that he monitors, heâs completely isolated you from everyone even going as far as to make it so your phones were connected and if you ever wanted to download any apps he would have to give permission. Boarding your train with many other passengers you quickly try and snag a seat but you are unsuccessful, you decide to hang onto the ceiling rails but you immediately sense the feeling of a pair of eyes on you making you uncomfortable, you carefully shift your eyes around the train cart trying to figure out who it is but you canât seem to find this person until you hear the sound of a shuttering camera coming from behind you and you instantly spin around to find that sitting behind you is an old man who is staring very intently at his phone, âExcuse me sir-â You try to confront him and he glares up at you grunting âWhat.â, âUhm, did you take a picture of me?â You attempt to ask but he cuts you off with a scoff, âWhy would I do that, I canât believe youâd say that!â he outrages, âI-Iâm very sorry sir but I thought I heard your phone go off.â You try and reason but he begins yelling again catching the attention of other passengers on board, âPlease, all you sluts are the same, youâre so desperate for male attention you go around accusing people of peeping on you when youâre a whore!â He shouts at you standing up from his seat, heâs a short, skinny old man whose hair is bald at the top, everyone on board is staring at the two of you and you begin to shrink in on yourself, âIâm very sorry sir that wasnât what I was implying at all I was just-â You again try to apologize but he shouts once more, âNo, I wonât hear your excuses you just want attention that you donât care who it's from you slut!â He shames you, you arenât sure how you should even react right now so you bow your head to the man before moving far away from him towards the back of the cart.Â
As the train finally comes to a stop you can still feel people's eyes on you even after the incident that took place earlier has ended and you can hear the murmurs and whispers directed at you as people begin to stand up and pass you to get to the doors, you keep your head facing the floor as they all walk past you, you finally exit after everyone has left, simply because you couldnât deal with everyoneâs eyes on you as you walked past them. After exiting the station it was another 15 minutes to the Flower shop. You moved in with Sungwoo after high school and he didnât want you to go to college back then you listened because you believed he liked you back and just didnât know how to show it but now you know better and that he couldnât care less about you and he only keeps you for his own entertainment, so when you decided you wanted to get a job just so youâd be able to leave the house more often it took you many failed interviews to finally land this job and youâve been working here for many years lasting longer than most of the other employees since once they got better education they chose to leave while you stayed, youâve never made friends with any of the people youâve worked with, much to scared of what would happen if you did. You thought about this the entire way to the store and when you reached it you began to unlock the doors and turn on the neon âOpenâ sign and do all of your other usual opening routines. The storeâs name is âVelvet Petalâ, not your idea but the owner is a sweet old lady who opened this store as a family business originally but when all her children moved away she began hiring and kept the original charm of when she first opened it. Today itâs only you and a few of your male coworkers you arenât fond of because they arenât good with flowers or customers especially if theyâre women because they always try and flirt with them so you eventually have to step in to assist them having to do all the work.
Currently, there are no customers in the store and youâre working on some floral arrangement orders that were placed earlier this week, youâve been working so hard that you begin to sweat a bit and wipe at your neck not realizing that the make-up you used to cover the bruises and hickeys had smudged and revealed the reddish-purple skin underneath, âDamn [Y/n], I didnât realize you were into this kinda thing.â One of your male coworkers Minjun purrs trailing a cold finger up your neck making you tense up, âWhat are you talking about MinjunâŠâ You mutter out still focusing on the flowers in front of you, âOh you know, just the fact youâre a whore who enjoys being marked up.â He says as if it were the most casual thing in the world, at this you stop what you were doing to spin around and face the smirking boy who is looking at you with lidded eyes, you make sure to keep as much distance as you can from him but it's hard to do when heâs pressing himself up against you, âMinjun please move away from me.â You plead incredibly uncomfortable with the position youâre in. That feeling becomes even worse when your two other coworkers enter the room and grin wildly at the sight in front of them, âWow, [Y/n] such a dirty girl doing this kinda thing with Junnie in the store where a customer could walk in.â Dowon says a filthy smirk on his face as he eyes you up and down, âNah man, I think sheâs hoping a customer will walk in and see her being a slut for us.â The other boy, Seongho says as he approaches you and Minjun, âNo I donât want that, and I donât want this!â You begin to panic trying to think of a way you can get away from the three men who are closing in on you, you try and squish yourself further back against the table slowly moving your hand around it to try and feel for anything you can use to help defend yourself with, but youâre saved when the store bell rings and you quickly squeeze yourself from the unsafe moment and over to the customer to try and get away from them, âHello maâam how can I help you,â You say trying to keep your heart rate steady and keep yourself from shaking, âOh Iâm just looking for a little something to help brighten my house, I was thinking some roses would look great in my kitchen.â She explains, âI see, well we have a vast selection here at âVelvet Petalâ so Iâm sure we can find you something youâll love.â You spout trying to keep your voice steady and put on your best âcustomer serviceâ face and voice. After helping the woman you tell Minjun, Dowon, and Seongho that they can clock out for the day this seems to satisfy them and they quickly leave you alone at the store much to your relief, once theyâve left you feel you can breathe again and your heartbeat slowly returns to normal knowing you wonât be put in a situation like that for the rest of work. Since Sungwoo told you to work late tonight you decided to catch up on a few custom orders youâve gotten this week and lock up before heading to the back area where you keep the floral arranging area, you work on one of your favorite orders of this week which is for a brides bouquet. After finishing a few more arrangements you check the time and groan when you discover itâs only 6 pm, you decide to clean up around the store hoping it will help pass more time. Luckily for you, it seems to work as the time is currently 8 pm, so you close the door of the shop and start making your way down the dark streets that are only illuminated by the moonâs shine.Â
There is nobody down the street except for you.
An unsettling feelings begin to pool at the bottom of your stomach. You feel as if there are many pairs of eyes on you.
You pick up the pace beginning to speed walk,
You hear the sound of footsteps coming from somewhere behind you, you try and subtly turn your head but you are unable to see anything down the pitch-black street, you try to pull your phone from out of your pockets but find that it's not there, you begin to panic even more looking ahead of you to try and find anyone there who might be able to help you but you find nothing, the familiar street shops are now closed and there is no light in sight.
Your breathing becomes heavier as you begin to hear even more pairs of footsteps begin to follow you.
You think that you may be able to lose them if you swerve through different alleyways so that's what you do you make your way down different turns and cuts to try and lose the people following you but it doesn't work so when you pass the next alley you quickly turn into it to hide.
You duck down behind a dumpster and pray whoever it is that is following you wonât look there.
The sound of footsteps echo through the dingy alleyway.
You cover your nose and mouth with your hand doing your best to stay quiet, your eyes are beginning to blur with tears, and you are shaking, you make sure you stay silent as many pairs of feet pass your hiding spot.
Things are being thrown around, there are loud thuds and the sound of metal crashing against the concrete echoes off the brick walls of the dark and filthy alleyway.
You flinch at the loud sounds pressing your hand harshly against your mouth to muffle your yelp.
A gruff voice yells, âFuck whereâd she go!â And is followed by the sound of a can being kicked,
The can rolls towards you and your eyes widen âNo, no, noâŠâ You whimper to yourself trying to scoot away from it deeper into the middle of the large dumpster.
The alleyway goes silent.
You are breathing heavier and your eyes burn at the feeling of your unshed tears.
The three men nod to each other, one of them making their way to the dumpster covered in filth, as another makes their way to the other side of it.Â
You hear their footsteps echoing off the walls as they get closer and closer to where youâre hiding.Â
âCome out, Come out wherever ya are~âÂ
You hear the deep voice of a man say from the left of the dumpster, you whimper trying to keep your voice down, on the other side someone bangs on the side making you jump, you hear a raspy chuckle coming from your left and you can see the man's worn down shoes.
âDonât worry doll, we ain't gonna hurt ya.âÂ
You hear the same voice speak up.
âYeah, we jusâ wanna play with ya!â
You can hear the man to your left side say in a croaky, dry voice, you curl into yourself covering your ears and squeezing your eyes shut tightly, âPlease, leave me alone..â You whisper to yourself in a shaky voice. But the dumpster is moved away from you revealing your hiding spot.
âThere ya are pretty.â
One of the men says quickly grabbing onto your forearm, you yelp at the sudden movement and try to pry his hands off of you, âPlease leave me alone!â You scream at the three men but they simply chuckle at your outrage.
 âDon't worry sweet thing we ainât gonna hurt ya, weâre jusâ gonna make ya feel real good~âÂ
The man in the center speaks up as he approaches you, He gets closer and closer to you until heâs standing inches from you and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.
You rack your brain trying to figure out an escape route and as hard as you can you swing your leg up between his legs and nail him right in the balls, the man shrivels up and groans as he grips between his legs, you next turn your body and pry the man's hands off of you before dashing out of the alleyway.
âDonât just stand there like a bunch a idiots go catch her!â You hear the man you kicked yell at the other two.
You sprint as fast as you can past the run-down apartment buildings, you can hear the two other men running after you their footsteps heavy and echoing, you manage to make it to an open convenience store and quickly make your way into it, âPlease sir I need your help!â Your words are rushed and youâre wheezing from the run, the man looks panicked and confused, âMiss are you alright?â He asks, âNo, please there are three men who dragged me down an alley I managed to escape, please help me!â You beg the man, tears streaming down your face, âOkay come this way Iâll help you.â He makes his way from behind the counter and brings you over to an employees-only break room, âYou can hide in here for now and Iâll call you a cab okay miss?â âYes sir, thank you so much for your help!â You hiccup wiping your tears away roughly, the old man pats your back before he makes his way back to the front of the store.
You hear the door to the store beep and some muffled voices but youâre sure itâs the men who are after you, you can hear some loud shouting before the store bell rings again and you pray that theyâve left.
The old man comes back in and informs you that the cab is here for you and that the men left. âThank you so much, sir.â You bow deeply to the man but he simply waves you off, âDonât worry about it, I only did the right thing to do.â You smile at the man's generosity before bowing once more as he walks you out of the store to see you off.
The ride back to your apartment is a long and silent one, you find your phone buried in your bag, you check it and begin to panic when you see the time is nearing midnight, you had no clue those men had been chasing you for so long but you donât care since youâre safe from them, but you know you wonât be safe when you return to the apartment, you dread what Sungwooâs may think happened, âDoes he think I ran away?â,Â
âWill he worry when he knows what happened, will he even care?â, âWill he hurt me because Iâm coming home late?âÂ
You begin to overthink what may happen upon your return home.
When you finally make it back to the apartment building you take your time choosing to climb the stairs even if your body screams at you for doing so simply because it means you can put off the inevitable.
You stand outside the door trying to calm yourself down before finally pulling out your keys and unlocking the door, low and behold Sungwoo is waiting for you at the kitchen island his fingers interlaced as he glares at you, âWhere were you?â He interrogates, âY-you told me to work late tonight so I did.â You stutter, he hums before standing up and taking slow and heavy steps toward where you stand in the foyer, he stands a few inches away from you now, his gaze is cold and you can feel the rage roll off of him in waves, âYou smell like alcohol and trash.â He states and you gulp, âI-I was being chased on my way home from work by three drunken men.â You say truthfully but Sungwoo simply scoffs at you, âOh yea, 'cause I totally believe that,â He rolls his eyes, âI bet you were whoring yourself out.â He accuses you, a hand making its way to your face as his fingers dig into your skin while he strokes you, âYouâre such a slut that youâd go around offering yourself to men on the street huh?â He muses, âN-no that's not what happened I promise.â You plead but he ignores you, so you switch tactics, âBesides why would I do that when I have you?â You make your best puppy eyes at him trying to play innocent hoping itâll work, âAwe youâre so cute,â You feel a sting on the left side of your cheek, âTo think that would work on me, it mightâve if youâd been home sooner but its past midnight [Y/n] so donât play dumb with me.â He glares his hand digging into your scalp as he pulls on your hair, âNot to mention the state youâre in, youâre covered in filth and your hair is a mess.â he sneers at you, he begins pulling you deeper into the house by your hair, you can feel the itching pain of it and the sting of your cheek as he drags you into your room.
He throws you onto the floor making you drop down with a thud, you watch in horror as he begins to unbuckle his belt but instead of taking off his pants he folds the belt in half, âTake off your clothes.â He glares down at you as if you were dirt on his shoe, you quickly do as he says and strip yourself naked, you know whatâs about to happen so you close your eyes tightly and position yourself onto your hands and knees like you know he wants you. âGood girl.â He says before he swings the leather belt down onto your back making you scream out in pain, after only the first swing your eyes well up with tears and your throat stings after the sharp yell,
âThis.â Slap â Is.â Slap âWhat.â Slap âYou.â Slap âDeserve.â Slap âFor.â Slap âBeing.â Slap âA.â Slap âSlutâÂ
He whips the belt down onto you after each word he speaks, you scream and cry as you begin to feel welts and cuts appearing on the red, irritated skin. âI think you need a harsher punishment to remind you who you belong to.â He speaks his face twisted into a sadistic grin, he drops the belt to the floor and walks away you know not to move and just let yourself sob, you have no idea what he plans to do but you know it canât be good if heâs left the room.
When he returns he kneels behind you, âBe a good girl and stay still, this will hurt less if you do.â He says in a sadistic voice and it scares you because you have no idea what heâs planning to do.Â
Your resounding screams are blood-curdling.
You feel the sharp blade of a knife dig into your skin making weird turns that deepen as the knife twists and turns in your back.
The blade only lifts for a second before it starts carving into you again, you can feel warm blood drip from your open wounds, heâs digging it in deep and you know it will eventually lead to a gnarly scar once it's healed.
Your screams of âStop!â and âNo!â bounce off the wall of your room as you sob into your arms as he continues carving into you. âShut up and stop squirming or Iâll have to redo it.â He says gritting his teeth as he makes more jagged cuts into your back as you scream in pain. Once heâs finally finished he closes his blade and dips his finger into your pooling blood and writes on your back with it. Youâre full-on sobbing after heâs done taking shallow breaths in and out, you canât seem to stop hyperventilating and your vision begins to blur as you lose consciousness.
When you wake next itâs 4 in the morning and your back is burning at the open wounds and welts that litter your skin, you carefully lift yourself off of the cold, wooden ground grateful that no substances are leaking from your legs proving Sungwoo didnât do anything to you while you were unconscious so you can make your way to the bathroom, you donât bother putting on clothes but you do grab a fresh pair of pajamas so you can clean yourself of the dried blood and grim that covers your entire body. You slowly make your way to the bathroom, every step feeling like agony you feel the stinging of your cheek and the burn of the welts and cuts not to mention the headache that was caused by your hair being pulled. You finally reach the bathroom quickly flicking the lights on and locking the door behind you, you stare into the mirror seeing your hair is once again a tangled rat's nest and that your cheek is a burning red where the shape of a hand-print takes place. You eventually get the courage to turn around and see the damage on your back and youâre horrified at what you see.
In crooked, jagged letters the word âSUNGWOOâ Is etched into your skin.
Your eyes begin to tear up at the condition your back is in, not only do you have his name in horrific letters carved onto you but you are covered in cuts and welts left from the belt as well as a bruise in the shape of the buckle on you, you can see that written in your dried blood are the words âThis slut belongs toâ as they lead down the carved out name of Sungwoo.
You begin to gag at the state of your back and quickly make your way to the toilet to throw up, your eyes sting with tears and you slump down to the ground and begin to cry shaking violently not being able to erase the image from your mind. You eventually manage to pull yourself off the floor and turn on the shower to a luke-warm temperature since you donât want to irritate your skin even more than it is, you step into the shower and gently wash your body, scrubbing harder at areas that need it, you also wash your filthy, knotted hair and leave the conditioner in to soak while you focus on washing away the blood on you back being careful not to irritate it, you make sure not to use soap on that area and only wash it with water, youâll make sure to take the time to disinfect in once you get out.Â
After youâre clean you slip on your pajamas making sure theyâre loose fitting so they wonât rub onto you, you quietly make your way to your room and pull out a first aid kit and some rubbing alcohol to help clean yourself up more, you slowly slip off your shirt and put some of the rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball before delicately swiping it over some of the smaller cuts before moving onto the words writing on you, it was difficult to maneuver your arms to your back but you managed to do a decent job at disinfecting yourself.
You decide to go out for a walk to try and keep your head straight so you slip on a hoodie and as quietly as you can you tiptoe your way out of the apartment, itâs still dark out and there are no stars out due to the cloudy night sky, you make your way to a playground near the apartment and stare blankly up at the sky, you feel void of any emotions and your head is finally clear of all your dreadful thoughts, thereâs no more thoughts of Sungwoo, no more pain, no more wishing for everything to end, you feels as if youâre just a drift in the night sky. Youâre sat on one of the swings, but you arenât swinging through the air, no, youâre just sitting there the wind blowing through your hair occasionally causing you to rock a bit but for the most part you sit there staring at the sky. Everything is silent, you donât hear anything, and even the sound of crickets chirping is absent.Â
âYou shouldnât be out alone at night.â
You whip your head around behind you to where you hear a voice but no one is there.
âItâs dangerous for you to be out this late.â
You hear the voice once more but this time in front of you and you spin around once more only to see no one once again, âWhoâs there!â You shout into the darkness but the only answer you receive is the whisper of wind blowing past you, âIâm losing my mind.â You whisper to yourself, but you swear you hear a deep chuckle coming from the playground so you turn your head to strain your eyes to see if anyone is there, in the shadows of the night is the silhouette of a man.
You stiffen up in your position and clench your hands ignoring the pinch of the swing chains as they dig into your palms uncomfortably, âWho are you?â You demand, âWhat do you want from me!â Once again the figure chuckles, âI give you good advice and this is the thanks I get?â The man asks in a teasing voice, and when he receives no answer he hums, âYou can think of me as a friend, and as for what I want from you it's easy,â He says, âWe want to help you.â The man states casually, you can see his silhouetteâs shoulders shrug, âWe?â You narrow your eyes at the man, you slowly stand up from the swing and begin to back up in case he tries to approach you but you end up backing into something making you go stiff once more, you quickly realize youâve run into a person as their cold hands wrap around your shoulders.
âThat's right, we only want to help.âÂ
The person behind you whispers into your ear, his voice is deep and has an accent to it, the heat of their breath on the shell of your ear making you shiver.Â
You keep your eyes on the person by the playground when you see 6 more figures manifest from out of the shadows.
âI donât know what you mean by helping me, but I donât want your help, please leave me alone..â You choke out praying they donât try to do anything to you.
âDonât worry we wonât hurt you or try anything funny.â A different voice speaks up and you can only assume itâs the figure on the top of the playground's roof, âH-how do I know I can trust you not to do anything?â You stutter in response, The figure behind you hums âI suppose you canât, but we want to help you with getting rid of that pesky parasite.â You flinch as his deep voice penetrates your ears âP-parasite? What are you talking about?â You whimper out,Â
âI think you know what weâre talking about.âÂ
One of the shadows speaks up.
âYou reek of the smell of blood, and you look terrified.â Another voice speaks up, âI smell like what?â You ask confused, but the group ignores your question âNot to mention youâve got bruises all over and you look tired but not the sleep-deprived kind of tired, your face is sunken in and you look like you cry a lot.â but this observation makes you even more confused, âHow do you know about my bruises?â You breathe out, âWe can see the hand-shaped ones across your throat, youâre clearly a victim of such a nasty parasite.â The man behind you speaks up, and out of reflex, you move your hand up to brush your fingers over the dark bruise âA-are you talking about Sungwoo?â You whisper out, You see their silhouettes nod.
âWe can help you if youâd like. We can kill Park Sungwoo.â
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[In the middle of the procedure, Soundwave had decided the best use of its time would be to run a full systems diagnostic. It knew what the problems were, but this would provide the locations of damage as well. When Shockwave spoke, it nodded and stepped forward, close enough so he could read the information on its visor.]
[The visor switched from the strange app, which was showing some kind of brightly colored human art, to a text read out.]
Diagnostic System Test Results:
Personality Matrix: Online. 70% Functionality.
Recommendation: Defragmentation Cycle.
Primary Processing Software: Online. 63% Functionality.
Reccommendation: Defragmentation Cycle.
Primary Processing Hardware: 60% Functionality.
Reccommendation: Reweld circuits located in zone A12-A19. Rewire zone A14.
Secondary Processing Software: Online. 25% Functionality.
Reccomendation: Defragmentation Cycle.
Secondary Processing Hardware: Online. 30% Functionality.
Reccomendation: Reweld circuits located in zone B12-D24. Rewire zone B14, B34, C18, D18, D23.
[The text read out continued for a few more moments before Soundwave sent the datapacket over to Shockwave. It normally would have been embarrassed- to be in such precarious shape was absolutely unbefitting of the communications officer. Yet, it had been quite some time since it had to activate its battle protocols. Couple that with the intensity of its final struggle with Airachnid? The readout made sense.]
[The secondary processor was in by far the worst shape, which was unsurprising. That's where its protocols were held. It didn't bother with any of the cosmetic issues it had. Those could be taken care of by Knockout when they got back to the Nemesis, and ultimately were not of importance. However, it could still feel the way some of Airachnid's webbing was grinding in its gears. It would have to take care of that sooner or later.]
[Carefully, Soundwave stepped forward. It moved to sit down on the inclined med table. It wasn't particularly comfortable. At best, it was a simple steel table, devoid of any type of padding. Soundwave supposed that was typical- this hadn't exactly been a place of healing during the war.]
[The mech leaned back, staring at Shockwave. It was its turn to be vulnerable now, and Soundwave would be lying if it said it wasn't nervous. Still, it reminded itself of their earlier interactions. If it wanted to think about this logically, technically Shockwave owed Soundwave his life. The least he could do was patch it up.]
[Yet, that line of thinking felt almost cruel. Nor was it consistent with what had just transpired between them. Shockwave had shown it his spark. Willingly. Not only that, but the mech had taken on this endeavor for Soundwave. Not for Megatron, and not for himself. For Soundwave. Shockwave wasn't exactly known for his selflessness, and yet here they were. On a dead planet, full of the scars of war. Of course it was cruel to think this. Soundwave could only rationalize the thought tree with years of conditioning within Decepticon culture; even with Knockout, it was suspicious.]
[Its data bank brought up the previous memory; Soundwave lying still on the medbay berth in the Pits, Shockwave working meticulously on it. Removing each piece of its plating with the upmost care and accuracy. That red optic somehow exuding concentration despite the lack of optical ridges or mouth. It was a barely lucid dream, melted away by years of war and slow data degradation. Yet, the moment felt important, as if it was one of the many points of no return it had experienced.]
[It didn't necessarily owe Shockwave anything, but it could not deny that their history caused their relationship to be deeper than previously imagined.]
[With mild hesitation, Soundwave began to loosen the plating around the zones needing repair in preparation for Shockwave to take them off.]
@silenceofthewave
By the time his systems had finished rebooting, his diagnostic readout was absolutely cluttered with error messages. He skimmed them while closing them out; none said anything surprising.
He was trapped in his alt mode beneath a skyscraper's worth of debris. He was suffering from several minor energon leaks, and while his alt mode had aided him in surviving the collapse, he was limited in his ability to escape.
He would have to rely on Soundwave.
He checked his commlink connection first, only for static to painfully blast his audials. No good, some debris must have damaged his transmitter.
He had an idea for flagging down his comrade, but it would set him into energon-deprived stasis. While he weighed his options, he heard a distant rumble through the debris.
There was no other choice. Assuming that the noise had been Soundwave actively searching for him, he would have to take this chance.
The barrel of his cannon warmed as he tilted it upwards, feeling it strain against the crushing force of the debris. He felt his motor systems lock up as he redirected as much energon as he could to the weapon, and he fired.
He only had a split second to be cognizant that the blast had melted a hole through to the surface before his senses were awash in errors again-- and the cold embrace of stasis gripped him.
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Some Yveltal sketches (curated from my main blog, there's some lore in the tags if you're interested.)
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đđđđđ đđđđđ | R. SUKUNA
Summary: Being mated to the most blood thirsty omega around is not ideal for most alphas, but at least his body is up to par! âĄ
Warnings: sub (ish???)/omega/bottom sukuna, alpha/gn! reader, strap referred as a dick, dubcon, threatening + small amount of blood (as usual), heats, slight yandere! sukuna, trueform sukuna, slight role reveral regarding omegaverse dynamics, reader is basically sukunas pet, subspaces, anal fingering, self lubrication (slick), biting, heavy praise, multiple orgasms, violent behavior, slight degradation (use of nickname whore and bitch), dirty talk, starts off as smut but then feelings are involved (reader is a simp at the end)
WC: 9.1k
A/N: sick in the head...sick in the head...
One of the world's greatest surprises is that the King of Curses is an omega. The horror stories told about him never once mentioned his dynamic, and so everybody believed that he was an alpha, which made sense considering his history. Those who came in contact with him never really had time to spread the news to others, having been killed so quickly. So only a special few knew about it.
But it wasn't like Sukuna was embarrassed of his second sex. No, the king took pride in his dynamic â it made killing alphas way more satisfying knowing that he instinctively should be baring his neck to them. And so, he never took a marking, finding nobody worthy of it.
That is until he met you. You definitely weren't worthy of his mark, being incredibly weak and holding no authority over him. But for some reason or another, Sukuna became fascinated by you. You never showed signs of fear, nor interest in him, and almost everybody feels one of the two emotions when meeting him. He was compelled to learn more about you, and somehow, Sukuna became attached to your side for a while.
He didn't love you nor feel any feelings similar to love â it was for curiosity's sake as to why you were so different than the other alphas.Â
Sukuna eventually determined that you were either an idiot or crazy for how you talked to him. You treated him like he was just simply another annoying suitor around. It was entertaining to the bored king. And so, you were his test subject, and once he was done studying you, you were to be killed.
But alas, Sukuna fell into heat not long after meeting you, and he had gotten himself mated with you. A foolish thing that Sukuna has never even gotten close to doing in his entire lifetime.
He almost murdered you after his heat for daring to mark him â a permanent thing for omegas, while you, an alpha, could live your life freely. But it wasn't like you had intended to mark him. Sukuna, at the peak of his heat, had threatened to slice your head off if you didn't claim him. You didn't happen to dislike him too much, and you did not want to die, so you followed the king's orders and drove your teeth into his neck during his orgasm.
And the second his heat was over, he had run off without a word. He was humiliated by the fact that he was claimed now and had visited you multiple times since that day to put an end to your useless life. But every time he saw you, he would hide away so that you didn't see him and leave without you knowing. It wasn't his fault; everything in him screamed for him to be next to you, being freshly mated, but he refused to follow those instincts.
With his time away, he couldn't help but think about you nearly all the time. You were kind to him, even though he hates to admit it. You cleaned his body up when he was twitching from exhaustion and covered in his own bodily fluids. You must have been equally exhausted, having been forced to keep up with his pace, but not once did you complain nor mention how weak he must have looked with his drool stains on his chin.
And even before his heat, he didn't seem to mind you. He liked that you always quipped back your own insults and didn't allow yourself to get bullied by him. It made it entertaining, and he found himself enjoying conversing with a human. But still, even with your complaints of how annoying he was for not leaving you alone, you would cook extra food so that he would never go hungry. Although Sukuna didn't have a preference for human food, he still found himself eating a few bites. You were providing for an omega, and Sukuna made careful note of it, hating that he found himself pleased by it.
During his preheat, you offered your house to him and brought him blankets and pillows for nesting even when he nearly tore off your arm for entering his (your) room. And when he dragged you into his nest, you complimented it as you were supposed to, which still made his insides stir.
Plus, when he trapped you in his nest for a couple of days, you didn't make much of a fuss â other than when you had to use the restroom, to which he nipped at your hand like some sort of dog in complaint. You were a weak, pathetic alpha, and he couldn't let you roam free, practically begging to be injured. His nest was the safest place to be, and so in his head, you were to stay put there for all of his heat.
But Sukunas possessive and overprotective thoughts shifted instantly when his heat dwindled down. He got up and left the day his heat had ended, and you were left completely shocked at his sudden disappearance. It was out of the blue, considering he had been around for weeks beforehand. You couldn't help but feel distraught over it, having also felt the bond, even if it was not as extreme for an omega. Plus, during his heat, he was cuter than you have ever seen before. He was needy and whiny but still cute.Â
You may have garnered your own feelings toward the curse, something close to love, or some sort of infatuation at least. So when he left, you were left nearly broken for weeks, having just previously been daydreaming about how you could manage a new life with the two of you. It was a hopeless delusion, and you should have known that, but it still hurt.
But you aren't as pathetic as he thinks, and by the second month, you were over it. Sure, the bond sometimes made you feel a little listless, but after so long, you have even begun to forget how he smelt. And your feelings toward him rapidly shifted, now finding him repulsive for abandoning you. You had decided that if he would ever come back, you would reject him.
You should have known that wasn't going to happen, considering you still harbored feelings for him. Lo and behold, nearly three months later, Sukuna returned.
He barges in the door, almost tearing it off the walls. You nearly jump out of your seat at the noise, but your eyes widen the second you smell his scent. The mating bond made it even more appealing to you, and you could also make out the smell of omega in heat. You curse under your breath at the smell but remain silent, not giving the satisfaction of you freaking out over his sudden appearance.
You were seated in your office doing work when he came in. And just seconds after you smelt him, Sukuna conjured himself behind you, sharp nails dragging up your neck in both a greeting and warning. But you weren't having any of it, a familiar rage bubbling in your chest at his return. So, you just continue to stare ahead at your screen.Â
"Leave," is the first thing you say, the first command. You never used an alpha command on an omega, but this situation definitely called for it. He was mated to you, so the words had to have a more significant effect on him. But alas, he was the king of curses - he was not going to back down so easily.
"Why do you smell of other omegas, you pathetic alpha?"Â
His teeth graze your neck, and you try your best not to shiver, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of it. You try to mask your scent, thinking of things other than his tongue that seems to be peeking past his lips.Â
You should ignore him â you know you should ignore him, but you just can't seem to find it in you to. "I was not with others if that is what you are asking," you roll your eyes, still facing your computer while he leans over you. "Though I wish I had been."
"I would have killed them,"Â he purrs, dragging his claws down your chest. "Ripped them apart for daring to touch what is mine while you would have sat and listened to their screams of agony."Â His teeth graze your earlobes, and you gulp, thinking about how horrid that would be. "Would you like it? Like to watch your omega get all possessive over you? It would fuel your little alpha pride, I would suppose."
He was releasing his scent in waves, and it was beginning to make your head spin. But it was your house, and he wasn't just going to barge in and claim it as him, so you also release your own scent, which pulls a purr-like chuckle from him. Then, you slump in your chair, finally sparing him a glance. "Omegas aren't supposed to be possessive. That is more of an alpha trait, dont you think, Sukuna?"
"And you are possessive over me?"
You go silent for a moment, reaching out to touch his face. You tilt his chin back, forcing him to bare his neck so you can run your fingers over the bite mark you made just a couple of months ago.
He goes quiet, amused by your touch but not liking your lack of response. But then you pull away, like nothing happened, and return to your computer. "I dont need to be,"Â you sigh, "You won't let anyone fuck you that isn't me."Â
One of Sukuna's top eyes twitches, and he spins the chair around, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. Your face remains blank, and even when he begins to dig his finger into your cheek, you dont show any signs of amiss. Your lack of response drives Sukuna insane, and you raise your eyebrows at his glare.Â
He growls low at you, baring his teeth and continuing to cloud your house with his now seductive scent. "You have some nerve to talk to me that way, you pathetic excuse of an alpha. You are looking at the most desired omega on this planet, and you think for a second that I wouldn't fuck somebody else?"
Your hands travel to his wrists, tugging his hand off your face. He surprisingly lets you, but with each second he seems to grow more angry. This is surprising to you because his scent conveyed a completely different emotion. Everything radiating from Sukuna was Look at me, Fuck me. And if you gave into instincts, the two of you would be without clothes by now. But alas, Sukuna left you for three months with no word, and you weren't going to allow yourself to get pushed around by him.
So, you stare back up at him, a wicked grin pulling at your face. "You are the one baring my mark and are crawling back to me after all of these months." You see his face begin to fume, and his scent turns sour from displeasure at the words. "But I am not going to fuck you. I dont want to fuck you. You left after forming a bond with me. I don't want you anymore. Go home, omega."
The words seemed to burn at your tongue, going completely against your instincts. You were purposely hurting an omega, which is everything that alpha's were basically encoded against. But alas, you did not want to get caught up in Sukuna's web.
The room smells horrid by now, mostly from disapproval but also distress â it almost made you whine out, feeling horrible for making any omega feel unwanted, but you bite your tongue and try your best not to focus on his scent. It would only do you worse in the end.
"You think you can speak to me this way because you marked me? Are you so delusional that you think I won't kill you on the spot?" His finger does now cut at your cheek, and you flinch at the stinging sensation along with the blood that now drips from your cheek. He never was afraid to use violence to prove his point.Â
But then, he licks at your blood. You feel the stripe of his tongue from your chin all the way up to your cheek. "Do you want me to roll over and show my stomach to you? Want me to croon at you and beg you to pup me? I am not your omegan bitch."
"You would be more appealing if you were."
He chuckles at you, shaking his head. "I am the most appealing thing you will ever see in your puny lifetime. People would kill to be in your position."
He was nibbling on your ear at this point, dragging his pointer finger up your shirt, seconds away from ripping it in two. The scent Sukuna let out was back to being seductive, probably too overwhelmed by his heat to maintain his displeasure.
"Nobody would want to be mated to a bloodthirsty curse."
His teeth drag up your neck, and he laughs at you again, low and rumbling. "You do, or did at least. Considering you did mark me, my pathetic alpha."
The insult doesn't phase you. You shut your eyes and sigh out. You couldn't help but be turned on at this point â his knee was meticulously placed in between your legs, and the smell of heat wafted through the air. You were trapped whether you liked it or not, and you could feel the fight in you begin to dwindle. "You would have killed me if I didn't."
"And I will kill you if you turn me away again."
"Can you try to make it seem like you are not always threatening me? Alphas prefer to be the one in charge, you know."
He grabs your hand and leads it beneath his pants where his slick was pooling. You gulp, looking away and trying not to salivate at the wetness. "You can always fuck the control out of me,"Â he breathes into your ear, and you let out a shaky sigh, "If you do it well enough, I could end up crooning at you for more. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
Your fingers find his hole, and you borderline whine, accidentally ignoring his question. You have been thinking about this for months now, and him now being here now sends your head spinning. "So wet."
"'s all for you."
His mouth latches onto yours and he groans into it, kissing with so much force that you a pinned to the back of your chair. You feel his tongue drag over the inside of your mouth, trying to claim as much of it for himself. You pull away after a moment, collecting your breath, and realize that he has you wrapped around his finger. "Y-You want to bottom?"
He bites your lip hard enough to draw blood, and you hiss, grabbing your mouth and pulling away. "What was that for?!"
"For being an idiot. Of course I want to bottom." He licks at your lips, healing them with his cursed technique, before moving onto your cheek to do the same thing. "How did I end up with a stupid alpha?"
You growl at him, "It's not my fault I can't think."Â The smell of heat was so strong by now that your head was dizzy. "You want to tell the entire world you are trying to get fucked? Sounds whorish to me."
"It's working isn't it?" He feels you circling his hole, finally sliding your first finger in. "Will you turn me into your whore, alpha?"
The thought makes you groan out, head tilting back while he continues to lick and kiss your neck. But you don't dare to stop your movements, knowing that if you were, he would probably find some way for you to focus your attention back on him. He was greedy for it all.
The second finger slides in without much trouble, and now Sukuna is straddling you. He was much larger than you andhis frame completely engulfed you, but still he caved his body forward so that he could continue his ministrations. You already knew that your neck was to be covered in marks by the time he was through of you â he was possessive, and it wasn't because of his second gender.Â
Slick was now beginning to drip down his thigh, and he was beginning to rock his hips back and forward onto your fingers. The chair was making a screeching noise, upset with the large man for trying to put his weight on it.Â
You pull away for a second, and Sukuna immediately returns to kiss you again, cupping your face with two of his palms. Again, you try to pull away, and still, he doesn't let you speak, continuing to force his tongue into your mouth. A warning growl pulls at your throat, and you pull your fingers out of him.
He, in response, lets out his own growl, louder than yours, considering his growl was more out of disapproval at the removal of your fingers. His face by now was flushing red, a telltale sign that he was slipping completely into his heat.Â
"What now?"Â Sukuna hisses, and you roll your eyes.
But, instead of biting back another remark, you change your tone, taking the softer route. Omega's like to be coddled, and Sukuna was no exception, no matter his status. So, you rub at his cheek with your thumb. "I know you're feeling needy, but can we take this to the bedroom?"
His main set of eyes blinks at you, physically relaxing at your gentle touch and the crooning. You, in return, have to hold back a smirk, knowing that if he was to see it, he would grow pissed again. You couldn't help but compare his behavior to a bratty child. But still, he climbs off your lap, and you sigh in relief before squealing when he effortlessly lifts you with his top pair of arms.Â
A deep purr-like chuckle is let out, and he glances at you before walking over to your room. "I can walk, you know," you say, slightly pouting at being cradled like some sort of child.
"And risk you taking a fall and somehow dying on me? I am not risking the possibility of not getting fucked because you are the weakest creature that walks the earth." He doesn't even look at you when he says it, continuing to walk forward. You remain silent, just sighing and shaking your head, but used to this ridiculous behavior.
You notice the thick smell of arousal that was still pooling out of him, and most omegas would be stuck in their nests, barely able to walk. But Sukuna wasn't a typical omega, and you both found his unpredictableness endearing and nerve-wracking.
Your finger pulls his robe open, and without him looking, you latch your teeth onto his nipple, gently nibbling on the bud. He fumbles with his steps, and immediately, a clenched groan is let out, paired with a small shiver. The reaction pleases you, and so you smile at him before he can question your actions. "Still just as sensitive, I'm glad. Tonight is going to be," you reach up to trace the side of his face. "Fun."
The purr of approval vibrates his entire chest, and you laugh.
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He kicked you out of your own room, as he did last time. When he arrived at your room and saw the perfectly made bed, along with the complete absence of his scent, he had borderline dropped you. So, just like last time, you sat outside your door, occasionally passing him more blankets or pillows, and crooning at him so that he didn't get pissed off thinking that you left him.
His heat smell was getting thicker with each minute, and in return, your head was growing foggy â you couldn't imagine what was going on in his own head. "You better have not moved from that position. I hear your stirring. Don't make me break your legs."
You haven't moved from your seated position in front of the door, so you roll your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, clingy bastard. Just trying not to cum in my pants from your scent." It was a sarcastic remark, but when you hear the king chuckle in delight, you tap your head against the wooden door and close your eyes.
It was weird to have him back, and you are not surprised that your heart feels strange around him â you were bonded afterall. It was good to have him back â you found comfort in his scent, but the thought of him disappearing again made you frown. You tuck your knees close to you and bury your head in them.
Sukuna opens the door two minutes later, slightly panting and flushed red. His body was growing weak. Now, he was completely bare, and his cock was standing hard against his lower stomach. But, you didn't notice, still in your little ball on the floor.
He looks at you, raising his eyebrows, because he has never seen you in this state. You were always reeking of confidence, standing tall and proud while you openlingly defy him. He, strangely, didn't like to see you look like this and your scent was beginning to turn stale.
"Why does my alpha look like a mopey kitten?"
You don't look up at him, slightly pouting. "You have to promise me you won't leave after this. I'm not some fucktoy for your heat."
Sukuna would be lying if he didn't say his omega was purring at the idea of staying with you. The last couple of months have taken a toll on his body, and although he is the strongest person to walk this planet, it was quite annoying to be in a constant state of distress. "Ill think about it â depends on how well you fuck me. How can you be so whiny when I am the one with slick dripping down my thighs?"Â
You look up from your makeshift ball and are immediately hit with the smell of it. But, you dont have time to look at his thighs because you are being scooped up again like you truly were some sort of kitten. He holds you with one hand and uses another one to pet your head as he drags you to his nest. "There, there," he tries to comfort, "Dont be sad little alpha, you make me feel weird when you are moping."
He was purring at you, and even if you tried to, you couldn't help but feel better. But the moment doesn't last long â he drops you into his nest, crossing his top set of arms above you and waiting. You raise your eyebrows at him, glancing at his cock that was hard and on display before going back to his smug face. "Why are you showing me your useless cock?"
"Im not,"Â he bites, baring his teeth for a moment, before shaking his head. "The nest. Compliment it."
"Oh."Â
Sukuna seemed to have a set of procedures he wanted to follow before getting to the real deal. It was surprising, considering that most omegas wouldn't miss a second of sex for something as silly as this. But you could tell he was beginning to struggle from the way he was slightly trembling.Â
You quickly turn to pillows and pillows, along with your miscellaneous dirty clothes. He was tapping his foot, quickly growing impatient. So you nod at him, giving him a small smile to show that you are happy. "Very nice. Soft, comfortable. I really like it. Good job, Sukuna."
He releases his pleased scent in waves, and a small croon leaves his lips. But even when you could tell that he was practically wagging his tail at the compliment, all he says is, "Good. You are to stay here for the duration of my heat. No exceptions. And dont you dare think about getting up to relieve yourself without telling me? I will string you alive."
That meant that he was probably going to be stalking into the kitchen for food and water like he did last time. Alphas are supposed to provide food/water and protection to their omegas in their most vulnerable state â Sukuna seemed to not follow traditional dynamics roles, which wasn't that surprising. But still, the idea of you being the one to be taken care of makes you slightly pout.Â
The omega seems to read your mind. "My vulnerable state is a million times stronger than you at your strongest. You stay in the nest."
"Your wish is my command, Lord Sukuna,"Â you say sarcastically, leaning back in the cushions and sighing.Â
He finally comes crawling toward you, pinning you beneath his massive frame. But you are not intimidated by him, to say the least, so you just raise an eyebrow at him. He presses a small kiss to your neck before saying, "I like the way that sounds on your lips."
"Yeah, I bet you do, you arrogant bastard."Â He chuckles at you, taking a deep inhale of your scent and then gently rubbing his neck onto yours. The action is sweet, but you are flooded with the smell of arousal, so you are getting particularly impatient. "Are we going to fuck, or do I need to find another omega in heat?"
It was a risky joke, and you knew that you shouldn't have said that the second it left your mouth. But Sukuna, in turn, just rumbles another laugh, gently biting the skin of your neck. "Little alpha has jokes?"Â he asks, and you remain quiet, biting your lip and hoping that you dont cause the deaths of innocent people. "Do you think it would be funny if I killed every omega you laid eyes on?"
You grab his chin and force his lips onto yours. He eagerly accepts your advances, purring low while cupping your face with two hands. "Your means to distract me are so cute."
You don't respond to the mumble against your lips â instead, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You can feel himself beginning to rut against your pelvis, probably staining pre on your clothes. But, the fabric doesn't stand a chance anyway, as he tears through it with his finger. The sound causes you to pull away, frowning at him. "That was my favorite shirt."
"And it was in my way," he breathes, before pressing his mouth back to yours. You fingers begin to make their way to the back of his thighs and he hitches a breath when you finally bring your fingers back to his entrance. It was properly lubricated as it was before, and it makes it incredibly easy to slip two fingers in.
Sukuna breathes a sigh of relief at the feeling, having been daydreaming about you inside him for the past couple of hours. He unconsciously rocks his hips back into the digits while you scissor the hole, preparing him for what is later to come. Your knee comes up to where his cock grinds against, and he groans into your mouth.Â
You pull away from him, now choosing to focus on his neck. Your mouth litters it with kisses and small love bites, but focus on the outline of your teeth from three months earlier â the mark you gave him. It seemed to be a sensitive part for him, considering the way all of his eyes are squeezed shut and his arms trembled on the pillows next to you.Â
"Such a pretty mark,"Â you coo, curling your fingers inside him slightly toward his stomach so that it hits his prostate right on.
Sukuna, in return, eyes fly open, and he chokes up a weak cough at the feeling. But, he quickly recomposes himself, swallowing some saliva and looking back at you. "Glad one of us likes it."
"You are a liar," you tease, kissing his jawline, "or else you wouldn't come crawling back to me. Tell me, Ryomen, did you miss me?"
"You are going to have to fuck me with something bigger than your fingers to get me to babble such nonsense."Â He holds a cocky grin, flashing his teeth before using his tongue to lick at your lips. The action makes you cringe and look away while he laughs.
But his moment of triumph is cut short when you plunge another finger inside him. It sends his mouth flying open, and his eyes widen at the intrusion before he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuckkkk,"Â he groans, grinding himself on your fingers, "T-Thats more like it!"Â
You grin at him, rubbing your thumb on his lips. "Such a size queen. Do you need something bigger?"
His tongue darts out, and he licks at your thumb while you raise your eyebrows. He seemed to be glaring at you, but it didn't do much, considering his eyes were growing hazy and his cheeks were flushed. "You know what I want. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to find another alpha?"Â
It was a cute attempt to try and use your words against you, so you can't help but laugh. "Have you ever been fucked by someone else, Sukuna? I swore I was the first to ever be inside you."Â
To this, he goes silent. It was true, and in fact, even if it went completely against instincts, Sukuna during his previous heats would be the one fucking his partners. He didn't care about their sex, nor their dynamic, all he was looking for was pleasure. Granted, being inside someone didn't have the same feeling as being the one penetrated, and he realized that very quickly after his first heat with you. He didn't know if he could go back to the half-ass pleasure he was grantedbefore.
So when he hears you laugh, the curse merely scoffs and looks away. But, you move quickly away from the subject, and instead push him off of you. "Get on your hands and knees," you say, and then sigh, knowing better than to give him any commands. "Sorry, that sounded demanding. Can you please get on your hands and knees, Sukuna? It will be easier for the both of us."
"I am not your bitch," he bites, but still, he climbs off of you and readjusts himself in front of you. He was not ashamed inthe way he presented himself â slick ran down his thigh and coated his hole while his cock laid heavy in between them with pre cum beading at the tip.
You sit up, giving his ass a squeeze that sends him growling at you. You go silent for a minute, preparing everything while he sits and waits semi-patiently. But once you are all ready, you grin at the muscled body laid out so perfectly in front of you. "Trust me, I know. But I do hope to change that."
He doesn't have time to respond when you are suddenly pushing into him. The curse, in return, grips at the sheets, turning his knuckles white from the mere force of it. He hisses out and bites at the pillow in front of his, and his ring stretches to take the new intrusion. "Fuck!" he groans, shaking his head, "Was it always this freakishly big? S-Slow down before I come up there and tear your head off!"
You roll your eyes at the threat but abide by his demand. "So dramatic,"Â you sigh, using your finger to trace over his wet entrance. "You seem to be gobbling me up just fine down here. You are so whiny, king of curses."
He let out a string of profanities, and tears begin to prick in his eyes. It makes your own eyes light up, and you thrust forward to bottom out completely inside of him. His body erupts in a fit of shivers, and he hides his face from you in the pillows. Sukuna's entire body was burning up by now, and your hands trace at the flushed skin on his back while you wait for him to adjust to the length.
His whines, you realize very quickly, did not express his true feelings. The air was growing thick from arousal, and the second you bottomed out inside him, a pleased scent is released. Your lips curl up in a smile. "Well, aren't you just a little whore!"
Growls echo through the room, but you quickly shut them up by pulling out and thrusting forward. It makes his himchoke a gasp and more of the pleased scent is let out, making the room smell incredibly sweet. The power is getting to your head, but you relished in it for all you could, considering that once he got adjusted to the length inside him, he would be spitting his own insults in between moans.Â
But for now, you lean forward and lick at his neck, just over his scent gland. "You feel good? Finally sedated after having a cock up your ass?"
"I will if you do something with it. You are boring me to tears," he pants into the pillows, one of his eyes looking back at you. But you just shrug at the complaint and finally begin to move.Â
You start off slow, pulling your hips back all the way until the tip reaches his rim and then back forward. But it seems to have a greater effect on him than you thought. He lets out a muffled groan and slightly raises his hips so that it gives you easier access. You would comment on the display, but you watch a bead of slick drip down his thigh and instead remain quiet, so you dont miss the show.
The noises he makes are cute, low in pitch compared to most omegas, but dont hide the fact that he was in an immense amount of pleasure. The sight in front of you was one to behold â his hole stretched prettily just for you while his entire body was trembling. You could tell he was growing annoyed with the slow pace, so you move your hips quicker, only causing him to clench onto the sheets.
He curses out his own set of profanities, and so you lean forward, pressing your chest to his back, and kiss him. It shuts him up instantly, and the king is craning his neck back to kiss you with anÂ
unmatched ferocity. It makes you chuckle in surprise at the desperation of it all, and he slightly growls into your mouth, knowing exactly what you are thinking.Â
His tongue was a lot larger than yours, and he seemed to have no shame in using it to completely claim the inside of your mouth. One of his hands also cups your face, trapping you to his lips. But, even with his possessive hold on you, you dont let up on your pace, knowing that he was to surely bite (and not on your neck) you in the position if you did.
And so his body jerks forward with each slam of your hips, and Sukuna has to push himself back so that he can reach your lips. His groans are eaten up by your mouth, but still, you can feel the vibrations of his purr. It makes you let out your own sounds of affection, and he greedily consumes them without shame.
You rip your face away from his, and he frowns at you for a split second, already on his way to let out another complaint, before you grab his neck and push it into the sheets. You dont do it hard â you aren't trying to suffocate him, but simply to show what position he is in. Now, his ass remains in the air while his face is buried in some of your pillows. He makes a sound of surprise, but you quicken your pace before he can ask what you are doing.
Your hips move at a rapid pace, and it gives him no room to adjust to the new position. You were drilling into him without a care in the world, creating a lewd sound of slapping of skin. It made his eyes widen, and he bit the soft fabric of the pillow, canines digging into the sheet, nearly tearing it apart.
You hook your finger into his mouth, pulling his lip back and contorting his pretty face. "Hey, relax. Dont rip up my pillows; I just bought them."
"F-Fuck you!"Â he warbles, but it comes out shaky and breathless from your movements, and you swear you can see his eyes beginning to roll back. But still, he brings his hand over to his mouth and chews on the flesh instead. The action only makes you grin, knowing he was slowly beginning to give in to his instincts to please his alpha.
So, you lean forward, not daring to stop your movements until your chest was pressed to his back. Then you find his ear and lean close till you are centimeters away from it and say, "Well, aren't you just a good boy? Doing so well for me, huh, my omega? Pleasing your alpha by taking me whole."
