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I just started another relisten of rqg and I thought it would be fun to animate that moment from episode 4 when Bertie drops a piano on a guy.
The audio of the piano falling down is piano crash.wav by CGEffex on freesound.org because apparently I'm not allowed to throw my mom's piano out of the window.
I also put just the backround under the cut because I do kinda like it.
#Unsurprisingly this took me a lot longer than expected#who would've known that animating a piano when I've never drawn one before would be a challenge#And I forgot how much work animating people is#But animating little snippets of rqg episodes is really fun I'd love to do it some more#I just need to find the time for it#rqg#rusty quill gaming#rqg fanart#hamid saleh haroun al tahan#animation#art
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I love you, it's ruining my life | Part V
pairing: Kylian x black!fem!Reader
word count: 4.5k
part one, part two, part three, part four
V. May 2024
Sheâd gotten the invitation in the mail a few weeks ago, a creamy white envelope announcing the upcoming wedding of Julien, a childhood friend from Bondy, to his fiancee of several years. Seeing his name on the paper had brought a smile to her face; it had been years since sheâd seen him.
Sheâd be in Paris to visit her parents anyway, it would be a crime not to go.
Sheâd quickly written to him to say congratulations, and Julien had texted back a thank you. Moments later, heâd texted her something sheâd expected.Â
Not sure if youâre still in touch with Kylian, but if you can let him know about the wedding, thatâd be great. We havenât seen each other in ages!
Unsurprisingly, the response sheâd gotten from Kylian was a firm and resounding no.Â
âWhy not?â Sheâd asked over the phone.
âBecause of a lot of things, Y/Nâ There was a lot of chatter from Kylianâs end, she had caught him just as heâd entered the locker room after a grueling match.Â
âWell, what are those things?â Sheâd asked.Â
âI canât just go to a weddingâ Heâd grumbled. âHavenât been able to do that in years, in fact. IÂ have to think about bringing security and all that stuffâ
Sheâd expected heâd say that, so her response was quick. âSo bring your bodyguard. Iâm sure Julien and his fiance wonât mindâ
âAnd let someone leak a story to the press about how Iâm a stuck up asshole who brings a hundred people with him everywhere he goes?â Heâd snorted. âNo thanksâ
Sheâd rolled her eyes. âI donât think anyone we grew up with would do that, Kylianâ
âHow would I know? I havenât spoken to those people in yearsâÂ
âI havenât either.â
âExactlyâ Heâd said. âLetâs just not go. Itâs Ousmaneâs birthday party that weekend anyway. Actually, he said to tell you that you should comeâ
Sheâd frowned. âSo youâd rather go to a party than to your childhood friendâs wedding?â
âItâs just a wedding Y/Nâ Heâd said, his tone weary. âPeople get married all the timeâ
She couldnât believe how mean and dismissive he was being.
âAnd get divorced all the timeâ Heâd continued, letting out a humorless chuckle. âThe stats on that are crazy, actually. Someone should let Julien knowâ
âWhat? Kylian, thatâs so harsh. Why are you talking like that?â She was starting to get angry now.
âIâm not being harsh. Just honestâ Heâd said âLook, the last thing I need right now is to go to a public event, okay? Iâm sick of people asking me about where Iâll be next year, and Iâm sure as hell sick of having a hundred cameras pointed at meâ
âOk, then.â She said, her irritation evident in her voice. âYou have fun at the party. Iâll go to the wedding.â
âButââ
âTell Ousmane happy birthday for meâ
Heâd paused before responding with a resigned âFineâ
They hung up after that, goodbyes curt. She didnât know what was going on with him, but heâd been very tired and irritable lately. He called less and less, and took longer to text back whenever she reached out. She suspected it had to do with his contract with PSG, which she knew was nearing its end, but they didnât speak about things like that. If he had news, heâd tell her. So far he hadnât said anything, which meant things were probably still up in the air and it was troubling him. Sheâd chalked it up to that, and was therefore able to quickly move on from the conversation.Â
The day of the wedding arrived, and Y/N found herself at the crowded venue of the wedding reception, wearing a silky blue dress sheâd bought a long time ago but had saved for an occasion like this. She was seated next to Manon, a girl who used to live two doors down from her, and Anna, who she knew was Kylianâs first kiss and who sheâd consequently been very envious of as a pre-teen. It was great catching up with the two and reminiscing about the old days. It turned out Manon worked in marketing while Anna was a tattoo artist.Â
âSo, are you and Kylian still friends?â Anna asked, taking a sip from her drink. The toasts had been made, and dinner had been eaten. They were now watching the bride and groom take the floor for their first dance.Â
âYeahâ She said. âWeâre still friendsâ
âWell, wave him over then. He looks like heâs lostâ Anna nodded towards something behind her.Â
Y/N whirled in her seat. Sure enough there was Kylian, his head down, weaving his way through the tables. People looked up to stare with hushed gasps as he passed by them. Y/N raised her arms to wave, and thankfully his bodyguard noticed and started guiding Kylian towards their table.Â
âHiâ Kylian said, smiling tightly as he pulled a chair and took a seat.
âHiâ She said. âI thought you werenât comingâ
He shrugged. âYou were mad at meâ
âAnd I was right to beâ She said, smiling despite herself. He looked handsome, she could tell heâd gotten a fresh cut.Â
âSureâ He rolled his eyes before turning to their tablemates