Much to the surprise of both of you, his abdomen tenses up, and cum shoots out of his cock. It stains the sheets a creamy shade of white, and his entire body begins to tremble with the shocks. The curse doesn't make a peep, biting his lip as he clenches onto the walls of the nest and tightens around your length.
The action makes your eyes widen, and a breathless laugh falls from your lips. "You wanted me to be mean to you your last heat, but you have a praise kink?"
His entire back was turning red, and his cheeks twinged with embarrassment. The man shows you his teeth, growling slightly while craning his neck to look at you. "I do not. Watch your mouth, little alpha, before you piss me off."
"Do you want to be my good boy, Sukuna?"Â Â
Your breath was right next to Sukunas ear, and his entire body goes through a fit of shivers. His scent was screaming Yes. Yes. Yes. But Sukuna just faces the pillow and shakes his head. "Shut up. You are disgusting me."
Your hips begin to pick up their pace again, and a small whimper escapes his lips from the twinge of overstimulation. But still, immediately he begins to press himself back into you, not daring to escape the pleasure he had sought out for. Your lips find his neck, and you begin to litter it with marks, which only drives Sukuna to the brink of insanity due to his instinctual fondness for being "claimed."
"Look so pretty for me,"Â you trace your finger over your claim mark, "Pretty and marked up. So perfect. How am I so lucky to be mated to you?"
"Stop it," he mewls for the first time, voice wavering, and he shakes his head as if trying to snap himself out of a trance. His hips push back into you, and you grin at the display before gripping his hips even tighter. Even his back was pressed into a deeper arch, unconsciously presenting his full self to you.
You run your fingers through his hair at his groans, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Can you cum for me again, my sweet boy?"Â
The coo next to his ear sends his eyes flying open, and a guttural moan slips out. His legs, flushed a shade of red from the heat of it all, begin to shake, and before he knows it, he comes tumbling off the toy, ass still in the air as his second, much stronger orgasm crashes over him. His hole clenches around nothing, and he bites his teeth into his hands, letting a round of muffled moans fill the air. Tears even begin to fall down his cheek, and his entire body trembles while cum stains the sheets.Â
He had cum twice in the past ten minutes. It was common for omegas to get overwhelmed and orgasm quickly after another, but for Sukuna, this was incredibly rare. He had a praise kink, and this confirmed it.
It was a pretty sight, and so you cock your head to the side, tracing the skin between his thighs, admiring the trembling muscles. The man goes eerily quiet after his second orgasm, and his body looks tense. "Sukuna?"
He doesn't answer, not daring to look at you. You lean forward to get a look at his face, but he turns around and lets out a low warning growl. It makes you pause for a moment, confused, and then you see a drop of blood fall onto the white pillow in front of you. He still doesn't look your way.
He was hurt, and your instincts took the better of you. "Sukuna, look at me."
The omega lets out another small growl â this one weak and barely heard. In return, you growl louder and let out an abundance of pheromones, causing him to tense up, incredibly close to submitting. Then you grab his chin and force his face toward you.
Your eyes widen at the sight. He was biting his lip so hard that blood was beginning to fall down his chin. But, it wasn't that that surprised you. No, it was Sukuna's expression. His face was an abnormal shade of red even for his heat, the flush going to his ears and down his neck. His eyes were glassy with tears, and he didn't dare make eye contact with you.Â
Sukuna was embarrassed from cumming so hard from the praise you gave him. You have to hold back a croon â the king of curses look unfathomably cute in your hold.
Your finger ghosts over his lips, and you murmur, "Heal it". He obeys without much thought, and in an instant, the pink flesh is restored. But the curse still doesn't look at you, so you kiss his cheek. You knew he didn't mean to, but a small whimper slips past his lips at the affection. Your grin is wolfish.
"Why are you upset?" You croon, knowing exactly why. Your positions seemed to have switched. It was less than an hour ago when he was the one trying to comfort you. Although his reasoning for being upset was definitely not as reasonable, bug you aren't going to complain when he looks so cute.
"Im not, weakling. Let's just go again. C-C'mon, im starting to feel itchy again."
You lean forward kissing his jaw and then moving to his neck to press another kiss to his scent gland. His entire body shudders. "So needy. You're lucky you're so cute. Do you want your alpha to make you feel good again, hmm?"
When your tongue licks a stripe on his scent gland, Sukuna groans, head spinning. He hates that when you scent mark him, it makes him feel giddy, like some sort of pathetic school girl. You are supposed to be a quick fuck, and then he was going to leave again, but the way your talking to him, like he really was your omega makes his heart pound in his chest. Would he always feel like this if he were to stay with you? Make this his permanent nest? Be your mate?
A purr rumbles through his chest.
Sukuna never considered having a mate. But alas this is the second time he has had this thoughts. The first when he nearly forced you to bite him, and now, his second heat with you. His sober mind pushed away the thoughts immediately and instead took to hiding from you. But could he do that again? It was borderline unbearable for the omega â it went against what his instincts were screaming at him to do. To be with his alpha.
You nibble on his ear, already pushing back into him and this time Sukuna groans out. His body was angry at him for attempting to go a third round without a break, but he didnt care, it felt too good. His hips push into yours and he hisses when you wrap your hands around his cock.
"How many times do you want to cum today?" You ask, voice breathless as you keep up the ruthless pace that would only please Sukuna. Your movements were quick in pace, jabbing into his sensitive spot without mercy, exactly how he likes it.Â
His mouth begins to hang open and his eyes hold a glaze to them. Now, he looked more akin to what a normal omega would look like in a heat. He was just a little harder to break down, but his roots were all the same.Â
Sukuna blinks at your question, slow, mindless. âMhmmmâŠa-lot..? WannaâŠcumâŠâÂ
You giggle at the warble, but this time he doesnt say anything snarky in return. In fact, he seems to be pleased at himself for making you laugh. For making you seemingly happy. He tries to lean his head back to scent you, but due to your arm pushing his head into the nest, he doesn't go very far. He growls in displeasure.
You instead lean forward and rub your neck against his, even if there was minimal to no effect in the action. His scent was already so potent you were to be smelling of him for at least a week after his heat. But you indulge him in the instinctual pleasure, and he sighs into what is most likely your dirty shirt. A fucked out smile tugs at his lips, your eyes lighten.
"You're like a grumpy kitten, you know?" You run your fingers through his pink hair, brushing it back. Your movementsof your hips slow slightly, but they are still deep and give Sukuna enough pleasure for him not to whine out. You kiss the back of his neck. "Hiss and claw and bite whatever it sees. But the second the fierce creature gets some warm milk, it's back to being cute and docile, just like you, Sukuna."
Gears are turning in Sukunas head, no doubt from the intensity of his heat, so you wait and continue to brush at his hair and kiss at his neck in time with your thrusts. A couple seconds later he manages to bite back a weak, "Not cute or docileâŠbastard."
You hum at him, grabbing his chin when his mouth falls open after you seemed to his his prostate. "Docile may not be the best word, sedated maybe. Just need some dick to calm you down." You take a moment to catch your breath, panting slightly into his muscular shoulder. "I can keep you sedated."
"S-Stop babbling nonsense."
"Not just with sex," you continue, releasing an abudance of calming phermones that almost match his intensity. Then you let out a croon, paired with a nearly overdramatic purr. He was too weak to fight his instincts and so practically mewls at the sound, letting out his own purr in return.Â
"I can keep you calm, make you feel safe." Although you knew you could never be as strong as him, you could try at least. Your hand reaches below him to play with his dick again, and Sukuna jumps. "I'll put up with your hissy fits and your extremely possessive nature. The killingâŠwill be something to be discussed when I'm not inside you."
To this, Sukuna makes a sound that shocks you. He laughs. Its not mocking like they usually were, harsh and mean, instead it more like a giggle, like he truly thought what you said was humorous. You pray it's not the heat talking but you try not to get your hopes up.
Instead, you continue on your rant, now picking up the pace of your hips. You slam into him, restarting the rhythm of the slapping of skin on skin. Sukuna bites the pillow, but you pull his hair back, earning a pained moan from the man. "Y-You can kick me out of my room to build your nest whenever you want. Fuck, I can just permanently sleep on the couch if that'll make you happy."
Sukuna couldnt respond, his eyes were practically rolling back. You were so deep inside him that he could barely think. However, the desperation in your tone, paired with the saturated scent of you trying to please him, conveyed exactly what you were saying to him. He hates that it makes him happy to see you want him, to feel desired by you. It should be an inconvenience, really, but he can't help but feel like his own feelings were being returned.
"F-Fuck, gonna cum again!"
Your hand is rutheless on his cock and your mouth nibbles at his neck. "I'll make you happy, Sukuna, you know that. You just got to let me."
Hes grown dangerously hot and he fees the muscles begin to tense up with his upproaching orgasm. A wracked sob leaves his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut.Â
"Be my omega, Sukuna. Let me love you." You dont give him a chance to respond before you dig your teeth into the exactsame spot you marked him just a couple of months ago.
Claws dig into cloth beneath him, and his eyes widen at the pain. But your words paired with the bite send him over the edge, and hes cumming once again, harder than the previous times. Tears stream down his face and he doesnt let out a noise this time â he holds his breath while the pleasure takes over. His hole clentches around you and his legs shake from under you. There is no doubt that more of the nest was stained a milky shade of white.
You slump against him this time, licking at the wound, before rolling off with a sigh. He groans a little when you pull away from him, but your hands travels to his face, rubbing against his cheekbone. Sukuna, for the first time, looks tired, like that orgasm took a toll on him. Although, you have never seen him look so content. A small smile sits contently on his face, and he looks at you with soft eyes.
Then, much to your surprise, the large man grabs onto you and forces you close to him. You yelp in suprise, but he justwraps two sets of arms around your form and buries his face into your neck, taking a long, dramatic inhale and then sighing contently. You pet his hair with a chuckle.Â
"Are you thinking about my offer? Although, if you did live here we would have to get a bigger apartmentâŠYou are too big." The sentence felt ironic considering how small he looked when pressed to close to you. It was strange to see a creature so big act so small, like some sort of overgrown lap dog. He would murder you if he heard you think something like that.
He closes his first set of eyes and peers at you with the second. Then he shakes his head. "I'll think about it. Now let me rest, pathetic alpha."
Maybe it was a naive hope, but Sukuna seemed rather pleased when saying that. It was the closest think to a yes you will get, you kiss at the top of his head and he groans in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, whiny omega. Go to sleep before you get horny again."
"Dont try to leave the nest. I'm not kidding, I will incapitate you if you try anything funny."
"I won't, you bloodthirsty murderer. Now sleep."
"I'm fucking going!" he mutters and you let out a laugh as he gentle nips at the skin on your neck. He then grabs your hand and forces it on his head, silently demanding you to pet him.Â
You run your fingers through his short pink hair, and he purrs contently. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep, and you are not far after. You needed to rest before the monster would wake you eight hours later with a flushed face and a wicked grin. You did promise him an abudance of orgasms after all.Â
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After a hazy five days, Sukuna awakes in the dirty nest. He doesn't feel itchy and disgustingly hot, but his body is sore, and he seems to still be exhausted. You lay draped across him, head on his chest and sleeping soundly, equally spent as he is from keeping up with his demands. The curse stares at you for a long moment before one of his hands comes to trace your cheek, admiring the soft skin and how small you are compared to him. You are too breakable for an alpha, it makes him nervous.Â
He doesnt think about it when leans forward and gets a good whiff of your scent. The scent of his mate. He purrs quietly to himself, careful not to wake you.
You stirr in his hold and he gulps, eyes flickering toward the door. He could leave if he wanted to, come back for his next heat. You wouldn't send him away, even if you tried with your weak commands, you had a weak heart. A weak, pathetic human alpha loves him â someone unworthy of his own love. Sukuna frowns.
You make a mewling noise and nuzzle into his chest like some sort of cat. Red eyes tear from the door and back to your sleeping face. Sukuna scoffs at you, hating that he found you cute, before pinching your cheeks together that pulls a whine from you. This was the person that was supposedly going to make him feel safe? He laughs.
But the second your tired, fond eyes gaze up at him he unconsciouslly had made his decision.Â
He tilts your head to the side, four pairs of eyes scanning the smooth skin along your neck. It was too bare. Sukuna had to change that, or else some omegas would get the wrong idea. He flashes his canines, dragging his tongue along them and grinning at your wide eyes.
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Youâre not sure whatâs worse, your sisterâs boyfriend or your sisterâs boyfriendâs friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where youâre unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off.Â
ážážáž minors do not interact!
ážážáž simp gamer ! lee heeseung x afab readerÂ
 ážážáž wc: 30k
 ážážáž tags: smut, sisterâs boyfriend trope, exhibitionism and voyeurism, dom heeseung, he is also unemployed lol, gaming antics, discord streaming, sexting, sex bets, shameless behavior, food mentions, alcohol use, implied sickness due to said alcohol, jake, sunghoon, and jay as the gamer friends who have a bet going. also the guys who get to watchâŠ.kind of.Â
 ážážáž !WARNINGS!: cheating/infidelity, dubcon-ish at one instance, heeseung is mean and manipulative. instances where jake, jay, and sunghoon take advantage of a situation where reader is drunk (conversation based), the reader can be lifted, visibly marked, has hair that can have fingers ran through it, and blushes visibly.
 ážážáž a/n: this fic was written for heeseung's gf @drunkhazed! i really loved the idea, as you can see, i kind of went crazy with it. i hope it lives up to your imagination but maybe not idk. you better love it anyway oomfie, bc i loved writing it for u. this fic was briefly edited but likely still has a million typos and grammar errors.
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ážážáž nsfw tags: 10â heeseung, dubcon-ish at one instance, masturbation, pillow humping, cum eating, degradation, hentai watching, sexting, sex on camera, blow job, voyeurism, exhibitionism, deep penetration, cream pie, breeding, blood and spit, one mention of piss but no actual piss (form of degradation), fingers down your throat.
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Walking into an empty room has never felt so freeing, especially in knowing this is your space. Safe from your parents, bare and ready to be adorned with all of the things you hold dear to you. Whatâs even better? Itâs bigger than your room back home, and you even have a little attached bathroom of your own.Â
Life is great. You think studying here will ease your mind and allow you to graduate top of your class by the time itâs all over and done with. If you could kiss your sister, you would, really.Â
You remember being kids and the two of you promising that when you grow up, youâd live together and never grow apart. After actually growing up though, she finished her degree and went off on her own, leaving you by yourself with no one to get you through the hardships of becoming a college student yourself.
With her working full time for several years and you struggling your own way to the top, she really did follow through with that young childhood promise.Â
âWhy donât you come live with me through college? Iâm sure it would be easier than living with all those rules.âÂ
You didnât even think twice and had your bags packed a single day after the invitation. You stayed up all night getting it done, emptying your childhood room filled with both good and bad memories. Alas, you did have to wait until the spring semester was over though. Thankfully, you were only sleeping in a packed up room for about a week.
You find yourself here now, with your sister lovingly making lunch in the kitchen while her boyfriend, who you have only met briefly at holiday gatherings, stays in the office-turned-gaming room hooting and howling over some game heâs playing.
âDonât mind him.â She half-smiles when he doesnât immediately head for the kitchen, making her own plate and moving to the table with a sense of annoyance. âHeâll be out in a bit, itâs a pretty normal occurrence.âÂ
âYou donât think itâs rude?â You furrow your brows now, automatically assuming that your sister deserves a man willing to work just as much as she does. Still, you donât entirely mind that you werenât forced into an official meeting of the man of the house first thing when you walked in.
âNah, not really. Been dating him for years, I knew what I signed up for when I moved him in.â She smiles while shaking her head, seemingly accepting all of his positives and negatives.
âDoes he not have a job?â You pry, picking at your plate and trying to memorize his actual name because for a little while, you really started to wonder if his name was just a variation of âhoneyâ and âbabeâ. Thankfully not.Â
âHeâs looking for one.â She says, looking at you and trying to read your judgment. âBefore you say anything, he has money. Orâwell, his parentâs have money. They pay his half of the rent right now.â
You shrug, noting that she really does seem happy and youâd be the best person to judge her level of fulfillment outside of herself anyway. You trust that she picked the right man, even if heâs still screaming in the other room with an empty stomach.Â
âBy the wayâŠâ She says with a wicked smile, one that you remember growing up with. The other end of that smile always ends with some sort ofâŠantic. âWeâre throwing you a welcome party this weekend. Inviting all of our friends too, so itâs easier for you to start being social on this side of town.â
You would groan, but growing up in your childhood home with your parents never came with parties. No birthdays at home, no sleepovers, nothing. Hell, they wouldnât even allow you to attend other parties as a child, and going to college parties was out of the question.
The only party you ever attended was during the time you snuck out. They made damn sure you never snuck out again after that mishap as well.Â
âOh, really?â You chew and speak at the same time, not minding your manners at all considering you can get away with it now. âIs there gonna be alcohol?âÂ
âOh, yes, yes.â She smiles again. âGonna give you a proper party since, you know.â
You nod to her and you both laugh together at the found freedom you share, and then, well, the king of screaming like a toddler walks in. His hair looks like shit, an indent at the top of the messy locks indicating that he must have had his headset on for a long fucking time. Loose shirt with the sleeves pushed up, eyes sleepy and red, probably burning from the sunlight coming through the windows, and some sort of smile on his face. He looks at his girlfriend with that tired smile, about to thank her for the meal, then his eyes trail to you.
âOh fuckââ His hands raise to run his fingers through his hair, then both rest on the back of his neck as he lets out a big sigh. âWas that today?âÂ
You give him the side eye of all side eyes at this moment. Reminding yourself how you and your sister spent all morning hauling your stuff in without his help. She also did say he would have put together your desk, dresser, shelf, and bed frame by the time you got here. Well, he didnât.
âYep.â She pops the p on the end of her word indicating passive aggressive annoyance.Â
âShit.â He mumbles under his breath, placing his empty plate right back into the cupboard and making his way to your room. âIâll do it now. Iâm sorry babe.âÂ
Your sister nods triumphantly, watching your look of surprise in reaction to the way he instantly appears to fix his mistake without more than a single word from her.Â
âHe knows when he fucks up. He was supposed to do it yesterday but as you can see, he hasnât left his PC since like, nine oâ clock last night.â She shrugs.
You laugh, furrowing your brow at her.Â
âI really didnât expect him to be so lazy, sis, I always figured youâd be dating a doctor or something.âÂ
She brushes off her shoulders with a proud look, leaning towards you with a smile.Â
âHe was working a really good job but I could see how unhappy he was. Iâm giving him a year or two to figure himself out. Heâs been back and forth trying new things, hasnât quite landed on anything he likes yet though.âÂ
She is a fucking saint. Honestly, Heeseung might be the luckiest man in the world to have a woman willing to do such a thing for him.Â
âWoah,â You start, taking a sip of your water. âHeâs trying to make it as a streamer right now, I take it?â
She shakes her head with an eye roll.
âNot really, heâs just always spent as much free time as possible playing but, I trust that heâll figure something out sooner rather than later.âÂ
And you pry for a while longer. Learning about all of the things your sister and Heeseung do together, learning about her friends and his friends, the rules of the house, and the not-rules of the house. For instance, youâre allowed to bring home hook-ups or dates if you give a fair warning so she doesnât have to hear it. However, the food in the fridge is for the house occupants only, and people need to ask before opening the cupboards and filling their plates. Of course, unless there is a party.Â
Another rule, which was a bit too much information but you figure itâs fair since everyone here is an adult. She and Heeseung apparently have a pretty active sex life and apologized in advance for some of the things you may end up hearing. She also noted that there will be ear plugs if you need them, but that she suggests throwing on some headphones and ignoring it. Fair enough, itâs her house anyway.Â
And after a few hours pass, Heeseung makes his way out of your room with a smile on his face. You remember seeing him maybe two or three times during the holidays but he never mingled with you. He never mingled with anyone, actually. He tended to keep to himself, with his loose fitting outfits always sticking out in the awkward family photos that your sister would sneak him into. Thatâs all you can really recall about him.Â
It is kind of strange seeing him in his natural habitat of your sisterâs house. Already, youâve seen more personality in him than you ever did during the brief meetings. Itâs kind of nice to see him proudly nodding his head to your bedroom as if to invite you in properly like he should have done hours ago when you arrived. He took it upon himself to rearrange the room for maximum space. Arguably, youâre impressed.Â
âI unpacked some of your things too.â He comments as he hugs your sister from behind in the doorway. âNeeded to make sure the dresser drawers wouldnât cave in.âÂ
Your eyes trail to the pretty dresser, painted white with even prettier trim on it. Itâs the first time youâve ever had a matching bedroom set. You head over and take a peek in the drawers, noting that he didnât just haphazardly throw your clothes in there.Â
Top drawer, all of your undergarments are fucking folded. Second drawer, socks, tights, and leggings, third drawer, soft pajama sets also folded. And the fourth drawer remains empty.
You turn to look at him, embarrassed by the fact that he took it upon himself to do that. You canât see a single shred of embarrassment in his own face though, and it appears he really was just being nice.Â
âDonât be embarrassed. I do the laundry here so Iâll be folding those more often than youâd think.â He smiles, and your sister lends a chuckle.Â
âHeâs gotta do something while Iâm making most of the money.â She shrugs, totally fine with the fact that her boyfriend just handled every piece of underwear you own save for the ones youâre wearing.Â
âCloset too, hung up what I could but Iâm like, really hungry so I figured I could leave the rest to you.âÂ
You nod in appreciation, in awe of your new room and the soft, plush carpet on your floor. Your old room was hard wood with dust filled corners, it felt cold. Here though? You feel welcomed, warm, and cozy.Â
Hundreds of ideas flood your mind about how you want to decorate the room and as you go to start unpacking your miscellaneous items, your sister nods and backs out of the room with her boyfriend still hugging her from behind.Â
There, youâre left to your own devices.Â
Another thought crosses your mind when you hear the door close as well. The fact that you havenât had a door to close for your bedroom since you snuck out all those years ago. The sound felt like music to your ears as you found yourself falling back on the bare mattress with a deep and relieved sigh.Â
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With all of the unpacking, wall art compositions, and napping in between, the week flew by quicker than you anticipated.
Waking up today, at half past two in the afternoon felt so good. Your duvet felt crispy, your room was completed and finally your own, and it felt safe. You could smell the breakfast cooking in the kitchen, and your sisterâs voice paired with Heeseung ringing fondly at each other.Â
Little bit strange that you didnât wake up to silence in the house, considering Heeseung is usually just now heading to sleep with that fucked up sleep schedule and your sister is normally lounging in the living room with a snack, iced coffee, and watching her favorite reality shows. Save for when sheâs at work all day, of course.
Still, you slowly pull yourself out of bed feeling happy and refreshed, stepping into your attached bathroom to do your morning routine before exiting the room, and then heading into the kitchen with a small âgood morning.â
âItâs nearly three in the afternoon.â Your sister smiles at you. âBut good morning to you too sis.â
Heeseung, seemingly dressed for the day with a band tee and a beanie on, lends you a glance and a wave as he swings back and forth in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter in a bowl for your sister and unaware of the speckle of said batter stuck in a strand of his hair.Â
You lean over your sisterâs shoulder after waving back to him, noting how sheâs making little bite-sized pieces of pancake. Ah, this is the life, really.Â
âWell? Donât just stand there? Pour some juice or something. We need a big meal before tonight.â Your sister laughs at your sleepy content hum from behind her, noting how you act much like she did when she first got out of the childhood home.Â
You take a step back, eyeing the room, trying to put the puzzle pieces together as to why Heeseung is awake and dressed and why sheâs making a big meal to begin with. Both your sister and Heeseung note the confusion on your face.Â
âAh, she forgot.â He rumbles with a smirk, not keeping his eyes on you for too long as his focus falls back to mixing.Â
âDid you really forget?â Your sister rolls her eyes with a spatula in hand, turning to you and putting her other hand on her hip. âEveryone seems excited to meet you, theyâll probably start pouring in around six or seven tonight.â
âOh, right! The party!â You exclaim, shocked that you really did forget about it. With your sisterâs promise of alcohol, you assume that explains the large breakfast, and also probably why Heeseung doesnât look like a total slob.
âYeah, the party.â Heeseung snickers, his back turned away from you but overall acting as if youâve already lived here for months. Throwing the same sarcasm at you that your sister does.Â
âNow go pour some juice, we have to go to the store after this and pick out drinks.â Your sister finally says, turning back to flip the pancakes in the pan. âYou have drank since I moved out, right? You never wanted to try anything with me back then.â
You reluctantly nod your head, and your sister gasps fondly.
âSomeone got into the liquor cabinet?âÂ
You nod with a laugh, knowing that you learned how to do it from her despite always being too chicken as a teenager to do it with her. The curiosity of being drunk didnât outweigh the fear of being caught at all for you, at the time anyway.Â
âSunghoon is usually the one babysitting us, so no need to worry about pacing yourself.â Heeseung comments along with his sneaky side eye at you.Â
You donât notice him do it at all, and even if you did youâd just assume itâs a passing glance. After all, you did open the fridge a little too hard.
âSunghoon?â You ask.Â
âOne of my friends,â He raises his hand to his hair to try and shake out the now, obvious, speckle of batter thatâs starting to dry in the strands. âBy the way, when you go to bed tonightâ make sure you lock your door.â He continues, turning around now and leaning against the counter just to watch you lift on your toes for some of the cups in the cabinet.Â
His eyes watch the way you lift, your calf muscles flexing, your back arching slightly as you try to reachâŠAnd, well, heâs acting much like any man would, if heâs being honest, but ultimately he keeps his eyes to himself when your sister is turned or looking at him.Â
âNoted.â You nod without paying much attention, pouring the drinks and now moving the filled glasses to the table.
You make brief eye contact with him, noting how heâs already looking at you while your sister is simply listening, facing the other way and mostly just focused on not burning the pancakes.
âIâm serious. Lock your door.â He repeats, scanning your body and judging just how dangerous it is for you to be living here.Â
Mostly because heâs always found you quite cute, and heâs very aware that his friends probably will too. Hell, heâs already crossed a line with you since day one of you living here, heâs shocked you havenât yet picked up on it, and knows very well that his friends will make moves instantly if you give them a chance. And with all things considered, you seem a bit too unaware of how attractive you are.Â
âHm?â You raise a brow as you make your way back to the kitchen. âI was going to, but now youâre making it sound important.â
âWell,â Your sister chimes in, stepping back once and holding out her hand. Heeseung is quick adjust his eyes, handing the fresh bowl of batter to her with a kiss to her cheek as if he wasnât just eye fucking you. âAll of them are single, and youâre just about as good looking as I am.â She laughs half-heartedly.Â
Sheâs not trying to have an ego, but itâs best to warn you now at least. Itâs not that she thinks sheâs hot or anything, but she knows they think she is. And if thatâs the case, theyâre gonna be drooling over the younger, more single, version of herself.Â
Heeseung rolls his eyes now though, leaning back against the counter and scanning you again the second your sister has her back turned. This time more blatantly. Eyes landing on the curve of your hips to the length of your legs.Â
âYeah.â He says, sucking in a breath with a half lidded gaze, letting his eyes trail down. âIâll try to keep them at bay, though.âÂ
For Heeseung, there is nothing wrong with looking. For you? You feel very seen by him and itâs kind of throwing you for a loop. Your appearance becomes the main point of conversation and it makes you want to kind of leave the kitchen.Â
âI doubt thatâll be an issue.â You try to laugh it off.Â
âNo, seriously.â Your sister says, turning to look at you briefly to give you a serious expression. âBack when I first met Heeseung, all four of them were after me. I swear, theyâre more than just competitive with their games.âÂ
âI always win though.â Heeseung nods triumphantly, now keeping his eyes to himself and focusing more on his girlfriend.
âThat, you do.â She boasts for him, leaning back after moving the pancakes to a plate and landing a kiss on his lips.Â
You study how they move together. So in sync, not stepping on each otherâs toes, ultimately moving in harmony. Likes it natural to them. She really does look happy, and he just looks like a guy who doesnât know where to land his gaze.Â
A normal guy, you think, who was given the same freedom your sister gives to you. It really is just who she is to take care of people, and the harsh judgment you originally had about Heeseung kind of fades a little bit as you watch them.Â
You try not to study him too much though because damn, your sister knows how to pick them in terms of like, scale of attractiveness. Heeseung is the type of guy the two of you would giggle over at the mall. The type youâd silently bicker over from behind a store rack of jackets, or perhaps even fantasize about during a long and boring tv show with your parents.Â
Itâs not strange to find him attractive, because, well, he is. But you know your place here, and youâve grown up to the point to know that you can appreciate a personâs looks and not need anything from them at the end of the day.Â
However, you kind of hope his friends are at the same level as him. For one, to avoid having a secret crush on Heeseung, because who wouldnât? And secondly, theyâre single, just like you.Â
Apparently theyâre also a threat to the âinnocenceâ both your sister and Heeseung seem to want to protect within you.Â
âIâll lock my door.â You say finally, receiving a happy nod from both of them as they continue their cooking and you make your way to the table.Â
And while you do plan to lock your door, you also plan to take your time in getting dressed for the party. You kind of do want to be pounced at, or at least, feel the freedom of knowing you can look however you want without your parents forcing you into the ugliest outfit known to man. You know how to dress yourself, youâve just never quite been allowed to do it. All those sneaky clothes your sister bought for you can finally come in handy.Â
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When your sister mentioned throwing you a welcome party, you expected a gathering of friends standing around awkwardly sipping wine coolers. What you didnât expect was for there to be mood lighting, music, an array of nicely dressed people, and a large gaming set up in the living room where the big screen television was muted and a maximum of eight at a time could go head to head on super smash bros.Â
You found yourself enjoying it more and more as the night went on and you became more comfortable being greeted by strangers. Each drink you were handed mostly came from your sister, but by the time she stopped making her own drinks and began to drink whatever the hell-mix her friends were giving to her, Heeseung was the one handing you drinks.Â
âCome hereââ Heeseung says over the blaring music, still floored by how good you look now versus how good you looked this morning. To him, the drinks heâs having paired with you running around looking like this? Itâs even more dangerous than he thought as he continuously finds himself staring, and finds you seemingly still unaware of it.Â
 âIâll show you how to mix this one.â
Your sister was off somewhere in the house with her group of pretty friends, and youâve really only briefly met everyone as they walked in the door. The drinks in your system make you want to actually mingle though. Everyone else is mingling, everyone else looks comfortable and happy to enjoy the party. It drives you to feel the same.
You nod to Heeseung with warmth in your cheeks, noting that he looks about as tipsy as you do when he stumbles his way back into the brightly lit kitchen with you. Your eyes burn at the light, as do his, and he groans at it before opening the fridge and pulling out the cranberry juice.Â
âYour sister said youâve probably only chugged from a bottle, so I opted to give you the easiest drink to make.â He explains in a slight slur, setting the juice on the counter and ultimately knocking it with his elbow when he turns to grab the vodka bottle. âCranberry juice and vodka.â
You feel endeared by his genuine smile and embarrassed laugh at the way he knocked over the juice, watching him in his own element and comfort zone. It makes you feel a little guilty that heâs been the one making your drinks, only because your sister must have asked him to by the time she got too drunk.Â
Heeseung seems to do just about everything she asks of him, and while youâre thankful, you feel a little bad that heâd probably rather be in the other room with his friends rather than trapped in this empty and terribly lit kitchen teaching you how to make a fucking mixed drink.Â
âI put aboutââ He starts, grabbing your cup and pouring it half full with vodka. âthis much into yours.â
In your own state, itâs not like youâd know whatâs too much or whatâs too little to put into a drink, but so far everything heâs handed to you tasted good. So, you nod at him, attempting to focus in on the cup.
âAnd this much juice.â He continues, now pouring not enough juice into the vodka.
From this angle, watching him from behind, you pause for a moment in your tipsy brain. Distracted by the way his shoulders flex when heâs grabbing that big ass bottle of juice, but youâre quick to tear your eyes away. Heâs just a nice looking guy, dressed up for the first time since you moved in, you canât fucking help it. Surely your sister would understand if she ever caught you checking him out, right?
âThen just stir it.â He adds now, turning to face you and dipping two fingers deep into the liquid of your cup, swirling them, then handing you the drink.Â
He sucks the remaining mixture off of his fingers in a blatant show of his interest that youâre still far too aloof to pick up, watching you pretend he didnât catch you staring. And with his fingers still in his mouth, he smirks around them, giving you a pleased expression when you take a sip from the cup.Â
You glance up just for a second when you taste the same exact drink heâs been making you for the past forty five minutes and nod, trying not to focus on the way his tongue darts between his fingers twice before he pulls them out of his mouth.Â
âGood?â He asks for confirmation, and when you smile and nod again, his eyes stare harder.Â
Surely itâs just because youâre drunk, but you swear heâs giving you bedroom eyes, and paired with what he just did with his tongueâŠ.well. He looks at you similar to how he did this morning. And when you moved in. And back during that one Holiday party he attended at your childhood home.Â
Definitely the alcohol. Like, heâs dating your sister. Sheâs the prettier one, the more successful one, the one with more personality. Youâre just you. No way in hell is he really looking at you the same way he looks at her. Itâs just your boosted confidence of finally being able to wear such a skimpy outfit. Itâs just the liquid courage, thatâs all.Â
âYou knowââ He starts this time, leaning against the counter like he did this morning while helping your sister cook, trying to appear casual, cool, and perhaps attractive in this stance. âWhen I was beating Jayâs ass on smash bros earlier, he mentioned you.âÂ
You continue to sip your drink, feeling a buzzing in your chest and ears as you listen to him. Far more able now to have any conversation he could throw at you compared to any other day. Even with the thought in your head that he might be checking you out.
âOh? Which one is Jay again?â You ask, leaning slightly to peek around the wall at the crowd of bodies just a room over. Interest peaking solely because the majority of people in this house right now are like, next level attractive. Maybe this Jay guy can take your thoughts off of your sisterâs fucking boyfriend.Â
âThe one with the sunglasses on his head, wearing all black.â He starts, leaning close next to you and pointing just in front of your line of sight. âHeâs a fucking loser, though.âÂ
You look at the guy, trying to remember the short greeting he gave to you. A nod of his head when he pushed those same sunglasses up and into his hair. He threw a very quick glance at you, to your face, chest, legs, then back to your face where he nodded again before making his way into the kitchen to make himself a drink. You think, maybe, that Jay guy judged you positively upon meeting you.Â
âHe didnât even tell me his name, no wonder I didnât know which one he was.â You lend a drunken laugh as you check him out, sipping your drink again while listening to Heeseung laugh next to you.Â
His laugh sounds closer, which makes sense considering heâs now leaning his weight on you with his elbow on your shoulder, resting his head there.Â
âI thought he was that oneââ You say, now pointing your own finger to the other guy you met briefly, the one with the longer hair, dyed blonde with hella untouched roots..Â
He had a nice smile when he greeted you, leaning in for a warm hug with a small âgreat to finally meet you.â His clothes drastically differed from Jayâs though. Far more casual and normal, loose jeans and a large hoodie just like what Heeseung seems to wear so often, except the colors were a bit brighter.
âNah, thatâs Jake.â Heeseung snorts, breathing in your scent as he leans into you as closely as he can, letting the stands of his hair poking out from his beanie tickle your neck. âCareful with that one, heâs a pervert.âÂ
Youâre quick to admit interest in this one too, swatting Heeseungâs hair from your neck without thinking much about it. Which, arguably, doesnât quite sit well with him.
Not only are you almost entirely ignoring him now, but itâs his fault for pointing out his friends to you again despite his attempts at making them appear unappealing to you. It seems that his girlfriendâs little sister is a bit too eager to look at guys, yet not eager enough to look at him.
âOh yeah?â You look for a little too long at Jake, in Heeseungâs opinion, as he draws his finger over to the very sober Sunghoon.Â
âYou remember meeting him though, he made sure of it.â Heeseung rolls his eyes from beside you, leaning hard. âAlso a pervert, just a little less obvious. Iâd steer clear.âÂ
âIs Jay the only one that isnât a pervert?â You ask off handedly in a shy chuckle, bobbing your head now to the music bumping against the walls.Â
âGod, did I not just tell you he mentioned you?â Heeseung shifts his weight to his other leg, skewing his head and looking straight down your shirt. âHe asked if you were like your sister, the freak.â
He leans away from you at that point, noting that your drink is already near empty again and needing to refill it so that way he can push his own opinions into that empty little brain of yours.Â
âWhat do you mean, like my sister?â You ask, watching him take the cup from you and place it right there in front of the same ingredients he just used to make the drink before.Â
âWell,â He tilts his head back slightly when he turns to prepare the drink, eyes looking at you in a dark and somewhat scary way, still with a charming smile though. âYour big sis kind of got a little dirty on our first date. Guess Jay hopes youâre the same.â
Heeseung hopes you are too, but not for them.Â
And, for you? Itâs not like youâve ever been given a chance to do such a thing. However, upon meeting and then re-meeting his friends from afar, all of them really are quite attractive. Maybe you could follow in your sisterâs footsteps just to say that yes, you fuck on the first date too.
âI guess I am a bit like her.â You say offhandedly, looking away from Heeseung and tipping your head back around the corner to check the three men out again.
And when Heeseung turns to give you another full drink, he snaps his fingers.Â
âGet back in here.â He says, and when you turn to face him again, his eyes land right back on your chest.Â
âIâd advise against it.â He slurs at seeing your curious gaze land on one specific friend, stirring your drink with his fingers much like he did before. âJay is a slut.â
âAll of them are, actually.â
Unfortunately, Heeseungâs warnings go through one ear and out the other. He can see it, especially with the way you place that drink up to your lips and make your way into the living room, leaving him behind without so much as a âthank youâ.Â
And when you sit, directly between Jay and Jake, both of them turn their heads from the large TV screen, which allows Sunghoon to land some pretty major blows on them until he, himself, turns his head to witness two drunk idiots and a pretty girl between them.Â
âHeeseung said you asked about me.â You state boldly, leaning into the wrong person to say it.Â
âWell, heâs a liar.â Jake bellows out, studying how drunk you are and glancing up at Jay with a snide grin. Raising his brows and gripping his controller.Â
âThat would be me who asked.â Jay pipes in, and itâs the first time youâve heard his voice directly address you, but man, alcohol is fun. It makes you feel even more bold when you turn to look at him with a face that you assume shows interest.
âWhy didnât you just ask me yourself?â You ask, ignoring that you fumbled the greeting.
âYou werenât drunk enough,â Jay laughs, ignoring the screen as it gives Sunghoon his win. âI see now though,â He looks you up and down, slouching back against the couch and stretching his arm wide around the back of it, and you.â Youâre definitely drunk.â
You nod happily, eyes turning to Jake, who is still just checking you out.Â
âSure am.â You laugh, hopping up in one motion and turning to face them. âHeeseung also told me that youâre all fucking perverts, so.â
Jay and Jake both lend a âwhat the fuck, bro?â face at Heeseung, who was slouched against the wall, yet again, watching how you interact with his friends. He simply shrugs at them with a malicious smile into his drink. After all, heâs the one on top of the world right now. Not only does he have a hot as fuck girlfriend who lets him live and do as he pleases, but now heâs got a younger version of her running around, acting like she knows how to whore herself out.
He can tell youâre just like her in that regard. Ready, willing, wanting to experience everything all at once if the world throws it at you. From the way you sat between his friends to the way you snitched on him with a pretty smile on your face. Oh man, the guys probably love you already.
âSo, what?â Jay rolls his eyes as Jake watches you stand on wobbling legs. âYou donât like to get laid?â
You bellow out a laugh that nearly throws you off balance, but Jake is very quick to lunge forward and grab your arm to steady you, forcing you to spill your drink all over yourself and him.Â
âSure I do,â You ignore the blatant show of your mindstate and instead, remember how youâve actually had plenty of sex during whatever time you could fit, in whatever place was hidden enough that didnât involve your own home. âWhy, you trying to get some?â
Jay smirks at you as Jake holds your half-spilled drink, listening to you flirt and smiling much the same way.Â
âMaybe.â Jay shrugs, side eyeing both of his friends. âYou gonna give it up?â He adds, now blatantly checking you out from head to toe, liking very much what heâs seeing.Â
âNope.â Heeseung suddenly cuts in, staring his three friends in the face as he grabs your drink from Jake and hands it back to you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pretending to be the knight in shining armor your sister wants him to be.Â
You look back at the three men as Heeseung leads you away, then you note that Sunghoon shrugs at you.
âWhat the hell?â You ask, slightly annoyed with Heeseung and the lights of the kitchen blinding you once again. âI was busy.â
âBusy doing what? Teasing my friends?â Heeseung shakes his head as he turns away from you, placing your cup down and opening the bottles back up. âYouâre playing a dangerous game, babe, Iâd stop if I were you.âÂ
âAnd? Maybe I like it.â You roll your eyes, ignoring how the alcohol radiates behind your eyes and lends two Heeseungs to pretend youâre not attracted to. At least with his friends, you can be more open about it.Â
Heeseung stops making your drink and turns to look at you and the way your eyes struggle to adjust. Heâs entirely floored by that statement. The fact that youâve kept to yourself for the most part since youâve moved in, and now youâre all cute and drunk in front of him revealing just how much of a whore you might be if you were given the chance? Damn.Â
âYour sister would kill you.â He says, turning back to your drink and knowing that your sister probably wouldnât actually give a shit if you fuck his friends. He does though.Â
âI mean, I guess I wonât stop you.â He lies, now turning back to make your drink the exact same way and giving it to you despite knowing he shouldnât be giving you more.Â
âCan honestly say youâre a bit too pretty for them, though.â He adds in a snide compliment, wanting so badly to flirt but doing his best to appear like itâs totally normal for him to say these things.Â
And as he notes your stare at him, processing the words, he takes this moment to grab a towel from the sink to dab away at the drink that you previously spilled all over yourself.Â
You look at him, watching him dab the towel against your arm. He seems focused on doing it, pretty face and clear skin shining in these morgue lights in the kitchen compared to everywhere else in the house. And then, you note how when he looks up, his eyes stop momentarily at the amount of cleavage youâre revealing for this occasion. Hah, he probably thinks his messy strands of hair hid his eyes from you, but you saw it.Â
âOh, I get it.â You take in a deep inhale, reaching to pull his beanie over his eyes and letting out a bold laugh because really, youâre pretty drunk by this point. âYouâre a pervert too.â
Heeseung shrugs, lifting the beanie back up and standing much taller in front of you. He skews his head down, looking right past your face and down your shirt this time. Proud of seeing the curve of them and the space between that could probably stimulate any cock you squeeze there.
âMaybe, yeah.â He smirks, taking a slight step closer and letting both arms trap you against the counter, hovering above you with an intimidating stance. âMaybe even more than they are.â He adds, already preparing himself to press his hips up and against you, uncaring of how it would look if he were to be found like this with you.Â
Unfortunately, heâs forced to care because thereâs a happy pair of footsteps making their way to the kitchen, and he really should not have been about to do that in the first place. He stumbles back at the sound, smiling at you with a quick, tipsy wink.Â
It leaves you a little dizzy as you stare at him with a weird kind of aroused feeling in your gut. Surely thatâs the alcohol too, it has to be. Youâre very quick to shrug off the small intimate moment as you hear your sisterâs loud and booming voice calling out his name.
You watch as she envelopes him in a fraction of a second, lifting on her unbalanced feet to immediately start making out with him.Â
Youâre not sure why you stand there and watch for a second, a little zoned out before Heeseung opens his eyes briefly and looks at you throughout the bruising kiss heâs currently an active participant of.Â
Thereâs that same look again, only this time heâs doing it while licking into your sisterâs mouth. Youâre so fucking confused right now. All the signals have to be your imagination, right?
You snap out of the daze then, whispering a small âill just go somewhere else.â before leaving the kitchen and finding yourself at the table just outside of it.Â
You try to keep your eyes to yourself at this point regarding Heeseung, feeling all of the buzz and heat in your gut at the idea of being allowed to be openly sexually attracted to just about any man you lay eyes on. Heâs nothing special, just a handsome guy. His friends are just as attractive, right?
And as you trail your eyes around the room trying to find someone to go mingle with, you are instead surrounded by your sisterâs friends. Still, when you glance to the living room, every single time, either Jake, Jay, or that other guy is watching you with eyes that youâve read before from other men.
Arguably, the same eyes Heeseung gave you just a few minutes before. At least with them, you know youâre not reading those bedroom eyes wrong.
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âGive me a week.â Jake says, elbowing Jay in the side and taking a hefty sip of his terribly mixed drink as his eyes drift to the new girl surrounded by other hot girls. âI'll be in her bed before the week is up..âÂ
Jay rolls his eyes, standing from the couch and stretching out his own tipsy limbs as he walks to Sunghoon and sits on that couch instead.Â
âThree days for me then.â He says, giving Jake a too-confident face. âI could go over there right the fuck now and have her on her knees, probably.â He says as he looks at you, fitting in so well with the group of girls. Possibly being the hottest one too. âMaybe.â
Sunghoon rolls his eyes at his slurring best friends, clearly drunker than they realize.Â
âYou both take the wrong approach.â He says, stiffening his shoulders before slouching entirely against the couch, considering ditching the baby-sitting job and having a drink as well. âYou think theyâd just let you fuck her? Iâll get her to go on a date with me first. Get her legs open in my car after.â
âQuite frankly, Sunghoon, I donât really give a shit if theyâd let me. Iâm going to get some of that.â Jay responds.
All three of them are staring at you, thankfully, you donât seem to notice as you fall into a conversation with that same group of girls, plus your sister now. And just as Jake was about to add more to the conversation, Heeseung makes his way in.Â
âDonâtââ Heeseung slurs as he flops beside Jake, letting his heavy limbs hurt his friend. ââeven think about it, Jakey boy.â He says, knowing for a fact what all three of his whore friends are thinking. Theyâve been staring and glancing at you all night.
Jake avoids eye contact, because heâs definitely thinking about it.Â
âNo worries.â Jay shrugs. âWeâre just looking, thatâs all.â
Somehow, someway, all three of Heeseungâs friends pick up on what Jay is putting down. Ah, a deal of leaving him out, they suppose.Â
After all, Heeseung already managed to bag your sister. They know heâd keep her little sister off limits to them too. Out of respect or some shit, probably. Bro code, all of that.Â
âKeep it that way.â He hums, shoving Jake and laughing. âSheâs too hot for you guys anyway, just like her sister.â
Thereâs a shared look between the three as Sunghoon lunges for Jayâs drink and takes a sip of it.Â
âHeeseung, weâre crashing here tonight.â He bellows out through tangy lips.Â
And, well, Heeseung didnât argue because he knows heâs not in a state to really give a shit at this point. The only thing he needs to be focused on right now is willing his cock to soften up a bit before he does something drastic about it.
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Heeseung thinks hard as he looks at himself in the mirror. Heâs seeing two of himself which is kind of funny in one aspect, but also terrifying because he didnât intend to drink this much.
Why is he so upset to see his friends go for you? Youâve been here a week and heâs already feeling so jealous? Really? Then again, he knew from the moment your sister told him you were moving you that it was going to be either very interesting or incredibly difficult.Â
Mostly because heâs stolen glances at you for years. Wondering when youâd ever come to visit, always looking so pretty and happy during those brief holiday gatherings. Oh yes, heâs had his eye on you for a fucking while. And now? Youâre living here? And coming onto his friends right after he warned you not to?Â
For the past hour as he sipped and watched you roam the house, back and forth between the girls, your sister, and his boys, he couldnât help but scoff at you for it. You havenât spoken to him since the kitchen incident. A little bit of a blatant moment on his part, he admits, he even surprised himself with that.
Still, this protective feeling doesnât come from being your future brother in law. Absolutely not. It stems entirely from the twitch in his pants heâs gotten nearly every single moment heâs gotten to take a long look at you.Â
It was manageable before, where heâd see you maybe once or twice a year. But now? Itâs every single day, and it pisses him off that youâre not mingling with him during this party.Â
He stares at himself, bobbing his head to the music in the mirror before leaning forward against the counter and inching closer and closer to his own face.Finally, he can focus in and see only one of himself looking back in the mirror.Â
All he sees is a man who has managed to bag himself the perfect woman. One willing to coddle him and take care of him like a mother would, one willing to let him float through life unemployed for the time being, one that doesnât entirely let him fuck the way he wants to solely because sheâs far too confident in herself to let him pull such a thing with her.Â
Heeseung tilts his head at himself as he examines his face in the mirror, knocking his beanie off and running his fingers through his hair. Leaning back and once again to relish in his own doubled vision.
What he really sees looking back at him in that mirror is a man who bagged himself an almost perfect woman who appears to have a truly perfect sister. Itâs the fact that suddenly, he can admit that he is bored in the bedroom, and a man who is far too eager to ignore that if he got the chance, he would be just like his friends regarding you.
He would be getting your number and asking to see what those tits look like under that skimpy shirt youâre wearing tonight. Youâd probably show them too, considering the fact that you lived your entire life up until this point barred by church sermons and non-existent doors that offer no privacy to so much as finger yourself. Youâre probably dying to experience all of the things you were already supposed to be well acquainted with at your age.Â
And as he thinks about it, head spinning in thoughts of what heâs already done just moments after you officially moved in, he slips his hand down. Groping himself through his jeans and staring down at the bulge that sits just above the counter.Â
He hangs his head, smirking and shivering at the small touch he lends to his own length. Itâs the fact that he just got hard over the confirmation of being sexually unsatisfied in his own bedroom. The shamed truth that he stood here thinking a little too hard about what kind of nudes youâd send if he ever chose to ask for them, itâs not something heâs ashamed of either.Â
In fact, the thought of sneaking out of the bed while your sister sleeps just to slip into your room and cover your pretty little mouth in his cum? Thatâs more arousing than knowing he could just leave the bathroom right now and fuck your sister.Â
And he stands there for a few minutes testing that theory, running his fingers along the swollen inseam of his pants in a careful way, like his girlfriend does. He twitches once at the feeling, glancing up at himself in the mirror again, trying hard to imagine her in this bathroom with him.Â
Another twitch, weaker this time. He laughs at himself quietly in defeat before breathing in a deep inhale through his nose, allowing the muffled music just outside of the door to fade off through his hot ears and aroused mind.Â
He closes his eyes briefly when he grabs himself now. Rougher, harsher, messier. Trying to mimic the hand of a woman who probably hasnât done this too much, trying to mimic what he thinks youâd do. His hips shift forward almost immediately and without intention, chasing the feeling of inexperience. Chasing the thought of someone that isnât his girlfriend. He chuckles more now, confirming his theory.
Chasing it with his eyes closed up until he does open his eyes and sees himself looking so out of it for you. Knowing that youâre just ten feet away if he were to walk out of this bathroom right now, so drunk and cute, you probably wouldnât think twice about giving it to him. Knowing that if he really wanted to, he could take you the way heâs always wanted your sister and you'd probably love every second of it.Â
Heâd fuck you better. Youâd be tighter, wetter, and louder for him than she ever has been.
And just as he goes to slide his hand down the front of his pants, intending to fuck his own fist to the thought of you tonight rather than turning that lock behind his own door to get between your sisterâs legs, thereâs a loud knock on the door. He jumps at the sound, adjusting his pants right back to where they belong before whipping around a bit too quickly and sending a bottle of perfume clattering to the floor in a loud POP sound.
âShit-â He groans, smelling the intense aroma of what your sister wears, forcing his mind back to the reality of not being allowed to fuck you.Â
He tiptoes around the broken glass, nostrils burning at the strong scent before swinging the door open with an annoyed roll of his eyes.Â
âHeeeeeeeeseungie!â Your sister sings, fumbling over and leaning on him instantly with her arms circling his shoulders. Sheâs so gone that she doesnât even notice the scent of her favorite perfume that just got destroyed.Â
âHey honey,â Heeseung says calmly, appearing far more sober despite being a bit buckled at the knees. âNeed help?â
She nods against his chest, unaware of his softening cock that wasnât at all raging for her just moments before.
âThereâs glass all over the floor right now, letâs go use your sisterâs bathroom.âÂ
The length in his pants shrank nearly instantly upon feeling her cling to him like this, with that cute, high pitched, voice she tends to use when sheâs needy. He tries not to think about that though. Coming to terms with the fact that what used to get him off is currently turning him off? Thatâs too much of a dangerous thought right now.Â
âMhm,â Your sister hums as he guides her to your closed bedroom door. âWait!â Your sister panics, coming to her drunk senses for just long enough to blurt âShe came in here with Sunghoon earlier, we should knock.â
Heeseung stiffens for a moment, pausing his step just outside your bedroom door. The weight of his own girlfriend against him should be something he loves right now, but he just finds himself wishing sheâd get the fuck off of him.Â
The fact heâs somehow more pissed about you behind this door, probably giving it to Sunghoon, than he is in love with his girlfriend right now? Telling. He knocks once before immediately turning your door knob. Locked.
âHey, your sister needs to use the bathroom.â Heeseung shouts right up against the crack of the door, wiggling the knob. âOpen up!â
âUse the other bathroom!â You shout back in a muffled and far away sounding voice.Â
Heeseung stands there, pretending he doesnât notice the sound of shuffling on the other side when the song booming through the speakers changes for a split second.Â
âCanât use the other bathroom! Thereâs glass on the floor!âÂ
Silence from the other side of the door for a brief moment then, click! You crack it open, cheeks flushed and eyes struggling to focus on him. Heeseung immediately pushes the door open to reveal not only Sunghoon, but Jake and Jay all three lounging around your room.
Still fully clothed, at least, but he can tell at least one of them appears to be struggling to hide his hard on. (Jake.)
Heeseung narrows his eyes at all three of the men. Jake sitting stiffly on the floor at the end of your bed, hands over his lap. Jay, lounging on your bed, as if heâs been on it a thousand times with a half-boner on full display. And then Sunghoon, clearly feeling some type of buzz as heâs the only one still drinking, leaning right up against the dresser that Heeseung built himself.
ïżœïżœïżœOoh,â Your sister hums, wiggling her finger at you.âScandalous.âÂ
You lend her a shy smile as you take a step back, willing them sooner rather than later to leave solely because you were busy in here.
Not like, fucking or anything. Just having a nice, innocent, conversation with three hot guys. Thatâs all. Plus, youâd never have been able to handle sitting alone in a room with these three if it werenât for the alcohol in your system anyway. Especially with the way you initially only invited Sunghoon into your room to show him how you had the same style of socks he was wearing. Jake immediately followed both of you, followed by Jay, who was the one who closed the door and locked it.Â
And you pay no mind to Heeseung and your sister walking to your bathroom on unbalanced steps, you find yourself flopping back on the bed right beside Jay instead.
None of them have done anything at all to make you feel awkward or like this situation is dangerous either. In fact, the only thing you guys have talked about are the mutual interests that you share.Â
Poor you, so aloof when drunk. Unable to comprehend the fact that every single one of the guys in your room right now have made attempts to steer the conversation in their own way to things not so innocent.Â
You do try to ignore what happened in the kitchen with Heeseung though, avoiding eye contact with him as he makes his way back out of your room after helping with your sister. You think heâs glaring, maybe, but oh well.
âAnyway, back at home my dad would have never let me wear band shirts.â
âThatâs tough.â Jay comments, side eyeing your chest in that top and low-key wondering how nice your tits would look braless, under one of his band shirts. âBet he didnât know he raised not one, but two sneaky daughters.â
You smile triumphantly, ignoring the shadow of your sister that they force you into.Â
âThey made it really hard to break rules. Now though? I get to wear stuff like this and hang out with guys like you.âÂ
âYeah,â Jake trails off, turning his body to peek at you from the end of the bed. âProbably not the smartest move on your part.â
You bring your attention to him, seeing a blur of charming eyes and messy hair.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat he means is that, itâs probably not ideal to get shit faced then lock yourself in a room with three horny guys.â Sunghoon asserts, pushing off of the dresser and now setting himself on the foot of your bed. âYou canât tell?âÂ
You, for some reason, are astonished at his words. Sunghoon, compared to the other two, seemed more quiet and reserved if youâre being honest. Then again, youâve only known these guys for a few hours by this point. What you do know about Sunghoon, is that heâs horrifyingly attractive in the way he carries himself, which you canât really say the same for Jake or Jay.Â
With his perfected dark hair and tall stance. he looms around with each expression on his face leaving little to the imagination in the way his eyebrows accentuate whatever thought flows behind his eyes. Somehow, heâs still the hardest to read, as you watch him assert his own form of dominance on your bed.Â
Youâre blissfully unaware of how tame Sunghoon was actually being at this moment though. All three of them, theyâre competing to see who fucks you first, and whoever wins? Ah, not only do they get a paid night at the bar out of it, but both losers have to fork over another sum of money equal to that of two seasons worth of battle passes to whatever game the winner may choose to play.Â
âI think this is a good time to hand you my phone, give me your number.â Jay cuts in quite quickly, ignoring the way Sunghoon invites himself into the space he created with you.Â
Jay doesnât even let you process his words as he tosses his phone to the side and at you, watching it land on your stomach before sliding off to the other side of you.Â
âAh, youâre cute.â He chuckles upon noting your terrible coordination skills of grabbing said phone.Â
âWell, Iâm drunk, so.â You dead-pan, freezing when you feel him lean over you to grab the phone himself, staying there and hovering over you with it in his hand.
You let out a small gasp when you meet his eyes, staring straight through you.Â
Sunghoon rolls his eyes at Jayâs blatant show of interest, and Jake simply watches. Studies how you react to the forwardness.
âGo on.â Jay encourages you, holding the phone directly in front of you, where your eyes are still glued to his confident face, as if heâs not practically caging you in on your own bed like this. âType it in.â
You do. Somehow managing to type your number perfectly on the screen placed in front of you, and heâs quick to turn the phone to himself, flicking his eyes back and forth between you and the screen as he presses the call button.
Your phone vibrates from the dresser and Jay gives a victorious and somewhat dark smile.Â
âOne for me, zero for the idiots.â He laughs, lending you one more glance, a squeeze of his palm against your waist, and then heâs moving off of you and your bed as a whole. âCall me when you kick them out, Iâll sleep in here tonight.â He adds, leaving no room for argument before leaving the room entirely.
That leaves Sunghoon and Jake, sitting there trying to pretend it wasnât expected of Jay to at least get your number first. He always starts strong, then again, he also always fumbles hard when things get gritty. In game and out of game.Â
âWhat a prick.â Sunghoon sighs, flopping back on the end of your bed and forcing you to shift your legs up and press them together to make room for his broad body.
He turns his face to look at you from down here, watching you spread your legs to look back at him. The motion is innocent at best, because you seem to trust that heâs not trying to be a pervert right now. Oh, but he is.Â
He looks at you from this angle hard, realizing how easy it could be to shift just a foot in the right direction to have his face right where youâd probably like it.Â
And you note the way heâs looking at you.
âDo you guys likeâŠâ You glance away from him, over to Jake who is now making his own way onto the bed where Jay was lying before. You shift for a moment, feeling like prey. âDo you guys always share a girlfriend?â
Jake snorts.Â
âShare?!â He laughs at your question more before settling back against your pillows and landing his hand on your thigh. Easy, simple, and obvious. âWe donât share anything.â He explains now, feeling the fabric of your bottoms and pushing your legs closed so that Sunghoon canât lay down there and think up all sorts of fantasies.Â
âYouâre gonna have to pick.â Sunghoon says in an annoyed tone, glaring at Jake for closing your legs.
He lifts up on his arms now, raising a brow.Â
âIâll give you some advice though.â He says, noting how you listen to him more than you do Jake. âJay has the stamina of a dead horse.â
Snorting only for a moment, you think hard about Jay. Noting his cool and collected demeanor. Uncaring, somewhat cold, but his face seemed warm and endearing when he looked at you from time to time. You could sense the confidence in him from the moment he looked at you when he walked into this house. Instant attraction, without even knowing his name, is what you felt. With that sleek hair style and pretty hands gripping a full bottle of tequila. He probably has more stamina than Sunghoon gives him credit for.
âAnd Jake.â Sunghoon laughs this time, pointing directly at the guy lying next to you. âTwo strokes and heâs out of the game.â
You laugh again looking over to Jake, who stares at Sunghoon with a dark glare.Â
âWhat the fuck dude? That was one time!â He defends himself, babbling about how it was the first time he ever had sex, and how he can go way longer now.Â
âMe, on the other hand.â Sunghoon perks up as he runs his hands through his hair before smiling at you. âI just want to take you on a date.â
Ding ding ding! We have a winner.Â
âReally?â You ask, floored over possibly landing your first date in years that your parents wouldnât be attending.
âOf course.â He nods politely, ignoring that Jake is even in the room now. âIâm not the kind of guy who is just trying to get between your legs.â He lies easily, glaring at Jake again for closing your legs earlier.
âSo, what do you say?â Sunghoon encourages you to pick him at this moment, and the nod you give has him pulling his own phone out, asking you to tell him your number rather than forcing you to type it into his phone.Â
You smile as you give him the numbers, not at all seeing Jake try to sneakily type it into his phone as well.Â
âGood.â Sunghoon says, flopping back on your bed and now using his own hand to part your legs again. You look at him from above and feel elated by how petty and clean cut he is. âDonât call Jay when I leave, then.â
You hum a confirmation, stretching out your arms and feeling confident as all hell at the way tonight has gone. Up until, well, Sunghoon makes his way out of the room and tries to drag Jake with him. Only because he knows Jake is awful at talking to girls but man, do they swoon if theyâre into desperate guys. You seem to be into just about anyone, if Sunghoon is honest with himself.Â
âCome on, dickhead.â Sunghoon gripes at Jake, grabbing his hoodie and physically trying to drag him out of the room.Â
âIâm not going anywhere.â Jake says, pressing all of his body weight against your mattress and kicking Sunghoon away from him. âPlay fair or Iâll tell her about last weekend.â
Sunghoon instantly avoids eye contact with him, knowing that if Jake were to spill the beans on how he forgot to leave the server during his uhâŠsession, a date would be out of the question not only for now, but for good.
âYouâre the fucking worst.â He grimaces before releasing Jakeâs hoodie and stepping out of the room, only half wondering if he should truly let Jake shoot his shot as well.
Ultimately, Sunghoon finds himself stepping out of the door and directly into Jay.Â
âWell played.â Jay comments. âGuess Iâll just have to prove to her that youâre full of shit, wonât I?âÂ
Sunghoon smiles a wicked grin, eyes narrowing at Jay.Â
âYou wonât even get the chance.â He says, looking past Jay and down the hallway at Heeseung, who is shooting a death-glare at them. âOh, check it.â He changes the subject by shoving Jay in the side to look at their friend. âHeâs mad.â
Jay turns to look at whatever it is Sunghoon is talking about and simply laughs.Â
âHe can tell something is up. Maybe we should tell him?â Jay asks, crossing his arms in interest.Â
âEventually.â Sunghoon laughs as he pushes past Jay and makes his way to the kitchen for another drink.
Jake, on the other hand, is fucking vibrating as he sits alone in this room with you, dodging the questions about what Sunghoon did last weekend to cause such a reaction with an entirely made up sob story.Â
âOh my god?â You coo out, turning to face him entirely. âThatâs so sad!â
Jake mumbles, nodding his head as if he pities himself with a pout on his face.Â
âYeah, I guess thatâs just how things go for me though.â He shrugs, blinking at you with the biggest and softest eyes he can manage.Â
âI canât believe she did that!â You bellow out now, entirely invested in the backstory of the love life he lost just a few months prior. âWith her own cousin, too?!â
Jake nods again with that same pout, looking as defeated as he can, trying to be as charming as he possibly can.
You lean forward to give him a some form of hug at this moment, drunken emotion overtaking you as you sit and watch this poor guy pour his little broken heart out.Â
âIf it makes you feel any better, my last boyfriend broke up with me because my dad threatened him.â
âNo, thatâs awful.â He chuckles sadly, shaking his head at you. âWeâre both just unlucky, huh?â
He nods his head, seemingly to get you to shadow his actions, and as expected, you do. You nod to confirm his words, still invested in the fact that such a nice looking guy got fucked over like that, only to be made fun of by his friends for it.Â
So invested that you donât note the way he keeps his hand on your leg or moves it upwards inch by inch.Â
âCan we change the subject?â Jake pouts harder, looking at you with sparkling eyes..Â
âYeah, of courseââÂ
âYouâre really, really, pretty.â He suddenly blurts, looking you in the eye and using his other hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. You totally believed his entire story, if the saddened look in your eye is anything to go by. âI think you should go on a date with me instead.â
You break eye contact, looking down again and only just now noticing his hand on your leg. Only just now noticing that hard-on heâs sporting in his pants.Â
âJake.â You say, lifting your eyes back to him. âAre youâhard?â You lift your brows in pity again with the subject change, drunken brain telling you that heâs probably crawling in his skin over how hard he is, and how sad everything is for him.Â
âOh, over this?â He asks, dropping his hand and blatantly groping himself. âA little. It always happens when someone as good looking as you gives me the time of day.â
Oh, how sweet. How cute. The fact that Jake gets hard simply over someone being nice to him?Â
âWell, donât worry!â You try to perk him up, not at all realizing that heâs full of shit. âI know itâs not because youâre trying to get into my pants or anything. I wonât tell anyone.â You nod to him with a smile beforeâ Uh oh.
âWell, actuallyââ Jake tries to start, already about to make his move when he notices the color on your face change and youâre fumbling to the bathroom.Â
And just like that, Jake has failed, as he stumbles out of your bed and to your locked bathroom door.Â
âAre you okay?â He asks with a sweet and caring voice.
Silence from the other end save for the sound of your sink running full blast probably to mask the sounds of your stomach trying to evacuate the copious amounts of alcohol thatâs been fed to you.Â
So much for the pancakes being a fix-all solution. And with that, Jake leaves the room while pulling out his phone, texting the number he stole when you gave it to Sunghoon.Â
Jake: hey, donât be embarrassed about getting sick. Iâm gonna crash on the couch so if you need me iâll be there.
After that, the party is pretty much over. Everyone save for the three perverts, Heeseung, and your sister remain.
This leaves your sister already passed out and tucked into her bed by none other than Heeseung himself, Jay already asleep on the couch, Sunghoon piled up on the floor between the dining room and the living room. Probably to create a barrier that would wake him if Jay really tried to get into your room.
And poor fucking Jake, forced to actually pity himself as he curls his body up on the love seat in the living room, pretending that itâs totally big enough for him to be comfortable here.
Heeseung looms around the house once everything goes silent, checking to be sure no one has passed out or died in a corner before coming back to the living room and staring at all three of his bitch-ass friends.Â
On one hand, heâs glad theyâre in the living room and not in your room. On the other hand, he wants to smother all three of them. One by one.
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Heeseung is in his head for a solid three days after the party. So much that his focus is more on you than his games. Which is super fucked up when he thinks about it. Thatâs why, when your sister heads off to work, heâs plotting in his head every time. He needs you to like him somehow.Â
The thoughts loop in his mind. From images of him pinning you up and against that kitchen counter again, to the fantasy image of you dropping to your knees in front of him. If anything, itâs not that he needs to fuck you, he just needs you to want him to.
And this is why he finds himself orbiting you. Finding reasons to come into your room, or reasons to get you out of it.Â
âIâm gonna do some laundry, do you have anything I need to wash?â When you didnât have anything more than what was already in your basket, he still washed your clothes. He also folded one of his own shirts into your pile just to see if youâd wear it.Â
âI made some lunch, come eat with me.â You already ate while he was in the office playing his games, which he should have guessed.Â
âHey, can you help me wash the dishes?â You had nodded, but never left your room and he ultimately ended up washing and drying them all himself. Waiting, waiting, and fucking waiting.
All three times he tried today, you brushed him off with your eyes glued to your phone.Â
Something has got to give because itâs starting to get embarrassing how much he thinks about you. With the way he avoided sex last night with his own, very beautiful girlfriend, just to hide in the bathroom at four in the morning getting off with something he absolutely should not have in his possession.Â
He doesnât know how fucking long itâs gonna take to get you to break for him but itâs going to happen one way or the other. You donât have a choice in the matter at this point .
It looks like you wonât even consider him in that pretty little head of yours simply because heâs considered off limits. Heâs gonna have to prove you wrong.
Still, he remembers the way you looked at him during your welcome party. So cute and sweet when youâre drunk, so willing to hang out with him. The interest was there. He knows it was.
And now, as he ticks away at the WASD keys on his keyboard, running his little pixel version of himself back and forth between headshots that he misses every time, he wants to rip his fucking hair out.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â Jay shouts through the headset. âHe was right there!â
Heeseung knows his friends have every reason to rag on him right now. Itâs the fifth lost ranked game of the day and heâs rotting inside at the thought of dropping back down to gold.Â
âPlatinum my ass.â Sunghoon pipes in, slamming his mouse on his desk out of sheer annoyance at what happened during the last game. âYou didnât down a single person in the past three games.â
Heeseung sighs, ripping his headset off and closing out the game. He can feel it in his body. The frustration bubbling up to the point that he really only thinks about you and this shit needs to stop now before his precious rank drops so far down that even their bronze boy Jake could boast above him.Â
He ignores the annoyed shouts from his friends as he disconnects from discord, stands up, and practically storms out of the room and up to your door.Â
âIâm coming in!â Heeseung gripes.
This is your first time witnessing him in a bad mood, as he does exactly as he says and swings your door open for the fourth time today.Â
âYou and me.â He says, pointing a finger at you âRight now.â
âRight now, what?â You ask in a nonchalant tone.
Which only pisses him off more because, fuck if he knows.Â
âGet off your phone. Weâre hanging out.â
You furrow your brow at him, pointer finger locking the screen of your phone and hiding the string of texts youâd been sharing with one of his very own best friends. Your eyes scan him only for a moment, noting how rushed he appears to be while barging into your room like this.
Large hoodie covering the majority of his body, sweat on his brow probably from all of that screaming you heard in the office earlier, and that same very embarrassing dent on the top of his head from his headset.Â
As you look at him in all of his gamer boy glory you nod, only because out of all of his friends, you think youâd rather hang out with him because at least heâs not in your texts trying to land a date, or a hookup, or dropping dick pics by âaccidentâ.Â
Heâs just Heeseung, your sisterâs loving and very hard to read boyfriend. Who you donât happen to fully remember is capable of pinning you against the kitchen counter while trying to show you how much worse he is compared to his friends.Â
âOkay, what do you wanna do?â
He pauses, standing in your room and looking at you lounging on your bed. If he really told you what heâd like to do, it would probably scare you. He needs to think fast, not desperate.Â
âUh,â He hums, glancing away from you and lifting his hand up to finally ruffle that embarrassing dent in his hair away. âHave you ever played video games?â
âYeah. Not the ones you play though.â You roll your eyes at his attempt at sudden small talk.
God, he shouldnât have asked. He doesnât think you could make yourself any more alluring to him after saying that. While his girlfriend has never once even considered picking up a controller, you have? Oh, shit. Man, thatâs so hot.Â
âOh yeah?â He perks up in genuine interest, taking a step forward and landing himself on your bed without invitation. âLike what?â
âParty games mostly, I guess. Mario Party, Super Smash Bros, Wii sports, Among us.âÂ
He nods as you list the most mundane games in the industry.Â
âDid you pick up pretty quickly? Like, did you ever win?â He asks, unaware that this conversation feels like literal foreplay to him, pleased by the fact that thereâs suddenly more to like about you than just those tits and faceâŠ.and personalityâŠ.and intense need to break rulesâŠandâ
âYeah, I can be kind of competitive.â
âMm.â Heeseung nods in approval, turned on by the very image of you staring into a screen with dead eyes, fingers smashing on buttons and intensely focused.Â
âDo you wanna watch me play something?â
âHow is that hanging out?â You ask, scoffing at the idea. âWhy would I want to watch you have fun?â
Heeseung looks at you. Yeah, thatâs fair. He would probably end up ignoring you the whole time anyway, but still. Is it so bad that he asked simply to fulfill the fantasy of having a girl fawn over him and his successes?Â
âOkay, then what would you want to do?â He shoots back, knowing itâs fair but hating it nonetheless. Wondering if thereâs a chance that someday youâll pile up on his lap and watch him carry the whole team to victory. Boasting for him more than he does for himself.Â
âHorror movie. Iâm sure sheâs told you but our parents were very strict about what media we consumed. I have a whole list of horror movies Iâm trying to work through, but sometimes itâs kind of difficult to watch by myself.â
Fuck yeah. Maybe itâll end in that cringe and cliche scenario heâs used time and time again when flirting with girls. Images of you jumping from a jumpscare and grabbing him on instinct. Fantasies of you cuddling up real close. So close that he can smell how much you want him. He could get hard right now just thinking of doing this very thing with you. Plus, he fucking loves horror movies.
âGet your pretty ass in the living room then. â He nods, smiling at you in a way that hides every thought behind his empty, horny eyes.Â
And he just gets up and walks out like calling you pretty just now wasnât at all out of place, he fucking winks at you. It really does throw you off that he just did that so nonchalantly, like he talks to everyone that way when you know for a fact that outside of this house, your sister has to fight him just to get him to wave hello to someone.Â
You wonder why it feels like maybe you shouldnât be spending time alone with him. Arguably, you donât want to admit that it makes you feel good either. Already with three separate, very attractive people, in your texts insisting that you pick them, that you choose them.Â
All of it is very desperate. Almost as desperate as you are to give in to every single one of them, but you canât just let them know how sheltered you were and how free you feel the need to be now.Â
Of course Heeseung, your sisterâs boyfriend, calling you pretty would make you feel confident. Like maybe you could be with someone just as attractive as him, or perhaps no longer live in the shadow of everything you wish you could be.Â
Her. Everything was always about her.Â
âOh, your sister got top of her class! Sheâs gonna be moving out soon!â She really just left you there to suffer alone.Â
âAh! Your sister just bought a house! I heard she and her boyfriend might marry soon!âÂ
You scoffed that day when you entered college, no one congratulated you for the countless free rides or multiple acceptance letters. No, it was all about her despite the fact that she lived an hour and a half away and you were right there.
She was only better than and outshined you because she was older and got there first. It was never competitive with you until everyone in your life expected you to outshine, outdo, and outwit her.Â
Still, you jumped at the opportunity to live here solely to get away from your parents. Solely to try and live outside of everything you could be, only to become whatever the fuck you want to be. And yeah, you love her immensely because she truly is the only person who never expected you to be her. Thereâs so much resentment but an equal amount of love within you for your sister.Â
And while Heeseung has no idea of this resentment you have rotting in your chest, you also have no idea that Heeseung believes the one thing you hold over your sister is the fact that youâre just her, except, wellâŠyounger, hotter, wilder, prettier, more inexperienced. Cuter voice. Snarkier attitude. Open, and perhaps, willing.Â
If you knew that, perhaps Heeseung calling you pretty as if itâs his natural born right would become something different in your head. Perhaps youâd want to live in your sisterâs shadow just once more. Why not try and take what your sister has? Wouldnât that be fun?
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What a fucking bummer, Heeseung thinks, as he sits on one end of the couch with you on the other. Heâs watched you more than the movie at this point, but the clock is tick-tick-ticking, and youâre just sitting there pushing through the horrors with a smile. Something's got to give.Â
Your sister comes home in three hours, leaving space for just one more movie and he is truly determined to score this win if itâs the last thing he does. The worst part? Morals donât mean shit if you want him to fuck you.
If thereâs one thing Heeseung hates more than losing, itâs one-sided attraction. He knows heâs not the problem, you are for not looking at him long enough. You are for not even considering that he could fuck you better than anyone in all of those porn accounts you follow on twitter. Not that he stalked it or anything (he did.)
And thatâs why, as his stare becomes darker, he stands up and scratches the back of his head with a sigh.Â
âIâll be right back.â He says, watching you wave him off as if you were totally paying attention to him.
Thatâs going to change right the fuck now.Â
He heads to his shared room with your sister, stepping into the walk in closet and examining himself in the wall length mirror before sighing.Â
Goddamn, he really stopped caring about how he looked once he finally got between your sisterâs legs and locked her down. Itâs no wonder you gave his friends more attention that night than youâve ever given to him. He inspects his hair, messy and frizzy from his hoodie being pulled over and off of his head throughout the day. The cowlicks in the back leaving nothing to your imagination in regards to when the last time he washed the fucked-up locks was.Â
He sighs at himself, licking his palm and trying to tame the cowlick. God, a shower right now would seem ridiculous because heâs supposed to be on the couch with you, standing up the gore and death on screen so your hand will accidentally touch his dick or something.Â
No good. He needs to backpedal a little bit with his confidence, probably. He steps out of his room, taking his hoodie off at the same time. He rolls the sleeves of his t-shirt now, wanting to at least reveal his shoulders and arms to you. Wanting to parade himself around the house until you drip for him.Â
âHey.â He walks back into the living room, still rolling the last bit of his left sleeve up and over his shoulder. âCan you pause the movie for like ten minutes and throw a pizza in the oven or something?â
You look up at him and the way he seems like heâs thinking about something far off from any situation thatâs currently happening.Â
âYeah, sure.â You nod, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. âWe could just keep watching while the pizza cooks though.â
He chuckles, knowing youâd say that and not at all having an excuse.Â
âI need to take a shower.â He dead-pans, as if itâs not sudden or weird that heâs decided to rudely interrupt the last movie of the night with a shower that could definitely wait.Â
âJust shower after we finish the movie.â You roll your eyes, still standing to your feet and heading towards the kitchen. âItâs not like your stink will get any worse in the matter of a few hours.â
Oh, so now he smells bad?! Is that why you arenât into him?
âOr you could stop complaining and make the fucking pizza.â He snaps for the first time with a tone that indicates you should probably listen and do as he says.Â
âGod, whatâs your problem?âÂ
âMy problem? Whatâs yours?â He shoots back, far too annoyed that you play hard to get like this. Thereâs no way you seriously arenât getting it. âYouâre the one sitting around like youâd rather be doing anything else.â
You press the preheat button on the oven, and look at him shocked. Are hisâfeelings hurt? Are you really acting like a bitch, or uninterested in getting to know the man your sister will probably spend her life with?Â
Were you really acting like you werenât having a good time? God, you must be such a drag.Â
âWhat? I was having fun, Heeseung, I like watching movies with you.â You try to explain, but he cuts you off.
âFucking act like it then.â He gripes before turning on his heel and leaving you alone in the kitchen.Â
Itâs not like you knew he expected you to be interested in friendship with him or anything. You were justâŠhanging out. You really didnât know it was supposed to go differently in his head, and the fact that it appears that he does have a specific expectation? You wonder how to fulfill it.Â
After all, youâre trying to avoid showing all the interest you actually have for him when youâre hanging out. Itâs what youâre supposed to do, right? And well, by the time heâs out of the shower and presenting himself to you, you think you might have a better idea as to what heâs thinking. Is he trying to impress you right now?Â
You can smell his cologne mixed with a minty scented shampoo. His hair looks blow dried. His skin is glistening, and heâs fucking shirtless.Â
He watches when he sits down, this time closer to you on the couch presumably so you could share the pizza sitting on the coffee table just in front of you then he checks the clock. Only about thirty minutes wasted out of the remaining time he has with you alone, and then he checks you. Staring. Damn right.Â
To you, he looks different.
Not just handsome, or kind of endearing in a loser way. But he actually looks sexy sitting there, with those loose gray sweatpants leaving nothing to the imagination in terms of size, and his exposed torso makes it harder to keep your eyes to yourself.
 His broad shoulders seem to accentuate his neck much more than you imagined considering you never have seen him lounge around like this, and his hair is no longer dented. Itâs washed, fresh, and looks fucking good on him.Â
Then, his smirk. Itâs permanent on that knowing face of his. Â
âWhat are you looking at?â He side eyes you, totally ignoring the pizza because he wasnât actually hungry.Â
He feels a victory welling up in his chest at the way you look at him though, seeing you already get so flustered? So easy.Â
âUm,â You pause, tearing your eyes away in embarrassment. âNothing.âÂ
He chuckles once in a short breath before stretching himself back against the couch cushions, spreading his legs wide and taking dominance over the space in the room.Â
âDidnât seem like nothing.â He flirts easily, testing the waters of how willing you are to admit that heâs getting his way. âYou were checking me out.âÂ
You face forward now, shifting closer to the arm of the couch and pretending like you can't feel the warmth of the hot water he must have used radiating off of him.Â
âOf course not!â You laugh nervously, lunging forward for the remote again. âWhy would I check you out?â
Heeseung rolls his eyes at your shitty attempt to lie.Â
âBecause I took my shirt off for you.â He says, turning his head to look at you with a malicious smirk. âWas that not obvious?âÂ
You turn to look at him in surprise. Why the fuck would he even say that to you?!
âDo you like me better this way? Half naked?â
âWhat are you talking about?â You avoid him like your life depends on it, not wanting to admit that you definitely find him more attractive right now than you ever have, and the fact that heâs talking to you like this only further pushes you to want what you canât have.
âYou think Iâm hot, donât you?â He presses, bouncing his leg and keeping his eyes on the way your chest heaves at his words.Â
âYou want me, donât you?â He continues pressing, repeating the question in a way that makes you feel forced to agree with him.Â
âYouâre gonna think about me the next time youââ
âHeeseung!â You shout, turning your entire body towards him with heat searing on your cheekbones. âWhat the fuck are you talking about? Youâre dating my sister.â You try to bring both him and yourself back to reality with that statement, more upset internally at the fact that youâre right about it.Â
Heâs dating your sister and yet, heâsâŠdoing this. To you. And you fucking like it?
âYeah, no shit.â He laughs you off, looking down at his lap and feeling a twitch at the way you donât leave the room. Proving in some way that you definitely like it. âAnd Iâm still right, arenât I? Youâre just playing hard to get.â
You stare at him, dumbfounded and utterly shocked by his blatant attempts to come onto you. Unfortunately, youâve never been in this situation before and your eyes tell on you the same way your body language does. Of course heâs right, and you know youâre doing a terrible job of hiding it.
âAh, Yeah.â He smiles, watching how you try to keep your eyes on his face but failing. âIâm right.â He continues, lifting his ass just slightly to accentuate the shape of his cock under these sweats for you to get a good eye full.Â
You swallow, looking away from him and squeezing your legs together. It feels like such a sudden change of atmosphere. What was once a deniable crush on him becomes a confusing whirlwind wet panties and zero morality.
Does he get off on trying to rile you up? Thereâs no fucking way heâd actually go through with any of this. Heâs just doing it because he thinks itâs cute that you want him. Right?Â
You know for a fact that if Jay talked to you this way, you would have let him do whatever he wanted to you. But this is Heeseung. Not Jay, not Jake, not Sunghoon, with their shitty attempts at trying to pull off the exact thing. Oh god, this is bad. This is so bad.Â
âIâm going to my room.â You swallow around the thick words, not at all wanting to leave the room solely because your body is giving in instantly to the fact that Heeseung is dirty talking to you for no goddamn reason.Â
Perhaps itâs the fact that the one thing your sister has that you shouldnât ever be able to obtain is doing this. Never did you think a mere idea that heâs attractive would turn into a split second decision of wanting him to fuck you.Â
âNo, youâre not.â He chuckles, spreading his legs a bit wider now and looking down at his lap, the same exact spot your eyes are looking at. âYouâre going to try and keep your eyes on the screen, and weâre going to finish this movie.âÂ
Safe to say, that was a harder demand to follow than you anticipated and he seemed to fucking love raising his brow at you each time he caught your eye on him.Â
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By the time your sister returned home and essentially tamed her boyfriend from acting out any longer, you feltâŠinsane. She tamed him without even knowing that he was acting out, not double-taking at all when she walked in to him spread out and shirtless on the couch with you struggling to watch the movie. You felt his confidence radiating, making the living room feel suffocating and unstable in terms of if you belong there or not.Â
You find yourself in your room now, cuddling up in your bed with thoughts ruminating on how you have not one, not two, not three, but four men throwing themselves at you. You donât recall ever actually giving them the idea that this is okay. Or maybe you did? Youâre not sure.
You scroll through your text messages, old friends from back home falling into the background each time you open a message from Jake, or the other two that consistently check in with you like youâre some sort of prize to be won.Â
Maybe you want to be a prize for some handsome guy to flaunt though, and you embody all of that confidence you got from, somehow, having the one man youâre not supposed to ever obtain parading around for you.
You embody it to text back. To be bold. To give in to the arousal that just slammed you in the gut, reeling from the very idea that there are men in this world who want to fuck you and youâre about fed up with pretending itâs a lie.
You: are you done with your game?Â
You send the same message separately to all three of Heeseungâs friends, and somehow youâre still unaware that they all three share the information with each other in discord.Â
âAre you done with your game?â Jake mimics in a feminine tone. âSheâs playing with all of us.âÂ
Jay chuckles through the mic, damning them to be second and third place as he quickly texts back.
Jay: no, but I can be. Why?Â
âTo be fair, weâre kind of playing with her too.â Sunghoon cuts in, responding in his own way to your text and telling you that heâs bored, that heâs waiting on you to give him a date and time to pick you up, that heâs annoyed with his friends.Â
âWell, yeah!â Jake bellows through the muffled mic. âI mean, look at her.â
âOh, Iâve looked.â Sunghoon smiles at himself before snapping his eyes to the discord and noting how Jay has muted himself.Â
âThat mother fucker.â
Jake follows suit, noting exactly what Sunghoon is calling out before lending a groan of his own.Â
âHeâs trying so hard.â He rolls his eyes, knowing for a fact that Jay is probably already mid text-conversation with you.
And he would be right, as you lay against your pillows and let Jayâs conversation overpower the two other unopened texts from his friends.Â
You: im a little overwhelmed right now, not sure how to explain it.
Jay: overwhelmed how?
You: wellâŠ
You take a second to yourself to breathe, feeling your entire body radiate with a feeling that can only resemble that of want, or perhaps need. Youâve sexted multiple times in your life, but never in a situation where youâre sexting because youâre overwhelmed more than just aroused.Â
Itâs the fact that youâre bringing it up this time after playing uninterested since any of them started texting you. Youâve dodged Jakeâs dick pics, youâve pushed off the date you agreed to go on with Sunghoon, and youâve even gone as far as telling Jay youâre not interested at all.
Now though? You can imagine what heâd think of you to see you bring it up. Do you care though? Not that much. After all, youâre single, youâre consumed by the ability to do whatever you want, and Jayâs hot.Â
You: im frustrated.
You: REALLY frustrated.âŠsexually
Jay: oh yeah? for me?
You stare at the screen, sending him an emoji that confirms your words for a third time before swiping away and looking at your inbox of available men. You know who else is hot? Sunghoon.Â
You: hey if we went on a date, where would you take me?
Sunghoon: probably a movie or something idk, why? what would you wanna do?
You: id wanna go to your house
Sunghoon: and why is that, cutie?
And as you pick up conversations with both men, reeling from the attention, you thinkâŠhmm, you wanna know who else is hot? Jake.Â
You: Jakeeeee
Jake: whaaaat :)Â
You: remember that dick pic you sent to me then begged me to delete because it was an accident?
Jake: âŠ
You: i didnât delete it.Â
Jake: you like it?
You: maybe.Â
And you guess this is who you are now, plotting and setting up some form of sexting situation with three different men, who are all very close friends, who all very much seem to reciprocate your advances.
Itâs actually pretty cool, as you lay here reading words from a different man every two minutes. Jay telling you exactly how he could help you with that frustration, Sunghoon asking you to explain what youâd wanna do in his house with him, and then Jake blatantly sending his cock to you again like he has nothing better to do.Â
Itâs all fun and games until things start to get real heated and you get kind of into it. Focusing on Jayâs little message of, âim helping you out here, you should help me too. send pics.âÂ
You ask yourself why you consider doing it before swiping away and landing on a video of Jake, face bright and smiling before lowering the camera. Blatantly fucking himself just because you said he had a nice dick.Â
Your body is feeling permanent goosebumps because of those two, overwhelming you more than you could have imagined to see just how far theyâd be willing to go to try and convince you to do the same for them.
Sunghoon brings a different form of arousal in his inbox though. Far more tame than the others, asking you to push, telling you to say all of the dirty things rather than him. Pushing for a date.Â
Sunghoon: keep talking to me like this, ill come get you right now.Â
You: not yet, just this for now.
Sunghoon: no pressure, are you touching yourself at least?
You: I amÂ
Sunghoon: yeah? thinking about me too right?Â
You: yea
Youâre lying. Kind of. Half-lying, at least, because you are thinking about him but youâre also thinking about Jake, and Jay, and sending nudes, andâ Heeseung.
Youâre thinking about Heeseung, and only because you can hear the shuffling in the room a wall over. Then? Thumping, right behind you as you lay in your bed. At this moment, you should be able to focus on the men blatantly trying to fuck you, but instead youâre reminding yourself of how Heeseung looked earlier.
And youâre listening. Thumping, thumping, thumping, until you hearâ
âDonât cover your mouth, sheâs probably asleep anyway.â You hear Heeseung bellow out in a far-away voice.Â
Great. Theyâre fucking. Just fucking great. Well, now what? You think, as you thumb back and forth between messages with frustration.
Your mind reels as you listen though. Imagining Heeseung more than anything being the force behind those thumps on your wall. His voice almost croaked when he regarded you directly to your sister while fucking her. Why canât you stop thinking about him? All it took was a single day of marathoning movies?! A single shower?!Â
God, youâve got to seem desperate to be reacting this way. He probably thinks that shit is funny. And as you now shove your headphones in your ears so as to not hear anymore of it, you stand on your feet and walk to your bathroom. Youâre too interested in being fucked now, might as well give the boys something to look at, right?
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âShe really is trying to get away with it.â Sunghoon says, dumbfounded by the receipts provided by all three boys in their own private group chat.
Without Heeseung.Â
âYeah, but she sent me an ass pic.â Jay boasts, smiling to himself and silently saving the other provided images that you sent to his friends.Â
âWhatever, Iâm picking her up today for what she wants to call a âdateâ. She literally said she wanted me to pull her hair.âÂ
Jake gasps, offended.
âWhat the fuck? She said she wanted to pull my hair!â He groans. âWhy am I the one she thinks would like that?! I have a big dick! I couldââ
âAnyway,â Jay cuts him off. âShe really is just like her sister. Heeseung doesnât even know how Iâve seen his precious girlfriendâs pussy, only a matter of time before Iâm seeing her little sisterâs too.âÂ
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, ignoring Jakeâs huffing and puffing as he does his best not to laugh at Jayâs almost victory over your sister.Â
âWell, Iâm getting the girl this time.â He says, opening his texts and reading through the presumed masturbation session he shared with you last night. âSaid she couldnât wait to see me.âÂ
âIâm sure she could though.â Jay says, competitive, wanting to win. âYouâll see.â
Sunghoon can sense the competition in the air, knowing that Jay is probably coming up with some lame ass plan to get in your pants before he can even get the chance to pick you up tonight.Â
And then thereâs Jake.
âYou know, maybe sheâs right.â He rambles on, thinking hard about how your dynamic with the other two seems to differ greatly from the way you speak to him. âI do have better hair than both of you combined.â
And they stay like that, roasting each other while simultaneously lusting over the same girl until Heeseung gets online and pings them in the regular group chat for a round of gameplay.Â
âWhatâs up, virgins?â Heeseung greets, booting up his game and noting the silence in the voice chat.Â
âI said, whatâs uââÂ
âWe heard you.â Sunghoon chimes in, preparing himself for a direct mission of humbling the fuck out of him. âCall me a virgin all you want, doesnât change the fact that Iâm getting my dick wet tonight.âÂ
âPlease.â Heeseung laughs, rolling his eyes as he waits for them to get into the game lobby. âWho would stick your dick in them anyway?âÂ
âYour girlfriendâs little sister.â Sunghoon announces.Â
Excuse me?
âIn your dreams.â Heeseung tries to laugh, but is interrupted yet again by his two other friends laughing first. âWait, youâre serious?âÂ
Sunghoon hums a confirmation, which leads Heeseung to wonder what the fuck happened in the span of one single night. He could have sworn he had you in the palm of his hand on that couch. He knew you heard how good he fucks your sister.Â
Thereâs no way.Â
âNah, sheâs already got a crush on someone else.â He continues to brush Sunghoon off. âAnd itâs not you.â
âYeah, because itâs me.â Jay laughs, bombarding Heeseung with another low blow. âWhy else would she take her shorts off for me?â
Anger? Yes. Jealousy? Also yes.
âBullshit.â Heeseung calls out, staring at his discord and the way his friendâs names light up every time they laugh.
 âWhat are they trying to do, Jake? Spill.â
Jake silences his laughing.Â
âOh, you think he didnât get nudes too?â Jay laughs harder. âShe sent them to all three of us last night. Different pictures too, she wasnât skimping on the goods, I can tell you that much.â
Heeseung takes a moment to breathe through his nose. âAnd just why did she send you nudes?â
âI didnât even ask for them, Hee, honest!â Jake tries to get on his good side. âI guess showing her my dick did something for her though.â That did not get him on Heeseungâs good side.Â
âWhy the fuck  is she sending you guys nudes?â He asks again, this time slightly raising his voice.Â
You should have been sending him nudes to prove your insatiable lust that you must have. Right? Like, why not him? If anyone?Â
âOh, right.â Sunghoon finally reveals the truth. âFirst person to fuck her wins.âÂ
âIs that so?â Heeseung leans back in his chair, crossing his arms with narrowed eyes at their stupid usernames.Â
Competition is what heâs best at.Â
âYeah.â Sunghoon confirms. âAnd by the end of the night, Iâll be the winner.âÂ
âThatâs what he thinks, anyway.â Jay snickers. âSheâs already texted me a cute little good morning like she didnât sext three guys last night.âÂ
âMhm.â Jake hums into the mic. âMe too.â
Sunghoon tilts his head in confusion at that, now checking his phone and noting that he hasnât received his own good morning from you yet. Weird.Â
âYou guys are aware that you canât do that, right?â Heeseung chimes in, knowing that heâs playing their game now. And heâs good at playing games. âYou seriously canât be trying to rail my girlfriendâs sister.â
âYeah. We are, actually.â Jay overtakes the conversation. âBesides, she wants it.â
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You wake up feeling insanely embarrassed by how you acted like night.Â
Tonightâs date with Sunghoon probably wonât happen. Thereâs no way you can live up to the confidence you showed him.Â
You: hey can we raincheck?
Sunghoon: no wtf?Â
He reacts negatively, because his victory is now being ripped from his hands by the prize herself. Itâs not even just like, the fact that he wants to fuck you just to say he did it before anyone else could. Itâs the fact that youâre kind of cool. Incredibly hot, and super willing to slut yourself out.Â
Just his type. He loves being able to tame girls and keep them locked between his legs, with his cock in their throat.Â
You: sorry i just donât feel good today, can try this weekend?Â
Sunghoon sighs, sending you a short approval before focusing back on the intense game playing out on his screen.Â
âShe canceled on me.â Sunghoon complains, shooting a player dead between the eyes before crouching and running off to find his next kill of frustration. âJay, what did you fucking do?â
Jay snorts, smirking on his end of the screen, camping like an asshole in a bathroom and waiting for some unsuspecting dad of six to run by and get his cheeks clapped by some idiot with the username of DADDYJAY02.Â
âTold her Iâd fuck her real good if she cancels.â He jokes, mostly focused on the current game at hand.
Heeseung is pleased to learn that youâre skipping the date though, leading him to believe that maybe he was right in thinking heâs got you in the palm of his hand.Â
Still doesnât change the fact that youâve got nudes in your phone. Nudes that you sent to three fucking losers that couldnât even come close to doing what he could do for you.Â
âHeâs talking shit. She hasnât left her room all morning.â Heeseung says. âI already told you guys that she has a crush on someone, and itâs not any of you. So, you can go ahead and kiss your bullshit sex-game goodbye.â
Jake pipes in now, listening to the sheer amount of confidence coming from Heeseung and Jay.
âI dunno.â He breathes, picking people off one by one in his own, less-than-great playstyle. âSheâs still texting me and being all cute. Maybe she just thinks you guys are weird.âÂ
âWhat did she say?â Heeseung asks, now more focused on what Jake might say rather than the fact that Jay just got downed and needs help.Â
âSomething about how she feels embarrassed about everything but likes talking to me, heart emoji and all.â He says in a nonchalant tone, now being downed himself in game. âMe and Jay are down.â
âStay down then.â Heeseung scoffs, ignoring both dying friends as he focuses on the win.Â
âDude, fucking pick me up.â Jay now argues, throwing his hands up at the gameplay, watching Heeseung blatantly run straight past him. âHeeseung! Pick me the fuck up!âÂ
He snickers in response.Â
âStop trying to fuck her and Iâll pick you up.âÂ
âIâd rather die.â Jay argues back, accepting his in-game death and instead pulling his phone out to text you. âIn fact, Iâll text her right now.â
Sunghoon, listening to the chaos and still neck-to-neck in terms of kills with Heeseung, tries to ignore the fact that heâs losing the only game he cares about winning right now.Â
âAll three of you are starting to get annoying.â Sunghoon mumbles into the microphone, killing the last remaining player and stretching his arms out in a sigh.
âYouâre just mad because sheâs ghosting you for me.â Jake sings out happily.
Heeseung listens, seething in his head about how theyâre really just gonna keep doing this shit and decides, fine.Â
Heâs already playing the game theyâre playing. Heâs been playing it for much longer, actually, with those panties he took from your dresser when he built it. With the way he placed your bed against the same wall his bed is against, just so you could listen and suffer for his cock to stuff you full instead.Â
If itâs a fucking competition they want, theyâre gonna get it.Â
And with that? He logs off without so much as a goodbye before heading to his bathroom. For the first time in years caring more and more about how he dresses and carries himself just to see you want him.Â
He styles his hair, brushes his teeth, perfects his hair with the hood up on his hoodie, and then heads straight to your room.Â
âHey, Sunghoon said heâs supposed to be going on a date with you tonight.â He says as soon as he gets to your door.
You look panicked.
âOh, he told you?â You say, avoiding eye contact with him because goddamn does he look good today but also, what the fuck Sunghoon?!Â
âYeah.â He answers in a less than entertained tone.Â
âDid heââ You pause, now looking at him and his stupid attractive stance against your door. ââsay anything else?âÂ
âOh, he told me all about it.â He admits to you now, loving the way you curl into your own embarrassment. âI did warn you, you know.â
You blink at him, wanting to hide from the entire situation. Especially because the only reason you went for his friends was because he got you all choked up.Â
âStill, I thought youâd tame yourself a little bit. I meanâ Jay too? Really?â Heeseung starts to pick you apart with the information heâs learned today. âAnd Jake?â
You groan out, covering your face with both hands.Â
âGod, I donât know what I was thinking.â You try to explain. âI justââ
âYou were wet.â He answers for you, smiling at the way you try to run from the truth. âSo wet for me that you ran to my friends?âÂ
Only now do you move your hands from your face and look at him. Shocked that he got straight to the point, and is entirely correct.
âYou got their hopes up, you know.â He continues, taking control of the situation as he crosses his arms and leans his head back and against your doorframe. âRight after getting my hopes up.âÂ
âWhat are youââÂ
âYou know what Iâm talking about, and you know exactly what Iâm doing.â He cuts you off, speaking for you, thinking for you, not letting you get a word in to doubt a single thing heâs saying. âYou know what youâre doing too. So, look at me next time I come in here and call you out on your bullshit.â
Your eyes stay on him, full of embarrassment and a sense of guilt. You feel scolded, which is so fucking wrong and weird for it to come from him of all people.Â
âTime to stop pretending now, babe. If you want thisââ He says, looking down between his legs and grabbing his bulge. âYouâll stay away from my friends.âÂ
And then he justâŠleaves with a smile? Doesnât even let you respond?Â
âIâm going to the store, we donât have shit to eat in this house.â You hear him complain as he walks down the hallway, acting as if he didnât just word-fuck you with the truth that you werenât quite ready to accept.Â
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Youâre losing it. Truly, youâre losing every ability in your body to ignore the fact that you not only think about Heeseung in ways you shouldnât, you want him in ways that should be a fucking crime.
Seeing him grab himself like that in your doorway? Fuck, if he hadnât of walked away right after, you very well may have found yourself with your ankles up by your ears, begging him to use it on you.Â
No self restraint at this point, and you donât even care.Â
Your phone is long forgotten as you pace your room, wondering if you should leave the house too, just to find a sex shop that has a Heeseung sized and shaped cock for you to fuck yourself on in order to get this intense feeling of need out of you.Â
Thatâs really all it took for him to make you go fucking feral for it? A little bit of flirting? A little bit threatening? A grab of his cock, practically dangling it in front of you like the two of you are allowed to be having those kinds of moments together?Â
Fuck him for knowing how to get you horny more than you know how to do it yourself. Since when did you like men to act that way towards you? Since fucking when did you get off on a boyfriend that your sister intends to fucking marry?!
Itâs so fucked up, and itâs equally fucking hot to you because itâs fucked up.Â
Out of everything your sister has that you donât, Heeseung is the one you want most. And heâs just fuckingâŠheâs justâ
God damn it. You sigh, pacing back and forth, checking the time on your phone and ignoring all of your unread texts. Heeseung has only been gone for a total of ten minutes and it feels like youâve been pacing for hours.
Throbbing between your legs at the small glimpses of his size under whatever pants he wears. With his hair, and his skin, and his stupid, shit-eating smirk that he throws at you. Telling you he knows. Showing you that he likes it.Â
You stop your pacing for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut tight to try and flutter the images of him out of your head. Trying to get the reality to come back to you.Â
Whatâs fucked up is that it is reality that heâs doing this to you. You canât avoid it like itâs a guilty little wet dream youâd be able to hide.Â
Itâs real.
And, well, fuck it. You love your sister just as much as you always have, even as you want to fuck her boyfriend. Even as her boyfriend seemingly wants to fuck you.
Even as you leave your room, entering their room for the first time.Â
Even as you inspect their bed, the placement suspiciously right on the other side of your own bed against the wall.Â
Even as you smell the familiar scent of Heeseung on one of the pillows and instantly throw yourself on the bed against it, shoving it between your legs in a desperate and obvious show of how much you really, really, fucking want it.Â
And if this is what it feels like to lose your fucking mind? So be it.Â
His pillow is soft, offering little pressure to your clit as you writhe against it, but you moan louder than you ever have while pleasuring yourself. For once, the house is empty and for once, you have a point of arousal that doesnât involve porn.
Your mind falls into images of him, and the way he moves his body during every day instances. Then, to the way he sounded when he fucked your sister in this very same bed. He must fuck hard, because that consistent thumping on your wall seemed to prove it already.Â
Fuck, you hope he fucks hard.Â
You saw the outline of it a few times by now too, so big even while flaccid and uninterested in you. He must know how to contain himself too. Real calm, real collected when it comes to how heâd probably use it.Â
The images swim up and down behind your eyes as you writhe your clit against the corner of his pillow for what feels like ages, knowing your panties are being pushed into the folds of your wet core, feeling your shorts skew as you move, back and forth, stretching with each grind forward.Â
Youâre aware that parts of your pussy are out in the open between grinds, feeling the soft material of his pillow rub you only slightly raw with the force of your movements, and you simply donât care. Youâre home alone, remember?Â
Wait. How long have you been doing this again?
âOh, fuck yeah.â You hear from behind you, startling you into a defensive position of curling around the pillow. âBumping it real good, werenât you? Right up on my pillow?â Heeseung laughs, standing just inside of the room with a step much quieter than heâd normally have when heâs walking around.Â
âFuck, thatâs so gross.â He snickers with hooded eyes and a triumphant smirk as he crosses his arms.Â
âYou really thought I wouldnât find out? Like I wouldnât be able to smell it? I smelled you when I walked in.â
God, the fucking horror that replaces the arousal hits you harder than you ever knew it could as you jump to your feet on buckled knees and try to mutter out an apology.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
He just said you were gross. He said he could smell you while scrunching his nose.Â
âIâm sorry, Heeseung, Iâm sorry.â You continue, trying to make your way past him ultimately so you can lock yourself in your bedroom to never come out.Â
âHmm, what makes you think you could just come in here and fuck my things?â He isnât going to let you go that easy, of course he isnât.
The thing about him is, he knows heâs got you now. That little sex bet going with his friends? Theyâre done for.
 Full control of the whole situation is right here in the palm of his hand, and the proof is that embarrassing wet spot you left on his pillow. This was all he needed. You made him chase, and heâll be damned if he gives you what you want now so easily.Â
Itâs your turn to ache with the same feeling between your legs. Youâre going to be fucking gone by the time he finally gives it to you.Â
âI thought yââ You try to explain, not looking him in the eye when he holds you in place by the arm from leaving.Â
âThought I wanted you over her?â He mutters to you in a hot whisper, pulling you back and against him, dipping his head and chasing your line of sight to force you to look at him. âOh my god, how sad.âÂ
You try look away, entirely confused, embarrassed, fucking ashamed.Â
Never have you let guilt take you over like this because youâve never allowed yourself to be in a position to feel so goddamn stupid.
Heâs going to tell her what you did. You might as well go pack your shit now and get ready to go back home because this was not okay.Â
âIâm sorry. I misreadâŠâ Youâre being forced to look at him, but you still keep your eyes on the bottom of his chin rather than his eyes, feeling his hands squeeze you, not at all noticing how rock fucking hard he is due to the sheer terror you feel at this moment.
âMm, no you didnât.â He explains, eyes scanning over your flushed face, tears prickling in your eyes.Â
And once again, fucking confusion. The weight of guilt lifts off of you at his words, allowing you to look him straight in the eyes this time. Urging him to tell you that he does want you. That everything you thought previously was true.
That he was trying to come onto you.Â
âYou were throwing your legs open for just anyone.â He lands the blow harshly, with his breath hitting you square in the forehead. âI just wanted to see if you were really as slutty as Jay said you were.â
A direct blow to any confidence you ever could have had walking around this house.Â
You fell for it. Your sister is dating a piece of shit, and somehow you still find him so attractive. You still wish he was lying.Â
You still wish he liked you, or wanted you on some level.
âGod, such a cry baby too.â He rolls his eyes now, breathing in deep before releasing his hold on you. âGo cry in your room, Iâm sure you still have an orgasm to get, donât you?âÂ
You refuse the eye contact again as you try to walk away in a way that you wish could make you disappear. Heâs making damn sure to shame you straight into the dirt, and it makes you feel so unclean.Â
âDonât you?â He repeats with a louder voice as you walk away, stepping into your room, and closing the door behind you.
Yeah, youâre still probably going to get that orgasm. He knows it.Â
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Heeseung is a nightmare to be around. Youâre annoyed that you didnât notice it before and actually wanted to be around him before that mishap with his pillow.Â
You canât read him.Â
When your sister is home, he ignores you for the most part. He spends his time on his PC yelling with friends, he scoffs at you, looks at you like you look and sound ridiculous any time you say something, yet, when heâs with your sister, heâs so, so, loving.Â
All over her, really. Hands on her waist, back, thighs, ass. Heâs so sexual with her in front of you, to the point that you canât make eye contact at all with either of them.Â
To the point that you miss it every time when he checks to see if youâre watching.Â
Whatâs worse about Heeseung is that you think now that he has no interest in you. Everything he did really was for an ego boost, or like some shitty game he was playing. It got to the point that, yeah, youâre sexting at least one of his friends as often as possible despite never giving them a reason to come over, and certainly not going to see them yourself.Â
Itâs like a bandaid as you lay in your bed night after night listening to Heeseung on the other side of the wall draw you into a state of lust, pining, and absent passion. So vocal, when heâs fucking her. You always feel alone when he does it, with your fingers slamming away and offering pleasure that never gets you there. You always come up short, never being able to get off.Â
Even with all of that, he still flirts.
Which fucks you up even more. Heâll make you feel so awful about everything thatâs happened, everything you actively say or do, and then turn around and smile at you when your sister is at work.Â
Heâll offer to make dinner for you. Heâll do your laundry and fold it, always mixing his clothes into the pile by accident. Heâll touch your waist. Heâll brush his hand past yours when he catches you in the hallway while walking by.Â
When you try to flirt back, or look at him for too long though? Hope in your eyes and weight lifting from your shoulders at his hidden actions? He shuts you down instantly.Â
Like this morning, when you left your room and went to the kitchen to make coffee, he was already there. He came up behind you real close, rubbing what you presume to be his soft dick against your ass as he lifted and grabbed the filters down for you.Â
And when you choked up and looked at him? He could see that little glint of hope in your eyes.
âI was just helping. Jesus christ, youâre more needy than your sister.âÂ
Or that time yesterday, when you were lounging on the couch and he came out after a shower in those same fucking sweat pants, without a shirt again, and sat down next to you. Spreading his legs wide, smirking, and watching you try to avoid his eyes.Â
âCanât even look at me without getting wet, huh?âÂ
Safe to say, Heeseung is playing the game with his friends a little too hard. Knowing that at any point during the day if he wanted to push you to the floor and take you, he fucking could.Â
So that leaves you now, sitting here feeling about as crazy as you did the day you ran into his room and started fucking his pillow. Every day is felt with sexual frustration that you donât know what to do with, even sexting his friends, even receiving their videos and hot words, even with their promises of multiple orgasms and hour long sessions of head, your frustration isnât satiated.
You worry it never will be if Heeseung doesnât move out, or like, fall out a window or something.
And as you leave your room to go back to the kitchen for a snack, of course you note the open door of the office that is far too silent compared to thirty minutes earlier.Â
Of course, Heeseung has trained you to be entirely too curious about what heâs doing at all times when the two of you are alone.
Of course, you donât turn and walk away the moment you see his back turned, shoulder moving, and a brightly colored hentai flashing across his monitor.Â
In fact, you stand there solely because you canât deny yourself of this.
âWas wondering if youâd come in here.â He mutters through a breath, turning his face for a moment before pumping his hand harder. âSâonly fair that I let you watch too, right?â
Heâs bringing up the pillow incident. Again. Like he hasnât brought it up a million times since it happened as a form of shaming you. Telling you how it smelled, laughing and asking how many times you planned to do it behind his back.Â
Youâre still frozen though, coming to terms with the fact that he could call you an ugly whore and youâd probably accept it at face value just to watch the very scene in front of you.
Are you selfish or are you just desperate?Â
Maybe a bit of both.
âCome over here.â He says to your silence, now swiveling his chair around and ignoring the animated fuck-fest on screen.Â
You take in an inhale, trying not to show it by looking away from him, but ultimately failing when your eyes fall straight to where his hand is in his pants. The tent created by the sheer size of him leaving far too much for you to think about.Â
Anyone in this situation would call him a loser. Jerking it to hentai? Looking the way he does? Being unemployed and doing this at like, eleven in the morning? You can tell he hasnât slept too, and thatâs entirely something a simp would do. Something a virgin would do.
But, you want him. Youâve never been so attracted to someone, actually. He sees you swallow at the image too, smirking and stilling his hand.Â
âShit, youâre really just going to watch me?âÂ
Yeah. You figured that was obvious to him, considering he already thinks youâre gross, embarrassing, and shameless. Itâs not like you not watching at this point would change his mind about you.Â
So, you just stand there, watching, waiting.
Until he gives you a breathless chuckle and a shake of his head.Â
âCome on, get a better look then.â He encourages you through a soft moan, sliding his fingers on the underside of his length, feeling the pre-cum drip out.Â
There it is again. Him acting interested.Â
Itâs really the worst because you give in every single time, clinging to the hope that maybe he really is interested this time, only to be shot down time and time again.Â
Right now is no different from the countless other times heâs flirted just to laugh at you trying to flirt back. Even as you walk towards him with shaking hands gripping the bottom of your own shirt for comfort, you know heâs probably just going to pull his hand out of his pants and probably present a very large cucumber or something before laughing at the fact that you really thought.Â
Except, he doesnât do that.Â
You can see the wet spot at the top of the tent his cock creates, right where the head rubs up against the fabric and it proves that heâs really touching himself right now.
âLower.â He instructs under hooded eyes, head leaned back against his chair, body slouched and relaxed. âOn the floor.â
Ah, the fucking power he has is electrifying. You really just do everything he says in the hopes that someday, heâll put it in you. In the hopes that someday, he will show you what it is that your sister loves so much about him.Â
The way you do lower yourself to your knees on his floor, sitting right there in front of him with your eyes glued to the hidden act of what heâs doing to himself? God, youâre dirty.
He chews on his lower lip as he works himself up to the image of you simply on your knees, gripping your shirt like itâs the only thing holding you from falling off of the earth. So pretty, so complacent, so willing.Â
Fuck, he knows his friends want you and he can imagine that they must furiously get off to this very image themselves, thought up all by themselves. Except theyâve actually seen your body, Heeseung hasnât seen shit.
âTake it off.â He says through a breath, the words shaking with each pump of his fist as he tries to stimulate the whole length of his cock without pulling it out.Â
Itâs a tight fit in his pants right now, but he isnât going to show you a damn thing.Â
You blink up at him, your eyes shining and bright at the fact that youâre fine not seeing it. You seem totally satisfied just watching him pleasure himself.Â
Oh god, youâre fucking perfect.Â
Even more perfect when you do remove your shirt, tits sitting nice and naked for him to stare at harder. Big. Plush. Prettier than the ones that are drawn to perfection by horny men on his screen just to the side of him. Prettier than your sisterâs, even.Â
âAh, yeah.â He comments, hand pumping faster, cock leaking more. âJust sit right there and look pretty for me.â
And, you do. Hands now pressed into the carpet beneath you, gripping the texture much like you did your shirt just to press your tits together for him. Just so he wants you right now, even if he wonât ten minutes from now.Â
He really does just watch you too. The image of you alone like this seemingly just enough to get him there when you notice his head slam back against the headrest of his chair again.
Bottom lip bitten, eyebrows raised, a held breath, and then heâs releasing that same breath along with his cum. All into his hand and against his pants as he pumps harder through the sensitivity of his orgasm.Â
Eyes falling back to you, darker this time, he smirks as he slides his hand from his pants, careful not to lose any of that thick, milky, cum, and tipping his fingers at you.Â
âAhh-â He opens his mouth, speaking to you as if heâs feeding you a snack, and for some reason, you mimic it.
Your mouth opens as you lean forward and he slips his fingers in, relishing in the feeling of your frantic tongue licking up the taste of him.
So desperate, god, you want it so bad and he can see it.
He can feel it.Â
And by the time youâve licked his fingers clean, eyes tearing up because you know heâs about to mock you for how much you loved the taste of it, he pulls his hand back and says nothing.
He doesnât even smile at you when he stands up, staring down at you like he owns you.Â
Youâre just sitting on the floor shirtless, avoiding his eye contact and preparing for whatever fucked up thing he wants to say about it, salty sweet remnants of his flavor in your mouth, and near tears in your eyes.Â
âYou really did that.â He says before stepping to the side of you and heading for the door. âSwallowed all of it too.â
You did, and of course youâre ashamed despite sitting here wet and aching. You nod as you stare at the floor in shame, hands clasped in your lap.
âGood girl.â He breathes out to you before leaving for the bathroom, not another word muttered to you.
And as Heeseung stands looking at himself in the mirror, chest heaving as he reels from what just took place, he smiles. God, the horror you must feel right now. If you knew how much he liked this and how willing you were to take what you can get, youâd probably be the happiest girl alive.Â
Youâre so willing to feel ashamed, so willing to be shamed, just to look at him? Just to see him do this? Just to suck all of his cum off of his fingers?Â
Youâre fucking crazy.Â
If you knew how he silently jerked off, breathing in that pillow you had against your pussy, youâd probably orgasm on the spot. If you fucking knew how he stole your panties the very day you moved in, youâd probably give him the ones youâre wearing now just to please him.Â
Ah, so perfect. Itâs only a matter of time now.
Only a matter of time before he wins and shuts his friends up for fucking good, because honestly, itâs getting old now to hear his friends pretend they have a shot at this with you.
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Living with your sister became something you never meant for it to be. Youâre not living with her, youâre living with fucking guilt, and confusion, and insatiable lust for the man sheâs supposed to be pleasing every night.Â
In fact, the amount you see her is far less than you originally thought. She works so much, and when sheâs not working overtime just to come home and love on her asshole of a boyfriend, and tell you sweet goodnights like you didnât eat his cum off his fingers, sheâs sleeping away the exhaustion of being the only good person in this house.Â
Unfortunately for her though, you donât care.
You appreciate the freedom sheâs given to you on a silver platter, with a nice new bedroom suite and good food in the fridge, but you know she didnât bring you here with the intention of giving you this much freedom.
She gave you the ability to fuck and be fucked whenever and where ever you want, but the choice wasnât meant to be Heeseung. With his ever changing moods, annoying gamer rage, and disconcerting need to flirt and shame you.Â
You canât believe youâre sitting here across from her before yet another one of her shifts, drinking the same juice, eating the same breakfast, pretending like you havenât tasted the same cum she has.Â
You canât believe that while growing up, you always shared her stuff against her will. She hated finding you wearing one of her favorite tops, or her new pairs of shoes. She would get so mad and all you can think now is that, surely she would kill you if she found out what else youâve used behind her back.
And when you watch Heeseung kiss her goodbye, he seems all too entertained with the situation. Watching you pretend like you donât want him, watching your sister be blissfully unaware of who his dick twitches for.
 Watching, watching, watching.Â
Staring, really, at you through the kiss. Up until she leaves for the day and youâre left staring back at him. Heeseung lends you a small wave with an uncaring face, wiggling the same fingers he fucked your mouth with in your face, almost seeming like heâs attempting to lure you to open those same lips again for him.
Almost as if to remind you that youâre pathetic.Â
And goddammit. You fucking are.
Thatâs why, of course, youâve found yourself time and time again in these same text messages. Fully guilty of leading these guys on but not nearly as guilty as you feel each time you show how bad you need it to the one man who doesnât deserve it.Â
Jay, if he could, would probably fuck you right on the doorstep by this point with the amount of nudes, phone calls, and blatant shows of sexual interest. You can sense how annoyed he is with cumming all by himself using your photos, but like, thatâs very attractive of him to wait.
Sunghoon? So frustrated with you for never following up with him, but entirely willing to fuck you with his dirty words and images of what heâd love to do if youâd just get the fuck out of the house for a day.
And Jake, ah, Jake. The cutest. One youâd take all of this frustration out on, the one who would probably apologize to you for everything bad thatâs ever happened to you mid-orgasm solely because he wouldnât know what else to say or do when heâs feeling so good.
Sexting any of them, or all of them, is really your only relief from the man who looms around this house. But at this point, even that is doing nothing for you.
Even as you read Jayâs texts, knowing heâs actively playing video games at the same time and not jerking off like he claims.Â
Jay: take a new one, i want more materialÂ
You: youâre not even touching yourself, you know I can hear heeseung yell at you right?
Jay: what? you think I canât multitask?Â
You: is that why heâs yelling then?Â
Jay: one handing it and still got more kills than him, yea
God, heâs too confident while being such a fucking loser, but yeah, youâll send him a new picture. Youâll go ahead and send it to Jake too. And Sunghoon, of course.
Then you pause with your fingers on the screen, zooming in on your body and checking it. Only half wondering what would happen if you took a pussy picture. Only half thinking of sending it to Heeseung. Not the other three, just him.
Half wondering turns to full wondering, as you listen to him yell something about Jay going down again mid match, proving that he probably was, in fact, fucking his fist mid-game and absolutely not getting more kills.
Heeseungâs voice sounds so full of anger. So loud, cracking in pitch even. Itâs hard to imagine someone sounding so stupid being able to act in a way thatâs made you feel so lost and ashamed of wanting him.Â
Yet, he did. And thatâs why you decide right at this moment, youâll always give in to his flirting even while knowing heâll mock you and make fun of you for it. Youâve already dealt with it to the point that youâre used to it. At least you still get something out of it, right?Â
At least, maybe, heâll give you something else to feel ashamed of today, right?Â
And as you take that photo, lying back on your bed, shifting your panties to the side and spreading your lips open for the camera, you snap a photo of your hole for him. Right there, already wet just imagining him thinking youâre pathetic for doing this.Â
At this point, youâre not feeling too ashamed of it right now. After all, he jerked off looking at you like there wasnât at least three holes being fucked and filled on the screen behind him before. SoâŠ
You send the photo to him, ignoring the displayed message from Jay stating, âyou only sent this one to me, right?âÂ
And then you wait.Â
And you wait.
And wait.
You can still hear Heeseung yelling his gaming talk, but you watch his text messages like a hawk. Feeling nervous, terrified, embarrassed, shamed, turned on, curious, wet.
Each time heâs silent, you stare at the messages, up until you notice that heâs opened it.Â
He saw it.
You wait for footsteps, you wait to hear him tell his friends that heâll be back. You wait for him to stomp in here and call you gross.Â
And you wait more.
And more.Â
Up until you canât wait any longer and you find yourself shifting up and off of your bed, leaving your phone behind as you make your way to the office. Heâs facing away from you as usual, the character on screen on a swivel as the scope of the gun searches for a head to shoot, and thenâ his phone.
Right there beside him, open, the image pulled up.Â
âWhat are you trying to do?â He says, but you canât tell if itâs for you or his friends.Â
You stand there, pussy looking much the same as it was in that photo, except now with your shorts back on you, and panties back in place.Â
âTrying to fuck me over right now?â He continues when a kill screen shows up and heâs got a few seconds to lift his hand from the mouse. Not even looking at you, he beckons you with two fingers and pushes his chair back just slightly.
By the time you get up beside him, he puts his fingers over his mouth, glancing up at you, then down at his phone and tapping it. Immediately after tapping, he points to the floor in front of him, scooting back more to make room for you.
The silent conversation is loud as he narrows his eyes at you when you sink to your knees on the floor in front of him. You crawl under the desk, legs quivering at the idea that heâs absolutely ignoring you, but also inviting you.Â
As if heâs feeding you what you want. As if he doesnât need this too.Â
And maybe he doesnât, you think, as you carefully reach forward to his knees, feeling him push his chair in and trap you under the desk. He doesnât look hard, proving that heâs simply allowing you to quench your thirst for his cum, surely.Â
Allowing you to be pathetic.Â
Allowing you to see it.Â
And finally, you do. Heâs even polite enough to lift his ass up a bit just to let you pull his sweats down to get it out. Slowly growing at the feeling of your breath against it.Â
You breathe deeply before you press your lips against it instantly, darting your tongue out curiously and closing your eyes to relish in the first taste of his skin. Itâs a clean taste, and despite him not being fully hard for this just yet, it only drives you to do better, to do more, until he actually wants you to do this for him, not just for you.Â
You could argue that it seemed much bigger when he was jerking it off in front of you, then again, heâs still not fully hard yet.Â
It actually hurts your feelings that youâre the one needing to get him horny right now. After all, you are clearly hungry for it, not him.
And you take him into your mouth again, and again, feeling him stiffen by the second. Still, his focus isnât on you or what youâre doing down here.Â
Until it is, anyway.Â
By this point, youâre actually struggling to take him into your mouth, and you can argue heâs only at half-girth as you try. The top of your head bumps his desk every few seconds, which forces you to keep him in your mouth.Â
Kind of terrifying actually, to have put something in your mouth so readily only to regret the fact that his cock is essentially locked in by the small pace youâre trapped in, and itâs only swelling up more and more by the second.Â
Hardening until your throat is constricting around it, forcing you to gag and search for breath.
Itâs hard to breathe as you cough and drool around him, frantically trying to pull off of him and hitting your head hard against the desk when you do.
He fucking chuckles at it before you feel his hand slip under the desk with you and grab his now fully hard cock. What does he do with it? He fucking slaps it straight across your face before forcing it right back between your lips.Â
You hate to say how wet that made you, and you hate even more to say that you kind of like the feeling of your throat getting bruised. Willing yourself to gag around him again, trying to twitch your tongue against the weight of his far too big length in your mouth.Â
You donât want him to laugh though, you want him to fucking moan. All for his friends to hear. After all, itâs the first time youâre going down on him and itâll probably be the last time too, right?
Not to mention, youâve barely had experiencing sucking dick as it is, he should he fucking helping you get through this.
But heâs not. Heâs justâŠplaying his fucking game. Hell, the twitches of his length against your gag reflex is probably more for the kill he gets rather than the way your dripping spit all over and down his balls.Â
This is embarrassing, and yetâ you love it. You fucking adore it, with the way your clit aches just at the thought that heâs letting you put your mouth on him at all.
Maybe it really is for you, and not for him.Â
âAh, fuck.â Heeseung groans, probably more to his game than to you.
His hand shoots under the table, right to the top of your head as his other balances himself on the seat of his chair. There, he holds your head down on him and angles his hips just slightly to fuck up. Gaging you repeatedly, holding back his own moans at the way youâre just going to let him use you like this.
And as quickly as it happened, that short grunt from him not going unnoticed, heâs drawing his hands back above his desk, relaxing his body, and giving back the control.Â
Already, you can hear his fingers against the keyboard again.
âBack in the game, Jay, to the right!â He shouts, showing you that he absolutely just fucked your face because he got fucking downed in the game.Â
And you continue, trying to give him that same feeling that he forced on you just now, and never quite getting the same force behind your lips or tongue for him. His cock is throbbing though, choking you with each dribble and spurt of precum, up until heâs pulling the same trick.
Fucking up, holding your throat down on him, for just a bit until heâs back in the game and playing.
This happens for what feels like forever. To the point that surely, youâre drenching the carpet under you, and youâre starting to feel insecure in the fact that he hasnât cum yet. Are you really justâŠbad at giving head?
Heeseungâs legs shift as you continue, slowing your pace and trying to rub your jaw through it with your free hand thatâs not gripping the fabric of his lowered sweats. You do this up until his cock is suddenly sliding further and further out of your throat when he rolls his chair back.Â
Ah.Â
Oh.
Oh, my god. You think, getting the first glimpse of his face since you started. Blown out pupils staring down under his desk, hair a mess, mic right up against his smirking lips.Â
He looksâŠlike he enjoyed it? Maybe? Are you getting ahead of yourself?
âYou want more?â He asks, straight into the mic and confusing his friends. âI can see how much you want it, baby, come on. Iâll give it to you.â
You stare up at him, pretending that when you crawl out from under the desk and try to stand, you canât hear the way he turns up the volume of his friends responding in confusion.Â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â You hear the familiar voice of Sunghoon. âIf youâre gonna fuck your girlfriend, at least mute yourself, dick.âÂ
You nervously glance to his game thatâs still full screened. You knew he was gaming with his friends since this morning, but for him to talk to you like this as if they canât hear him?Â
âTheyâll want to hear you.â He comments now, alerting his friends that heâs obviously not talking to them. âTrust me, they donât fucking shut up about you.âÂ
Thatâs when they realize.
âNo fucking way.â Jake blurts. âThereâs no way.â
Jay remains silent, staring at his unanswered text message before minimizing his game and dropping his mouth in surprise.
âCome on then, you already let me fuck that pretty mouth, might as well, right?â He says to you again, this time lifting his hips and tapping his desk. âBend over for me.âÂ
What you think is just an unmuted mic, unfortunately, is much, much more than that. You see, Heeseung likes to stream to his friends, back and behind his full screened game was the image of him suffering through your need to deep throat him half to death.
He remained calm, at first not exactly wanting his friends to know. Not wanting them to see you like this, and most certainly not wanting them to have any images of you to get off to. But now? Oh, to win their own game in front of them?Â
âFuck, look at that.â He says, watching you take the spot in front of him and bend over his desk, keyboard buttons pressing in and glitching the screen out momentarily due to your tits lying against it. âNow look up.â He instructs.Â
âNo. Fucking. Way.â Jake blurts again once he minimized his game and instantly saw you on the camera, looking so out of it, so unaware. âSunghoon, are you seeing this?â
Jay was still watching with his mouth agape, cock leaking as it always does for you except now? Itâs the fact that Heeseung is really just gonna do something so awful to your sister? Heâs really going to fuck you right here, right now? With proof?!
âHeeseung, donât.â Sunghoon warns, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen in front of him.Â
âDonât what? Sunghoon?â Heeseung smiles as he reaches his hands around the front of you, pulling you back by groping both of your tits. âFuck your girl in front of you?â
You just listen, shocked that Sunghoon is actually asking Heeseung to stop. Shocked that they apparently have beef or something, over you? Surely not.Â
âNoââ Sunghoon chokes back. âDonât turn off the camera.âÂ
âCamera?!â You panic, trying to break free of his grip on your chest, but he holds you there, pressing you closer with your back to his chest, his cock throbbing under your thigh.Â
âWhat? Now you have an issue with cameras?â Heeseung seethes sarcastic words into your hair, squeezing your tits harder now. âRelax, baby, I know theyâve already seen you like this.âÂ
âRight?â Heeseung now directs his attention to the screen, lunging forward to quickly minimize the full-screened game, getting a good look at his friends and you in the camera against him.Â
The image is wildly attractive to him for many reasons. For one, he can see himself on the screen with his point of desire sitting right here on his lap. Secondly, his friends are awestruck by what he gets to have right now. Shamelessly watching, biting their words back, taking in deep breaths. And lastly, he can tell that everyone on camera right now either wants to be him or be fucked by him.
Whatâs not to love about this?Â
And Heeseung is quick when he flashes his eyes away from each of his friends, straight to you in the camera, watching you avoid looking at the screen. He moves one hand from your chest, pushes his chair back, and immediately cups between your legs.Â
âYou show them this too, or was that just for me?â
You shake your head at Heeseung, reeling with embarrassment and arousal as you try to squeeze your legs closed around his hand. You feel choked up, throat sore, legs buckled, clit throbbing for him to dig his palm against it.
âMm, you see that Jay?â Heeseung moves his eyes to his friend on screen. âCouldnât even get her to show her pussy for you?âÂ
Jay appears entirely tuned into the situation, eyebrows sitting furrowed and focused on you. God, if only he focused that much in game, Heeseung thinks he could probably out rank him if he wanted to.Â
âJake?â Heeseung trails to his other friend, making sure each and every one of them hears and sees exactly what heâs doing.Â
Your eyes follow the names Heeseung calls out. Shyly, somewhat dazed. Tearing your eyes from Jay was already hard enough as is. After all, seeing his blatant attraction to you right there, in front of everyone? Maybe you should have let him hit, even just once because damn. Itâs almost pitiful, that look in his eye as he watches you.Â
Jake on the other hand? You can tell he lets his hair fall partly in front of his eyes but he smiles to himself while watching. Something about seeing him like this makes you feel like youâve just experienced extreme whiplash. It embarrasses you more knowing that you figured Jake was too inexperienced to know how to fuck a girl. He was too sweet.Â
Too soft.
Too different from his friends.
As you look at him now though, you realize he isnât different at all. In fact, he might have been more full of shit than any of the others as you stare at his wicked eyes and nod of approval at Heeseung.Â
Hell, heâs even the one who mutters out a small, âShow us her tits.âÂ
The only reason Heeseung does as Jake asked is because he canât help but relish in the look on their faces of seeing what they could have had, but now never will. To see them lose. To witness him win.Â
Theyâre pathetic. Truly, when he drags your shirt up your belly and over your chest. Already braless, of course. And honestly, youâre shocked that they all react this way like you didnât just send them tit pics butâÂ
This is more embarrassing somehow. Four pairs of eyes are on you and only one pair of hands. You want all of their hands.Â
âI fucking knew youâd let me do this.â Heeseung chuckles against your ear, cupping his hands under your tits and presenting them to his friends. Bouncing them, rubbing them, pulling on both nipples before releasing them and letting your tits fall into their natural position. âKnew you were a slut the moment I saw the kind of panties you had hidden in that suitcase of yours.âÂ
You glance away from the camera now, knowing Heeseung is right with his words.Â
âYou should be fighting me, not dripping that pretty pussy all over me. Am I wrong?âÂ
You should be fighting. You shouldnât be okay with this moment being broadcasted to three different people that youâve been leading on. And yeah, you should hate him for all of the confusion and mental anguish he put you through.Â
Yet, the arousal you have for him outweighs all of it. The arousal you have for this situation in general outweighs any shame you could feel, or the shame that comes after it.Â
Being wanted like this by four men who you find incredibly attractive?Â
âWhat more could a girl want?â You murmur in a hushed tone, rolling your hips just slightly on his lap, letting him feel the warmth of you seep into his sweatpants. His cock still hard and raging from your previous actions of choking on him.
Those words shock him as his eyes glance to the screen, noting how youâre writhing your body on him, totally shameless, totally fucking perfect with your tits out and on display, only pushing for more. Itâs the fact that he fucking forgot he had his head set on for a moment and didnât even catch that you whispered that shit straight into his mic.Â
He only realized it when he saw three faces on screen drop to a slack jawed expression and Sunghoon immediately leaned forward with a groan of âspread her legs.âÂ
On any other day, for Heeseung, Jake, or Jay, seeing Sunghoon clearly push his pants down his thighs off camera would make them recoil and make fun of him. But theyâre not right now, because the focus isnât on any of the cocks being openly hard in this shared online space.Â
The focus is on you, and the way Heeseung absolutely spreads your legs and pushes your knees up by the thighs so that the flat of your feet are resting on his knees. There, he drops his hands from your tits and reaches around you, rubbing the line of your shorts on the insides of your thighs just enough that glimpses of your panties flash every few seconds.Â
From back here, the camera offers Heeseung the same view but it hits him differently because heâs the one doing it. Heâs got his head resting on your shoulder as he watches, noting how you lean your head back against his own shoulder and breathe through his guided touches.Â
âLook at yourself.â He turns his head to whisper right against your cheek. âYouâd let us all take a turn, hm? Wouldnât even know which dick is in you.â
Your eyes open in a roll, landing your gaze on the screen and feeling flushed at the image. You donât care how embarrassing or pathetic you are for this. No, because, look at them. Everyone wants you to act like this.Â
âProbably wouldnât even care either, as long as youâre being fucked. Yeah, thatâs right.âÂ
Nodding in a daze against him, you roll your hips harder, trying to bump his hand against your pussy, trying to prove to everyone that you have three holes and two hands for a reason.Â
You donât flinch when he slides his hands up the leg of your shorts either, pulling them to the side to reveal how wet you are to everyone. Listening to your body and the way it sings to him, brushing his knuckles against the swell of your clit, tapping the space where your hole sits and clenches to be seen.Â
âAh, fuck.â Jay finally lets out in a shaky breath, hand clearly still working himself because, well, he was half hard before you made an even appearance on camera. âIt looks like she pissed herselfââÂ
Heeseung laughs as he drags his eyes to the image between your legs, so wet, entirely drenched through your nearly see-through panties at this point. Jay is right, it does look like youâve pissed yourself, which only makes his cock throb more. That youâre so wet for him? So fucking drenched? God, he doesnât even need lube with you.
You slick up so nice for him, itâs actually becoming painful not to test the stickiness, the slide it offers, the warmth. With this much pouring out of you, like youâve already squirted, surely you could take all of him.
In an instant he pushes you from his lap, making you feel dizzy and light headed because suddenly youâre on your feet in front of him again. He gives you no time to balance yourself when heâs pulling your shirt up and off of you in a huffed out sigh, holding you in place by your tits to keep you from toppling over and breaking his monitor. Â
And when you steady out, his hands run straight down, shoving your shorts and panties down in one go before immediately pulling you back to his lap, holding your arms behind you, and spreading his own legs to force yours open for his friends.
âTake a good, long, look.â Heeseung directs towards his friends, sliding his hand in front of you and using two fingers to present your hole to them. âIf you think sheâs pretty, let her know now.âÂ
Itâs the way Heeseung moves his hand from behind you just to set his headset on your head now, quickly pinning your arms in place again and allowing you to listen to his friends do just that.Â
Immediately, pussy spread and unintentionally clenching in the camera, one of your senses is enveloped with the sound of Jayâs palm shamelessly dragging up and down his hidden cock. Then, the sound of Jake and his deep inhales paired with slight cracked whines, just as shameless, doing much the same.
Then, Sunghoon.
Fucking Sunghoon. Barely moving, but more willing to talk to you with that headset on your head.Â
âThis why you didnât come over?â He asks you blatantly in a breathy voice, glaring at the fingers of Heeseung holding your cunt open for him. âThat could be me right now, but youâre really just going to fuck him? Of all people?â
You groan, lifting your head to give a proud nod and accidentally bumping Heeseung in the chin with the action.Â
The bump forces him to bite his tongue, a metallic taste of the small amount of blood flooding his mouth mixed with saliva when he dips his head, grabbing you by the hair and forcing your mouth to his.
You can taste the blood too, when he presses his wet tongue past your lips without so much as swallowing the mixture first. Practically drooling and spitting into your mouth through the rough kiss. It feels like your drowning, kissing him back like youâve always wanted to, tasting him in a new way now and moaning into it.Â
Like a slut, really. Just fucking moaning. And he only forces more out of you too, as you feel him adjust his hands, holding you here on his lap, rough tongue bleeding against yours, sliding two fingers into you with one push.Â
God, finally. Fucking, finally.Â
Your mouth falls open in a sharp inhale of feeling his fingers, his lips turning to a smirk at hearing one of his friends audibly moan at the image on screen for them. You just showed how much of his saliva you were savoring, diluted red in the drool dripping down your chin through your moan.
Youâre dirty, all four of them can see that much. But only Heeseung gets to feel it.Â
His cock throbs at the image when he strains his eyes to the screen, plunging his fingers in, out, in, out, until he pulls them from you entirely, thrusting them into your open mouth instead.Â
You squeal at the intrusion of his sudden fingers against your tongue, offering a third taste in your mouth. Yourself.Â
âMhm,â Heeseung encourages you. âSuck it up like you did for me the other day.â
You hear Jake gasp at the idea that youâve already done this for Heeseung before, probably leading him to believe that Heeseung has also probably already fucked you.
And hell, with how itâs looking, none of them would be shocked if that were the case.Â
âYouâve been doing this while talking to us?â Jake tries to confirm with you through a breathed sigh, groaning and unintentionally showing that heâŠwouldnât mind.Â
âGod, I donât even want to fuck you now.â Sunghoon on the other hand, isnât so willing and lies, absolutely wanting to be the person fucking your lips with his fingers. âAfter Heeseung? Disgusting.âÂ
Oh, they think heâs fucked you already?Â
You shoot your eyes open, trying to shake your head in a ânoâ at them but still suckling around his fingers.Â
âGoddamn,â Heeseung grunts, rutting up against your back, letting his cock leave leaking little spots of his precum against your lower back. âYour sister would never act like this.âÂ
âYou should be ashamed, but you love it.â He continues, talking, talking, talking. Shoving his fingers deeper, deeper, deeper. âWork that tongue like a good girl.â He continues to whisper from behind you beforeâÂ
Youâre gagging. Feeling his fingers reach deep into your throat and press your tongue down to the point youâre forced to open your mouth wide. Exposing not only your finger-fucked pussy to his friends, but now your open and constricting throat.Â
Sunghoon immediately regrets his insult at you, seeing how wide and open your throat can be. Gagging openly with very little sound as Heeseung compresses your tongue through it.Â
Youâre drooling again, eyes blinking up at the ceiling as if you could possibly find a way to drink away your tears.Â
Thatâs about as much as Jay can take, gripping the base of his weeping length, willing it to stop threatening him with an orgasm before Heeseung really gets you looking pretty. He chokes up through the mic, and the sound runs straight through your body.
There, he watches you moan through an open and dry mouth, throat muscles tensing just to get the sound out. He grips harder, needing to pull his eyes away but struggling so hard to fucking do.Â
âShit, baby. Stop.â Jay calls through the microphone, forcing his friends eyes on him, yours included, as all of you watch him vibrate in his seat in an attempt not to cum. âStop moaning.â
Heeseung hears him say it, and intentionally gags you again instead. Bumping his fingers at the back of your throat with a smile on his face. Glancing between all of his friends, seeing how pathetic they are for what he does to you.Â
The fact that theyâre sticking around at all? Both great and fucking embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than you.Â
Then Heeseung focuses back on you, tears running down your pretty cheeks, mouth agape, throat struggling to adjust still to his fingers despite taking his cock like thatâs the only shape or size it wanted.Â
Ah, your body is so pathetically telling, and he grants you the release of another gag by sliding his fingers out of your mouth and straight back to your warm, pulsing, hole.
Right back in, one hole filled at all times it seems, as he feeds into the whiplash heâs able to give you. You didnât even notice how he shoves you off of his lap until you can no longer see the screen in front of you and are face to face with his keyboard. No frustrated face of Jay, no forced calm and collected expression from Sunghoon, no blatantly bitten lips of Jake.Â
No, only the feeling of Heeseung chasing your hole with his fingers, your hips running from the touch due to sensitivity and buckled knees. He holds you there against his desk, standing behind you and pressing his cock between your ass cheeks. Fingers roughly rubbing your clit, sliding down to fuck into you, then out again to rub you harder.
His friends watch you try to run your lower half away from him, but his eyes stay glued to the camera, as if heâs staring into the soul of his friends.Â
âYou guys wanna see me fuck her?â He comments in a sly tone, cock grinding against you. âI can fuck her.âÂ
âAh, Heeââ You groan as a response, listening to the slapping of palms against cocks only grow more furious and finally relaxing your body to now search for his fingers, just to push yourself back on them. âPlease.â
He snickers from behind you, grabbing a hand full of hair at the back of your head as he rips his fingers from your needy hole, wiping them along your cheek as he forces you to look at him.Â
âAgain.â He demands, now pinching your cheeks with one hand, arching your back more by the pull of your hair. âSay, âPlease, Seungie, fuck me.â He whispers into your mouth, loud enough for the mic to pick up the way you swallow around his words.Â
âSay, âPlease, Hee, give it to me.â He continues, making his voice higher pitched as if to mock your moans.
Sunghoon watches and listens in shock, never once wanting to know that this is how his own friend fucks someone, but goddamn. Itâs like heâs just found the video on page 86 of pornhub that hit just right as he watches. Fucking up and into his fist like his life depends on it, waiting, waiting, waiting, for you to moan out just like Heeseung is telling you to.Â
And itâs the fact that you fucking do, Heeseung watching the way Jake presses his entire body into his chair, staring down at himself with a fast moving palm, so fast that he can see his friend lose himself to the pleasure.
Jay, near tears in his eyes as he watches, probably moaning in your ear like a mad man right now.Â
You fucking say it.
You say both, moaning in a choked gasp when you feel him stick his tip in you at it.Â
âPleaseââ You hiccup as you try to repeat the words again and again for him. âGod, yes.â You rasp out in a deeper tone at the feeling of him slide in.Â
And he keeps sliding in, trying to keep himself from rolling his eyes back when he bottoms out and feels your cunt clench him as if youâll never let it go.
And then, one quick thrust, holding your hair in his hands, arching you harder, his other hand reaching for yours and holding them behind your back, he fucks forward.Â
Your tits bounce with the movement, neck strained to keep your eye on his face as you try to adjust to the full size of him entering you.
âShe just takes it.â Heeseung grunts with a choked breath. âShit, so goddamn tight.â He murmers again, nearly unable to stand on his own two feet how tight you are.
He forces you to look at him through it, squeezing your hands together so tightly through it that you can barely focus on the pain of your positioned body against the feeling of his cock splitting you open with each hard thrust.Â
And then, you let out the most filthy, wet, pornographic cry.Â
Heeseung then brings his attention to his monitor one last time, watching the pathetic mess of people in front of him getting off entirely on his cock driving into you.Â
âI win.â He says with one pointed thrust, keeping his hips pressed against your ass and only pressing in harder, trying to reach another inch in, trying to break past whatever wall inside of you keeps him from impaling you entirely on him.Â
All three friends burst into a feeling of realization, Jake already mid orgasm at the sound of that moan you just cried outâÂ
Then theresâŠ.nothin but the feeling of Heeseung releasing your hands and allowing you to grip his desk through this deep hold of his length inside of you.Â
Suddenly, no sound through the headset, the light of the monitor in your peripheral vision goes off, and Heeseung is breaking his demeanor just to moan out in full again.Â
âDrove them crazy,â He chuckles through a wet groan, now snapping his hips back and leaning forward just to push back into you, deeper, deeper, until his desk ruts against the wall with the tight hold on you. âDriving me fucking crazy.â He whispers, holding his open lips right against your neck when he hunches over in this paused thrust.Â
âYou looked so good.â He says again, suddenly praising you, suddenly able to relish in the pleasure heâs giving you rather than pretending it does nothing for him.Â
You blink away tears, feeling your twisted and turned body, still trying to look at him through this even if heâs released your hands.Â
He can see that look of realization on your face and smiles at that too before shooting his hands to your middle and forcing you back and against him.Â
He keeps his dick in you, too obsessed with the drag your walls offer to him, and holds you against him just to shift to the side and press you back on the misplaced couch in the room. Man cave stuff, and alla that.Â
You watch him guide you face first into the cushions before he is grabbing your hands again, holding them right back in pace behind your back with one hand, and the other pushing your face even further into the pillows.Â
âYou have no fucking idea, do you?â He grunts, slamming into you again, eyes glued to the way your body strains to accommodate the position he wants you in. âHow much better you are?â
Oh. Really now?Â
You smile through suffocated breaths, the fabric of the couch invading the taste of your own breath and forcing you to love it just as much. You bite down, listening to his spilling words.Â
âBegging me like that for my friends to hear, like you didnât know I wanted to do this?â He continues, burying himself deep again and holding it there again. âFucking my pillow instead of me.âÂ
He seems a little more angry now.Â
âTurning my friends on when you wanted me,â He grabs your hair again, pulling you back into that same painful arch and forcing you to stare up at the wall. âAll you had to do was ask, sweetheart, I wouldâve given it to you every time.âÂ
The reality that this is not your boyfriend is so far from you right now. The fact that your sister is working away right now to pay the light bill, gonna come home later and share a bed with this man? Youâre not even jealous.Â
In fact? Youâre on top of the world listening to him want you more.Â
And at this point, Heeseung can tell youâre smiling, looking blankly at the wall and totally lost from this world. This is exactly what he wanted.Â
Such a pretty little sister, winning him over the bitch that wonât even choke on his cock? It could have been so much easier for you. But this was fun for him, watching you want him and know you couldnât have him.
Despite him proving that you could have had him any day of the week.
âAll you had to do was ask.â He repeats into your ear, now slowing his pace until he pulls out.Â
He takes a step back, gazing at the way your open pussy still clenches for him, the way your ass shakes slightly with your legs.Â
âAww,â He coos, blinking at you from behind and reaching forward to flip you over. âYou wanted it so bad too, canât believe you waited.âÂ
You see him now, fully in person rather than through the image on his monitor. His skin looks so much more full of life, cheeks tinted and hair more fucked up than youâve ever seen it. Cock huge, weighed against his leg.Â
Youâre shocked you took all of it like that previously, unable to relish in the pain of it because your senses were overloaded with moans and his own boasting.Â
âYour sister doesnât have to know.â He says now, eyes trailing your body.Â
âAhââ You wince when he licks his fingers and lowers his hand to your clit, one hand spreading your legs out now that heâs got you on your back. âI really didnât know.â
Heeseung chuckles, finding you entirely too cute and endearing as you look up at him with those fucked out lips trying not to quiver at your sensitivity.Â
âYou were too dumb to take a hint.â He leans forward, now, using his hand to lift your leg up to your chest, rubbing his cock right against your hole as he pulls his other hand up now, propping up your other leg. âToo stubborn to realize.âÂ
You nod in a slightly broken way, unsure of if you were the one putting yourself through torture, or if you really were too dumb to notice he was trying to get you to go insane for him.Â
He wanted you to jump on him. He wanted you to take it like this.Â
âAnd you wonât tell her?â You whisper now, losing the ability to think much more when he grinds himself down, keeping eye contact with you, that same smirk you both hated and loved.Â
He shakes his head at you, almost sweetly when he adjusts his cock to slide in again, knocking the breath out of you with a choked moan.Â
âShe wonât find out if you can be quiet when sheâs home.â
Oh fucking no. He wants toâŠcontinue this? This isnât a one time thing? Heâs going to try while sheâs home? While sheâs gone? Arguably, youâre fucking glad.
âWhen sheâsâ?â You try to question, stopping short when he bottoms out in a groan, breathing in through his nose before lending you a tight, short thrust.Â
âMm, yeah, Iâm gonna be in you every day.â He moans, thinking about the image alone of sneaking into your room while his girlfriend is fast asleep.
Fucking you in his bed. In your bed. On the shared couch. Everywhere. Everyday.Â
âGod, sheâd hate us both.â He chuckles through the same moans he canât stop from spilling out of his throat. âFinding out Iâm so deep, so raw like this.â
Fuck. Right.
âWaitââ You come to realization, clenching from panic at the fact that a condom didnât even come to mind. âFuck, Hee, wait!âÂ
He only presses harder now, smiling at how youâve finally managed to come to your senses. Fucking you faster when you try to wiggle your hips away. Fucking you harder, pressing his entire body weight against the back of your thighs just to force you to stay in one place. Pussy open and spread out, clenching his cock so nicely.Â
âGonna fuck you full,â He kisses your forehead with the horrifying words. âYouâll do it for me right? She wonât let me.â
Those words ring in your head. If she wonât let him, you sure as fuck will. You can deal with the consequences later. You no longer fight to pretend heâs not ramming your g-spot, forcing your voice to shake through a cry of his name.Â
âIâm notââ You choke out through cries, feeling your body tense up. âIâm not on birth co-â
âFuckkkk, yes.â He rolls his eyes back at your half spoken words, losing it at the thought of dripping his seed into you and knowing heâs sterile enough to scare you both for good. âTake it,â He thumps his cock as far into you as he can, willing you to nod your head, willing you to love this as much as he does.Â
Itâs the fact that youâre not trying to wiggle away now, he can feel your hole pulse at hit words, the way you want to be better than your sister, the way youâd truly let him.Â
Even more the fact that youâre not the one he should be shooting his seed into. It should be your sister, the woman who wants to marry him, the woman who said she simply wasnât ready to bear his child. Not that you want to either, but goddamn do you want to be fucked full of the possibly, you say it yourself in a harsh grip around his neck, tugging at the long strands of hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âDo it.â You whisper through hiccuped moans, his thrusts scooting you up and down on the couch at the sheer force of them.Â
âYeah,â He nods his head, pressing harder against your legs as he chases the very high youâre asking him to give to you. âYou want it?â He encourages you to keep telling him. He needs you to tell him.Â
You nod frantically, feeling your body tense up again, trying to reach your hands between your legs to rub your swollen clit. Shockingly, that simply touch of your fingers sends you straight over edge, cumming so hard around his deep thrusts that you can barely hear him praise you through it with drawn out groans of âAh, youâre squeezing meââ and âJust like that, Iâmââ
His voice is clear though, when his hips stutter in place and heâs holding himself still. You can feel the pulse of him releasing into you through the last moments of your orgasm.Â
âTake it.â He moans. âTake all of it.â He continues, pulling out half way so that his cum drenches every part of your hole.Â
There, he uses his hand to milk the rest of it out of him, eyes squeezed shut as he feels the sensation of your own orgasm only slick up the inside of you more than he is, and thenâ he rams back in. Pushing his cum deep. So deep that you moan at the feeling, knowing the mess is dripping down your ass, and being shoved so far against your cervix thatâ Well. You panic.Â
Arguably, Heeseung should panic too, but he doesn't as he heaves in a deep and relieved sigh, sliding out of you once and for all.Â
He just looks at you, a mess on the office couch, pussy pumped full of him, swollen, still pulsing.Â
âCan I be honest?â He breathes out after running his hands through his sweaty hair, dropping them down with a slap to your now relaxed legs.
At your silence, he continues anyway. âYouâve never looked prettier than right now.âÂ
And, well. You realize that with those words alone, selfish and self absorbed as you relish in them, you decide you donât care that heâs just fucked you raw without a care in the world that he just cheated on the supposed love of his life. You both have won in this situation, and pregnancy isnât such a scare anyway when he walks away a mere minute later and comes back with a fucking Plan-B pill.Â
Youâre confused by it at first, popping it into your mouth and looking at him with raised brows.Â
âWhy do you just have these?â You ask, still catching your breath.Â
âShe takes one every time we have sex, even with a condom.â He rolls his eyes. You smirk, noting how if thereâs anything you do better than your sisterâŠItâs fucking her boyfriend.
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âș 'Love, love, love, I want your love... you and me could write a bad romance.'
+ Warnings: MDNI/18+ content, smut, kinda slowburn/enemies to lovers, bullying/toxicity, obsession, dom â sub!Gojo, some degradation, namecalling (slâ
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đđĄđČ đđšđđŹ đđŻđđ«đČđšđ§đ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđąđŠ đŹđš đŠđźđđĄ?
This is what you've been wondering since you started at this college. It feels surreal, watching how people fawn over đđšđŁđš đđđđšđ«đź, how they desperately â desperately â follow after his wake. His hoard of brainwashed admirers make it even harder for you to stand up to him, because they're convinced that he can do no wrong.
đđđ, đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đ€đ§đšđ°đŹ đĄđ'đŹ đŹđđ«đšđ§đ đđ« đđĄđđ§ đđŻđđ«đČđšđ§đ, so your attempts to retaliate just earn a wide grin from him. He just thinks you're cute, assuming you're flirting with him, so he purrs back "Don't turn me on now." like you've just confessed how much you want to ride him.
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đŹđąđđŹ đ§đđ±đ đđš đČđšđź đąđ§ đđ„đđŹđŹ, ridiculing everything you like. Your music taste? "That's so basic." he scoffs, but when he goes home that night he's listening to each and every song that you mentioned, thinking of you.
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź'đŹ voice is always sweetened when he talks to you. No, it's not sweetened for anyone else; his words are so venomous but those saccharine syllables throw you off.
đđ đ đđđŹ đĄđđ«đ đđšđš đđđŹđąđ„đČ đđĄđąđ§đ€đąđ§đ đđđšđźđ đČđšđź, hurrying to his car as soon as morning classes end to jerk off in the backseat. Leaky and twitchy, his cock stands upright with only one thought on its mind and that's to be inside you. He throws his head back while giving himself quick strokes, thinking about all the times you've sassed him back, flirted back. Tightening his jaw, Satoru gets off to the fantasy of you obsessing over him â instead of how it really is.
đđ'đŹ đ đšđ đ§đš đŹđĄđđŠđ, openly admitting at parties that he'd "show you heaven" if he had fifteen minutes alone with you. Legs spread wide as he's sat, staring, taking a sip of his drink, Satoru whispers something about you to Suguru â causing his best friend to blush and smack his shoulder, muttering a scornful "Don't talk about girls like that, Satoru."
đđ'đŹ đđ đđĄđđŹđ đđ«đđ đ©đđ«đđąđđŹ, đ°đĄđąđđĄ đĄđ đđđđđ§đđŹ đ«đđ„đąđ đąđšđźđŹđ„đČ, where Satoru's attention is just plastered all over you. You're late? He's asking people where Miss Bunny is. You walk into the room? He sees you before you see him. You say something? He's straining his ears. You're dressed in a tight dress? He's thinking about peeling it off your body just before he slides into you. Oh, you brought a date with? He's going to mutter some terrible rumor into their ear so that by the end of the night you're all alone, just like he wants.
Once your date is gone, Satoru will make his way over to you, slide into the seat that's too small for two people â he'll press his thigh against yours, leaning over you like he's got no sense of personal space. "All alone? Need me to keep you company?" he grins, looking down at you. It only makes him grin wider when you playfully push his face away, "Have you been kissing girls all night with breath this bad?"
"Don't like the smell of liquor, huh? Then I take it you're not down for... ah never mind." he stops mid-sentence, just to tease you, smirking to himself when he sees your eyes light up with a attention.
đđ«đźđ„đČ đŹđđđđ„đąđ§đ đ đ€đąđŹđŹ, đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đ°đĄđąđŠđ©đđ«đŹ đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź đŹđ„đąđđ đČđšđźđ« đđąđ§đ đđ«đđąđ©đŹ đšđŻđđ« đĄđąđŹ đźđ§đđđ«đđźđ, not expecting your reciprocation. The taste of liquor is sharp on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of your mouth â something he's been dying to taste.
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź'đŹ usually the center of attention, but now he's pulling you to the side, tongue exploring your mouth, lips plastered all over you like he's never felt someone better than you. It's just a party, and you're just horny, and he's just there; that's what you're telling yourself as you try to justify why your hands are on his chest.
đđ'đŹ đđ„đ„ đšđŻđđ« đČđšđź, leading you to the backseat of his car. "I hate you." you murmur against his lips, "Shut up and spread your legs." is all that he responds with before his hand finds its way down to your clothed pussy. He squeezes it, smiling about how small it feels in his palm.
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đĄđšđ„đđŹ đźđ§đđ«đđđ€đąđ§đ đđČđ đđšđ§đđđđ with you when he pleasures you with his fingers in the backseat of his car, his clit massaging feeling too good, his fingertip perfectly positioned. "You're so pretty." he says in adoration â totally forgetting about who he is as he watches you shiver and moan from the circling of his fingertips around your puffy clit. "Is it too much?" he whispers, easing the pressure, "Oh, you like it? You want more? Okay, pretty girl. I'll give you more. You just lay back and enjoy yourself."
đđ đđšđźđ«đŹđ, đĄđ đ©đ«đđđđ§đđŹ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđ'đŹ đ§đđŻđđ« đŹđĄđšđ°đ§ đđ§đČ đŹđąđ đ§ đšđ đŹđšđđđ§đđŹđŹ đđđđđ« đđĄđąđŹ, claiming that you imagined it all. You want more and he calls you a 'bitch in heat' with a grin on his face, like he's not the one who stared intently into your eyes while you came all over his fingers that night.
đđšđš đđźđ„đ„ đšđ đ©đ«đąđđ, đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź asks Suguru to ask how you're doing, what you're up to â are you're free on the weekend? And Suguru just sighs in compliance, thinking lower and lower of his best friend because god, how pathetically prideful can one man be? "Just text her." he tells him, to which Satoru responds "No way. That would give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'm interested." and here is where Suguru groans, "Oh my God, what dumb games are you two playing with each other? She says she can't tell you she likes you, and you say you can't give her the satisfaction â you're both insane."
Satoru's eyes light up, "She said she likes me?! When was this? Was she joking? Did she look like she was joking? You can tell by the way the left corner of her lip curls. What are you groaning about! This is serious, Suguru! Take me seriously! What else has she said about me? Does she like my hair? Ask her if she likes my hair. And ask her what her favorite ice cream is â is she lactose intolerant? Suguru, don't walk away from me. I need this information and you're my spy. Come on, I'll pay you."
đđ§đ đđźđ đźđ«đź đąđŹ đŁđźđŹđ đđšđ§đđźđŹđđ, needing a cigarette each time he watches the two of you "fight like you're gonna fuck". Each time you storm off, leaving behind a Satoru who's smiling like a jackass and a Suguru who's shaking his head at his best friend, it seems like it's the last time you'll let Satoru ridicule you.
đđźđ đ§đš, đČđšđź đđšđŠđ đđđđ€ đđ°đš đĄđšđźđ«đŹ đ„đđđđ«, asking Suguru where Satoru is. "I thought you said you hated him and never wanted to see him again?" he sighs, "Never mind. He was asking for you too. Yeah, he's in the hall."
đđ§ đđĄđ đĄđđ„đ„, đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź accuses you of liking his best friend â to which you reassure him that you do not, as if you're his girlfriend. In fact, the argument in the hall goes down like you two are a fighting couple. But of course, while up in your face, Satoru's eyes are on your lips; it's not long before he's crashing onto your lips with a hateful kiss, like he's lost his mind and it's somewhere in your mouth.
đđ§đ đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź'đŹ kisses are so hard that the force of them pins you to the wall â and god, he loves your whimpers. Every noise that he elicits out of you causes his lips to spread into a naughty smile; he keeps kissing you through this smile, lips wet and sore.
. . . đđ§đ đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź'đŹ thrusts are so hard that the force of them makes your thighs and ass jiggle. He feels your hole contract tightly around his cock â and god, he moans like a bitch in heat.
It's so funny, because he accuses you that you moan like a bitch in heat. "Aw, you're so in love with your bully's big cock, aren't you?" he taunts.
The only correct response is a cheeky one; "Says you; you fuck me like you haven't gotten pussy in years." he hears this, then draws out his cock and slams it back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back. He pounds into you harder, hitting spots that all your exes failed to reach, moaning even more pathetically than before.
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź babbles when he's close, "You love me, right? Tell me you love me. Please, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard if you say it."
But immediately after, he pretends like he never begged for any of that, and pretends like his cock didn't twitch and throb and spurt cum instantly when he heard you proclaim love for him.
đđđđđđźđđ€đąđ§đ ? đđĄ, đąđ'đŹ đĄđąđŹ đđđŻđšđ«đąđđ. He loves telling you how much he hates your guts while he's deep in them. He loves making a sloppy mess of you as he claims that he hates you and everything you stand for, feeling how sticky and wet you get at his growling voice. He loves how your greedy hole slicks not just his cock but also his abs, which he tauntingly accuses you of perving on.
đđĄ, đđ§đ đĄđ đŁđźđŹđ đ„đšđŻđđŹ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đČđšđź đ«đąđđ đĄđąđŹ đđđŹ đ§đš đŠđđđđđ« đĄđšđ° đđŠđđđ«đ«đđŹđŹđđ đČđšđź đđ«đ, he holds your hips down hard against his stomach and flexes his muscles against your pussy. "Look at that face, you love this don't you?" he grunts, feeling you slide back and forth over him, "I shoulda cum over myself first and let you ride me like that, huh? You'd love feeling my cum all over your pussy, wouldn't you?"
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź loves cornering you after classes, pressing and grinding his growing erection into your tinier body. "Feel how hard I am â yeah, feel how much I fucking hate you, little slut." he coos against your lips, all up in your face, guiding your hand to his cock.
Of course, you can't even bother resisting the urge to squeeze it, can't even bother hiding how much you want him to ruin you with it. It just makes him grin, seeing you slowly fall apart and heat up after a few minutes of touching.
đđšđ° đąđ'đŹ đđđđ§ đ đ°đĄđšđ„đ đŹđđŠđđŹđđđ«, and he's told you "Don't test me, I'm not afraid to make you an ex. What do you mean we're not dating? Then why do you moan my name on my dick like I'm your man?" and he's crawled back to you, apologizing.
"I didn't mean it, I was just being an asshole for no reason. Come on, will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." he pleads you, eyes persuading you as they always do.
Because of course, he can't attend dumb frat parties without you anymore. To quote what he told Suguru, poutingly over the phone, after begging his best friend to help convince you to come; "What's the point of going if she isn't there? The whole purpose of my outfit this year is to scare the shit out of her... and then fuck the shit out of her. Don't you cringe at me, Suguru, it was your idea! No, you weren't joking! Don't play it off now! You literally told me that she has a kink for that â wait a minute, how'd you find out about that... DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!"
đđ§đČđ°đđČđŹ, đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đ„đšđŻđđŹ đŹđđđ«đąđ§đ đČđšđź đđŹ đ đĄđšđŹđđđđđ đđšđ« đđđ„đ„đšđ°đđđ§, rubbing his dick into you from behind, claiming that he's gonna "Make you scream just like that" again and again tonight, right here in this bathroom. He makes sure to pronounce his muscles, to flex them, to really remind you how much stronger and taller and bigger he is.
đđđŹđđŹđŹđđ? đđš, đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź'đŹ đ§đšđ đšđđŹđđŹđŹđđ⊠"It's you who's obsessed with me; just feel how wet you are." he groans, fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside your pussy. He stares into your eyes intensely as you orgasm on his fingers, intently watching how your lips form his favorite 'o' shape.
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź loves your weak holes, loves your expressions, loves how you crawl back to him for more even though he treats you so bad sometimes.
His nastiness turns you on but at some point, you think enough is enough; you turn the tables on him.
đđĄđđ§ đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đ„đšđŹđđŹ đĄđąđŹ đŠđąđ§đ, because the girl he's obsessed with isn't obsessed with him anymore. He nags you to go on a date with him, he softens his eyes, holds you more gently â "Stop ignoring me." he whines like a child.
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đ đđđŹ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đ€đ§đđđŹ to beg you to go out with him, to kiss him just one more time, to come back to his bed, to sit on his face, "I can prove to you that heaven's on my tongue. What? No, no. I didn't mean all of that. I know I was a jerk to you back then, but please, just give me another chance."
đđźđ„đ„đČ!đđđđšđ«đź đđđđšđŠđđŹ đŠđšđ«đ đ©đđđĄđđđąđ đđšđ« đČđšđź, following after your shadow. But now he's the one at your mercy; you lead him by the hand upstairs to empty rooms during those dumb frat parties, and you ride him until he whimpers like a bitch in heat. "Close already? It's only been fifteen minutes, Satoru. What happened to your stamina?" you taunt him, "Keep it together."
Now riding Satoru pulls the most pathetic sounds out of his pretty lips. His sensitive cock twitches and jumps at just the sight of you, of course it's throbbing and bursting with cum within ten minutes. Sometimes less. And what does he babble as he's about to cum? "Please don't stop." in the most pathetic tone of voice.
đđđđšđ«đź đđ«đąđ§đ đŹ đČđšđź đđ„đšđ°đđ«đŹ, grovels at your feet, mumbles in agreement to the things you want to do. He's just caved in, totally given up on acting tough and mean, given up on pretending that he hates everything you like â he wonders to himself, why did he waste so much time being an asshole? He could have just sat there, like he is now, listening to you yap with hearts in his eyes.
đđšđ° đđ°đš đČđđđ«đŹ đ„đđđđ«, "đđźđ„đ„đČ"!đđđđšđ«đź'đŹ totally smitten, desperate for your attention. Suguru's always commenting on how you've changed him for the better, while Satoru denies having changed at all.
But let his actions speak for his change. He's always cancelling those dumb frat parties to make plans with you. You want to see this new fancy restaurant? Hold on, he's got to buy you a glittery dress for the occasion. What if we went to the seaside? That's not overly romantic, is it? Ring shopping? Relax, he's just a college student, he's not going to propose to you. Buying a diamond ring is just a personal investment for his future.
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hi! i absolutely adore your writing omgg
if itâs not too much trouble i was thinking maybe ethan landry x fem reader and continuing with that dynamic of the dom gf + sub bf in public but vice versa in bed? LOTS of size kink (if youâre comfortable writing it ofc) and maybe some degradation from ethan? ugh that would just be sooo đ©đ©đ©
tysm in advance, no rush in writing, and donât forget to eat and drink water!!
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a/n: guyyys itâs official!! I have my first emoji anon <333 and of course bae, tyyy sm!!!
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ïč â đ Ë â. êł * àŁ àŁ casual dominance with Ethan in and out of bed
Outside of bed, itâs like you both have your roles assigned to each other, you take complete dominance, you ask him to do simple thing you could do like â carry your books, your purse and even cleaning your shared dorm for weeks and weeks without stopping, it was something he found particularly annoying, specially when you basically did nothing compared to him.
âBabe, do you think you can wash those dishes for me?â Youâd ask the taller man in front of you, standing right next to the sink.
âCanât you do them? Youâre already close and Iâm kinda busy right now.â He mutters, focuses on whatever project heâs working in his computer, slightly nibbling on his thumb.
âCome on⊠you always do them for me.â You say in indignation, crossing your arms and huffing before you sit down on the couch.
âYeah but Iâve been doing them for weeks, and again, Iâm busy.â
It almost serves as a warning, and by now, youâd stop, youâd do your own dishes yourself, but you really canât find it in you to stop when you just want him to do one simple chore. â Why canât he do them anyways? Heâs not that busy, is he?
âEthan are you serious? Itâs like two dishes and you spend all your time in that computer, you can spare some time to do it for me, itâs not that difficult.â
See, thatâs what does it for him, because he finally stops what heâs doing to look back at you, raising a brow as if daring you to keep acting that way, and when you do say something else, it doesnât take more than two seconds for him to toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.
Heâs on top of you â all over you the way he likes it, fucking some sense into you with some quick and hard thrusts, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other gently holds your waist.
âThis is just what you needed, huh?â He scoffs. âSome dick so you can finally learn to stop bothering me and do your own shit.â
You donât respond, instead, you press your eyes shut while one hand paws at the one at your throat, moaning as you try to make him let go.
âUh-uh, youâre gonna learn your lesson, youâre gonna learn that when I say no, it means â Iâm fucking busy.â He groans.
He squeezes your neck a little tighter, bring his other hand down and slightly fiddles with your clit, loose and messy movements that somehow do get you closer.
âAnd after this ââ he breathes, leans down to whisper on your neck. âYouâre gonna wash your fucking dishes.â
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sweet as honeycrisp
pairing: sugar daddy!ari levinson x sugar baby!female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you on an autumn-themed date to the apple orchard, and what starts off as a fun and flirty day unfolds into a meaningful turning point in your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, biting, brief cockwarming, exhibitionism, light bdsm, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, very light degradation, lots of teasing, pet names (darling, honey), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 14.5k
a/n: whew i've been working on this for like two weeks now, and i'm so happy to finally be able to post it!!! i was struggling a bit with the emotional throughline of this fic, and i only decided on it very late in the editing game so if some things don't make sense, just ignore it!!! if you can believe it, i originally just wanted to write about a quickie in the apple orchard and it turned into this đ«Ł anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!
âKiss.â
The warm, playful voice of your sugar daddy, Ari Levinson, met your ears as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat of his Lexus, greeting you in the way he always did. When you closed the car door behind you, the sounds of the Manhattan street were silenced, leaving you in the relative quiet with Ari.
Eagerly, you twisted on the sumptuous seat of the expensive car to lean over the center console, brushing a teasing kiss to Ariâs scruffy cheek, your lips grazing the edge of his full beard. His skin was warm and inviting, and you lingered for a moment, breathing in the the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne, smelling of vetiver and leather.Â
When you pulled back, Ariâs blue eyes were glittering with a hint of mischief that made your heart thump with excitement, a warmth blooming in your core despite the cool air of the carâs air conditioning brushing your legs. It was a warm September day, the last remnants of summer clinging in the air as if it protested giving up its seat to autumn.Â
The thought crossed your mind that if any man looked like the embodiment of summer, it was Ari Levinson. His skin was golden with a perpetual tan, and his brown hair had sun-kissed blond highlights that shimmered in the daylight, though they were dimmed a bit in the shadow of his car.Â
Still, as he grinned at you, showing off his pearly whites framed by his dark beard, you couldnât help but feel like the summer sun had taken a liking to you and sat beside you. When he looked at you like that, with that smile and those blue eyes shining like the sun off the ocean waves, you wondered what it would be like to have his attention all the timeâto be more than just the sugar baby he took on occasional dates when he wanted to have fun.
Pushing those bothersome romantic notions aside, you raked your eyes down Ariâs form, noticing that heâd dressed down for your date. He wore a soft denim, long-sleeved button-up over a simple white t-shirt and tailored slacks. Casual loafers and sunglasses perched on top of his head completed the look. Even in such a simple outfit, he looked good.Â
âShow me.âÂ
His voice was a deep rumble that pulsed between your thighs, and you flicked your gaze back up to his face, finding heat in his expression, the same mischievousness in his eyes thatâd been there since you got in the car. The corner of Ariâs mouth was curved in a smirk, and you felt another throb of warmth in your core.
Your lips curled at the edges, a wicked smile curving your mouth as the energy in the car crackled around you, spurring your heart to beat a little faster. You knew exactly what Ari wanted you to show him, and you knew it was naughtyâbut that was part of why you liked spending time with your sugar daddy.Â
Ari was always urging you to be a little daring, to do something that made your heart race and your breath come a little faster. He didnât push you, so much as guide you down the path to depravity, and you followed him willingly. You never felt more alive than when you were with Ari.
So while you smiled at him, you spread your legs on the leather seat of his Lexus, the short skirt of your dress falling between your parting thighs. Ariâs smirk deepened with satisfaction as he watched your movements with rapt attention. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the fabric having ridden up quite high on your thighs.Â
But before you could reveal what was beneath your skirt, you looked away from Ari, and it crashed over you that you sat in a car in the middle of a busy Manhattan street surrounded by other people. There were folks driving in their cars just outside your window and others walking by on the sidewalk beside where Ari was parked. There were even people filling up the buildings that overlooked the street. They were everywhere around you.
âDarling, look at me,â Ari murmured, his tone entreating enough to call your attention back to him.Â
You noticed his sparkling eyes had lost some of their mischief when you looked back at him. But the steadiness of his gaze had you relaxing when you hadnât even realized youâd tensed up, and the corners of your mouth flickered in an uncertain smile.
âDo you trust me?â Ari asked simply. His face was open, no hint of pressure in his tone or voice.Â
For a brief moment, you considered his question, then you nodded your head. You watched as warmth flooded into his gaze, and it made you feel a little more sure.Â
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â
You gathered every ounce of braveness in your body and pulled up the hem of your skirt. There, nestled between your spread thighs, was your bare pussy. The air in the car seemed to heat by a few degrees when you heard Ari suck in a sharp breath.
It had been Ariâs idea for you to go without panties on your date, and youâd agreed, the idea sending excited thrills through your body. Walking through the halls and the lobby of the Manhattan high-rise you called home, youâd felt like you had a secret that only Ari knew, and it gave you a delicious kind of satisfaction showing your sugar daddy how youâd gone without panties, your pussy fully exposed beneath your dress.
âYou have such a pretty cunt, darling,â Ari groaned, his hand sliding up your thigh until the tips of his fingers teased the top of your slit.Â
You bit back a gasp and squirmed in your seat, trying to hold your hips back from thrusting into his touch.Â
âI never get tired of seeing this pussy, and how wet she gets for me.âÂ
His fingers spread your lower lips and he brushed ever so gently over the tip of your clit, making you twitch in your seat, your legs shaking with the effort it took not to close them on his hand and trap him against your heated core.
âAnd the way your thighs tremble for me,â Ari rumbled, pulling away from your quickly dampening slit to grope roughly at your plush softness, his grip possessive in a way your sugar daddy rarely was.Â
âAri.â His name was a breathy exhale, an undercurrent of admonishment in your tone as his touches stoked the blazing fire in your core, making you squirm even more on the seat. A sliver of worry wormed into your mind as you remembered the leather you sat on, which would surely stain if he kept touching you, and you gasped, âThe seat.â
Ari only chuckled, the sound cavalier in a way that made butterflies take flight in your belly, but before you could chide him again, his hand was slipping back between your thighs. Ari dragged a finger from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit and wringing a moan from your lips as your thighs trembled on the seat.
Then he was pulling his hand away, leaving you to drop your skirt to cover yourself, and popping his finger into his mouth. Your sugar daddy made a show of savoring the taste of you, and your head fell back against the headrest. You watched him suck your taste from his skin, your breaths heavy in your chest while Ariâs eyes sparkled with mischief.Â
âMm, sweet as apple pie,â he praised, making heat rush to your face while you shook your head and rolled your eyesâeven as your chest warmed at the compliment. Ari was grinning shamelessly at you when he grabbed your face gently and pulled you gently across the car toward him. âCâmere, darling, see how sweet you taste,â he murmured against your lips before kissing you.
The musky flavor of your body made you moan into Ariâs mouth, your sugar daddy devouring every little noise you made while he kissed you thoroughly. You sank into him, reveling in the smooth glide of his lips and the possessive exploration of his tongue. Your fingers curled around the collar of his denim shirt and you clung to him, feeling the edge of something more in the way he kissed you. It left you breathless when you finally pulled away.
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe.Â
A small, uncertain smile curled your lips, your heart thumping in your chest as you wondered if thatâs how Ari looked at someone he truly cared about. Someone special to him, who had a more permanent place in his life than the sugar baby he called when he wanted to have some no-strings-attached fun.Â
For the briefest of moments, you could pretend Ari was more than your sugar daddy, and you were more than his sugar baby.Â
But then the moment ended, and Ari cleared his throat as he looked away, focusing on the wheel and gear shift of his car to put it in drive. A silent sigh of disappointment gusted from you, and you turned toward the passenger side window, intent on watching the city fly by once Ari eased into traffic.
To your surprise, Ariâs hand slipped into one of yours, his palm pressing against yours while he laced your fingers together. Your breath hitched with uncertainty even as the corners of your mouth flickered in a smile. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his hand in yours, turning it over to trace the veins on the back gently while he maneuvered his Lexus through the Manhattan streets.
It had only been a few months since youâd started seeing Ari, and while his touches were often greedy when you were fooling around, he hadnât been prone to physical displays of affection since the first few dates you went on with him. Back then, heâd reached for your hand a few times, but after a point heâd stopped.
Truthfully, it had been a relief. One of your greatest fears was falling for a sugar daddy who didnât return your feelings, and considering how handsome Ari was, youâd known it was a serious risk getting into a relationship with him. But heâd been so charming and carefree, you didnât think it would be a problem to keep your heart out of things. He didnât seem like he was looking for anything serious anyway.
So youâd focused on having fun, and that had been easy. Ari took you to expensive restaurants with delicious food in New York City, or heâd fly you somewhere else if he was itching to get away for a little bit. During meals, youâd chat about trivial things, then fall into bed together as soon as you were back in whatever hotel room Ari had booked for the night.Â
You didnât quite know why your conversations didnât go deeper than the shallow things you talked about, but you didnât question it. It made everything so much easier if you didnât truly know Ariâif he didnât know you either. So you just stuck to safe topics, like planning dates and having sex.Â
Your relationship with Ari was a nice change of pace for you. He was far from your first sugar daddy, and youâd learned some hard lessons in your past relationships. Too often, sugar daddies wanted to know things you werenât comfortable sharing, but Ari had never pried. Heâd set boundaries and didnât push them. You were grateful for that.
But another part of you, a part that started off small and was growing with every date you went on with Ari, yearned to know more about your sugar daddy. You wanted to know what he liked to do when he wasnât working or taking you on dates. You wanted to know if he had any family, if he celebrated the holidays with them. You wanted to know if heâd ever had his heart broken.Â
Tamping down on those curious thoughts, you focused on the presentâthe music that was playing gently in the car, and the scenery passing by your window. The skyscrapers and high-rises of Manhattan had given way to the tightly-packed homes of the suburbs.Â
Biting your tongue against all the questions you wanted to ask, not even sure how youâd begin to try to get to know your sugar daddy betterâlet alone whether it was a good ideaâyou sat in silence with Ari. The suburbs eventually gave way to the lush forests and hilly countryside of the Hudson Valley, giving you something prettier to look at.
It was too early in September for the leaves to be changing yet, but there were glimpses of golden yellows and warm oranges among the green foliage. A hint of what was to come. Autumn was inevitable and you found comfort in the changing seasons.Â
Cozy weather was right around the corner, and you couldnât wait for it. Hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, butterscotch cookies and mulled wineâyou were a glutton for all the food and beverages associated with the autumn months. And you liked to make them yourself from scratch whenever possible.Â
It was part of the reason youâd wanted Ari to take you apple picking, though he didnât know that. Heâd just accepted the request and planned the date.Â
After a little while more of driving, Ari pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt track. There was a sign for Brothersâ Apple Orchard fixed to a worn, wooden fence, though dense trees hid the farm from view.Â
A little ways down the dirt road, the trees opened up into a large parking lot that was already packed with families and groups of friends going apple picking on the warm September afternoon. The sight and sounds of all the people had nerves twisting in your stomach, and you wondered if it had been a smart idea to go without panties to a place that was meant for wholesome fun.
Youâd long since learned that Ari had an exhibitionist streak, and that day wasnât the first time heâd told you to show up to one of your dates without panties. Youâd always enjoyed the excitement in the inherent risk of wearing a dress without anything underneath, but heâd never taken you somewhere with so many families before. The consequences of getting caught seemed so much worse than they ever had before.
Ari mustâve felt your fingers tense in his because he gave you a comforting squeeze as he pulled his Lexus into an empty space and put the car in park. Once done, he looked to you, his smile faltering when he took in the way your brows were pinched and the corners of your mouth were turned down in an uncertain frown.
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand.Â
You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip as you thought about his questionâreally thought about it.
It weighed on you a little that you didnât know Ari very well, especially since a part of you desperately wanted to, but that didnât mean you didnât know his character. Ari had never pushed you to do something you didnât want to do, and he always checked in with you when you were together, making sure you were comfortable and having fun. So while you didnât know his favorite color, you did trust him.Â
Exhaling slowly, you nodded, your forehead shifting against Ariâs. âI trust you, Ari,â you said, your voice little more than a whisper, like you were telling him a secret in the privacy afforded by the enclosed space of his car.Â
To your surprise, Ari sighed in relief at your words, the exhale so short and quiet, you wondered if youâd heard correctly. But you didnât have time to analyze it because Ari was pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then pulling back to open his door and step out into the September sunshine.
You watched as Ari rounded the front of the Lexus, a charming grin on his face as he winked at you over the hood of his car. It was only because you were alone that you allowed yourself a silly little giggle, your mouth spreading across your face in a wide smile. He opened your door and offered you a hand to help you out.
âCareful, darling, wouldnât want to give anyone a free show,â Ari murmured teasingly while you slid your hand into his, feeling the roughness of his palm against the pads of your fingertips.Â
A zing of thrill went straight to your core at his words, joining the sparks you felt when you touched him. The fingers of your other hand played with the hem of your dress as you stepped one foot out of the car. You darted a look around, finding you had some relative privacy between Ariâs Lexus and the next car over, and pretended to rearrange your skirt.Â
In reality, you flashed your bare slit for your sugar daddy, biting your lip and ducking your head when you heard his sharp inhale. Ari made a low, tortured sound and squeezed your fingers, practically pulling you out of the car before pinning you against the side.
âNaughty girl,â Ari growled in your ear, pressing his big body against yours so you were trapped between his hard muscles and the warm metal of the Lexus at your back. âYouâre going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at me, darling.âÂ
A breathless, disbelieving laugh gusted past your lips before you could stop it, even as your head went a little fuzzy from the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne filling your senses. It felt like the vetiver and leather on his skin was embedded in your mind as a reminder of all the pleasure heâd given you, and with his body pressed against yours, it took you a moment to respond.
âYouâre the one who told me not to wear panties to our apple picking date, daddy,â you reminded him, gripping the soft cotton of Ariâs t-shirt beneath his denim shirt, your fingers brushing against the sides of his tapered waist. You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, brushing your body against his firm form enticingly while your lips grazed along his scruffy cheek. âMaybe you shouldnât have done that if you didnât want me to show you my achy, needy cunt.â
A low growl rumbled in Ariâs chest and he pressed you harder against the side of his car, his body impossibly warm and hard through the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel every firm line of him against your soft curves, including the thick bulge digging into your stomach.Â
Then, as if that wasnât bad enough, Ariâs hands skimmed down your sides and dove beneath the hem of your skirt, palming your ass and kneading your soft flesh with firm, possessive fingers.
âDarling, if you keep saying such filthy things, youâre gonna end up in the back of my car with my cock buried in your achy, needy cunt,â he purred, a threat in his tone that he punctuated by nipping at your ear, making you gasp and arch into him, pressing your tits against his solid chest. âYouâre gonna get us banned from the orchard because you wonât be able to stop screaming while I pound your pussyâis that what you want?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes.Â
In the short time since youâd stepped out of the car, Ari had you feeling wet and aching and empty. Warmth flooded your body that had nothing to do with the sun shining brightly above your heads, and you wanted badly for Ari to free his cock from his slacks and slide it inside you.
But then the shrieking laughter of children punctured the bubble of lust surrounding you, and you remembered exactly where you were. Shaking your head, you dropped your gaze to the edge of Ariâs jaw while you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the fresh air beyond the scent of your sugar daddyâs cologne.Â
Ariâs big body eased back, giving you more room to breathe and you ignored the pang of disappointment at the loss of him. Instead, you let the crisp autumn breeze brushing against your cheeks and dancing between your thighs cool you down.Â
After giving you a moment, Ari curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. His brows were lowered and his eyes looked at you questioningly.
âDo you still want to go apple picking?â he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, as if he needed to force himself not to touch you so you could answer his question. The thought made you smile, and his eyes dropped to your lips, his thumb brushing quickly over the bottom one.Â
âI do,â you said in a light, breathless voice, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. On a whim, you nipped at Ariâs thumb, giving him a smirk when his eyes darkened. âIf you think you can keep it in your pants until later, daddy,â you taunted him, pushing your hips forward so his bulge pressed into your belly.
âYouâre such fucking trouble,â Ari growled before his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. One of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him while the other cradled your head gently, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping possessively past your lips until you were moaning softly into him.
A loud, clearing throat had you finally breaking apart. Both you and Ari turned your heads toward the sound, finding a blonde woman raising an eyebrow at the two of you before cutting her eyes pointedly to the children beside her. Your cheeks heated and you buried your face in Ariâs neck to muffle a cackling laugh.Â
âApologies, maâam,â Ari called gruffly, raising a hand in a repentant wave.Â
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, which only made you laugh harder, pressing your face deeper into the warm curve of Ariâs shoulder as you tried to stay quiet. When the woman and her family were finally gone, you leaned back, giving Ari a cheeky grin.Â
âThink sheâs gonna complain about us and get us banned?â you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up Ariâs chest until they rested on his shoulders, trying not to think about how easy it was to touch your sugar daddy so casually. âTell them we were acting indecently in the parking lot?â
Ari laughed, chucking you under your chin gently before ducking down for a quick kiss. âIf she does, Iâll just buy the farm,â Ari murmured against your mouth. âThey canât ban us if I own them.â
Your breath caught in your lungs at Ariâs pronouncement, surprise making your heart leap in your chest. Your sugar daddy had bought you plenty of expensive gifts since youâd started seeing him, but buying a farm so you could go apple picking in peace was on another level entirely. You had to wonder if Ari was serious, but the look in his eye was genuine when he pulled back.Â
âDonât give me that look, darling,â he rumbled, his heated gaze raking over your face, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly to the side, sending a little thrill through your body. âOr we arenât making it into the orchard.â
You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly and bobbed your head in a nod. Then, you slid away from Ari, slipping from between his big body and the car and taking a deep, steadying breath.
Even with the warm September sun shining down on your shoulders, you felt a little cold without Ariâs heat and shivered. But you told yourself you were being ridiculous, shaking off the shiver and turning back to your sugar daddy.
Ari was standing with both hands planted on the hood of the car, his head hanging between them while he took deep breaths. He mustâve felt your attention on him because he lifted his head and gave you a charming smile.Â
âJust gimme a sec, darling,â he said, shooting you a wink before he straightened and dropped his hands to the bulge in his slacks.Â
You tried not to ogle your sugar daddy as he adjusted himself to make his hard length less prominent in his pants, but you knew what was hiding beneath his clothes and you knew how good his cock felt sliding inside you.
A sizzling, delicious warmth cascaded through your body, and you let yourself watch Ariâs big hands adjusting his bulge for a moment before tearing your eyes away and taking deep breaths of the fresh air to clear your head as much as possible.
A moment later, Ari slung his arm around your shoulders and together the two of you walked toward the entrance to the orchard.
It took effort, but you managed not to look down at the front of his pants, sure that if you did, neither of you would make it any further. And you did want to go apple picking. You had so many things you wanted to bake with the apples you were going to pick.Â
Keeping your chin up and your gaze forward, you and Ari walked to the small, squat red building that served as the entryway to the orchard. One side was for folks heading into the field of apple trees, and you joined the line while scrutinizing the size of baskets and crates you could get for picking.Â
Ari let you choose the size, and you picked a decent size wooden basket, thinking that would give you plenty of apples to use for baking. A farm worker explained that your apples would be weighed when you were done, and you paid per pound. Then they handed Ari a map that specified where each apple variety could be found, and the two of you were set free into the orchard.Â
âWhat kind of apples are we picking today?â Ari asked, peering at the paper in his hand while he snagged the basket from you.Â
You leaned into his side so you could read the map, and pointed when you found what you wanted. âHoneycrisp, honeycrisp!â you chanted, letting your excitement overtake you.Â
Ari chuckled, folding the map and tucking it into his pocket before giving you one of his charming grins. âHoneycrisp it is, honeycrisp,â he teased, smoothing his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours before he began walking into the orchard.
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at Ariâs gentle, familiar touch and the sweet new nickname. Heâd only ever called you âdarlingâ before, and while you liked the pet name, âhoneycrispâ made you feel closer to your sugar daddy because it was meant for only you. It was something people in a real romantic relationship did, wasnât it?
Your feet stumbled a little before you fell into step beside Ari. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked up at him consideringly, wonderingânot for the first timeâwhat he thought of you. If he thought you were someone worth caring aboutâif he thought of you at all when you werenât together.Â
Your sugar daddy flashed an easy smile at you, and you couldnât help but return the gesture, even as you thought about how difficult he was to read. He was always charming and easygoing, and it made it hard to figure out what he was really thinking, let alone what he was really feeling.
You did your best to push those pondering thoughts from your mind and simply enjoy the walk through the orchard with Ari. You reminded yourself that heâd made it clear he just wanted to have fun with you, so thatâs what you were determined to do: Enjoy the warm day and pick some apples with your handsome sugar daddy.
The honeycrisp section of the orchard ended up being quite busy, with families and groups of friends forming small crowds around all the trees closest to the entrance of the field. You paused for a moment, your face falling in a small frown.
Ari mustâve seen your expression because he tugged on your hand and led you past the crowds, strolling down a long row of apple trees to go deeper into the orchard. The excited chatter of other people faded until you could barely hear them and the farm grew peaceful. Finally, you came to the edge of the orchard, and Ari pulled you to a stop at the end of a row of honeycrisp trees.Â
âWow, thatâs a lot of apples,â you said, peering up at the trees around you. They were bigger and taller than the ones youâd passed that were being picked over by the crowds. Their branches were practically bursting with ripe, red apples, the color swirling with yellow and green as it often did with that particular variety.Â
It seemed no one else had thought to escape the crowds and venture deeper into the orchard, because you couldnât hear anyone else around. It was just you, your sugar daddy and the apple trees.Â
It was so perfect you couldnât stifle the beaming grin that spread across your face.
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone.Â
When you finally tore your eyes away from the trees and their bounty, you found him staring at you, something like fondness in his gaze. It struck you that Ari had no idea why you wanted applesâyouâd never told him you liked to bake or what you planned to do with the ones you pickedâbut heâd planned the date and was offering to help you pick as many apples as you wanted.Â
A warmth started in your chest, feeling as though it were wrapping around your heart and filling you up with a dizzying amount of sunshine, until your ribs were nearly bursting with it. Your cheeks felt warm, and your face ached a little from how wide you were smiling.Â
When you realized that you were staring back at Ari with just as much, if not more, affection than was in his gaze, you tried to tamp it down, forcing yourself to scoff lightly at his question.Â
âI think one will be plenty,â you said dryly, turning back to the trees and trying to calculate how many apples would fit into the basket Ari carried. Would it be enough for the apple crisp cheesecake recipe youâd been dying to try? You decided it would have to be.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, honeycrisp?â Ari asked softly, curling a finger beneath your chin and tipping your face to look up at him. He eased your bodies toward each other and your arms wrapped naturally around his waist.Â
It wasnât until youâd pressed your hands to Ariâs back, your hands settling against the solid muscle of him, that you even realized what you were doing. When you did, you froze, feeling a little spooked by how easy it was becoming to sink into Ariâs casual touches and return them. It felt like there was a growing intimacy between the two of you, and you didnât know quite yet how you felt about it.Â
âHoneycrisp?â you asked, latching on to the one thing you could think to say that would delay you needing to answer Ariâs question.Â
Heâd never asked you what you were thinking before. When he checked in with you, his questions were always more direct, and more specific about what you were doing. You didnât know if he really wanted to know, so you hoped a distraction might work.
Ariâs grin turned a little mischievous, like he knew what you were doing, and he wrapped his arms around you, hauling you up against his large, firm body. He ducked his head and nudged your nose with his, tickling your cheek with his beard until you laughed softly into his scruff.
âIt fits, doesnât it?â he asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent warmth dancing through your body. âYouâre sweet as honey and as delicious as an apple crisp.â He kissed your lower lip, sucking on its plumpness with a slow, deliberate drag that had you nearly moaning into his mouth.
âYeah, I like it,â you murmured when he released your lip, your voice obscenely breathy as your eyes fluttered open. You couldnât remember closing them. Being so close to Ari, having his arms around you and his lips on you, was rattling your brain a little.
âNow, darling honeycrisp, tell daddy what had you thinking so hard about those apples,â Ari rumbled, his voice sweetly coaxing as he brushed butterfly kisses along your jaw. His lips were soft and his beard was coarse, and the contrast of the sensations had you sighing softly and melting further into his arms. âUnless you donât want to tell me?â
There was a thread of uncertainty in Ariâs tone as he voiced the question, like he wasnât sure if he was pushing too hard by asking you to tell him what youâd been thinking about.Â
It was so different to how other sugar daddiesâother men in generalâhad treated you. Theyâd always demanded you tell them whatever they wanted to know, as if they had a right to every part of you.Â
But Ari wasnât like that. Heâd never been like that, and it didnât surprise you that the first time he asked something even remotely personal, he was still giving you the opportunity to sidestep the question if you didnât want to answer. It made you want to tell him all the more.
âI was thinking about what I want to bake with the apples we pick,â you answered, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. âAnd trying to make sure one basket would be enough.â
Ari brushed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, as if thanking you for telling him. Pulling back a bit so he could look at you, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.
âYou like to bake?â
You felt a little shy in the moment, ducking your head under the weight of his sparkling blue eyes, and nodded. âYeah,â you said shrugging as if it was no big deal. Then, when Ari didnât reply right away, you went on, filling the silence by answering a question he hadnât asked. âI donât usually tell sugar daddiesâthe one time I did, he got weird.â
Biting your lip to stem the flow of words from your mouth, you winced. You werenât sure if Ari had known youâd had other sugar daddies before him, but it felt awkward to acknowledge the fact even if you werenât ashamed of it. Besides, something inside you rebelled against the idea of lumping Ari in with all your other sugar daddiesâhe truly wasnât like anyone else youâd been with.Â
âWeird how?â Ari asked in a tone gentler than any youâd heard him use before. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, but he didnât try to make you look at him, just stroked your skin with his thumb. The gesture was so profoundly comforting that you lay your head on his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.Â
âOnce he knew I liked to bake, he expected me to bake for him,â you explained slowly, choosing your words carefully. âBut not just bakeâhe bought me an apron and skimpy little dresses to wear underneath it with these ridiculous heels. He wanted me to bake for him andâŠservice him.âÂ
You pressed your face into Ariâs shoulder, remembering the experience and cringing over what youâd let that man talk you into. He was a major reason you appreciated Ariâs boundaries so much. You felt safer, like things couldnât spiral out of your control, with the boundaries your sugar daddy had set in place.
After youâd answered his question, Ari stayed quiet, just holding you, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your neck. His big arms felt so steady around you that you couldnât help but take comfort in them, and you went on, feeling safe enough to tell Ari the rest.
âHe took all the joy out of baking,â you said in a small voice. âI stopped seeing him soon after, but he wasnât happy about it.â
Ari exhaled a sharp breath and he squeezed you in his arms, holding you tight for a long moment before he eased up a little.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead. âI would love to try your baking, but only if you wantâhell, you can come over today and use my kitchen and bake in one of my shirts if you want.â
A relieved laugh gusted out of you, and you were so glad Ari understood that it took you a moment to realize heâd invited you to his apartment.Â
Youâd never seen where he livedâand even though he paid for it, heâd never been inside your apartment either. Ari had always gotten hotel rooms, even for dates in in the city.Â
You hadnât thought much about it beyond appreciating the fact that Ari didnât act entitled to be in your space because he paid for it. But now he was inviting you to his apartment, his space, and you didnât know what to make of it.
Pulling back, you gave him a curious look.Â
âAre you sure?â
Ari leveled you with a look of his own, and though his gaze was serious, there was a hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. âAre you sure?â he countered, his voice going low and rumbly as he went on. âIf you start baking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt, thereâs a very good chance Iâll eat more of you than whatever you make.â He raised his eyebrows, as if to drive home the lewd insinuation of his statement.Â
But despite his dirty warningâor perhaps because of itâyou only warmed to the idea of baking in Ariâs apartment. It sounded fun in a way it hadnât been with your past sugar daddy and you bounced on the balls of your feet as excitement flooded through you.Â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, shifting your arms to wind around Ariâs neck. You used your hold on him to keep your balance as you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek. âI already know what I want to make.â
Ari chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out his phone and telling you to pull up the recipe so that he could forward it to his assistant to make sure his apartment had everything youâd need. You did as he asked and handed his phone back to him, watching for his reaction to the recipe youâd chosen.
To your delight, Ari groaned like he was being tortured, his thumb flicking over the screen as he scrolled through the recipe to look at all the pictures.
âYouâre gonna make this?â he asked, before reading out the title, âAn Apple crisp cheesecake?â He made another agonized sound before looking to you for confirmation.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, knowing he was excited despite the miserable noises he was making, and nodded eagerly to answer his question.
Ari shook his head with a disbelieving look on his face and tapped out a message on his phone before pocketing it again. Then he grabbed you around the waist and hauled you against him again.
âYouâre trouble for my pants, honeycrisp,â he muttered, dropping a too-brief kiss to your lips. âFirst you make me hard enough I feel like Iâm gonna pop my zipper.â He trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck in between his words, his mouth and beard tickling your skin while you melted into his arms. âNext youâre gonna fill me up with apple crisp cheesecake until my button breaks.âÂ
You made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan as you tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to nip and lick at your neck while you clung to his shoulders, your knees going weak from your sugar daddyâs attention.Â
âYou donât need to eat that much cheesecake, Ari,â you wheezed in between bouts of laughter, giggling harder when he nipped playfully at your ear.
âIf itâs as delicious as you, I donât know how Iâll be able to stop myself,â he flirted, kissing the spot just beneath your ear that had you shivering in his arms.Â
âAri,â you said his name on a breathy exhale, and it was a good thing his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, because you didnât have any hope of responding to his compliment. Instead, you showed him how much you appreciated it by kissing him back hard, your fingers tangling in his soft brown hair as you clung to your sugar daddy and made out in the apple orchard.
By the time Ari pulled away to let you get some air, you were breathless and happier than youâd been in a long time. To your own surprise, you felt good about opening up to Ari and telling him about your past bad experience. Heâd made you feel heard and cared for, all while giving you reason to believe heâd never do anything like that to you. He made you feel safe in a way you hadnât with any of your other sugar daddies.Â
Because of all that, you were actually excited to finally see his apartment. It felt like an important step, the beginning of something new, perhaps something deeper, and though there was an undercurrent of anxiety in your belly, you were more excited than anything else.Â
And if you werenât mistaken, Ari looked excited, too. His eyes were looking at you with affection in their depths, and his mouth was curved into a genuine smile.Â
As he grinned down at you, Ari let his hands slide down from your lower back to your ass, groping you through your dress before swatting the soft cheeks lightly.Â
âAlright, honeycrisp, these apples wonât pick themselves,â he teased good-naturedly. âAnd Iâve got a craving for some apple crisp cheesecake now.â He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.
But you forced a serious expression onto your face and gave him a mocking salute. âYes, sir,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to tamp down on the smile that wanted to break free.
You lost the battle when Ari gave a loud laugh, his head tipping back and the sun shining down on his golden face while he gave into your silliness. He recovered quickly, though, looking back down at you fondly as he rumbled, âThatâs âyes, daddyâ, to you, honeycrisp.â Then he slapped your ass a little harder to urge you to get a move on before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away and turned in the direction of the apple trees.
To ease some of the disappointment you both felt, Ari gave you a salacious wink that had your cheeks warming again. You couldnât even blame the September sun on the heat in your face. Your sugar daddy was just so hot, it was hardly even fair.
To distract yourself from wanting to curl up in Ariâs arms and say to hell with apple picking, you snatched up the basket heâd dropped, arching your back and popping your ass to give him a peek at your pussy, then straightened and skipped to the nearest apple tree to start picking.Â
When you chanced a glance over your shoulder, you saw Ariâs eyes were heated and staring at the way your skirt fluttered around your ass, his big hand palming his bulge in his pants. You wiggled your ass for him, turning back around to hide your laughter when his long-suffering groan met your ears.Â
But you couldnât keep your eyes off Ari and you turned your head to watch him out of the corner of your eye, catching him swiping a hand down over his face while he shook his head. Something about the gesture sent your heart pitter-pattering in your chestâwhich only got worse when Ari caught you looking and winked while he adjusted himself in his pants.
You felt giddy as you refocused on the tree in front of you, your breaths coming in soft little gasps as excitement and desire swirled in your core. It took you a long moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that you could not jump your sugar daddy in the middle of an apple orchard that was open to the publicâno matter how much you desperately wanted to.Â
With slightly shaking fingers, you began to pick apples, doing your best to pay attention to what you were doing and make sure you were selecting the best fruit you could find. If Ari was going to try your baking for the first time, you wanted your apple crisp cheesecake to be the best that it could possibly be.Â
Ari came to stand beside you, and though you wanted him to put his hands on you, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to the task of picking apples, even reaching up to the branches that were too high for you. In turn, you showed Ari how to check for bruises and other unwanted things in the fruit before adding them to the basket at your feet.
Between the two of you picking apples, it wasnât long before the basket was nearly overflowing, but you were having so much fun, you didnât want it to end. So when Ari asked if you still needed more, you gave him a shy smile and said just a few. You didnât want him to go get another basketâbecause, really, you didnât need that many applesâbut you didnât want the apple picking part of your date to end just yet.
Your sugar daddy seemed to understand your desire to linger because he didnât call you out on the fact that your basket could barely hold any more apples. Instead, he flashed you an indulgent grin and nodded, joining you under the apple tree where youâd been picking.Â
But rather than moving beside you, as heâd stood while youâd worked together, he came up behind you so that his chest was brushing against your back. His hands settled lightly on your waist, loosely caging you in beneath the apple tree with your body facing the trunk.Â
He ducked down so his scruffy, bearded cheek was pressed to yours and pointed to a cluster of apples just out of your reach. âWhy donât you grab one of those?â he suggested, the practiced innocence in his tone nearly making you snort with laughter.Â
You knew Ari was playing a game, you could feel it in the mischievous tension crackling in the air, and you were almost certain it would lead to some sort of naughtiness in the orchard. But your body was wound tight, and you wanted to get up to a little mischief with your sugar daddy, so you decided to play along.Â
âI canât reach, daddy,â you simpered, proving your point by reaching your hand up to show that the apples were too high up, your fingertips only barely grazing the fruit. You used the movement to deliberately push your ass back into Ariâs lap and you had to smother a giggle when you felt the hard ridge of him in his pants.
âLet me help, honeycrisp,â Ari rumbled, and though you couldnât see his grin, you knew it was there by the warmth in his voice. You bit your lip against your own wide smile.
Ariâs hand slid down your side, all the way to the back of your thigh, before he gently grabbed your leg behind your knee to lift it until your foot was planted on a low branch. Then he guided your hips deeper into his lap, where you could feel the long, stiff length of his cock wedging between your ass cheeks through your thin dress.
âCâmon, honeycrisp, reach a little bit more,â he urged, tilting your hips and bending his knees so that his hard bulge was pressed against your bare slit. Then he surged forward, lifting you just a little off the ground while he dragged the thick length of his cock against your weeping pussy.Â
You fell helplessly against the trunk of the tree, the apples forgotten as a low moan slipped past your lips. Ari teased you with his clothed cock, and your spine arched to bare more of yourself to his hard bulge. Craning your neck to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder, you gave him a desperate, pleading look.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a whine, pushing back into his lap and wiggling your ass side to side to try to entice him into giving you something more. Youâd been teasing each other all day, and you were hitting a breaking point. You needed him to give you something.
Ari chuckled, burying his face in the side of your neck, his deep laughter rolling deliciously down your spine and settling between your thighs, until you were pulsing with desire. He curled around your body until he was surrounding you, your smaller form fitting perfectly within the cage of his arms.Â
He reached above you and easily plucked the apple heâd directed you to pick from the spot you hadnât been able to reach and presented it to you. At the same time, his other hand began to wander, groping your soft tits until you moaned prettily again for him.Â
âDoes it pass your inspection, darling?â he asked, urging you to focus on the apple he held in front of you.Â
Truthfully, you didnât care anymore about picking applesâyou had plenty of them in the basket at your feetâbut you did your best to look it over. You turned it over in your trembling fingers, checking for bruises and bugs. Finding it to be perfect, you nodded.Â
âYes, daddy.â
âGood girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket.Â
You had to bite back a whine at the loss of him, but he was back against you a moment later, his warmth surrounding you as his arms curled around your body. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your tits, kneading them in his big, strong hands until your head fell back against his shoulder and you let out a soft whimper of need.
âNow is that enough apples, honeycrisp?â he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
âYuh huh,â you mumbled, nodding weakly as you arched your spine and pushed your chest into Ariâs hands. He rewarded you by pinching and plucking your nipples through the soft cotton of your dress, wringing a weak whine from your lips. âPlenty.âÂ
âGood,â Ari rumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his mouth licking and nipping at your skin like you tasted as sweet as the fruit youâd been picking, his rough beard making you shiver in his hold. âBecause if I had to see your pretty pussy winking at me from beneath your skirt one more time while you were bending over or reaching for some apples, it was going to drive me fucking wild.â
A low moan slipped free from your lips while one of Ariâs hands skimmed down your front, sliding under the hem of your dress and cupping you between your thighs. His big hand covered your entire mound, which was sticky with your juices.Â
He growled when he felt just how wet you were, the sound reverberating down your spine and making your pussy spasm, more wetness dripping from your slit and into his palm.
âFuck,â Ari ground out through gritted teeth, his voice rough with his own barely leashed desire. âYouâre soaking wet for me, honeycrispâI gotta feel you,â he said, an urgency in his voice as he sank two fingers into your drenched hole, pulling another moan from you. His hips were grinding his bulge against your ass so hard, you could feel him throbbing. âGotta feel this tight warm cunt on my cock, âm not gonna make it back to the carâneed you now.â
âAri,â you whispered harshly, trying to sound angry, but the two syllables of his name came out dipped in desire and you felt your sugar daddy shudder against your back, his fingers working harder inside your sopping cunt, his palm making soft slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
Despite your weak protest, you rolled your head to the side on Ariâs shoulder, peering through the branches of the tree toward where youâd left the crowds of other apple pickers. They were still so distant you couldnât hear them over your soft, gasping breaths, but there was no telling when someone might stray from the others. They could stumble upon you at any moment.Â
The only protection you had from wandering eyes were the branches of the apple tree. Thankfully, they were close enough and the leaves dense enough that you couldnât see much beyond Ariâs big body, but if someone came close enough, theyâd no doubt hear you or Ari, and then youâd be caught.
âWeâre going to get arrested,â you scolded in a hushed tone before turning your head to bury your face in Ariâs beard and stifle the moan on the tip of your tongue. He hadnât stopped fucking you with his fingers and your reluctance was ebbing from your body just as surely as your desire was leaking into his hand.Â
Instead of responding to your statement with the seriousness you felt it deserved, Ari simply chuckled against your cheek and used his thumb to circle your clit, making your hips jerk into his hand, your body wordlessly begging him for more while you muffled a whine into the underside of his jaw.Â
âWeâll be fine, honeycrisp,â Ari soothed in a placating tone that made you growl like a feral kitten into his throat, so he switched tactics, his voice going low and rough. âDonât you wanna feel me, honey?â He asked, grinding his hard length into your soft ass until you mewled pathetically. âDonât you wanna drip your sweet juices all over daddyâs cock like a good girl?âÂ
It was on the tip of your tongue to give in. You knew you shouldnât. You knew there was a very real possibility that you could get caught, and it was only your fear of the potential consequences that held your words at bay. But Ari was well acquainted with the fear that held you back, and he knew exactly how to help you break through it.Â
âJust the tip,â he murmured, his voice so warm you could hear the smile in it. âJust take the tip, and stay quiet, and weâll be golden.â He nuzzled your face, his beard rasping over your soft skin and sending tingles of delight all through your body.Â
You knew it was a ploy. You knew that Ari knew that youâd never be able to settle for just the tip of his cockâafter all, you never had before. But it was easier to pretend you could settle for just the tip than to say yes to Ari fucking you in the middle of the apple orchard when there were people not too far away. It was the small step you needed to break free from your fear.
Lifting your head, you looked around. There was nothing to see except dense branches and leaves and endless apples. Ariâs body hid you entirely from sight, and you still couldnât hear anyone else close by, so if you stayed quiet, you really could get away with a quickie in the orchard.Â
A wicked smile spread across your face and you turned your head to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder.
âJust the tip?â you asked, you voice laced with suggestion. You knew Ari was going to end up sinking much more of his cock into you, but you wanted to play along for a little bit. âPromise, daddy?â Your question was meant to sound innocent, but you couldnât help the way the corners of your lips wavered in an eager grin.
Ari chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, because he knew exactly what you were doing. âI promise, darlingâŠâ he said, trailing off as he pulled his fingers from your pussy with an embarrassingly wet sound that made him grin. âUnless, of course, you beg me like a good girl.âÂ
âHurry, daddy,â you cooed, wiggling your ass against Ariâs bulge, a teasing smile on your lips as you watched him over your shoulder.Â
Ariâs eyes darkened and then he was using his clean hand to fumble with his belt and fly while he swatted your pussy playfully with his drenched fingers. You gasped and twitched, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably as desperate keening sound slipped from your mouth.
At your urging, Ari wasted no time, shoving his pants open and pulling out his cock, pushing your dress up over your ass and rubbing the tip through your drenched folds. Both of you groaned, Ariâs face falling forward against your shoulder while you grabbed onto the trunk of the tree in front of you, trying to stay upright while your knees trembled.Â
Then Ari was pushing inside, the head of his cock sinking into the warmth of your pussy. The stretch of him was too delicious, and you moaned louder than was wise, but you couldnât help yourself. He felt too good.Â
âWhatâd I say about staying quiet?â Ari rumbled in your ear, right before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. The tart taste of your wetness mixed with apples burst on your tongue and you moaned again, licking wildly at his fingers to get as much of it as you could. âMm, thatâs it, clean up your mess, honeycrispâshow daddy what a good girl you can be.â
Ariâs other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady while he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, pushing into your tight hole and pulling free until the tease of it drove you wild.Â
âMm-oah, mm-oah,â you begged around Ariâs fingers, trying to push back on Ariâs stiff length and take more of him, but he held you still, forcing you to take only what he gave you. You bounced impatiently, the foot that was still lifted on one of the branches shaking it so furiously, the leaves rattled and a few apples dropped to the ground.
âOh, did you want something, honey?â Ari asked, his tone filled with mocking innocence as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You shot him a half-hearted glare over your shoulder, pouting.Â
âI need more, daddy, please,â you begged, giving him your best desperate, pleading look while you pushed back against his hold, reveling in the way he didnât let you move to take him further. âPlease split me open with your thick cock, daddyâI need it.â
Ari blew out a sharp breath. âFuck, I wanna tease you some more, but I canâtâneed you too bad, honey,â Ari rasped, squeezing your hip while his other arm wrapped loosely around the front of your throat, so the bulge of his bicep was just beneath your chin.Â
âRemember, stay quiet.â His hushed words were your only warning before Ari slammed into you, shoving every inch of his hard cock into your wet, needy cunt.Â
A scream welled up inside your chest, your mouth dropping open as it clawed its way up your throat, but at the last second before it was set free, you managed to bury your face in Ariâs bicep. Your teeth sank into his warm, golden skin and you bit your sugar daddy while you screamed into his arm.Â
His tortured groan was loud, but only because it poured directly into your ear, the sound dripping in pleasure as your inner walls squeezed his hard cock and made room for the thick length of him in the depths of your body.
Bliss consumed you, the stinging edge of Ari pushing inside you so fast and stretching you so suddenly making your body burn all the hotter. Already, your cunt was pulsing around Ariâs cock like you wanted him to stay buried inside you for a long time and you sighed happily, pulling your teeth from your sugar daddyâs arm.Â
While Ari gave you a moment to adjust, his hand kneading the plush softness of your hip, you kissed and licked at the indents your teeth had left in his skin. He chuckled, brushing a kiss against your temple, an acceptance of your wordless apology.Â
âReady, honey?â Ari asked softly, nuzzling your cheek while he rolled his hips, grinding his cock into you in a way that had you moaning again. âThis is gonna be hard and fast. I canâtâI gotta pound your pretty pussy,â he rumbled, his tone almost apologetic with the urgency in it. âGotta feel you dripping around me, squeezing me, milking me.â
His hand shifted from your hip to slip between your thighs, his fingers finding your slippery clit and rubbing the puffy pearl. He grunted when you clenched around him, his fingers stroking you harder and winding your pleasure higher while he rolled his hips, fucking you in short, sharp thrusts.
âFuck, honey, fuck,â he bit out, his breaths heavy in between every word. âTell me youâre ready for me to move.â
âPlease, yes, move,â you cried propping your chin on Ariâs bicep while your nails dug into the trunk of the tree in front of you. You used your grip to brace yourself and push back on Ariâs cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. âNeed you, daddy, please, please, please,â you babbled, your voice coming out strained with the effort to keep it quiet.
âFucking right you need meâjust like I need you,â Ari growled, pulling his hips back and slamming forward, driving into you with so much force, you could hear the soft sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. âYou have the sweetest, tightest pussy Iâve ever hadâbest fucking pussy in the world. I dream about it when Iâm not with you,â he confessed, his words rough like heâd pulled them from the depths of his soul. âDream about pumping you full of my come until your bellyâs bulging with me, honey.â
Your mind reeled at Ariâs confession even as your body sank deeper into his hold. You were still trying to catch up on processing his words but your pussy was clenching around his cock greedily, as if begging for him to come inside you already.Â
In that moment, a singular truth crystalized in your mind: Youâd been deluding yourself into thinking you didnât care for Ariâthat he didnât care for you. It was very clear that Ari did care about you, and you cared about him.
All those boundaries in your relationship, you realized youâd been the one creating them, not Ari. Ari had been patient, chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself until heâd somehow found his way in. Heâd dreamed about you, and youâd thought he was just another sugar daddy looking to have some fun. Youâd been so wrong about him.
At the weight of your realization, you nearly collapsed against the tree, but managed to hold yourself up, sobbing with pleasure and emotion. Ari seemed to sense the shift in your mood and he slowed his movements, as if he was going to stop, but you shook your head, feeling feral with your need for him.Â
âPlease, daddy,â you cried softly, your voice hoarse with the flood of affection filling your heart. It was emphasized by the feeling of Ari inside you, surrounding you, your body cradled in his arms while he fuckd you like he wanted you to never forget the feel of him. âFill me up, make me your perfect little cumslut, daddy, just keep meâkeep me.âÂ
âAlways,â he rasped, his lips at your temple. The promise in that single word buried deep in your heart, taking root.Â
Something changed between you and Ari, and you knew he felt it too because he started fucking you faster than before, his hips snapping harder against your ass so he could push deep into your cunt with every thrust.
âFuck, honey, âm almost there, are you close?â he rasped, his tone desperate.Â
Your head bobbed in a nod.Â
âUh huh, âm close, just need a little moreâŠâ you trailed off in a whine, trying to push back on his cock and grind your clit against his stroking fingers at the same time.
Thankfully, Ari understood what you were begging for, and he rubbed you harder, his fingers relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure while he rutted into your cunt.
âCâmon, honey, come on daddyâs cock,â he rumbled in your ear, his voice deliciously deep to match his dirty words and push you closer to the edge. âBe a good little cumslut and milk my cock, make me fill your sweet pussy with all my come, honey.âÂ
You buried your face into Ariâs bicep again, your teeth sinking into his skin as you screamed your release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body, until your limbs were trembling and your fingers were shaking against the outside of Ariâs arm, having forgotten when youâd let go of the tree to cling to him.
With a grunt, Ariâs cock twitched inside you, reacting to the sting of your bite and the merciless grasping of your inner walls around his hard length. His hips stuttered, then he started fucking into you wildly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he chased his own release.Â
âGood girl, honey, so good, feel so fucking good milking daddyâs cock,â he muttered, cutting off on a deep groan while his cock throbbed inside you.
Ari spilled himself deep in your cunt and you moaned weakly, pulling back from his arm and licking his golden skin to sooth the indents your teeth had left behind. He tasted like salty skin and sweet apples and you hummed in pleasure as you rode out the remainder of your release with your bodies writhing together.
After a few long moments basking in the glorious afterglow of coming together, Ari took a deep breath and shifted his arm, chuckling lowly when you whimpered at the loss of his bicep to lick and kiss. He made it up to you by turning your head and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all the affection you finally knew he felt for you into the way his mouth moved against yours.Â
When he pulled away, leaving you slightly breathless, Ari leveled you with a serious look.Â
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ.Â
Youâd been too wrapped up in your own head to notice the way it rolled off his tongueâit was an endearment for someone Ari cared about, someone who was special to him, as he said.
Biting your kiss-swollen lower lip, feeling a little abashed that it had taken you so long to realize what Ari felt for you, you nodded. You could feel your cheeks warming, and tried to duck your head, but Ari only chuckled and caught your lips in another kiss, though it was briefer.
When heâd kissed away your anxiety, Ari set about extricating himself from you, pulling free from your body and helping you down from the tree. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and then helped smooth your dress back over your hips before doing up his slacks. You turned to him, brushing his hair back from his face and warming at the way he was smiling down at you.Â
Ari had an infectious grin on his face, and you couldnât help but return it, your heart feeling warm and cozy in your chest.Â
The two of you smiled goofily as you helped right each otherâs appearances. Once youâd fixed yourselves as much as possible, Ari stooped down to pick up the basket of apples youâd picked, then grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and planting a kiss on the back of your palm before heading off back to the farm stand.
As you walked past all the crowds of people, you were certain everyone knew what you and Ari had gotten up to in the orchard, but no one stopped or stared or said anything. They were all too focused on their own friends and families and the task of apple picking to notice you and Ari, or your big, silly smiles.
At the farm stand, Ari paid for the apples, then loaded them into his Lexus before helping you into the passenger seat. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, then rounded the front of the car and slid into his own seat.
You were quiet on the drive back to the city, your mind ruminating over the beginning of your relationship with Ari. When you thought back to your first few dates, you realized youâd been the one who was hesitant to answer any personal questions from your sugar daddyâand youâd never asked any of him. Youâd also been the one to balk at the idea of either going back to his place or your apartment, leading him to get hotel rooms.Â
Ari had been the one to respect your boundaries, even as heâd tried to get to know you better. Heâd tried to ask you questions you felt comfortable answeringâit was how heâd found out you liked apple picking, because youâd chosen it as a fall-themed date. Heâd been so careful with you, it made your heart hurt a little that youâd kept him at armâs length for so long.
Turning from the scenery of the foliage fading into the cityscape of New York, you ran your eyes over Ariâs profile. His expression was easy, relaxed and open, the hint of a smile on his face. Youâd thought he just always looked like that, but you realized it was because he was with you.Â
Reaching across the center console, you scooped up Ariâs hand and laced your fingers through his before settling your joined hands on your thigh. He glanced at you, shooting you a quick smile and squeezing your fingers, before turning back to the road.
By the time the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the high-rise on the Upper West Side where Ari lived, you were resolved to try to let your guard down a little more around him. Ari had shown you he could be trusted with your heart just as much as your body, and you were determined to show him you trusted him with all of you.Â
Still, it was a little intimidating walking into his apartment for the first time, the anxiety that he was only bringing you there because he wanted something from youâsomething you didnât want to giveâwas a knot in your stomach. But then you looked at Ari and you realized heâd never do that to you. He was bringing you to his home because he wanted to, not because he wanted something from you.Â
Ariâs penthouse was warm and cozy, decorated in dark brown wood and warm golden tones, with hints of blue that reminded you of the ocean. You realized you knew Ari was a fan of the beach, because so many of the trips heâd taken you on had been close to the water. Walking into his home felt like walking into a reflection of his heart, and you didnât take that for granted.
After setting down the apples on a table next to the door and stepping out of your shoes, Ari took you on a tour of his apartment, both the upstairs and the downstairs (because it was big enough to have two floors!). He showed you every room, including his bedroom and his study, tugging you into each by your joined hands when you seemed hesitant to enter his spaces.
Ari left the kitchen for last, but the two of you lingered in the living room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. Ari wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you lightly from side to side, almost like you were dancing.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, Ari,â you said, looking out over the city and appreciating the way the buildings and treetops were cast in the warm, yellow glow of afternoon sunshine. An errant thought crossed your mind, that you could get used to the view from Ariâs apartment. It was stunning.
âThank you, honey,â Ari murmured, dropping a kiss to the base of your throat while his arms squeezed you tighter. He buried his face in your neck, so his words were a little muffled when he said, âI always hoped youâd like it enough to want to come over again and⊠again.â
You could hear in the pause of his words where heâd stopped himself from saying something different, and you wondered over it. But you knew yourself well enough not to ask. If just walking into his apartment felt like a big step, you knew asking him what heâd meant to say might spook you a bit too much, and you didnât want that. So you just hummed in response.
Ari chuckled, like he somehow knew it was taking effort for you to be in his apartment, and he thought it was cute how difficult it was for you. His mouth trailed up your neck, effectively distracting you from your thoughts, before nipping at the edge of your jaw.Â
âWant to see the kitchen now?âÂ
Nodding so eagerly, you nearly head-butted him, you turned in his hold and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Ari gave you an affectionate smile, then grabbed your hand and led the way to the kitchen.
Heâd saved it for last, and when you stepped inside, you understood why. A gasp slipped from your lips as you took in the beautiful space. The color scheme of the apartment carried over to the kitchen, with dark brown cabinets and lighter wood countertops. There was a pop of blue in the backsplash, and all kinds of expensive gadgetry.Â
You were so busy taking everything in, it took you a moment to spot the brand-new stand mixer sitting on the counter in a color that matched the rest of the room. Beside it were some of the ingredients youâd need for the apple crisp cheesecake youâd told Ari you wanted to make and you realized his assistant mustâve already come and gone.Â
Walking over and running your fingers over the sleek mixer, tears welled up in your eyes. It took effort to blink them away, and you shook your head slightly at yourself. It seemed silly to be crying over a stand mixer, but it felt bigger than that, like it was a sign of Ari making room in his life for you. He wanted you there, he wanted to keep you, like youâd begged him to.Â
âEverything ok, honey?â Ari asked, coming to stand behind you, but not touching you, giving you some space while you processed everything youâd realized that day.
âYeah,â you said, your voice thick, no doubt giving away the emotion you were feeling. Before you could overthink it, you spun around and threw your arms around Ariâs shoulders, launching yourself at him for a tight hug. âYou bought a mixer,â you stated, as if that was explanation enough.Â
A soft laugh rumbled in Ariâs chest and he swept a hand down your spine, comforting you while a few tears leaked down your cheeks and into the collar of his denim shirt.
âWell, yeah,â he responded good-naturedly, a smile in his voice. âI did say I wanted you to want to come back, didnât I?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, laughing a little at his comment. Then you murmured, in a small voice, âThank you.â
âAnytime,â Ari said, sounding genuine.Â
For a long moment, you hugged him, and then you pulled away, swiping at your cheeks to clear away any tears or makeup.Â
âIs the offer still open to bake while wearing only your shirt?â you asked, tipping your head back to smile shyly at Ari while your fingers played with the collar of his button-up. Â
A grin spread across his face while shrugged out of the denim shirt. Then, to your surprise, he yanked his t-shirt off over his head, asking you which one you wanted.Â
You took the denim one with fumbling fingers, your eyes raking over his bare chest while warmth bloomed deep in your core. It wasnât the first time youâd seen Ari shirtless, of course, but you never got tired of looking at the expanse of his golden skin, dusted with dark brown hair that you wanted to rake your nails through.Â
Ari let you look for a moment, using your distraction to help you slip out of your dress. Then he eased your arms into the denim shirt and buttoned it up, his big hands pausing briefly to grope your soft body every few moments.Â
There was a glimmer of deep satisfaction in his blue eyes when he stepped back to look at you in his shirt.Â
âMm, you look so pretty, honey,â he rasped, taking one last look before crowding you into the counter at your back. His gaze darkened as he stared down at you, his grin turning wolfish when he rumbled, âI think I need a snack before you start baking.â
That was your only warning. You shrieked with surprised laughter when Ari hauled you back into the living room and tossed you down on one of his leather couches. Your giggles cut off abruptly in a moan when Ari descended on you, burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you like he was starving.
Your fingers twisted in Ariâs brown hair while he ate your pussy, encouraging you to scream your pleasure in the comfort of his home while he made you come against his mouth. You shattered apart with a loud cry while he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth greedily devouring your release, and the come heâd buried inside you earlier, like he hadnât eaten in days.Â
When he finally pulled away, Ariâs beard was soaked in your juices and he grinned up your body while you lay limply on the couch, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Chuckling at the sight of you sprawled out on his couch, Ari pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking the traces of your release from your skin.
âFuck, honey, I canât get enough of you,â he rumbled, his big hands kneading your plush thighs and hips, proving his point since it seemed like he couldnât stop touching you. The blatant need and desire in his voice sent a shiver racing down your spine.
âIf you keep going, I wonât have the strength to bake,â you warned him in a breathless voice, managing to lift your head enough to give him a stern look.Â
Ari laughed into your thigh, pressing one last kiss to your skin before he raised up and gave you a wink. âCanât have that,â he quipped, grabbing your hands and helping you up off the couch. You stumbled a little, your legs weak from your orgasm, but Ari caught you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist while he led you into the kitchen.Â
Once you were propped up against the counter near the stand mixer, Ari left to retrieve the apples from the entryway. When he returned, you noticed he carried a pair of slippers that matched the ones heâd put on. Without saying a word, he set them on the floor next to your bare feet and carried on to start washing the fruit in the sink.Â
You stepped into the slippers, your heart warming when you realized they were a perfect fit. For a long moment, you stared at Ariâs bare shoulders and broad back, wondering how youâd ever kept such a thoughtful man at armâs length. Well, you decided, once again, you wouldnât be doing that anymore.Â
Turning back to the stand mixer and the ingredients, you organized everything on the counter, going to the fridge to pull out everything else youâd need.Â
To your surprise, you and Ari worked well together in the kitchen. Once he was done cleaning all the apples youâd picked, he asked what he could do next, and you put him to work peeling and coring the fruit while you worked on the other elements of the cheesecake.Â
When it came time to bake, Ari took the pan from your hands and popped it into the oven while you set a timer. Tension crackled between the two of you after the oven had snapped closed, and you came together in a flurry of limbs. Ari guided you back into the living room while he kissed you, his hands making quick work of removing all your remaining clothes.
You rode Ari to another orgasm while the sweet treat baked, the golden glow of the New York City sunset keeping the apartment awash in warm hues that made you feel cozyâlike you were home.Â
Once you were both sated, you collapsed on top of Ariâs chest, burying your face in his neck and nuzzling into his beard. You inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, vetiver and leather, with a little bit of cinnamon from baking, and melted against him. You wanted to breathe in nothing but that scent for the rest of your lifeâand you refused to let that thought scare you.
Ari pulled a flannel blanket off of the back of his couch and wrapped it around you both, your pussy keeping his cock warm while you cuddled together until the timer went off.Â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched Ari take the baking pan out of the oven wearing only an oven mitt on his hand. You, meanwhile, stood off to the side with the flannel blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Heâd told you the blanket was highly flammable and insisted you stay clear of the oven with a stern look that made your insides go all gooey.
The two of you made out in the kitchen and made dinner while the cheesecake cooled. All the while, you kept thinking how easy it was to be with Ari, how you could see what your life would be like together. And you liked how it looked. You liked kissing him whenever you wanted and asking him about what movies he liked and what was the last book he read.
After dinner, you ate a slice of cheesecake together, and you couldnât keep your eyes off of Ariâs face, enjoying every little groan and expression of pleasure he made. It was erotic enough that you left the last bite for him, getting to your feet to walk around the table and straddle his lap.Â
He fucked you to another, blisteringly hot orgasm, and laughed only a little when you fell against his chest with an exhausted, but satisfied, sigh.Â
In a soft voice, Ari asked if youâd stay the night, and the hope in his tone made your heart warm enough that you ignored the brief flicker of anxiety the question prompted. You shushed the worry inside you and said yes.Â
Together, you cleaned up the kitchen and then Ari led you upstairs to the bedroom, pausing every few minutes to kiss you, like he wanted to remind himself you were still there.Â
He gave you some of his clothes to wear to bed and showed you where everything was in his bathroom. You couldnât help but notice that he had all of your favorite products, and a spare toothbrush for you. You smiled as you got ready for bed and slipped under the covers with him.
âDid you have a good day, honey?â Ari asked, pulling you into his body and wrapping you up in his arms. You were wearing one of his t-shirtsâa clean oneâwhile he had on a pair of boxer briefs. You hummed happily when your legs tangled together, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and tickling hair against you.Â
âMm, I had the best day, Ari,â you murmured sleepily, the comfort and warmth of his bed making it easy to let your exhaustion creep in. âKiss,â you said, turning your head and repeating the greeting Ari had given you when heâd picked you up.
Your sugar daddy chuckled, the sound rumbling down your spine and making your heart flutter with delight. Your eyes were already closed, but you could feel his smile when he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll still be here in the morning,â he promised, his words assuaging a fear you hadnât realized youâd felt, and you sighed in contentment.
Everything had changed between you and Ari, and you couldnât help but think it was for the better. You were still a little anxious about opening yourself up to someone, especially a sugar daddy, but Ari had shown you that you could trust himâreally trust him, with all your heartâand you were determined to do just that.
âGânight, Ari,â you whispered into the pillow that smelled like him, a hint of a smile in the curve of your mouth as sleep claimed you.Â
âGood night, honey,â Ari crooned in your ear, his voice gentle and soft and oh so affectionate. âMy sweet, sweet honeycrisp.â
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Taste | 18+
ă pairing:Â c.san x f!reader
ă genre:Â fluff, smut, angst if you squint really hard
ă warnings:Â friendâs brother!san, female reader, general silliness, stubborn reader, san loves to tease, hes a sweetie too ofc, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pet names (angel, baby, etc.), coworkers, san bites reader one (1) time, barely proofread, unprotected, lmk if i missed any
ă wc:Â 5.2k
ă hello! i am back from the dead with my second fic and second installment in the senses series. i do apologize that this took so long, but i do plan on releasing more stuff soon-ish. i'm working on a longer series, so who knows what'll hapen lol. also! i am cross posting on ao3 now. the user is femdoms, so check it out if you are interested. finally, i just want to say thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this!
 âGod, I really canât stand you, San! Stop following me, pervert!â
âYeah, whatever, just get in so we can talk,â he yells to you with his arm hanging out the window of his car, an annoyed, yet amused smirk covering his face.
âNo way!â You yell over your shoulder, too embarrassed to face him both physically and figuratively.Â
Really, how could you? Not after you found him with your diary in his hands, reading it like it was his favorite novel. At first, you tried to convince yourself that he didnât see those pages, but the blush on his cheeks told you otherwise.Â
And thatâs why youâre here: running away from San in the middle of the night.
âIâll make you a milkshake,â San coos from the car, causing you to turn your head in interest, âYou know you love âem,â he offers, as if youâre a dog and heâs holding a treat in front of your face.Â
And god damn it, it works.
âFine, but Iâm not talking to you until I get one,â you say, opening the car door and climbing in.
âYouâre talking to me now,â he quips, earning a look from you that he thinks wouldâve killed him if it had the ability.
âAlright, tough crowd,â he murmurs to himself with a dry laugh, hoping to earn a giggle- or at least a smile- from you, but to no avail.
The whole situation was so embarrassing. And degrading, and stupid, and embarrassing-
âStop thinking so much,â he swats at your arm playfully, noticing the clear look of discomfort and sheer, unabashed embarrassment on your face, âyou donât even know what I have to say yet.âÂ
You answer him with a small hum, deciding against giving him a verbal response, because no matter how much youâd like to curl up in a hole and die, youâre still as stubborn as the day San met you.Â
You officially met him the first day you worked at the diner. Your best friendâs family had owned it since the old owners left, leaving the significantly smaller family of four looking for new employees. College debt had already begun sneaking its way into the back of your mind, and Eunbi needed to work with someone other than her nagging parents or annoying older brother. It was the perfect opportunity for you.
âCâmon! Just try it!â The boy working with you begged.
âI already told you, I have trauma with milkshakes!â
San laughed to himself, trying to hide the amusement evident on his face.
âLook, Iâm sorry you found a hair in your milkshake however long ago, but I can assure you that my milkshake is hairless,â he held his little finger up to you, âpinky promise.â
Rolling your eyes, you locked your pinky with his. Your hands lingered together for a moment too long, until San pulled his away to push the drink closer to you.
âSan, you know, Iâm not really a huge fan of chocolate-âÂ
âDidnât you and Eunbi make chocolate cupcakes for your birthday though?â
You freeze, cheeks heating up at his question, unsure if it was the fact that heâd caught you in a lie or that he knew and remembered what you and Eunbi had done for your birthday bringing the blush to your face. Attempting to hide your embarrassment, you shot him a small smirk, gently pursing your lips.
ââGotcha there, honey.â
Ever since that day, San always had a milkshake waiting for you at the end of each shift. And maybe it was that kindness that made you blush, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes smiled along with his lips every time he greeted you. It couldâve been the way he always knew how to make you giggle, but whatever it was, it was clear that youâd fallen for San.
Which is weird. Weird because heâs older than you, heâs your coworker, heâs out of your league, and worst of all: heâs Eunbiâs brother.
Really? How cliche is that? Itâs not even like you could tell Eunbi about it. That wouldâve made everything so much worse. Itâs embarrassing enough to be so head over heels for a guy who just sees you as his little sisterâs best friend, but to have people know about it too? Thereâd be no coming back from that.
And thatâs exactly why you decided to start keeping a diary, or mindful journaling as you called it. That sounded better than keeping a diary.
You originally started it to confess some of your feelings about San. You wrote how embarrassed you were to have a crush on him. You wrote about the milkshakes he made you and the times he defended you against angry customers. You wrote about how stressed you felt about life in general. Your worries, your fears, the moments of your days that you wanted to forget, but your mind wouldnât let you. You wrote about anything you couldnât confess to another person.Â
On particularly late nights full of hopeless pining and horny desperation, youâd write about your fantasies, some involving random celebrities or TV characters, but most involving San.Â
It was nothing too in depth, it was more about how much you wanted just a taste of him. You knew you could never have him for good, but if you could just feel his strong arms around you or his lips on your skin just once, maybe thatâd be good enough. Just a little taste. It felt dirty thinking about him in that sort of way, but who would see it anyways?Â
Little did you know, San himself would.
It had slipped out of your bag. And being the kind, and relatively organized coworker he is, San picked it up to put it back in your bag for you. The way it landed on the floor, though, left it open on its spine with its pages just begging to be read.Â
He wasnât going to read it. That would be an invasion of privacy, and San wasnât that kind of guy. He wouldnât do that.
But when he picked it up, he couldnât help but notice his name on the page. And unfortunately, as it does most of us, curiosity got the best of him.Â
San tried to stop himself, he really did. But, knowing just how eager you were for him put his head in a spin. He just couldn't help but picture you underneath him, with that adorable blush and shy smile that only appears when he starts teasing you. He wanted so badly to hear how you whimper, to feel how warm you are, to see how sweet you taste. He had a feeling you liked him, but he never would've guessed you reciprocated the feeling so strongly.
He saw this as more of an opportunity for you two. He wasnât going to tell you what heâd seen; heâd just confess to you one night. And maybe itâd have to be secret for a bit, but eventually you could be his, and he wanted nothing more than that.
No big deal.
But, as soon as he heard a small gasp from the doorway and looked up to see your eyes welling with tears, he knew that plan was well fucked.Â
San always thought you were pretty. From the moment Eunbi first brought you over, he couldnât help but notice your expressive eyes and beautiful hair. But what he liked most was that shining smile you had. And seeing that heâd wiped it from your face as soon as you walked in, he just had to chase you.
And so, as you sat across from him in a booth in the dimly lit diner, he studied your face: the embarrassed blush and sweaty gleam sheening your forehead, your pouty lips wrapped around the straw of a chocolate milkshake as your eyebrows furrowed.
Even your beauty was stubborn.
He began softly, so as not to scare you, his fingers drumming against the table in a gentle rhythm, âSo⊠do you like the milkshake?â
You looked up at him, an eyebrow quirked, âYeah, itâs good.â
San pushed out a sigh at your icy reply, settling back in his seat as he let his palm fall flat against the table. He knew what he wanted to say, he just couldnât find the words. You broke the silence a moment later.
âLook, we can both pretend like you saw absolutely nothing at all and Iâll ask to work different times of the day so we wonât even have to see each other. Iâm not weird, I promise, I just-â
âShh,â he cooed, grabbing one of your hands, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of it, âyou didnât even let me talk yet.â
Sanâs gaze scanned your pretty face for a moment, falling onto those eyes and lips he adored. His heart pounded against the back of his ribs, and yet, you seemed so nervous. Had he read it wrong?
âDid you mean it? What you wrote?â he asked, his voice holding a subtle tone of insecurity. His gaze fell to the table where your hands met, his grip tightening just slightly.
You looked up at him, your wide eyes sweeping over his strong face and your breath picking up. Of course you meant it, but did he want you to mean it?Â
âWhy are you asking that?â you mumble, pulling your hand from his shyly. Your entire face was tinged pink from embarrassment and guilt, so anxious. San couldnât stand it.
He made an effort to grab your hand again, his other hand lifting your chin gently so youâd look at him. He shook your head a little, trying to bring out a tiny smile again.Â
âYou said you needed my face between your thighsâŠâ
Your body went rigid. Out of all the entries, he just had to read that one? You remember writing it after watching him open something with his teeth one day, his jaw flexing as he used his teeth to rip open the plastic packet. Unfortunately, your mind was clouded by unsavory thoughts later that night, and so, into the journal those fantasies went.Â
âIâm just saying, Iâve needed a taste for a while now, too. Just give me a chance. Donât run, please,â he pleaded softly, his grip tightening on your hand ever so slightly. He gave you that look, the one where his eyebrows would furrow so gently and his eyes gleamed softly, a desperation hidden in them. San wasnât one to beg, but he couldnât let you think he didnât like you.
To his surprise, the confession didnât make you smile. Instead, you felt your eyes well up with tears and a heavy weight lift off your shoulders. Slowly, you snaked around the table to Sanâs side of the booth, immediately wrapping your arms around one of his as you cried into his shoulder. He received you warmly, his free hand coming up to pat your head softly with sweet coos leaving his mouth, calming and affectionate.
âI thought you were gonna hate me forever, Sannie. Iâm so sorry,â you sobbed, hiccuping softly, no even noticing your snot blotting Sanâs shirt. Such a mess.
San let out a breathy laugh, guiding your face up and off of his shoulder. He grabbed a napkin from the holder at the end of the table and wiped your nose with it gently, an affectionate air about him. Heâd never seen you so emotional, and though his heart constricted seeing your tears, he was just happy to be the one taking care of you: his precious one. In a way, seeing you so worked up over something he saw as no big deal was endearing. Then again, almost everything about you was endearing to San.Â
He smiled down at you after wiping your nose, mumbling, âPretty girl.â You could feel your cheeks go red instantly, feeling like it was your first time having a crush all over again.Â
He continued, his deep voice soft and sweet suddenly, âI could never hate you. Never, never,â he shook his head a bit, leaning in so that your foreheads were pressed together, âwhat I read only surprised me, but it would never make me hate you. So, donât apologize for liking me. I like you, too.â
You swore your heart skipped a beat as he said that. In fact, it seemed like cardiac arrest would be the next step if he didnât stop looking at you with those soft eyes.
âNever knew you had such a dirty mind,â he teased, rubbing your arm with his free hand gently.
And just like that, your eyebrows furrowed again and you hit his arm gently, too embarrassed to be sappy for long.
âStop that! Itâs not good to hold in all your thoughts, you know. You should write your feelings down,â you scolded, face bright red and lips pouting. San took the scolding at first, but it wasnât much use. He was too focused on how cute your face looked all scrunched up.Â
And, he couldnât deny it. Being scolded was pretty hot.
âThere you go again,â San interrupted, sighing playfully. He couldnât help but tease. You stopped mid-sentence, unsure of what you were even scolding him about now.
âHm? What?â you asked softly, a little pout remaining on your lips.
San giggled a little, his eyes squeezing shut as he threw his head back. It was just too much fun for him. He leaned in closer to your face, close enough that your noses nearly met in the middle, whispering, âYouâre too busy being angry to let me give you a taste of me.â
That cocky bastard. Cocky, and teasing, and sexyâŠ
Your eyebrows quirked up and your cheeks burned even hotter as he leaned in closer, his mouth just next to your ear.Â
âThatâs what you wanted, right? What you wrote in your diary⊠ahem, journal,â he whispered, need dripping from his words.Â
And yet, you were too embarrassed to speak. Or, maybe flustered was the right word. Either way, your brain didnât quite work when San teased you normally, and especially not when his hands traveled to your waist, thumbs pressing into you gently.
âW-well, yes, but it was just a fantasy! I was just imagining! If you read more, youâd see I wrote about celebrities alsoâŠâ you stammered, your hands searching for a place to rest along with your eyes.Â
âOh, so youâre saying Iâm not special?â San asked, biting his lip to hold back a cocky smile.
You gasped a little, hands instinctively finding Sanâs firm chest, âNo, no! I just meant, just,â you panicked a bit, somehow losing your words yet again as San put his hands over yours.
âSo, I am special? Am I special enough to have a taste of you?â San asked softly, still teasing, though there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his voice, something like an invitation.
âI donât know if itâs a good idea, Sannie⊠What would Eunbi think?â You ask softly, eyes round and full of worry. Unintentionally, you leaned further into Sanâs chest, prompting him to pull you into a hug. He cradled the back of your head, petting your hair softly.
âShe doesnât have to know yet. And you can always say no, baby. I know I tease you a lot, but itâs just because youâre so cute when youâre worked up. We can take things slow if you want. Itâs just that journal entry⊠it made meâŠâ San trailed off towards the end, his own cheeks getting pink now.
Softly, you reached up and ran your fingers through Sanâs hair, finally offering him a big smile, âLook at you blushing now.â
San blew a bit of air out of his nose, suppressing a shy laugh. âHow couldnât I blush? The thought of you wanting me that wayâŠâ He trailed off again, voice high and squeaky now that he was being teased. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, letting his lips place a soft kiss before he continued.
âI want to hear you say it, angel. Tell me Iâm special and itâs more than just a fantasy. Tell me how you want me,â he mumbled into your neck, using every ounce of self restraint to stop himself from kissing it again.
And, in that moment, months of yearning for, pining over, and wanting San in every way came back to you. Your heart ached a bit, and so did the space between your legs. Everything you had imagined and told yourself was just a dream was coming true. It was true that it would be difficult to hide this whole thing considering Eunbi could read you like a book, but you couldnât let this opportunity go.
âGod, San, I want you in every way possible,â you breathed out, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. As soon as you did, he latched on to it, sucking a small bruise into it. You trembled a little, involuntarily letting a tiny whimper cross your lips as you whispered, âBut I really need you to fuck me right now.â
âThatâs all I need to hear, baby. Here,â he murmured, detaching himself from you quickly. He swiftly switched spots with you, leaving the booth seat and pulling you to the edge of it. He kneeled in front of you, one hand on your thigh and the other gripping the table still. Pushing the table towards the other side of the booth, San ran his hands up and down your thighs, eyes pleading and lust filled. âItâs alright if I taste you?â
âPlease, need it so bad, Sannie,â you pleaded as he slowly undid your jeans, pulling them off your legs along with your panties in one fatal swoop. You were already dripping onto the seat and he hadnât even touched you yet.Â
San pressed gentle kisses up your bare thighs, using a thumb to rub gentle circles into your clit. You gripped the top of the seat, already feeling a pulsing need in your heat as Sanâs mouth inched closer to it. His breath tickled the area, making your squirm, but what was worse was the look in his eyes. He stopped just in front of your cunt and looked up at you with dark, lustful eyes. In that moment, you understood San wanted this just as much as you did.
It was true. San couldnât even recount the amount of times he pumped his fist in bed or in the shower thinking about you and your sweet pussy. And as much as it made him blush just thinking about it, he wanted nothing more in life than to bury his face in between your thighs some days, making you squirm and hearing what noises he could pull out of you. He wanted to have you, to know you on a deeper level. And what was more intimate than knowing the way a person tastes?
âPretty,â he murmured into his direct line to heaven, his nose nudging your clitÂ
gently. A long, hot stripe was licked up your pussy, making you twitch expectantly. Instantly, your mind began to grow foggy and your hips bucked, San whispering, âItâs alright, just relax, baby.â
And so, you did. You let your torso fall all the way back against the booth seat and your fingers tangle in his hair, a soft grunt leaving him as he dove in deeper. His tongue swirled around your entrance, dipping inside every once in a while as a quiet hum vibrated against you. He kept up his agonizingly slow pace on your clit with his thumb, savoring that way you tasted on his tongue.
Soon, though, San needed more of you. He needed to see you squirm more, hear you moan just for him. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the booth, another grunt leaving him as he had to pull his face away for a moment. He hoisted your legs up onto his broad shoulders, instantly attaching his lips to your clit, kissing it softly before sucking it.Â
A thick finger found its way inside of you, knuckle deep and wriggling. You squirmed, unable to hold back your noises. Even with just one finger, he filled you up better than youâd ever been before. He added a second finger a moment later, getting familiar with your body inside and out. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched your pussy out, mumbling something about how perfect it was.
âFuck, San, even your fingers are big,â you slurred, back arching up in the air. San answered with another hum against your pussy, one you could tell was a shy giggle. He curled his fingers, letting his lips pulse around your clit now that he could tell you would finish soon. He slowed his pace down for a second, lifting his head to look up at you.
âYou wanna cum? Want Sannie to make you cum?â He asked with a condescending pout, mirroring the one on your own lips. You nodded fervently, but it wasnât enough for San.
âGotta hear you say it, angel,â He furthered, eyes darkening as he held back another sly smile. You whined, kicking your legs gently. San tutted, swatting your thigh gently, âDonât be so stubborn. Just tell Sannie.â
âPlease, San, make me cum. Wanna cum all over your tongue,â you relented, hips bucking back up towards Sanâs face, nudging his chin against your clit. San cooed gently before diving back in. Lapping at your hole, he circled your clit relentlessly with his thumb. He wasnât going to let you cum anywhere but his tongue.
It didnât take long for you to do just what youâd asked for. Suddenly, your entire body began to tingle, radiating from the place between your thighs. Your toes curled and your knees tried to squeeze together, locking Sanâs head in place so that he could lap up every last bit of your essence that was flowing out of you. He made sure he got every last bit, taking his time to lick and kiss every last part of your slick, throbbing cunt.
Eventually, he pried your legs open and helped you sit up, smiling hard at your flushed out face. He swiped his chin with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips before licking off that last bit of you. He sighed, âCould live in that little hole forever, baby.â
You blushed gently, turning away from him shyly, prompting him to sit next to you. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap so your back was flush against his chest. âHey, you canât get all shy on me now. Whereâs the feisty girl I know, hm?â
âHow could I be mean after you just did that to me,â you pouted, making San laugh.Â
âYouâre always mean to me,â he told you dramatically, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his. Carefully, he grinded his hips up so that you could feel how hard he was. And he was. Just the taste of you had San throbbing, and the only reason he let you cum so quickly was so that he didnât cum in his own pants.Â
You gasped softly, feeling Sanâs cock pulsing against your ass, then again when his thick fingers began circling your clit again. He rested his chin on your shoulder, speaking so softly into your ear, âAnd whatâs really mean is how you made me so hard, I almost came from how good you tasted. You wouldnât leave me like this, right, baby?â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning around in Sanâs lap. His hands went straight to your ass, cupping it and pulling you down to grind against the tent in his pants. Your eyebrows furrowed gently as your hips moved back and forth on him, concentrated huffs falling from your tongue.
âGreedy girl,â he teased, nudging your jaw with the side of his head gently, âyou want my cock in you?â
You nodded, pouting at him, âPlease, San. Need you in me bad.â
San just laughed, guiding your hands to unzip his pants. He lowered his voice, looking down at where your crotches met, âAlright, you can have it. But, you gotta do the work now. You really tired me out there before.â
You whined again, this time out of pure exhilaration. Wasting no time, you unzipped Sanâs fly, yanking down his pants and boxers as best as you could. His cock sprung out, hard and red, begging you to take it.
But first, you giggled mischievously as you gave it a few pumps, enjoying its weight in your hand. San groaned, throwing his head back and cursing under his breath. It didnât take long for him to grow impatient. He grabbed your waist and guided you to sit up better, right above his manhood.
You moved your hips around just to antagonize San as heâd done to you so many times. He let out a frustrated groan, burying his face against your neck yet again, kissing it softly as he pleaded, âCmon, baby, donât make me crazy here.â
âWanted this for so long, Sannie,â you breathed out as you finally sunk down on him, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. San chuckled, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âI know, baby, read all about it,â he smirked, that smug look on his face melting into a lovesick smile as you swatted at his chest. He couldnât help but suck another bruise into the side of your neck before chiding, âJust teasing you, been thinkinâ about this for a while, too.â
He rutted up into you, hungry and needy, filling your slick heat completely. Your body twitched with each thrust, languid and deep, Sanâs silent confession. He was savoring his meal, taking it slowly and enjoying it wholly.
The only sound in the room was that of skin on skin, Sanâs hips snapping up into yours. He knew just the spot to hit inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, prompting San to speed up. The two of you, hungry and desperate to cum, moved together in a near perfect harmony.Â
âFuck, this pussy was made for me,â San stuttered, trying to keep himself inside you, but it was hard with your bouncing and his thrusts, not to mention the wetness you spilled each time he left your body for a moment. San grunted in your ear, biting down on your shoulder a moment later. He was close. It didnât help that everytime he thrusted up into you, you let out the sweetest sounds. San wanted to listen to them all the time, but even the thought of doing this again with you made him harder.Â
Honestly, his cock kept getting harder with each second it spent inside you. You were so warm, so tight. San was normally a patient man, but it was hard to take his time with you.
You couldnât be helped either. As soon as he sunk his teeth into you, you came all over him. Wetness poured out of your cunt, coating San as you cried out his name. He followed suit soon afterwards, pulling out and cumming on your thigh. Quickly, San pulled you into a hug, still heaving as a big hand came up to cradle your head.Â
For a few minutes, the two of you sat together, your form still tucked into Sanâs warm embrace as he rocked you back and forth. You both tried to regain your breath, but every little touch made either one of you gasp softly before you turned your head the other way, embarrassingly lovesick.Â
San was warm, physically and figuratively. Sweat dripped off his forehead and fell onto yours, but you couldnât care less if it meant being held by him. It was strong, secure, surreal⊠it was everything you had written about before. There were days when all you needed was a firm hug, to be held without the fear of falling, somewhere warm and safe. San was all of that, and you could feel it now. It wasnât just something you wrote about anymore. It was real.
San noticed the face you made when you were thinking and his heart rate picked up. Was it not good? Did he disappoint you? He nudged your head with his shoulder, pouting, âWhatâs wrong? Was it not good?â
âWhat? No! It was amazing, I just⊠I like you a lot. And I like that I donât have to imagine things anymore⊠Well, that is if you want to continue this,â you trailed off, blabbering embarrassedly. Maybe all he wanted was a hookup. Uneasiness settled into your features while amusement settled into Sanâs.
âSilly girl,â he scoffed, enamored by everything you were, âDo you want to be my girlfriend?â
Your eyebrows shot up and your heart fluttered. You were never one to get so worked up so easily, but San had a way of making it happen. You cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure.
âDo you want to be my boyfriend?â you mirrored, acting coy now. San cupped your face, dimples on full display as he smiled at you, meeting your gaze. He leaned in and gave you his first real kiss of the night. Your lips molded together perfectly, Sanâs tongue swiping across your lower lip occasionally. You felt his warm cheeks against yours, which made you giggle sweetly. Sanâs heart melted.
The boy pulled away a moment later, letting his forehead rest against yours, âDoes that answer your question, baby?â
You snorted in response, shaking your head bashfully. You wanted to hear him say it. San rolled his eyes in response, his hands moving down your back to rest on either side of your ass. Still, he smiled and whispered, âYes, I want to be your boyfriend.â
You sighed sweetly, unable to hold back the big smile on your face. San delivered a little spank to your ass, playful and teasing, âHappy now?â
You nodded, allowing a little squeal of excitement to leave you. âVery happy, Sannie. Very happy,â you whispered back, laying your head on his shoulder to look around the dark diner.Â
Just then, your eyes spotted a little red light up in the corner of the diner, seemingly connected to a security camera. You jumped, whisper yelling at San, âFuck! Fuck, the cameras, San!â
San jumped as soon as you did, following your gaze up to the security camera. He mirrored your panic for just a moment before pulling you further into the booth, pulling his jacket off to cover up your still bare bottom half.Â
And just as you thought you were going to have a heart attack, San laughed, and somehow, the uneasiness melted away. He ruffled your hair playfully, moving you off his lap and onto the seat before zipping his pants back up. He stood up, leaning down to your level, âI'll go take care of it, honey. Just clean up and get dressed. And finish your shake,â he told you, motioning to the table where your half empty, half melted chocolate shake sat.
But as soon as he turned around, he turned back and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before scurrying off to the office, ready to delete the footage. You couldnât help but smile knowing San would take care of it. What a dream boy.
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Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Two best friends alone in a roomâŠnothing will happen, right?
Warnings! Perv!Spencer! Masturbation! Panty stealing! Oral! Fem receiving! Unprotected sex! Degrading! Praise! Barely proofread
Dividers by @cafekitsune
âSo. You waiting for a certain cute brown haired boy to return?â Garcia quipped as you tapped your pen against the desk. You rolled your eyes at her while the blonde gave you a smirk with her pink painted smile.
âFor the last time, heâs my best friend. Thatâs all. And yes Iâm waiting for him to get back. Heâs been gone for almost a week and weâve had to reschedule movie night three times.â You grumbled as you crossed your legs.
âThree times? Reid never misses those. Everything okay?â Garcia asks with a sympathetic look and you sigh.
âYeah. He was on a date the first time. The second time he fell asleep and the third was a date again.â You tried to keep your voice as casual as possible but your friend senses the hidden pang of jealously threatening to come out.
âWell-â She began and then her expression turned when she saw something above you. You shifted in your seat and saw the agents exiting the elevator.
Hotch gave you a curt nod, Rossi gave you a smile, Emily and JJ waved while Morgan winked at you. You bit your lip in anticipation as you finally saw Spencer walk out. His floppy waves were flicked out of his face as he jerked his head and flashed his eyebrows at you in a greeting.
You stood, shoes padding the carpeted floor as your work pants flowed against your thighs. âHey Spencer. Everything okay?â
âYeah! Sorry I havenât really been able to check in with you. Kidnapping cases are a race against time and the unsub happened to be a woman.â You nod as you withhold the urge to hug him but he shifts beside you and leans against your desk.
âA woman? Thatâs not common is it?â
âStatistically speaking-â and then he was rambling. You bit back a smile and listened contently as Spencer caught you up on the case.
Several seconds went by and you cleared your throat, signaling him to slow down. âI know youâre probably worn out but would you want to join me for movie night?â
Spencer nods rapidly. âYes! Sorry Iâve had to reschedule a few times. Whatâs on the watchlist tonight?â He extends his elbow and you wrap your hand around it.
âHmm, you pick. Since itâs your first day back.â You smile at him as he leads you both to clock out.
Spencer Reid was a man with reasonable amounts of self control but every single time he came into your apartment, he couldnât prevent himself from sneaking a pair of panties into his pocket. It was completely off limits. You were his friend and didnât look at him that way. You were a gorgeous, sensible and caring woman but he couldnât possible be your type. Derek Morgan was someone heâd always pair you with. Someone with more confidence. Except now, he was searching for a pair of underwear in your room while you made snacks in the kitchen. You had changed into an oversized evil dead t shirt and shorts. Knee socks to top it all off and all Spencer wanted to do was rip them off and have his way with you but heâd settle for licking a strip in the middle of your thong.
He couldnât imagine what the real thing tasted like. A pretty pussy hidden away in those little outfits you wore everyday at work. Spencer also had a habit of jerking off hidden away in an office, his dick painfully hard whenever he imagined fucking you.
His car was another spot, where heâd moan your name over and over again picturing your mouth wrapped around his cock. Youâd wear the prettiest lipstick too and heâd catch peeks of a pink tongue whenever you ate something. Spencer almost felt like a dog with how pathetic he was for you. Yet he couldnât admit it to you. His shyness won over every time. He even lied about dating. He just didnât want you to think he was completely incapable of having a relationship but no one could ever replace you.
âSpencer? You okay? You coming back?â You called from the other room and he quickly straightened. Pulling your panties into his pocket and shuffling out of your bedroom. He smoothed a hand over his hair and hurried to sit down on the couch.
You held two bowls of popcorn, candy and a few other items with your hips swaying as you plopped next to him. âYour food sir.â Spencer had to swallow painfully at the term and the way your voice sounded saying Sir.
âThank you.â He replied and shifted his body slightly away from you to hide his hardening dick.
You both watched in silence but Spencer caught glimpses of you and the way your body filled out your clothes. He wanted nothing more than to let his hands and mouth cover every each of you. It was almost unbearable.
âHow was your date?â Your sudden question alarmed him and Spencer jerked his head towards you.
âWhat?â
You raised your brows. âHow was your date?â You repeated and he shrugged.
âOh. itâs alright. Donât think itâs anything worth sharing about.â He kept it short and you both fell again into quiet.
You reached over and turned down the volume. âI missed you, Spencer. It feels like itâs been so long since weâve gotten to hang out.â You gave him a slight pout with doe eyes and he wanted to fucking groan. His brown irises darkened as you nudged him with your knee. âItâs been really lonely without my favorite nerd.â You gave him a little smirk and he scoffed.
âIâm the nerd? Youâre the only person who understands my rambles so clearly Iâm not the only one here.â He retorts and you chuckle.
âOkay, okay, Iâm a secret nerd.â You hold your hands up and he points at your shirt.
âAnd youâre the one who lives in shirts like that! Who else knows different seasons of Star Trek than you?â You grin and laugh fully.
âAlight! You win!â
Spencer didnât know what came over him but he leaned in closer and rested his hand on either side of your legs. âAs usual.â
You donât back away. Instead you dip your head down. âDonât get cocky, Spencer. This is a one time surrender.â
The way your mouth moved. Your eyes having a glint and the way your thighs clenched together. Spencer couldnât take it anymore. âYouâre going to be surrendering a lot more. Youâre just too much of a brat to give in right away.â
To his deep surprise, you surged forward and leaned your weight on him, moving him on his back on the couch. âOh yeah? Well I can still pin you down, agent Reid.â
Spencer felt like his dick was going to explode in his god damn boxers as you hovered above him, necklaces dangling over his face. âThatâs because I let you win.â He replied breathlessly and you squeezed him with your thighs.
âThen donât.â You whisper and glance at his lips.
He caved in and caught your mouth in a soft kiss, his emotions clouding over him momentarily before he pulled back. âWas that okay?â
Instead of answering, you meet his lips again harder with a sigh and Spencer moans. His hand move to cup the back of your head and your leg as he adjusts you to straddle him fully. Your fingers trail over his torso then his hips and you feel a lacy material sticking out of his pocket. His eyes shot open as he felt you pull out the pair of stolen panties.
Your face is heated and your lips are glossy. âSo youâre the one who took my favorite pair. Youâre fucking perverted, Spencer. Playing the âgoodâboy act pretty well.â
Something broke in him and he lifted you up, manhandling you on your back. âIâm fucking perverted? Youâre the one walking around wearing those. You wanted me to take them and you wanted me to notice you. Donât act so innocent. Canât believe you actually bought the date story.â He growled and you were shocked at his sudden show of aggression and youâd only heard him swear a handful of times.
Spencer peeled off your shorts and saw your bare cunt. âGod, let me fucking taste it please.â He begged and you nodded rapidly.
Moving downward, he held your knees apart and buried his face in your center. His tongue lapping at your clit with a deep groan before slipping it into your entrance. âYouâre so sweet, better than I could ever dream.â You felt him press two fingers in, curling them as he paid attention to your clit again. Spencer focused on eating your pussy like a starved man and he grinds down on the cushion.
He was about to bust in his underwear from the sounds you let out. Desperate little cries and whimpers as you claw at his hair, rolling your hips to keep him in place.
âIâm gonna cum,â You whisper and Spencer nods against your cunt.
âLet me have it. Give it to me. Please,â And your climax hits you like a wave and you pant heavily.
Spencer follows suit and spills into his pants, his motions briefly stalling as he tongue fucks you through it.
âNeed you to fuck me, please, Spencer.â He didnât have a fucking chance from your pleads as he shuffled up and smashed his cum coated lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He shoved his pants and boxers off, his cock throbbing.
Spencer presses himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim as you wrap your legs around his waist and your hands grip his shirt.
He humps into you like a feral animal, âFuck, your pussy is so tight. Can barely move.â You whine and clench around him harder and he thrusts.
âI want you to cum in me. Please, donât stop and cum in me. I want to feel you, god, Spencer Iâve needed you. Fucking myself isnât enough.â
âTalking like a whore already?â He grunts, âDonât worry Iâm gonna breed this perfect little pussy and then eat it out after Iâm done.â
You reached your second orgasm and your eyes squeezed shut but Spencer wasnât having it. âNo open your fucking eyes, I want you to look at me when I cum in you.â Your eyes spring open as Spencer slaps your clit and you feel ropes of his cum coat your insides. âShit-â He grits out and buries his head in your neck and you feel his open mouth against your skin.
You tremble with aftershock for a few seconds before he pulls down, pumping himself and gestures with his fingers âHands and knees, Iâm gonna lick it off.â
You obeyed him, ass up in the air as he gave it a smack and buried his face again in your cunt. His tongue tasting both of your arousals with a throaty moan.
Youâd have to talk about this but that could wait until after he was finished cleaning his mess.
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Spider DNA đ·ïž
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(red: Miguel)
(summary: you caught Miguel in his office rutting, and he asks for help. only for you to find out another defect of his spider DNA)
CW: monster fucking, aggressive sex, biting, clawing, licking, uses of degrading names, 2 dicks, slight choking if you squint, edging, anal.
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12:46 PM.
You just had gotten done on a mission with Peter B, walking down the lobby halls and squeezing past a couple of the other members with an empanada in your hand.
You'd popped into the cafeteria, grabbing two empanadas (one of which you'd already eaten by then) and the second one for Miguel.
Miguel and you have never really spoken since you first were recruited, but sometimes he'd make small talk that surprised you considering he'd never really talk to anyone. So you thought it would be nice to bring him some lunch as he's locked up in his lab as usual.
You make your way down Sector 4, getting in the elevator as it goes up and you keep your hands around the empanada container, making sure it stays warm.
The large doors finally open as you get to the top, walking down the hall and past several big machines from Miguels projects, the lights dark as usual.
The closer you got to the main part, the heavier the buzzing sound in your head became, your spider senses tingling but you ignored it, assuming nothing could possibly happen.
But then you get to the end of the hall, leading to the main part of the lab and you see Miguel hunched over his desk, helplessly and aimlessly humping the side of a table.
His face was a flushed mess, biting his bottom lip with his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to have some sort of relief underneath his suit.
His grunts and whimpers fill the lab, as he claws and bites at the desk, humping repeatedly.
Your eyes widened, an unexplainable knot twisting in your stomach but in a... good way?
You go to take a step back but by the time your heel had lifted off of the ground he was already standing up and glaring at you.
"what are you doing here.?" he snapped
You didn't know what to say, so you just held up the empanada in the small cardboard container.
"... empanada." you mumbled, your eyes still wide.
His platform was already on the ground, so he was in front of you within seconds. His eyebrows scrunched together and with every breath he took he let it out in a small growl.
"um... here." you say shakily, putting it to his chest as if you expect him to take it.
but instead he grabs your wrist, the empanada falling out of your hand and he yanks you closer, absolutely staring into your soul.
"don't want it." he says in a low voice and tilts his head, leaning closer and he... sniffs?
your eyes widen and you feel his breath behind your ear as he smelled you.
"help me." he whispers, his tone making you wanna get on your knees right then and there.
"with what?" you say trying to keep your voice less shaky than before.
"what season is it cariño?" he mumbles, his other hand moving around you to the small of your back as his other hand keeps hold of both of your wrists.
"summer?" your tone is confused and he sniffs the crook of your neck.
"breeding. breeding season." he grumbled. oh. he was rutting. it all made sense now, the behavior change, humping his desk, smelling you, you must've forgotten he was 50% spider. but now it made sense and you were horny just from watching him for those 15 seconds of the humping so how could you say no?
"what if we get caught?" he took that as a yes, immediately biting slightly into your neck and ripping the crotch out of your spider suit.
"h-hey!" you said and he got on his knees, ignoring you and pulling your legs apart as he stuck his tongue in between your folds.
you almost fell backwards, and he held you by the waist and aggressively moved you over to the wall, pressing you back against it and he pulled your legs over his shoulders and stayed on his knees. his tongue desperately lapping at your clit, sucking and slobbering all over your already wet pussy.
"you're gonna be so good to my cock." he mumbled into you, the vibrations making you whimper and put your hands in his hair.
his hands clawed into your thighs, digging into the skin slightly and the longer he desperately ate you out, the tighter the familiar knot got in your stomach.
"f-fuck Miguel I'm gonna-" damn it.
the knot painfully faded away, Miguel had already stood you back up and was cleaning his face off with his tongue after denying you to cum.
"you're here for ME hermosa." he hissed, grabbing your chin and hunching over you.
you just nodded, and he turned you around and pushed you against the wall
he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.
then he pulled down the neck of your spider suit, revealing your skin and he licked from the crook of your neck to the back of your ear.
your eyes widened and you looked at him, his eyes were closed and his face was flushed but still buried into your skin.
it was... cute. but that cute thought immediately was yeeted to another side of your head when he opened his eyes and grabbed you, hoisting you over his shoulder and he walked back to his platform and slammed you onto the desk.
before you could even say anything his suit dissipated, revealing his toned body and muscles which were even hotter underneath the suit but further down, two rock-hard (at least 10 inch) dicks were staring right at you.
"I'm gonna fuckin ruin you." he growled, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.
"tw- how- huh?" you couldn't even get the words out, looking down at his monster cocks.
he rolled his eyes and squoze your chin harder
"it's a defect. 50% spider dna. remember? spiders have two reproductive organs, so I get two dicks." he snapped
you looked up at him, wide eyed and you didn't even know how he was gonna fuck you.
"and you're gonna take it like the whore you are."
you didn't know what to say, but the thought of two dicks absolutely ruining you like that sounded like the best thing ever.
you nodded, and he flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you, arching your back with one arm under your hips and the other arm around your neck with his face in your shoulder.
you whimpered, the two heads of his cocks poking against your entrance and your anus.
he stuck his fingers in your mouth, still not putting his dick in.
"suck." he commanded, and you wrapped your tongue around his thick fingers and started sucking.
the position was uncomfortable, bent like a pretzel but that's how he liked it. that's how you liked it.
without warning, he bottomed out. a loud squelch followed by a shriek from you and a groan from him entering the air.
you squeeze your eyes shut, your hand reaching up and grabbing onto his arm that was around your neck.
"god you're so tight..." he groaned, thrusting in and out without giving you time to even adjust to the monster cocks filling both of your holes.
"you were made for me. you're my whore." he whispered in your ear, licking your jaw as he thrusted mercilessly into your holes.
you moaned loudly, your hand clawing at his arm and your mouth sucking harder on his fingers.
the sounds of skin slapping, squelching, groaning, whimpering, and moaning were the only things you could hear. the occasional degrading things or sweet nothings Miguel would whisper into your ear made your brain go foggy.
you could feel him everywhere. he was all over you, and inside you. you swore you could feel every single vein on both of his cocks.
next thing you knew you'd came 4 times and he had 3. he was a whimpering mess, biting your shoulder and fucking you at the same relentless pace as he was before even if the overstimulation was killing him.
"I'm gonna get you so fucking pregnant baby.." he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and biting into your neck.
"you wanna have my kids? Yeah baby?" he cooed, even if he knew you couldn't answer.
your jaw was slack, eyes rolled into the back of your head and your pussy and anus still milked his cock for more cum.
"mm you're so good to me cariño." he muttered, both of your guys cum dripping out of your holes.
"so so so good. God I love this pussy... I'm gonna make you a mama and use you like a whore everyday." he ranted, his face red and his eyebrows scrunched in concentration of cumming just one more time.
his hips stuttered, his pace faltering and it was a familiar thing by now.
"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" then his 4th load of warm seed was shot into your holes, making you moan and he pulled out with a squelch.
he collapsed onto you, his arm slipping out from underneath your hips and out from around your neck and the only sound you could hear now was his soft breathing.
you'd thought you'd died, the white stars fading away from your vision and you laid your head on the table.
"fuck..." you sighed, and he slowly sat up and covered himself with his suit.
"I'll make note to call you next time." he muttered, helping you off of the table and he just tossed you a tissue.
you stood up, cleaning yourself off with the tissue but with the amount of cum coming out of you it wasn't enough and you could barely even stand.
he looked at you, then walked past you to his holographic screens.
"take a plan b." he said without even looking at you.
"um... okay."
"and I'll have Lyla make you a new suit."
you nodded, then left and got in the elevator. hoping that you would be able to run fast enough so nobody saw your ass and pussy hanging out, but the idea wasn't that bad, leaving the empanada long gone and forgotten about, cold in it's box.
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Trigger Tease(r)
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Before his morning briefing, your mob boss husband decides to take a pit stop in the sauna with you.
Warnings: 18+. Oral (f!receiving). Gentle fingerfucking. Praise and degradation. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Bucky talking you through it. Bimbofication if you squint.
Notes: @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast - you inspired me đȘœ I just had to crank out a little teaser for the third installment of Wedded Bliss. I hope yâall like it đ
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In between breakfast and the start of your husbandâs early briefing, you found yourself situated in much the same way youâd been spending a lot of time these days: pinned up against the wall of a wood-paneled sauna, Buckyâs broad shoulders supporting both of your legs as he buried his face deep between your thighs. You sighed.
âHold still,â Bucky grunted, voice muffled as he tried to keep your slick, squirming body in place above him.
You yelped and seized a fistful of his hair when he wedged his tongue even further inside you, nudging your clit with his nose almost too teasingly and deliberate.
âI canâtâŠhelp it,â you bit back, ignoring the brief glare you earned from your husband as soon as you said it, âYour tongueâs just soâ sâ James!â
This time, Bucky let out a full-throated groan when you yanked on those poor wet locks of hisââGonna make me bald by next Christmas if you keep doinïżœïżœïżœ that, honeyââand he pried his head from your legs just long enough to knock you flat on the sauna bench close by.
The western red cedar seared hot on your skin, already flushed from the exhaustion wrought by Buckyâs tongue; you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up when he pushed you onto your back and crawled over your body.
âHow âbout my fingers, doll? Can you take a coupleâa those for me?â Bucky crooned above you as he stroked your hair, bathed in pure sunlight pouring in from the windows. His voice was a touch more sympathetic now.
After all, this was your third orgasm of the morning. It really wasnât fair for him to use that biological weapon of mass destruction he liked to call his tongue when he knew how sensitive your clit would get from just one âOâ. Even his hands might be too much in your current state.
Bucky was busy peppering your skin with kisses, working his way from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, when you whimpered and tried to fight a smile.
âFinger,â you corrected him, âJust one finger, Barnes.â
You wouldâve thought youâd just thrown your wedding ring in his face and told him to eat shit. Just one?
âHowâs one finger sâposed to stretch you out for my cock, huh? Practically had you screaminâ when I stuck it in last night,â Bucky wasnât one to hide his amusement, grinning even bigger when you swatted him on the arm.
âWho said anything about your cock?â You tried to keep cool as Buckyâs fingers trailed right back down to the place you felt yourself throbbing, aching for his touch, âYou have a meeting in ten minutes.â
âMeeting doesnât start until I say so, my love,â Bucky reminded you just as his index ghosted over your folds.
In truth, he was willing to play this game any way, and for however long, you wanted it done, so long as he was the one bringing you pleasure. Be that his cock, his finger, or all fucking five on one hand, Bucky just wanted to get you off. It was better sustenance to him than the whole damn meal the two of you had eaten that morning.
Bucky kept it down to one digit and lightly circled your bundle of nerves when he sensed you were ready.
You gripped his forearm and shot a quick look between your legs, still in disbelief as to how he could make you feel this good so soon after youâd cum twice before. You felt his lips drift over to yours and steal a few kisses.
âAlways doinâ so good for me,â Bucky praised, moving his finger in circles. When you whined against his mouth, he pressed it even harder, âSuch a good girl for daddy.â
âJames,â you breathed, clenching your legs together.
âEverything OK?â
âUh-huh.â
More than OK, in fact. That delectable coil of sweet, euphoric release was already swelling gently in your tummy. Bucky moved his finger even faster.
âTell me how it feels,â he murmured low in your ear.
Bucky loved seeing you try to articulate your feelingsârelatively fresh and new to your world, stillâwhile he was giving you pleasure. Adored the way you winced and whined and arched your back into his touch as a whole blustering hailstorm of sensations crashed over you.
He sank his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you, as if trying to extract the words from between your lips. Your response, in consequence, came somewhat stifled.
âMmâ feels so, ohââ Your voice broke off in a moan when Bucky tightened his circles, ââso good, daddy.â
âWanna show daddy how good and cum for me?â
Bucky knew by the way you were whimpering under his hand that the tendril in your stomach had almost tripled in size. It wouldnât take much to tip you over the edge.
âMy sweet girl,â he said, rubbing your cunt at the same time he was stroking the back of your head, gently, âFeels so nice down there, doesnât it?â
You rolled your hips against the bench and nodded. Your breaths were short and ragged, panting helplessly into Buckyâs mouth when he adjusted his hand just a little: pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, with his index moving down to your entrance. Pushing inside you.
âAnother,â you choked, not thinking.
Bucky met your desperate gaze and nodded, knowing this was exactly what you needed to make it over the precipice.
Still, he wouldnât be Bucky if he didnât tease just a bit.
âI thought my wife wanted one finger,â he hummed, brow pinching inward.
âNo, no.â You couldâve shrieked when he curled the digit, âWant moreâ Bucky, please, please, I need more.â
Again, your husband appeared to nod in understanding, but his fingers didnât budge. He worked his thumb a little faster and watched you writhe on the seat beneath him.
âHow many, honey? Donât wanna hurt my baby.â His words were all kindness, it seemed, but his tone laced with shameless condescensionâthe kind that said, yes, I know you need this, and no, I wonât indulge you just yet. Bucky was the worst when he wanted to prove a point. You couldâve ripped at his clothes and torn them in two if you werenât both stark naked and shrouded in steam.
You opted to pull at his hair instead.
Bucky winced, but the smirk never left.
âI said how many?â he pressed again.
âThree. Four.â Fuck if you knew.
Your husband raised both eyebrows and hummed, a single finger still plunging in and out of your cunt in quick succession. He teased the tip of another at your entrance and smiled even more when you whined.
âNeedy little thing, isnât she?â
âBuckyââ
âJust wants to fuck daddyâs hand to get herself off, hm?â
Bucky didnât bother to mask his sweet, degrading tone any longer as he talked down and teased you to no end. It drove him half-insane to see you squirm around, rut your hips, let him say the filthiest fucking words he could conjure up, and just bob your head to whatever he said. His impeccant wife and her insatiable needsâBucky couldnât even begin to express how turned on the sheer dichotomy got him. He stared in your eyes, all glossy and soft, and felt his cock stand even more rigid on his belly.
He didnât give a shit if heâd taunted you enough or not; he just shoved his middle and ring fingers alongside the first and clenched his jaw to start fucking you hard with all three.
Your whole face contorted with pleasure, tinged with the faintest shade of discomfort at the tail end of it. Youâd forgotten how big his fingers felt all together.
âBucky,â you whined, mindlessly clawing at the wrist that was moving back and forth, fast, between your legs, âB-Baby, slowâ slow down a little.â
But Bucky was deep in the zone. He knew you wanted it tooâsensed that you liked to play it safe when it came to your pleasure and grew a little timid at times it got to feel too muchâand he needed to talk you through it.
Rather than turn his head and keep to himself as he got you up to your peak, Bucky pressed his face down to yours and nodded againâthis time with a tender sincerity.
âFeel a little stretch down there, huh?â
You didnât have to say anything, just whimpering in time. Bucky kissed your forehead and let you fold into him as his fingers wreaked havoc down below. He kissed you again, and again, and in between kisses, mumbled,
âThatâs daddyâs sweet, needy little slut.â
âMy perfect fucking wife, so good at taking my fingers.â
âGonna be nice and stretched out for my cock, hm?â
Every syllable spoken aloud was like a brand new catalyst for your impending release. You barely nodded your head, opened your mouth and whined pathetically, but thatâs exactly how Bucky wanted you. Exactly how you needed to be, bucking your hips in time with the cadence of his fingers fucking inside you, and soon, those whimpers were turning to moans as that soft little helix inside you reached its breaking point.
Bucky brushed once or twice more against your sensitive spot, and suddenly you were coming undone all over himâcrying his name, clawing his skin, squeezing your legs so tight around his wrist you feared you might snap it in two, and then getting kissed again, over and over while Bucky drank in your every sound, and the few tears that sprung to your eyes as they always did, like sweet nectar.
You were still moaning, curling your tongue feebly against his own and leaning into him as far as you could, when your husband slipped three fingers up between your mouths and pushed them past your parted lips.
âSuck,â Bucky said, gritting his teeth as he watched you, âCâmere, honey, taste your cunt on my fingers.â
You took him in and sucked your arousal off his fingers just like he asked. Took him by surprise and dragged a mindless, lazy, half-crazed and careless tongue all over his hand, where your juices had no doubt collected too.
That slutty, fucked-out look you gave himâlike your brain had all but fallen out of your head with the orgasm heâd given youâwas everything Bucky couldâve wanted.
He climbed on top of you and took the base of his cock, rock-hard and weeping tears of precum from the tip, almost drunk from the feeling himself. His mouth hung open as he dragged himself over the seam of your cunt.
âI need to fuck you.â
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#THE TITLE WILL MAKE SENSE LATER I PROMISE#itâs âteaseâ not âteaserâ in the full fic that was just my attempt at humor#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#marvel#mcu#mob bucky barnes#marvel smut#marvel x reader#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#mob boss bucky#mob!bucky
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make a move on me
â pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x reader - 5.5k
â You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodeling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.
â Rated MA for babyâs first anal fic protected p in a and anal fingering (r receiving), age gap (reader is early 20âs, joel is 36), m masturbation/pillowhumping, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, gentle-turned-rough sex, pet names (baby, darling, honey, good girl, baby girl, little lady), slight degradation and condescension but only in a sexy way, one use of âslutâ, pussy pronouns, one (1) pussy slap, gratuitous dickscription, heavy dom/sub dynamics i mean seriously these power dynamics are out of control, tommy is a little bit of a shit (affectionate) [pls let me know if i missed anything at all :)]
â This reader insert character: has female anatomy and uses feminine pronouns, no name/no use of y/n, is generally able-bodied, fits in joelâs shirt and is implied to be shorter/smaller than him, is on summer break from college but no major/year is mentioned.
Joel had one rule for himself going into this job: be respectful. Keep his hands to himself and his mind on the job. Donât fret over the pretty little thing whoâs been draping herself all over the house ever since he started demo, practically begging to be fucked.
If he had any sense, he would pack his shit and drop the jobâor, at the very least, tell your parents to put you on a leash. But thereâs a little part of him that might be a glutton for punishmentâthat savors the teasing.
The most infuriating part of the whole thing is that he canât blame you for this whole mess. He shouldnât be so quick to temptation. You should be able to walk around your own home in whatever you want and not have to worry about the creepy contractor getting flustered every time he looks in your general direction.
But god, you make it hardâdouble entendre intended. You walk around like you havenât a care in the world because you donât; youâre home for summer break after a grueling year at college, and you intend to savor every languid second of it. Your preferred method of savoring just happens to be wearing tight little bikinis that barely hold anything in place as you lounge out by the pool in the Texas heat, or tight leggings that hug your ass so perfectly it almost makes him jealous of the material as you curl up with a book on your couch.
Joelâs a grown man. He can keep it in his pants, no matter how badly he wants you. But youâre not exactly making it easy on him.
Really, itâs Tommyâs fault when the levee breaks. If he could keep his big mouth shut, Joel mightâve been able to maintain the thin control he had over himself. But Tommy goes and makes an off-handed comment about you one night, and thatâs the beginning of the downward spiral.
The brothers are both lounging on Joelâs couch after a particularly taxing day of demolition work, beers cradled in hands and the TV droning uselessly with some movie that theyâre more staring at than actually watching. Itâs late, yet weary muscles are melted so comfortably into the couch that neither of them try to move even after Sarahâs gone off to bed.
Tommyâs eyes flicker over to Joel, then back to the TV. âThat girlâs gonâ be trouble for us, brother.â
Thereâs a question mark in the grunt Joel emits, leaning forward with interest because he knows Tommyâs talking about you without any specification.
Tommy hums in confirmation and takes a sip of his Corona. âSheâs always wearinâ those skimpy little outfits aâhers, and she ainât coy. Must catch that pretty little thing starinâ at your ass even more than I catch you starinâ at hers.â
Joel plays it off as best as he can until Tommy goes home for the night with a half-assed promise to actually be on time in the morning for once. Then he goes up to his room, locks the door, and wraps himself around the spare pillow that lays against his headboard.
He tries so desperately hard not to think about the plump round curve of your ass, or the enticing way you lick your lips, or those damned little bikinis you favor. He grinds his aching cock into the soft pillowcase and tries to think about anything that isnât you.
But he comes with a muffled growl of your name anyway, face pushed deep into the pillow and hips jerking arrhythmically.
Thereâs not much he can do now besides clean himself up and try not to think about how thoroughly fucked he is.
The next day is torture because he can feel your gaze lingering. He catches you checking him out on more than one occasion, and youâre brazen about it now. You can tell something has shifted, so you shift with it. Where you once wouldâve flushed with heat and hurried away to your room, you now meet his heated eye contact and hold it.
Joelâs jaw hurts that night from the way itâs been hard-set and clenched all day long. He rubs over his sore temporomandibular joints with his long, thick fingers and wills himself to siphon you out from beneath his skin.
It doesnât work.
The work helps. Laying tile is something he normally considers tedious, but itâs a welcome reprieve in your home because he can get down on his hands and knees and focus on something that isnât you.
You see the labor heâs going through, and you appreciate it. And really, what kind of host would you be if you didnât reward his efforts?
It starts with a pitcher of iced tea. Itâs made just the way Joel likes it, with light ice and a few slices of lemon. He doesnât know how you could possibly guess that, but it makes him want you that much more.
And then itâs cookies. Pain-stakingly handmade oatmeal raisin cookies, to be exact. Youâre like something out of his most shameful domestic dreams in your cute floral-patterned apron and oven mitts as you pull the tray of cookies out of the oven, and an image of you in nothing but those mitts and that apron flickers through his mind before he can stop it.
All the while you traipse around the house like a mirageâhumming along to the yacht rock that drifts from Joelâs stereo, swaying your hips in the kitchen as you put together the most delicious bologna sandwich Joelâs ever eaten, toweling off your soaking wet body after an afternoon in the pool. Youâre the worst temptation Joelâs ever had to face.
It becomes his mantra. Be respectful, be respectful, be respectful.
But thereâs no respect in your eyes. Thereâs nothing honorable about the way you bite your lip and smirk when he catches your gaze lingering on him.
Joel had one rule for himself going into this job: be respectful. But why should he have to play nice if you donât?
And really, the whole thing is Tommyâs fault. He started it with that first comment about you, and then he goes and calls out sick (read: horribly hungover) this morning. He leaves Joel all alone with youâgives you the perfect opening to pounce.
Or, more accurately, entice Joel into pouncing on you.
Heâs just setting his tool bag down, about to decide where he wants to start today, when your beautiful face pops in through the door.
âGood morning, Joel,â you say with that gorgeous smile of yours that makes his knees go a little weak. âNo Tommy today?â
He nearly chokes on his own tongue when you step further into the room wearing a plaid button-up he left here earlier in the week and booty shorts so small he has to do a doubletake to make sure youâre actually wearing anything on your lower half. You look fucking good in his shirt, and suddenly all he can think about is pulling you in and bending you over the half-finished vanityâ
âN-no. Heâs sick,â Joel manages to choke out. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then, âthatâs my shirt, isnât it?â
You look down and rub the time-worn fabric between your fingers like you have to think about it, like you donât know exactly what youâre doing.
âOh, it mustâve gotten mixed in with our laundry!â The little giggle you let out is so innocent that he almost believes you. Almost. âHereââ
You start to lift the fabric up your torso in the most tantalizingly slow fashion, and he just sits there and watches it happen. He sees the first peek of skin above the waistband of your shorts, and then your beautiful stomach, then the delicious curve of a breastâ
He quickly jolts out a hand to stop you in the midst of mentally willing every single molecule in his dick to control itself. âSâalright, darlinâ. You keep it. Looks better on you, anyway.â
âOkay,â you acquiesce and let the fabric drop back down into its rightful place. âCan I get you anything? Water maybe?â
He certainly could use it. His neck and face are flushed red, and thereâs sweat starting to form at his temples despite the relatively cool temperature within the house.
He realizes, with startling clarity, that heâs at a precipice right now. This might be the only chance he gets to really do something about this burgeoning tension thatâs spread thicker than butter between you and him. Heâs got a choice to make, and itâs not going to be an easy choice.
âSure.â It comes out a bit too high-pitched, so he clears his throat and tries again. âSure, sweetheart. Thatâd be great.â
âAlright,â you say with that damned giggle again. âIâll be right back.â
As soon as you leave the room, Joel feels like he can breathe again. Itâs so much easier to think straight when youâre not standing there, smiling up at him and looking so damn gorgeous.
Heâs got two options, when it boils down to it: fuck you or leave you alone. And he really, really wants to take you. Make you scream his name while he pounds himself into you, fill you so full that you never completely wash him out. And you want it too, he knows you do, youâre practically begging for it.
But he promised himself he would be respectful. That he would keep his hands away from the girl thatâs definitely too young and too pure for someone like himâbecause he knows that if has you, heâll never be able to get enough.
Thereâs a very clear and obvious loophole that comes to mind now; a way he could have you without ruining you, a way you could both come out of this satisfied yet mostly intact. Joelâs never been opposed to doing the hard jobs, after all.
Heâs got a condom in his wallet and KY jelly in his bagâmostly used for plumbing fittings, but itâll do the job for this kind of pipework, too.
You come back with a glass of ice water, and his resolve slips. How the hell is he supposed to initiate this? What if you say no and think heâs disgusting? What if you tell your parents? He canât do this, this was such a horrible idea, heâ
Your touch on his back is like a gentle breeze, just a flutter of your fingers to alert him to your return. He flinches a bit at the sudden contact, but when he turns youâre still so achingly close. He can smell the agonizingly sweet aroma of your conditioner and the lotion you slather on your body after showering, and all he wants is more. He wants to wrap you around him, to inhale that scent straight from the source. His resolve is back, just like that.
He doesnât give himself another opportunity to hesitate. He places one big, meaty palm on your cheek and wraps the other around your hand that holds the glass of ice water to steady you; and then he kisses you with such bruising force it almost knocks the wind out of you.
You moan. You actually moan the second his lips meet yours, and he knows just like thatâwith a startling moment of clarityâthat this isnât going to be enough. Heâs going to take, and take, and takeâgorge himself on you until you have nothing left to give. And the strangest thing of the whole matter is that he thinks youâll actually enjoy his greed.
âJoelââ
âTell me you donât want this,â he murmurs as his lips break away from yoursâso low and soft in your ear it canât be anything but a growl. âTell me you donât want this, and Iâll stop right now.â
âI want it,â you affirm.
He searches your eyes, but he finds only earnest honesty and lust. That darkness, that pure and unadulterated want is enough to make his pants tighten. âFuck.âÂ
Heâs so big underneath your roaming hands as he crowds you back against the long bathroom vanity. He lifts you like youâre nothing and sets you on the counter top; he slots himself between your legs and thereâs an actual stretch in your muscles to accommodate the width of his hips. One of his wide palms slips behind your head and his fingers tangle into your hair, tugging a little bit to angle your head just the way he wants it. Itâs messy and frenzied and desperateâyour hands gliding over tee shirt-covered muscle, his tugging your (his) shirt up over your stomach.
âWas starting to think you werenât interested.â Your voice is heavy and breathy as he breaks away to tug the shirt over your head, casting it aside to lie forgotten on the floor.
âIâve been tryna convince myself mânot,â he kisses into your neck. âDidnât work.â
With a sudden roll of his hips, he has you gasping into his neck. He canât be more than half-hard, but that bulge is formidable. Thick and straining and⊠suddenly you canât focus on anything except getting him out of those tight jeans to see what youâre working with.
Your hand just barely fits around him. Heâs thick and flushed, getting harder with each passing second as he scatters feather-light kisses over your neck and shoulders. He muffles a groan into your neck as you slowly pump his lengthâyou think heâs seven, maybe eight inches at best guess. The tip of him is flushed red once you get his uncut skin out of the way, and it makes your mouth water. Thereâs a slight upward curve to him and a long, prominent vein that runs down the left side. Itâs porn star materialâyou didnât know real people had dicks like this.
âJoel⊠Jesus, thatâs gonna be a tight fit.â
âOh, donât worry darlinâ,â he hums, thumb ghosting over your clit in a way that makes your entire body jolt. âIt ainât goinâ in there.â
Thereâs nothing but pure excitement in your voice, despite the anxious gulp that tracks down your throat. âWhereâŠâ
âFlip over fâme.â
You follow his instruction with a sort of morbid curiosity, hopping down from the counter before folding yourself over it.
You can feel his eyes on you, as he takes in your willingness. Itâs like youâre on display for him, for his appraisal. Youâve still got shorts and a bra on, yet youâve never felt more exposed.
Itâs almost like he can sense your mind swirlingâmaybe itâs because his is prone to do the same. He sets a gentle hand on your back and smooths it down your spine as he crowds up against youâyou can feel the press of his exposed cock against the curve of your ass, and it makes you shiver.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â he murmurs as he folds over you, caging you in with the delicious weight of his body. His lips trace along the curve of your jaw and down your neck as he speaks. âBut I made myself this little promise that I wouldnât fuck you. You got me actinâ so unprofessional, honey.â
You whine at the sincerity in his voiceâall youâve wanted since the day he started was for him to have you folded over and at his mercy like this.Â
âYou can fuck me,â you whine earnestly. âItâs okay, I promise. Wonât tell.â
âMmm, I know. Youâre too good a girl to go gettinâ me in trouble over somethinâ like this,â he humsâyou can hear the condescension in his voice even as he praises you, and it makes your cunt clench around nothing. âBut with all the teasinâ you been doinâ... donât rightly know that you deserve to be fucked.â
âPleaseââ
âHowever,â he continues, landing a light smack to your ass in retaliation for your interruption, âmight be willinâ to take you anyway, with some conditions. Out of the goodness of my heart.â
He pauses to let you ask, âWhat conditions?â
And then he pauses again, asking his own question this time. Is he really going to go through with this? But heâs spent the better part of two weeks staring at your ass, and youâve spent the better part of two weeks putting it on display for him. Itâs like youâve been silently asking him all this time to take it.
His hand slides down from where it rests on your spine, over your tailbone to where heâs been thinking about all this time. He feels the way your muscles tense up even through your shorts, and it sends a thrill he canât describe coursing through his veins.
âYou ever taken someone here before?â
âN-no.â He feels it again as his other hand comes to soothingly rub your hipâthat excited-yet-nervous flutter of muscle. You havenât run away screaming yet, and thatâs the biggest motivator he could have to keep going.
âI think you ought to let me. As a thank you, for puttinâ up with all your play,â he growls into your ear.
Itâs fucking dirty, the idea of letting a man you hardly know take you in such a taboo way. Itâs even dirtier how fucking excited the idea has you.
âYou say no right now and Iâll drop it,â he murmurs so sweetly. âDonât ever have to talk about this again.â
Youâre shaking your head before heâs even finished talkingâa sly smirk spreading over your lips as you grind back against him hard enough to make him choke on a moan.
âItâs only right,â you affirm. âGotta make it up to you for how naughty Iâve been.â
His eyes flash dangerously as he grinds his cock against you again, smearing precome against the flimsy fabric of your shorts. âAtta fuckinâ girl.â
He has your bottoms and panties down around your ankles in a flash, and he actually groans at the sight of your sticky cunt all puffy and wet and on display for him.
He canât resist the urge to swipe a finger through your folds, delighting in the string of shiny arousal that connects his finger to your core when he pulls away. âShe wants it so bad, hmm? Such a shame she ainât gettinâ any.â
It tugs a moan from your throat, especially when he drags as much slick as he can up to circle your tightest hole. He feels the way you flutter with apprehension, and he leans back down to kiss the corner of your jaw.
âGonna get you nice and ready, I promise. Mânot gonna hurt you, baby girl.â
âThank you, daââ You almost lost yourself there for a secondâalmost laid your whole hand of cards out on the table for him to see. You try not to get flustered over the slipâyou simply clear your throat and try again. âThank you, Joel.â But you arenât nearly as smooth as you hope to be.
In a flash Joelâs free hand is lifting your head, forcing you to look into his deep brown eyes. Theyâre so much darker than normal, and it only serves to make you wetter.
âWhatâd you call me?â
âJ-Joel.â
His hand slips down to your throat and gives it a warning squeezeâhis jaw is set, you know he isnât playing. âTry again, and tell the truth this time.â
âD⊠daddy.â
You try to hide your face, to cower in shame, but he wonât let you. He smashes his lips to yours at the exact second his first finger probes that tight, waiting entrance.
âGood girl,â he murmurs as he slowly breaches you, using your own slick to guide the way. âWasnât so hard, was it?â
You canât do anything but gasp, hands clutching for dear life to the edge of the counter. This feels different, and not in the way you were expecting it to. Itâs tight, sure, and it feels foreign, but it also feels so much better than you ever couldâve expected it to. The subtle stretch around his thick finger is addicting.
Joelâs jaw drops at the expression on your face; you already look so thoroughly fucked-out, and heâs barely even started. âFuck.You like this, hmm? Like feelinâ daddyâs fingers gettinâ you ready for his big cock?â
The only response he gets is a wrecked little whimper, and he props your chin up again to meet his heated gaze. âTalk to me. Gotta talk to me, tell me how youâre feelinâ, or Iâm gonna stop.â
âFuck!â Itâs shriller than you want it to be and you would feel pathetic if you werenât so thoroughly overwhelmed with this new sensation. âDonât stop daddy!â
âFeels good, yeah? How long has daddyâs little slut wanted to try this?â
But thereâs no way you can be expected to answer, not when heâs adding another finger to the onslaught. Not when your legs are already shaking and youâre thinking about just how many fingers heâs going to have to use to get you ready for the massive cock you can feel throbbing against your thigh.
He retracts just as suddenly as he started, and a needy little whine escapes from your throat involuntarily.
He canât help chuckling as he reaches for the bottle of KY jelly heâd dug out of his bag while you were getting him water. It feels like itâs been years since you left the room on that little errand for himâdefinitely not the barely ten minutes itâs actually been.
âRelax, baby girl. Iâm cominâ right back.â
You feel the cool drizzle of the water-based substance over your hole and it forces another whine from your throat. Itâs met with his thick fingers again, spreading the jelly over your hole before plunging two in knuckle-deep.
âAtta girl.â His voice is thick and sweet as honey as he slowly works his fingers, thrusting and scissoring at an achingly slow pace. âDoinâ so good fâme.â
âDaddyââ
âI know,â he coos. âI know, itâs so much, isnâit?â
All you can manage to do is nod your head, arms shaking under the strain of holding yourself upright. He sees the way your limbs tremble and he adds a third finger just to be extra cruelâalthough he steadies you by grabbing your hip firmly with his free hand, keeping you in place as he fucks you open with his fingers.
Everything is so hot. Thereâs a sticky sheen of sweat covering your forehead and your chest; you can feel your own slick dripping down your thighs.
And then his free hand drops down to thumb at your clit, and everything twists in your gut so fast it nearly gives you whiplash.
Within seconds youâre comingâno pretense, no warning. It explodes white-hot from your belly and sweeps through you to the tips of your fingers and toes with flash flood speed. One second thereâs nothing more than pleasant anticipationâthe next, youâre shaking and convulsing and sobbing Joelâs name as you fight with every cell in your body to remain upright.
He does his part to work you through it, thumb swiping even circles on your sensitive clit, pulling his fingers from you to pin you in place on the counter so he can continue working you through it.
âI know, I know,â he coos so sweetly in your ear over the sound of your moans and cries. âYouâre doinâ so good baby, let yourself have it.â
Itâs minutes before youâre breathing normally againâyour legs are cramping from trying so desperately to support your shaky weight. Joelâs hands are soothing you the whole time once he lets up the onslaught on your clit; itâs like heâs mapping you, tracing over every dip and curve so tenderly you could almost forget what this encounter really is.
âDoinâ okay?â He husks into your earâand then heâs folding himself over you again, and you can feel the insistent press of his hard cock against the curve of your ass.
For some reason, thatâs what really makes it sink in. Thatâs the moment you realize that this is actually going to happenâthat you want it to happen. Joelâs about to take something from you that no one has ever taken before, and you want him to. Youâre offering it willingly, even.
You hum in response and buck your hips back, giving him a delicious taste of friction that pulls a ground from his throat. âMhm. Iâm ready, daddy.â
âFuck, thatâs my girl.â He gives your hip a light pat before pulling away for a moment, and you somehow have the presence of mind to jump up on the deep countertop because you know your legs wonât be able to support you through whatâs about to happen.
Thereâs a smile on his handsome face when he turns back towards you, lube and condom in hand. âThat how you want it, baby?â
Despite everything thatâs already happened, you feel so much more exposed like this. Youâre completely naked, and heâs fully clothed with his pants shoved down just enough to free his dick. Even as you spread your legs to admit him between your thighs, you feel shy. And he senses it, the slight apprehension in your gaze, because his smile softens even further; he sets the lube and condom down on the counter next to you so he can grasp the collar of his worn t-shirt and tug it up over his head.
Heâs beautiful for a nearly forty-year-old man, you think. Heâs firm and toned, but thereâs a softness about him that you canât help admiring, especially around his belly. Your eyes eagerly lap up the soft curve of his tummy, following the tantalizing promise of his treasure trail to his cock, hard and aching for you. The ruddy, flushed tip is weeping for you; you donât know that youâve ever seen someone so turned on before, and itâs a heady rush of power.
He chuckles as he sees your hungry eyes taking him inâhe raises one big hand to cup your chin and pull your gaze up to meet his. âYouâre so pretty, baby, look so good spread out fâme like this. You sure youâre ready fâthis?â
âFuck yes,â you say with an alluring little wiggle of your hips, and thatâs more than enough for him.
He pulls his bottom lip between even rows of shiny white teeth as he rolls the condom down over his length, and itâs actually intimidating like this. Heâs so big and imposing and it makes your legs want to close, butâ
âMâgonna go slow, okay?â He vows, voice gentle as his big, brown eyes look into yours. His fingers wrap tightly around the half-used tube of KY jelly, and he leans down to kiss you when he sees the nervous gulp that bobs your throat. âGonna be real gentle, I promise. You tap out at any time and weâre done, âkay?â
âOkay,â you affirm, and you feel a lot better. As out of the blue as this is, as little as you really know Joel, you can tell heâs being sincere. You trust him; you know he wonât hurt you.
The first press of his aching tip against your hole is enough to make you choke on a gasp. Heâs big, and even with all of his attentive prep work to get you ready for him itâs a tight fit. You can tell itâs affecting him, too. His eyes flutter shut and he bites down hard on his bottom lip, and you can tell that heâs fighting with all his strength not to just shove himself deep inside you. You appreciate his restraint more than words can convey, so you donât even try; you hook your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep, messy, desperate kiss instead. His tongue licks eagerly into your mouth as he eases his hips further and further towards yours, and itâs a nice distraction from the nearly overwhelming stretch of your muscle trying to accommodate his girth.
He shudders when his hips finally meet yours, cock stuffed to the hilt into your ass. âGod damn baby, youâre so fuckinâ tight. You doinâ okay?â
You whine at the first roll of his hips, nodding your head rapidly because words wonât come. Itâs such a foreign sensation, being stretched and breached like this. Not unpleasant necessarily, but so brain-scramblingly different that all you can do is dig your nails into his strong, broad shoulders and hold on for dear life as he actually starts to fuck into you.
Itâs nasty, and youâve never been so wet in your life. You hear the sticky squelch of lube as he thrusts his hips, shoving his cock deeper than you imagined possible. Your own wetness seeps from your neglected cunt and drenches him, dripping down around his cock and wetting the dense curls at the apex of his sex.
âShit baby, youâre takinâ daddyâs cock so well,â he whines breathlessly; one arm hooks under your knee so he can spread you open a bit wider for him, and then the other hand returns to your puffy, arousal swollen clit.
You make what has to be the most high-pitched sound youâve ever made as his index and middle fingers start a torturously slow pace on the little bud. âFuck daddy!â
âI know,â he coosâyou think that soft, breathy, Southern twang is going to actually put you in your grave. âI know, you wanna come, dontcha? Itâs okay baby, daddyâs gonna make you come all over his cock just the way you need.â
His hips pick up the pace in time with his fingers, and all you can do is lay there limply like a ragdoll. The pleasure is so much different than what youâre used to, but itâs good. Itâs amazing, the feeling of him balls deep in your guts in tandem with his ministrations on your clit, in a way you never imagined it could be.
âSuch a good fuckinâ girl fâme,â he growls, hitching your leg a bit higher over his hip so he can thrust even deeper. âFuck, mânot gonna last long like this. Youâre gonna make daddy come so hard in this tight little ass.â
His words are accentuated with a little smack to the side of your ass, and it makes you moan louder still. Your head rolls back as he picks up the pace of his fingers, swirling hard and messy circles with reckless abandon. Heâs not trying to prolong it anymoreâheâs going for the kill.
âFuck daddy!â Your hands scrabble for purchase on his smooth, freckled skin as he pounds harder into you. âW-want it, please, want you to come in my assââ
âGonna give it to you, impatient girl,â he growls deep in his chest. âYou gimme one first.â
Your entire body jolts when he brings his hand down on your sensitive cunt before groaning at the way your arousal sticks to his hand and makes his fingers shine.
âShe wants tâbe stuffed so full, doesnât she?â He purrs, fingers dancing so fucking teasingly around your fluttering cunt that it makes your eyes water. âBet sheâd love to be chock fullâa cock right now.â
âJoelââ
âNow, now, baby, no whininâ. Itâs unbecominâ for such a sweet little lady,â he grunts, and the condescension dripping from his tone is almost enough to make you come on its own. âYouâre gonna take what I give you and be grateful for it, aintcha?â
âYesyesyespleaseââ
His fingers have barely returned to your clit before youâre coming again. This one is even more powerful than beforeâa hurricane instead of a flash flood. Your entire body trembles with the ebbing flow of pleasurable wavesâthe words youâre panting arenât even discernible English anymore.
The way you clench and flutter around him in your own pleasure pulls him over the edge faster than anything ever has before. He comes hard, chest clenching hard around his breath, cock twitching more violently than anything youâve ever felt before as he spills his load into the condom.
Itâs a long, breathless moment before he pulls himself from the vice-like grip you have around his dick. He pulls out with a deep, long groanâit makes you giggle, because itâs the most over-dramatic sound youâve ever heard in your life.
Thereâs a beat, and then he starts laughing, too. At the sweet sound of your laugh, at the way he feels like he just ran a marathon, at the absolute absurdity of this whole thing. His laughter is so sweet and gut-deep and infectious, and it only serves to make you laugh harder. For a good few moments itâs just you and Joel, half naked, panting and sweaty, doubled over in laughter.
And then the bathroom door swings open and Tommy barges in.Â
âIâm feelinâ a helluva lot better after sleepinâ in, whatâs so funnyââ He stops dead in his tracks; he sees you naked and spread out on the counter and Joel disheveled and sweating. Neither of you are laughing very much anymore as you both scramble to cover yourselves up.
Tommy quirks a brow, a smirk spreading across his lips as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Joel. âWell, well, well. What have we here?â
You donât know how to answer when youâre so mortified, so you do the only thing you can think ofâyou dart out of the room and down the hall to the safety of your bedroom as fast as your shaky legs can carry you.
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dark!joel x f!reader. one shot.
main masterlist | ao3 | kofi
summary: you're having a bad day. one you think is getting better once a rough around the edges man comes to your rescue. you didn't expect it would takes such a sharp turn for the worse. first person pov reader. 9.2k words.
warnings: 18+ MDNI! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! NON CONSENUAL SEXUAL ACTS, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, pervy, sleazy, and foul mouthed joel. degradation, sexual favors, forced oral and piv, virgin reader, corruption, innocence, and daddy kinks featured. biiig ol' age gap (reader's age not mentioned other than "young" but i imagine her as 18-20 as she has a relatively immature attitude, imagining joel 50-55), this is not for everyone and that's okay. i'm not responsible for the content you consume.
a/n: i had some hormonal induced insanity and came up with this. i had a great time trying out a new pov for writing fic! enjoy him as much as i did, friends đ€ and thanks @joelstummy for the amazing freaky beta work!
Iâll be the first person to admit now that what Iâve been doing is stupid. Dangerous. Idiotic. The list goes on. I can hear my fatherâs stern, militant voice in the back of my head, telling me as much. Except now he likely wonât get the chance to relish in it because Iâm going to die here. Way out here where nobody will find my body, and Iâll be just another person that went missing in the QZ, never to be seen again. But this time, itâs not some sleazy FEDRA scheme and coverup or a smuggling deal gone wrong.
Itâs utterly and completely my fault.
Sneaking out wasnât meant to become a habit, but after the first few times, I lost the fear and adrenaline that had burned hot through my veins at those first steps of freedom. I craved it again, so I kept going further. And further. Away from civilization as I knew it, until the cluster of buildings known as the Quarantine Zone became a tiny speck in the distance. Out here was desolation, nothingness, only abandoned buildings to explore. The infected were another story, but I started to learn routes that helped me avoid encounters with them.
It helped clear my mind after a while, this newly found sense of adventure. All Iâd ever known was a cage, a walled city that had become so mundane I felt my insides starting to rot from the listlessness of it all. My father was important - top in the rankings - I knew that, and it was all the more reason to keep me safely locked away while the city stirred with chatter of an uprising against FEDRA.Â
He never bothered to check on me much, anyways, making my little forays quite easy. Once Iâd persuaded enough people with ration cards, theyâd shown me the tunnel leading to freedom. Well, that tunnel, then another, a ladder to climb back up to the surface, and only then could I go through a precarious hole in a chain link fence. That was the smugglerâs route, they said, an easy ticket to getting in and out without being noticed.Â
Iâd been abusing it, staying out for days at a time, never able to drink in enough of this quiet solitude that was of my own choosing, not my fatherâs. I couldnât quite figure out what hole inside of me I was trying to fill, but Iâd be damned if I stopped trying.
However, today seemed to be my last chance to try at all. His footsteps had been quiet - so quiet - approaching behind me. An old store, full of half decayed plushies, molded candies, and other adorable things from lives long put in the past, had called to me, distracted me. The arm around my throat, constricting, the other coming up to put a hand over my mouth. A dirty, putrid smell encompassing everything as I sputtered against him. This is it, Iâd thought. What a waste.
I scream and fight against the strong hold he has on me, a nasty sneer right against my skin. âWhatâs some fresh meat like you doing waaaay out here, huh?â a dark voice rattles into my ear.
I scream behind his dirty palm in response, kicking my legs back at him. I should have learned more self defense, but who needs it when youâve spent most of your life safely tucked away with your family name as your biggest protector?
âYou smell good⊠real goodâŠâ The creepâs voice buzzes by me as he takes a deep breath in, making me shudder. One swift kick and Iâm sure this is it, the one to knock him senseless and let me escape. Heâs smart for how distracted he seems to be by my scent, and heâs one step ahead of me. My legs are kicked out from underneath me as I rear one back, and I fall to the ground, the man coming down with me to sit on my back, straddling my body in a fluid motion. He grips my hands behind my back, leaving me helpless in my fight, kicking and screaming. Iâm ice and heat all at once, my body burning in a frozen blaze, my fight or flight quickly turning to fawn as his weight presses down on me.
âYou can have anything in my backpack, anything! Please, let me go! I - I donât want any trouble,â I choke out pathetically, hating how my voice comes out in shaky waves. This isnât how to appeal to people like this, people who have lost their sense of humanity, evident by the way heâs now grinding himself down onto my jean clad asscheeks.Â
A laugh comes out of him that would haunt me as evil incarnate for the rest of my days if I wasnât so sure that I was going to die at the hands of this man after he was done with me. âWe both know I donât give a fuck about any damn backpack of yours. I donât want any trouble either, sweet cheeks, I just think youâd have a lot of fun with me and my friends. But mostly me,â he replies with the hint of a wink in his voice.Â
My stomach clenches, sickness rolling in that is only furthered as the man leans down, cloaking me with his large form. I canât turn enough to see him, to even know what this violation of a man looks like, but his energy is beyond hideous as I catch a glimpse of his yellowing teeth in a grin before he pushes my head down to the cracked linoleum tiles. My hair tangled in his fingers, he holds me down hard, and I struggle to breathe as he crushes me beneath him.
âNow, are you gonna come easily, or do I need to do things the hard way? Either way is fine with me, for a fine piece of ass like this. In fact, I might prefer it the hard way, but weâd hate to ruin this pretty skin of yours, wouldnât we?â He says slowly, pressing the cold blade of a knife to my throat.
âO-okay, okay,â I acquiesce, stopping my squirming, just needing a bit of room to breathe, my lungs heavy inside my chest. My panic only makes my chest tighter, even when the man leans back the tiniest bit. I had hoped that my sudden compliance would get that knife off my throat, but it hasnât. âJust donât hurt me⊠pleaseâŠâ I whimper.
He lets out a long, ragged sigh. âAfraid I canât promise that.âÂ
Iâve never felt fear like this, such certainty that I was about to be ruined, my life as I know it changing without a chance to even look back. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace for it, for anything heâs about to do next, finally accepting that there isnât any appealing to scummy men in a scummy world. But nothing comes except for a muffled crack ringing through the air, and then a thud as the entire weight of my adversary falls on top of me, crushing. Something warm has splattered on my skin, my face, then starts to coat my jacket, seeping through. I shake violently, begging my body to catch a full breath under the weight of him.Â
Then as suddenly as it happened, it stops, the body yanked off of me and tossed to the side with ease. The deafening thud of his entire weight onto the ground is stark. I flip over and scramble backwards, grabbing the knife that had fallen from the manâs hand in his swift, final moment. Holding up a shaky hand, I grip the knife tightly, looking up to face a brutish, tall man with overgrown hair of chestnut and gray. A trim beard with the same coloring wraps around his tightly set jaw. Heâs all wide shoulders, thick arms, broad chest, and my senses go on high alert again. His gun is practically still smoking as it hangs at his side, an active threat.
âYâalright?â he drawls, thick and deep, echoing through the abandoned shop. One step closer to me has the knife practically flailing as I struggle to calm my hands, a strained hum alongside my shaky breathing the only sound I seem capable of making.
âPut that thing down,â he says calmly, almost exasperated. His stance slackens, one knee pushed out as he sizes me up. Iâm likely the most miserable looking thing heâs seen in a while, Iâm sure. âYouâre harmless.â
âH-how do I know youâre not with him?â I blurt out.
My gruff savior lifts his brows incredulously. âThat guy?â he asks, motioning impatiently to the dead body only a foot away. âThink Iâd be puttinâ a bullet right in his skull if he was my best buddy?â
My eyes dance over him as I think. He has a point, and he did just save me from whatever debauched things that strangerâs mind had been conjuring up.
âY-yeah, you have a point,â I finally say. He steps closer, and this time, I let him, putting the knife down. He motions with an authoritarian air for me to push it away, and I obey immediately, flinging it across the room.Â
âPoor fucker died with a hard on, didnât he?â The man muses as his boots thud on the way over to the body, kicking it slightly as if to check, letting it roll back before turning his attention on me. âNow, are you usually this stupid, cominâ into hunter territory, or what?â he asks, reaching a hand down to me, presumably to help me up.
âI didnât knowâŠâ I mumble, letting his hand hang there. He doesnât snatch it back right away, although I can tell he wants to, that heâs already beyond exasperated by his day and the last thing heâd wanted was a damsel in distress like me. I hate that heâs proving all the things Iâd been trying to disprove about myself by coming out on these solo trips into the great, big outside. Iâm weak. Dependent. Needy. It makes my skin crawl with self loathing and frustration.
âDidnât know, huh? So just clueless, then?â the man spits out, staring down at me with darkened eyes that make me turn my head away in shame. At my sullen silence, he seems to soften a little. âIâm Joel,â he says, an offering to go along with his outstretched hand.
I sigh, taking it and telling him my own name. Iâm up on my feet, dusting myself off and looking at him shyly now. I donât know what people are supposed to say when someone saves their life, so I just mumble, âThank you.â
Joel snorts, nodding in acknowledgment as he crouches to pat down the body, seeming to come up short of anything interesting. âDonât thank me yet,â he says, standing back to his full, towering height, glancing around with sharp eyes. âWe should move.â
I might be as stupid as he says, because I wordlessly start to follow him towards the door. His hand stretches out behind him, open and inviting me in as he checks outside the door with a careful peek, his gun held tightly in the other. I stare down at it in disbelief. âCâmon, I donât bite,â he sighs, that perpetual vexation in his tone again as he twitches his brows at me. âNeed you close by. Anâ it seems you have a tendency to go where you shouldnât.â
My cheeks grow hot at the harsh truth of it, and I grasp his hand without any further objections, marveling for a moment at the way it envelops mine. All calloused and hard, mine soft and unused for labor of any kind.Â
âIâve got a safehouse not too far from here.â
âA safehouse?â
âItâs already gettinâ dark. There ainât no way weâre making it back to the QZ today, princess,â he retorts quickly, the pet name mocking on his tongue.
âHowâd you know?â I ask softly, disappointment pressing in on my shoulders.
He chuckles out more of a snort, pulling me around a bend, slowly leaving behind the dangerous territory that Iâd unknowingly encroached on. âYouâre a FEDRA princess if Iâve ever seen one,â he tells me, and my heart sinks that I was so easy to read. Iâd seen how capable this man Joel was, but damn was he was astute, more than Iâd given him credit for.Â
I chew at my lip. âFair enough,â I mumble under my breath, letting him take his well earned win. The longer I hang onto Joelâs hand, letting him expertly weave me through the barren streets, the safer I start to feel. He knows where heâs going, a practiced route heâs taken countless times, and it hits me then that this man is a smuggler. He has to be.
âAre you a smuggler?â I ask pointedly. âIâve heard that people like that come in and out of the QZ.â
Joel falters for just a brief second, giving me a wily grin. âLook whoâs readinâ who now,â he says with a dry chuckle. âAinât gonna run and tell your daddy, are you?â
I shake my head, pressing my lips together in a smile. âI can keep a secret.â In fact, I like keeping secrets from my father, hence the sneaking out, so Joel can count on me to never rat him out.
His amused grin in response lights a little flame akin to friendship inside of me. This grumpy old bastard could smile after all. âJust through here,â he says, letting the smile drop, taking a sharp left down a street just as a sprinkle of rain starts to fall on us. Itâs a less urban area - more like a neighborhood - sprouted with apartment buildings and abandoned, vine covered cars. Itâs my favorite thing about all the exploration Iâve been doing, seeing the way nature can reclaim anything and make it her own.Â
The cracked street below us makes me tread carefully, lagging behind as Joelâs hand tugs me along urgently. We turn down an alley, Joel whipping his head left to right before dragging me behind him, finally dropping my hand to open a door that leads right into a tiny lobby and a stairwell. He runs a hand through his damp hair, slicking it back some - a rather handsome look for him, now that Iâm thinking about it. I try to ignore that thought as his voice booms through the empty room.
âUp,â he commands, gripping my hand again and leading us up the stairs.Â
My stomach sinks a little when he takes out a key, unlocking a padlock on one of the apartments numbered 405 and pushing the old, chipped door inwards. I have no reason not to trust Joel, he saved my life afterall, but I canât shake the nerves I feel from being in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar man. Itâs quiet here, likely nobody in the vicinity but the two of us.
âHome sweet home,â he grunts out, dropping his backpack and gun holster near the door and shrugging off his damp jacket, leaving him in a plain tee shirt that hugs his muscular frame. Itâs a small, cramped apartment with a living room and kitchen directly next to it, a little window cut into the wall, peering in on the living room from above the stove. It looks as if itâs left exactly as it was years ago, full of furniture and clutter, only a vessel for Joel to use without making it his own at all. I peer past to see a small hallway I can only assume leads to a bedroom and bathroom.
âKnow it ainât the palace youâre probably used to, but weâll be safe anâ dry here,â he say, and I roll my eyes behind his back. If Joel thinks that I live in a palace, heâs clearly misunderstood the state that the QZ is in. My fatherâs house is spacious, sure, but itâs just as dilapidated as the rest of the city. The only difference is the level of protection afforded to our homes.
He ambles into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets with a clatter, then comes back moments later with an open can of beans and two forks. Iâm still standing in the entryway, unsure of what to do with myself.
âHungry?â he asks gruffly, and I shake my head, wide eyed. Iâd lost my appetite the minute that man had grabbed me earlier, and I couldnât seem to get it back. Joel shrugs, digging in with a messy forkful of from the can. âYour funeral,â he says, chewing.
Joel sinks down onto the couch with a tiny groan, setting down the can on the side table next to his armrest, giving the other cushion an expectant look. âWell, you gonna sit your ass on down anâ tell me why the hell I had to save it today, or what? Why the hell youâre wanderinâ around like itâs a free for all out there?â
I flinch slightly at his harsh tone, but gingerly step my way into the room, unzipping my jacket and shedding it. For the chill outside, the temperature inside the apartment is more comfortable than Iâd expect, my skin welcoming the change. Joel eyes my thin tee shirt, and I feel a flash of heat sweep my skin before I feel the prickle of goosebumps, knowing my nipples are poking through the fabric. His eyes catch there before he promptly averts them.
I sit precariously next to Joel on the loveseat, pressed as far away as I can from him, not wanting to cramp his personal space. But he seems to have no problem with that anyways, his legs spread wide open in a comfortable stance, leaned back against the cushions. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut for a moment as he awaits my answer.Â
âI was⊠exploring,â I say simply, cringing at how ridiculous it sounds coming out of my mouth. Who leaves perfect safety to wander around in a dangerous world on purpose? For no other reason than curiosity and a sudden, rebellious sense of defiance?
His eyes snap open, head pulling up from the couch, turning my way. âExplorinââŠâ He mulls on the word, slowly licking his lips before pursing them. âYouâre tellinâ me I had to save a FEDRA brat today âcause she was explorinâ? You really are stupid. âCourse you are, look how young yâare. Look how fuckinâ... sheltered.â Joel throws his hands up, landing them on his thighs with a soft thud, sighing. âCanât even blame ya.â
I pluck up every bit of courage I have, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. âLook, it was really nice of you to save me and everything, and I do thank you for it. Iâm sorry if I messed up whatever⊠smuggling stuff you had going on today, but Iâd appreciate it if you didnât call me⊠stupid.â The last word is quiet, mousy, and I turn my head down, eyes shining with unshed tears that I silently curse myself for. My fatherâs voice rings through my head - you stupid girl! - making me shudder.
Joel sucks at his teeth. âHit a nerve, I see,â he says passively. âAlright, Iâm sorry kiddo. I just mean, youâre puttinâ yourself at risk doinâ what youâre doinâ, and it ainât a smart idea. Yeah?â
âYeah,â I sigh out, relaxing a little. âI just needed to get away.â
âFrom your dear old daddy?â he teases, picking up the can, shoveling several more bites into his mouth. I go silent, picking at a thread on the couch rather than answer him. âAh, another nerve, I see. Daddy issues. Couldâve guessed that one.â
âI donât have -â
âSweetheartâŠâ Joel interrupts, looking at me from under his brows, pulling his lip between his teeth, seeming to look at me in a fresh light. It sends my skin tingling, the way he eyes me, a glint in his stare. It seems to prove his point, the way a pet name from a middle aged man seems to immobilize me against my will. I want to slap the smug look off his face, but I have no grounds to do so, only grumbling quietly with my cheeks blazing in embarrassment. A prickle of something else works its way deep into my belly, something warm at how his scrutinizing eyes flick over my body, the lines in his face set, showing his age, his experience.Â
âTake a piece of advice from a man probably as old as your daddy, then. Trust me when I say that outside those walls ainât the place to find what youâre lookinâ for. The sooner you let go of that notion, the better off youâll be.âÂ
Frustration blooms hot in my chest, overpowering whatever the hell that sudden, unwanted feeling was. Iâm tired of people dictating what I can and canât do, what Iâm capable of. âPeople do it all the time - smugglers - you would know,â I retort. âIâve been doing it for months. Never had a problem until today. It was just some bad luck.â
âBad luck? Really? Youâd be that manâs newest little cock sleeve if it werenât for me savinâ your ass,â Joel growls, standing up off the couch. I wince at his vulgar language, the picture it paints in my mind of what life might have been like if Joel hadnât happened to be in the right place at the right time.
âI - I know - Iâm sorry,â I blurt out, feeling my hands start to go shaky. âThank you, Joel, I really - I really do owe you. Everything.â
âLike I said, donât thank me yet.â He steps over so that heâs in front of me, using his boot to part my legs, scooting them apart and standing between them. âThink I did all this out of the kindness of my heart, did you? Didnât think that maybe I was after the same damn thing as buddy boy earlier?â
Iâm like a fish out of water, the way my lips move with no sound coming out. âJoelâŠâ I breathe out in warning, in questioning. I see his arms strain in his t-shirt, hands flexing open and closed.
âI canât say the thought ainât crossinâ my mind now. You are mighty pretty. And you do owe me a favor. One big olâ gigantic favor, for savinâ your backside.â He brushes his fingers along his jeans, palming his crotch for a brief second before leaning forward, caging me in on the couch with hands on either side of me, pressing into the cushions. My heart hammers in my chest so loud I expect Joel can hear it, can feel the fear taking hold of me. He bares his teeth above me like a wild animal, and now Iâm certain he can smell my fear too, that he thrives on it.Â
âYou know what? Maybe you were bound to find what you were lookinâ for outside those walls. Maybe thatâs what you needed, is it? Couldnât find any love from daddy back home, so you wanted to find someone to turn you into their own personal little play thing. Poor baby just needed some attention, did she? Sad, really.â
My hands tremble, my words lost as I can only breathe in shaky little breaths, shaking my head violently. How can this god forsaken day keep getting worse?Â
âPlease -â I mumble out, bringing a jittery hand up to my mouth. Joel slaps it away, gripping my chin harshly at first, inspecting me before his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. Iâd think it was gentle, caring, even, if not for the nasty look spreading across his face, the grin that darkens it along with his eyes.
âTime to put this pretty thing to better use and show how grateful you are to olâ daddy Joel,â he says, using his free hand to deftly unbuckle his belt, the jangling sound like a death knell, making my throat go dry. âPromise Iâll be much better than he wouldâve been earlier. People say Iâm⊠a generous lover.â His drawl is slow and calculated, voice deep with lust, the sly smirk turning to a triumphant grin as he chuckles, amusing himself.
He grips the top of my head, pushing me to slide down the couch cushions into a slump as I struggle, powerless against a man of his strength. He positions himself higher up to bring the giant denim bulge right in my view. I wince, trying to turn my head away as his zipper comes undone, his hand grasping deep into the fly of his jeans, yanking his cock out. When it springs free, I gasp as he lets it slap me in the face. Hot, throbbing, and massive, leaking a shiny bead of precum that had ended up somewhere on my cheek. I sit stunned and held in place by his rough hand.Â
The cold hard fact hits me that this is the first time Iâm ever going to experience intimacy of any kind. Hell, Iâve only had one kiss before, and it was when I was ten years old, with a boy belonging to one of my fatherâs friends, a name I canât even remember now. The first penis Iâm ever seeing is right here, right now, in a context I have had zero control over. Itâs thicker than Iâd imagined one could be, softer too as I look at the skin of it. Veins run along the sides and bottom, all leading up to an imposing, angry pink head at the tip, practically bursting as it awaits me. Itâs magnificent and terrifying at the same time, nothing like what Iâd expected based on the half-assed health classes provided by schooling in the QZ. Sex has always had a shroud of mystery for me, and I never imagined that all those secrets, long awaited, would be uncovered like this. A dingy bedroom, a man likely almost three times my age, and me as an unwilling participant. Desperation swiftly grips my chest as I realize I actually have no clue what goes on behind closed doors between two people, and I have a feeling Iâm about to find out in the crudest of ways.
The fearful innocence I know is about to be stolen from me causes tears to sting at my eyes, fat little droplets that instantly start to roll down my cheeks, leaking onto Joelâs large fingers still gripped around my chin. I start to struggle, my body seeming to catch up with my mind, loud warning sirens of DANGER! DANGER! finally blaring out in a panic. When I squirm, Joel plants one of his knees into my body, keeping himself balanced while still being able to hold me down.Â
âDonât cry now, honey, itâll only make him harder.â He sneers as he strokes his cock, slapping the head against my closed lips a few times. He wrenches my jaw down, forcing it open. âNice ân wide for this big boy, there we go,â he says, not waiting a moment longer to barge his cock past the opening while he has it.Â
He groans loudly as he shoves several inches in right from the get go, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. The hand that had been holding my jaw presses in on my shoulder, holding me in place. Iâd have nowhere to go, anyways, with his knee on my thighs, his entire body caging me in, the cushions giving me no leeway to the way his cock is forcefully intruding, inch by inch down my throat. The taste is all consuming - a little salty, a little ripe, tasting like days of Joelâs old sweat, but itâs not completely bad, not what Iâd have expected. Itâs heady in a strange way, clouding my mind as I try to cope with the fullness in my mouth.Â
The next moment I sputter, my eyes popping open wide, flooded with tears as he hits the back of my throat. I try to gasp for air and I find that I canât. This is torture of some form, it must be. Full panic follows, where I try to move, but every avenue is pinned down in some way by Joelâs massive body. I weakly flap at him with my hands but it barely even deters him from rocking his hips in and out, choking me again on the thrust inwards as the back of my throat tightens, gagging around his thick girth.Â
âOpen up, relax your goddamn throat,â Joel hisses at me, keeping his cock pressed fully to the back of my throat, constricting any airflow I was hoping to have. I finally breathe shakily out of my nose when he pulls back just enough, only to slide it in slowly, his eyes carefully watching me. I glance up for the first time at him from below, hoping to find any shred of humanity he might have for me, but Iâm met with an icy, dark gaze clouded with lust, power.Â
âGonna fuck your face now, like the dumb little slut you are. This is what stupid girls get for wanderinâ around by themselves. This is what they ask for.â He punctuates the last words with a sharp thrust inwards, my entire body convulsing with the gag I sputter out around him, drool pooling around my stretched lips. I would whimper if I could, if I even had the air to do so.Â
Joel is relentless for the next few moments, rapid thrusts in and out of my mouth, my head held conveniently in place against the couch cushions for him. He groans deeply, his pleasure evident while Iâm just trying to get my next breath in. I time them expertly, learning as I go, letting him continue to take from me to gain his own pleasure.Â
âThatâs it, thatâs right, youâre turninâ into quite the good girl,â Joel mutters above me, rolling his hips with vigor and making me gag again. I can feel drool dribbling down my chin, my neck, landing on my chest, and it makes me feel ashamed, embarrassed, and a twinge of something else. I canât tell as Joel grunts, pumping himself in and out of my gruesomely contorted jaw, if the fact that itâs something even remotely sexual has me feeling things I shouldnât. My cheeks burn hot as my eyes continue to water - how much of it is crying and how much of it is just my bodyâs response to him hitting the back of my throat, I donât know.
Then he surprises me by slowing down, languid strokes of his cock in and out with sloppy sounds, a soft hand landing on my head, stroking before bundling my hair in his fist tightly. âKnew youâd have such a filthy little mouth for daddy,â he coos, rolling his hips forward a little further, touching the back of my throat with his cock.Â
My body spasms a little when he keeps pushing, grumbling quiet groans of approval. My eyes squeeze shut, leaking out an onslaught of tears. I donât want to see the aftermath if it ends up that itâs one gag too many and the inevitable happens. But to my surprise, he keeps slipping down, intruding on my throat. I try to keep my trembling body still, wanting to keep my throat relaxed, terrified of what might happen if I fight this. Can a person die this way? Could I really choke to death on this manâs dick?Â
âJesus fuck. Lord have fuckinâ mercyâŠâ Joel breathes out as he pushes even further. âSwallowinâ him down, arenât ya? Feel me right in here, I bet.â I flinch when he touches his hand to the column of my throat, wrapping his fingers softly around the flesh. When he starts to retreat, the choking is back in a second, but Joel holds me by the throat, keeping my neck craned back, returning to the brutal way heâd been abusing my mouth. I groan and sputter and try to cough through all of it, my mouth stuffed full over and over again before I can get a breath in.Â
Heâs relentless, and then it stops all at once, his cock popping out from between my lips with a wet, lewd sound. A stream of drool follows, a gush that dribbles down onto my already soaked shirt, and I cough violently, my hands flailing to clutch at my chest.Â
As soon as the pressure of Joelâs body lifts off of me, Iâm scrambling to somewhere, anywhere else, my limbs stiff and achy, my jaw panging with a soreness Iâve never felt before. He stands in front of me, one hand shooting out to grab the collar of my shirt before I can even get fully off the couch, pulling me close.
âDoes it look like youâre done showinâ your gratitude yet?â he growls out, gripping the back of my head and forcing me to look down at his cock, still standing at full attention, shiny and dripping with saliva. I swallow hard, the lump painful on the way down. Joel shakes my head for me, the burn at my scalp making me wince. He presses his hips flush with mine, forcing his erection against my thigh before slipping it between them. He leans in close, hot breath ghosting over my face before his lips brush mine.
âYou do make a pretty cocksleeve, yâknow. Suckinâ cock like a cheap whore, wonder if you take it the same way in your cunt.â
I whimper, shaking my head, the tears non-stop as they roll down my cheeks. âPlease⊠donât. You donât have to do thisâŠâ
Joel scoffs. âIf I put my hand down your pants to that pretty little snatch, tell me I wouldnât find you wet right now.â He punctuates the words with a sharp pull on my scalp. I cry out, lip quivering, trying to shake my head. âDonât lie tâme after Iâve been so, so generous tâyou today.â
Iâm spinning around, a dizzying sensation, Joelâs strong bicep brought across my chest as his other hand delves below my waistline, plunging deep, right to my cotton panties, bypassing the waistband of those, too. Without care, without any sense of boundaries, his fingers explore, slipping through my sensitive slit with ease. I yelp, squirming at the intrusion, and Joelâs deep chuckle behind me confirms what I already knew, what I was beyond confused by.
âThought so,â he says gruffly, then he cups my entire mound, giving an almost comforting sensation, holding his hand tightly pressed to it. âNothinâ to be upset about, weâre just havinâ a little fun, payinâ off your debt to dear olâ Joel, okay?â
I shake my head. âI - I shouldn't be here⊠it shouldnât be like this,â I whisper in a cracking voice, hanging my head low as the tears just keep coming, damn them.Â
Joelâs fingers start to move slowly, just starting with one, stroking gently up my lips, spreading my slickness around. Iâm surprised that it feels good, a pleasant little tingle zipping right to my core that I quickly lament, hating myself for it. âWhat shouldnât be like this, hm? That you shouldnât like my cock down your throat? Itâs perfectly natural, doll,â he says, somehow soft and condescending in the same breath.
âA-all of this,â I whimper, âPlease, j-just let me go. I w-wonât say anything, I wonât do anything. I justâŠâ
Joel quietly shushes me, letting his finger do the talking for a moment. It drags up to my clit, rubbing tiny, enticing little circles. I bite my lip hard, enough to taste copper, trying to suppress the moan climbing its way up from my chest.Â
âItâs okay, itâs okay that it feels good. Itâs âsposed to. Good little sluts like you donât know any better, donât care what it is thatâs gettinâ their panties wet. Desperate,â he growls, fingers sliding through the slick mess thatâs now drooling onto the cotton. âJust relax, let it happenâŠâ I feel his breath, hot on my ear, before he nibbles, biting down hard on the earlobe, tugging it with his teeth. It bursts out, the whimpering moan Iâd been holding back, just as he pinches my clit at the same time as the bite.
He laughs. He has the nerve to laugh and it sends a shiver down my spine, my brain muddled and confused and turned on by the eroticism at play here. He soothes me by nuzzling my neck, taking a long, deep breath in. I squirm as Joelâs hand retreats, and I wonder for just a moment, a brief, all consuming moment, if maybe heâs seen reason. When his fingers find the buttons of my jeans, my heart plummets to depths previously unknown as he unbuttons them, pulling the zipper down slowly, the only sound in the room his harsh breathing right on my neck.
âPlease, I gave you what you want already,â I beg once more, feeling it fall on deaf ears as Joel tugs my jeans down, revealing my pink cotton panties. Theyâre my favorite pair - were my favorite pair - a rare find in a world like this. Pretty pale pink with a nice lacy trim and a little bow at the front. Only now, theyâd belong to Joel.
Joel clicks his tongue in approval of the sight, pulling his head back to peer at my underwear from the back before his hand grips my ass, jiggling it roughly. âOh, youâre jusânot getting it, are you? You feel this?â he asks angrily, letting me feel the hard length of his cock pressed to my ass cheeks, threatening to slip between my thighs. âThis means you didnât give me nearly half of what I want yet. Heâs still achinâ for ya, princess.âÂ
I grit my teeth, hating the pet name, the way heâs using who I am to mock me. Itâs a low blow. I hated everything to do with being associated with my father - I knew he wasnât a good man - and I hated most that it was so obvious to a stranger which echelon of society I belonged to. If I was so important, where were they now, huh? I want to scream those words at him, but instead I just feel my legs tremble underneath me, my knees feeling like jelly as they almost give out on me.
âPlease!â I struggle against his hold, but it only makes him grip my ass tighter, hard enough to bruise. âI-Iâm a virgin,â I suddenly squeak out, unsure of why I say it other than some last ditch effort to deter him. My heart pounds as he stills, dead silent with his hand grasping my ass like itâs his next meal, like he owns it.Â
âWell ainât it my lucky day. Shit, thatâs why you were sputterinâ all over my damn cock, ainât it?â he says as the epiphany dawns on him, laughing. My cheeks blaze hotter and hotter, hating that Iâm even embarrassed at my lack of experience and skills, like I have some sick need to impress him. He notices my tension, my head hanging low as I cry new tears, and says, âHey, hey, nothinâ to be ashamed for. In factâŠâ His hand fists in my underwear, tight and unrelenting. I feel his cock press against my ass again, harder than ever before it slips between my thighs. âMakes me awful excited,â he purrs, bringing his mouth to my ear again.
I only give him a timid whimper in reply, squeezing my eyes shut as I realize there is nothing I can do to stop this man. He thinks Iâm a cheap whore, and he loves it. Iâm a pure virgin, and he loves it even more.
He squeezes me tighter to his chest, my back starting to sweat through my thin tee shirt. âThe hell were you savinâ yourself for anyways? Marriage? A sweet pussy like this?â At my silence, he cups my pussy hard, letting the dampness of my underwear soak into his palm. âAnswer me!â he barks out.
âI - I wasnât! I donât know!â I cry out, trembling.
âWell,â he says, fisting my panties again, starting to pull them down. âMâhonored youâd let me be your first, sweetheart,â he drawls, and I nearly scream at the insinuation. Iâm not letting him do anything.Â
I start to put up more of a fight, useless against his thick arms holding me so tightly. Cool air touches my ass and the space between my thighs as he manages to shimmy my panties further down even in my struggle. I clamp my legs shut in defiance, roaring out a strained grunt as I keep trying to squirm out of his grasp. He huffs in anger, trying to subdue my writhing body before he pushes it towards the couch. I land hard, banging my knee on the hard edge that supports the cushion, wincing and trying to catch my breath. Iâm practically in position for him already, ass pressed out towards him, on my hands and knees.
âGonna make me do things the hard way, are you?â He scowls, his free hand fisting in my hair again, pulling me close. His breath is hot over my shoulder, the sensation vile against the skin of my cheek, stained with tears. âBeen too long since I found a pretty virgin like you. Anâ ruininâ this perfect, pure little cunt is jusâ the cherry on top of a perfect day fâme.âÂ
I feel his hard cock twitch against me, a reminder of whatâs to come. The movements are quick for how bulky Joelâs body is, let alone his age, as he exchanges the hold across my chest for my wrists, bundling them behind my back. I cry out at the strain, the awkward angle heâd twisted them to, fighting him again until a hard smack lands on my ass. I scream through gritted teeth, not giving up the fight, but another thwap! rings out through the apartment, making me falter. My tender flesh screams at me in agony when he lands another spank, even harder this time, then another, until Iâm crying unrelenting, fat tears.
With me rendered motionless, Joel presses down, bending me over, my balance tricky with my hands behind my back. My face nearly touches the couch, but Iâm precariously held up by the wrists, the strain already making them ache. The warmth dripping between my thighs betrays me as my ass stings in residual little pulses, so raw and sore but spreading a pleasure through me that Iâve never known before.Â
I donât have time to dwell on it before Joel is grasping one hand on my hip, notching himself at my entrance. âPromise youâre gonna like this, that youâll never be able to think of anyone elseâs cock but daddy Joelâs,â he spews gruffly in my ear before he thrusts hard, one swift motion to bury himself inside of me. I scream out, the searing pain between my thighs making me wonder if Iâm being split open for good, if itâs possible that some things are just too big to fit in certain places of the body.Â
âFuuuuuuck,â Joel hisses through his teeth, making the tiniest thrusting motions to ensure heâs buried deep. Every movement pierces me with a new sting as my body desperately tries to adjust, to accommodate the horrible, overwhelming intrusion. âYou were not kiddinâ, sweetheart. Tightest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever been in.â
I sob, unable to speak, unable to move as Joel thrusts brutally from the get go, his hips snapping with force, crashing into mine hard enough to bruise. The lewd sounds we make disgust me, because I know Iâm part of those sounds, my body enjoying the filthy things heâs saying, the way heâs taking me without remorse. He pulls himself out, clicking his tongue as he peers down between our bodies. âChrist, you are one sexy little bird. Poor little virgin bleedinâ on daddyâs cock.â
The thought horrifies me, making my stomach turn. âPlease,â I cry out, my body rocking with the motions as he starts to fuck me again, the strain on my wrists as Joel uses them to help thrust himself inside of me starting to gnaw deeper into them. Iâm like a ragdoll with the way heâs jerking me by my wrists, my body having no choice but to flail in time with the movements so that he can press himself deep on each cruel thrust inwards.
âYou want more? You begginâ already?â Joel grunts between his heavy breaths, sounding so cocky it makes me want to spin around and punch him. I settle for gritting my teeth instead, feeling my body slowly but surely melding into his. When Joel presses me down further, forcing an arch in my back, I whimper when his cock hits something sensitive, deep, primal. Fuck, is it something.Â
âOh, thatâs it. We got her now, donât we?â he says from above, continuing to stroke his cock along that spot repeatedly. I feel myself losing my will to fight, hating the pleasure but feeling myself lean into it slightly, my hips pressing back to meet his nearly against my will. âYou ever come before, sweetheart?â He leans in a little closer to ask the question, the pistoning of his hips slowing the slightest bit.
I refuse to answer, tears pooling in my eyes. I donât want him to take this from me, I donât want him to know anything about me. He jerks my wrists at the same time he slams his hips into me, and I whimper loudly, feeling the way heâs surely bruising my insides.Â
âIf you ainât figured it out yet, the rules are that you answer me when Iâm askinâ you a question if you know whatâs good for ya,â he spits out, and I shake my head, letting it hang limply.
âUse your words. Say âno, daddyâ,â he says with sinister condescension, stroking his own ego.
âN-no⊠daddyâŠâ I say, my tongue revolting against the words, bile climbing up my throat.
He moves his hand to my head, stroking carefully and softly. âOh, thatâs a shame. Thatâs a daaaamn shame. All pent up, yâare. But daddy will make it all better.â He sounds deranged, sick, like he truly believes that Iâm thankful to him for what heâs doing to me. I canât answer, my mouth gaping open just as he releases my wrists, letting me fall to the couch with a thud. My open mouth gets a mouthful of the cushions, making me sick over the fact that itâs probably full of god knows what due to its age and whatever things Joel seems to get up to in this apartment of his.
I blink as Joel grips tightly at my hips, wondering why he suddenly trusts my hands to be free, when it happens. He thrusts into that spot again, harsh and unforgiving, and I nearly see stars behind my eyes as the head of his cock punches against things I didnât even know were there. Thatâs why. Iâm incapacitated at this angle, brutally forced to enjoy the pleasure washing over my body as Joel takes from me, actually giving in return this time.
I bite my tongue hard, not wanting to give him any satisfaction for the tiny moans that are growing louder in my throat, desperate to be let out.
âLet me hear you, princess. Daddy doesnât do with quiet girls. I can feel you clampinâ down on my cock, know youâre lovinâ how I use you up like you were meant for it.â
I shake my head in protest, but a strangled sound escapes past my tight lips when Joel slams into me harder than he has yet, puffing hard as he fucks me like a greedy animal. He chuckles through heavy breaths, little whispers of thatâs it, come on, take it, flow freely from his nasty mouth.Â
I feel myself slip away, further gone from reality as the warmth spreads from my pelvis into my belly, coiling tight. Everything tingles, set on fire, the spot where Joel handles my hips with his fat fingers practically burning with a constant mix of pleasure and pain. I cry out when Joelâs cock pulls that feeling out from deep inside of me again, half a sob and half a moan as it crescendos, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
Joelâs grunts of approval, so brutish and debauched, sends a new wave of arousal through me. I tremble, eyes squeezed shut with my body completely out of my control, taken over by this boundless bliss. Itâs unlike anything Iâve ever felt before: heavenly warmth worlds above any of the pleasures Iâve known. This had to be what Joel was referring to, urging me towards, telling me he wanted to make me come. This had to be what I was missing out on all these years, hiding myself away. Was this the reason sex was so coveted, so sought after? Was this feeling⊠the reason heâs doing what he is to me right now? Â
It feels like itâs never ending, my body so rigid as it spasms yet pliant as he fucks into me harder and harder. I loathe the noises Iâm making that intermingle with his as I squeeze my eyes shut, enjoying it.
âFuck, fuck - thatâs it - f-fuck knew youâd love it. Come on my cock, baby, thatâs right.â Joelâs string of praises reach my ears as I come down from my high, limp and yielding to whatever it is he wants to do to me now. I have no fight - my bones turned to jelly, my body sore all over, my throat scratchy from the way heâd assaulted it earlier. I only have it in me to give the rest of myself over, whether I like it or not.Â
âS-so fuckinâ tight, lettinâ me take your virginity like a good little whore,â he punches out, pounding into my sensitive cunt like itâs saving his soul, like itâs the only thing he could ever care about. Iâm on the precipice of coming again, my nerves still frayed and on edge from the last one. A smaller but still powerful climax takes over, my body shuddering and tight, milking every last second of the pleasure.Â
âGonna blow my load into this pure little pussy, make it mine - fuck - gonna fill you up like the cocksleeve you are. P-probably never want to be without my fuckinâ load drippinâ out of you again. I-Iâm close, fuck -â Joel rambles as he ruts his hips deep, one final thrust and a grunt, and I feel him stall, pulsing into me.Â
Itâs all suddenly very still, an eerie quiet settling over the room. My entire body burns hot, the only thing keeping me from collapsing is Joelâs hands still anchored on my hips as he leaves his cock inside of me, plugging me up. I want to cry again at the sudden, overwhelming shame I feel, but I canât give him the satisfaction. I canât.
Joel pats my ass a few times, pulling out. I tremble hard, falling forward onto the couch without his hold, instantly curling in on myself. I resent the way Iâd noticed how empty I felt the second he was gone, how cold my body was without his warmth pressed into it. I dare to peer up at the sick man who stands above me, catching his breath, watching just as the last bit of his softening cock gets tucked back into his jeans. He swipes a hand across his forehead, gathering sweat, staring down at me with a darkened expression, grinning cockily.
When he plops down on the couch next to me, picking up the can of beans heâd been eating before, my mouth hangs open in surprise at how casual heâs acting. I watch his face shine with sweat, his breathing still labored, but everything else about his attitude would indicate he didnât just force himself on me.Â
I try to keep my expression neutral for my own safety as I feel something leak out of me, not even wanting to give him the smug satisfaction of having to confirm my suspicions about what it is. I do my best to position my body so he canât see between my legs as I try to pull my underwear up from where they sit near my knees, my jeans following. Joel only gives me a knowing glance as he takes a bite, conscious of the fact that a part of him sits inside my now soiled underwear, and a part of me now sits inside of his soul.Â
He shoves the can my way and I shrink back at his sudden motion, not taking it from him. âEat. I ainât havinâ you all weak and despondent for the next time.â
I feel my heart sink down past my ass, my stomach plummeting along with it as nausea overtakes me, a dizzying sensation clouding my vision. He couldnât have said what I think he did. I - Iâd paid my debt, whatever it was he thought I owed him for saving me when I didnât even ask him to. For saving me and then doing exactly what that man had planned to do anyways under the guise of a caring, noble rescuer.
âN-next timeâŠ?â I manage to make my mouth move, my throat to produce a sound, pushing the question out in a voice that doesnât sound like my own.
âKnow you said not to call you stupid but my house, my rules, anâ sweetheartâŠâ He looks at me under his raised, expectant brows. âMy stupid, stupid girl. Did you really think that would be enough? That Iâd get an opportunity every man dreams of - an untouched, perfect pussy like yours, to keep all for mâself, and throw it all away?â Heâs creeping closer as he speaks, shrouding me on the couch with his huge frame, caging in where I lay, my body wound as tightly as it can to itself to block whatever heâs thinking of doing next. âNow you donât think daddy is that dumb to let you go knowinâ all that, do you?â
I sit stunned silent underneath him, wide eyes fixed in a tortured gaze on his rugged face, but his hand squeezing my thigh is warning enough for me to shake my head, stuttering out an answer. âN-no. NoâŠâ I whisper.Â
Two approving pats on my cheek send Joel slinking back slightly, his dark, unhinged eyes staring holes into me as they roam over my body. Despite nothing even visible - my chest hidden underneath my arms and legs clamped tightly - I feel violated, objectified.Â
Terror rips through my chest as reality settles in slowly but surely. I look at the man Iâd trusted once, whoâd shown himself to be a friend, or at the least an ally, currently feasting his eyes on me like Iâm a product. Which now, I suppose I am. A whore. His whore.
âNow,â he says, licking his lips, that hungry gaze already returning, a bulge appearing in his jeans and stretching the fabric. âAll Iâve got to do is decide just how long Iâll keep ya for.â
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â° HC: BEING IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH THE JJK F*CKBOYS
DESCRIPTION: my hcs on what itâd be like to be in a situationship/fwb situation with the jjk men hehe
FEATURED: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem + afab reader, this is fully self indulgent i'm just taking my own shiddy experiences and coping via hot anime men, suggestive content/smut, pretty standard manwhore behavior, slightly toxic, not wholesome, kinda crack tbh, some mentions of degradation as a kink, objectifying women, just like the real thing lol!
A/N: LONG BUT READ! this will Not have an ending where you get together at least not rn these are just my hcs all in good fun ur just having fun ok ur not heartbroken everything is okay. they are not good boys here they are normal regular boys
GOJO SATORU
has way too many hoes. way too many
so much so that he gave up on remembering their names and just saves their numbers like âosaka w the hand kinkâ, âbig tits shibariâ, âslut from trigâ, âhostess best bjsâ
has someoneâs boobs with his name written on them in sharpie as his wallpaper
says i love you when he cums inside and you never know if you should believe it
throws you off when he agrees to meet your friends only for him to flirt with them in front of you
takes you to the best clubs with bottle service, lets the girls sit on his lap and laughs when you get mad
pays for your ubers everywhere every time
into the weirdest shit like wearing your underwear laughing like a lunatic the whole time heâs fucking you then after he cums gets sulky and embarrassed
lays it on thick with the pet names, gives zero fucks if that confuses you even further
very public with you and it makes you wonder how many other girls put themselves through this humiliation just for the d
gets jealous about you being with other people and needs to prove himself by eating it from the back or something
fwb with gojo is just a huge mindfuck honestly he doesnât take anything seriously and this is no different sorry! itâs fun tho!
GETO SUGURU
keeps it extremely platonic because he likes to tell himself he has a conscience
too busy for regular chit chat ignores your texts all day then hits you up when he wants to fuck
even more of a whore than gojo is which is why he makes sure not to lead anyone on he just does not need the trouble
answers all your personal questions about him with one word answers
he lets you choose the movie for netflix and chill at least! but will never remember it or the fact that itâs your favorite :(
cleans you up after sex and brings you water
has female hygiene products in his bathroom which is both a red and a green flag
lets you stay after sex and you just lay there on his bed watching him do stuff on his computer but he will not be talking to you
never calls you baby or anything when heâs fucking you just goes oh fuck yeah right there fuuuuck your pussy
genuinely respects you and has nice decent sex with you unless you tell him that youâre kinky
in which case he fucks you just how you want it and gets off on how turned on you are
not one of those guys who gets jealous of sex toys and holds the wand on your clit for you
likes to make you cum over and over and over again
fwb with geto makes your heart clench because heâs just such a gentleman but you got way too much competition to even think about it
NANAMI KENTO
a professional in every sense of the word
uses sex as stress relief
thinks he's too old for this shit but you make him feel alive so he fucks you like he can empty all of his frustrations into you
invites you to his apartment serves you expensive liquor and lets you initiate things most times unless heâs too pent up
can actually have very nice conversations with you
never has the âwhat are we talkâ because he makes it clear heâs too busy for a relationship
lets you spend the night if itâs too late but solely for your safety/logistics
does your taxes for you but will not call you anything beyond an âacquaintanceâ
texts you happy holidays but does not know when your birthday is
gets tested consistently even though heâs not fucking anyone else and always uses a condom unless you beg him not to
eats you out because he thinks itâs relaxing and spends hours prepping you
the sexual tension is soooo thick when you two fuck all you can hear is grunts and growls and moans and wet slapping sounds and itâs so hot
has some random turn ons like gets bricked up when youâre wearing lipstick or stockings
fwb with nanami is very enjoyable and easy itâll get complicated if you develop feelings because he does not want to date but who cares yolo am i right
FUSHIGURO TOJI
broke ass deadbeat dad why are you into him
absolutely nasty sex
you know if he had a girlfriend heâd respect her too much to do the things he does to you
dick game so bomb that youâre scared heâs gonna give you a child even when heâs wearing a condom
wants to fuck you every way he possibly can on every fuckable surface with zero regard for your physical integrity
eats his cum right out of you
ego is so big, grins so wide and fucks you so hard when you stroke his muscles
loves to eat pussy but only after heâs fucked you because he likes it tight and hot with minimal prep
doesnât follow you on any social media but jerks off to your instagram pics
has like 3 different phone numbers and you donât know why
has only let you come over once, didnât let you shower after
no pet names but calls you a dirty whore and other degrading shit
loves it if you cry on his dick
doesnât give a fuck about your safety sorry youâre on your own
has never told you his last name
one time you asked to see a picture of his son and he didnât speak for 3 whole minutes
fwb with toji is the nastiest sex youâve ever had truly itâs just sinful and everyoneâs dark hidden fantasy half of it you couldnât tell your closest friends because itâs just too much
a/n sorry
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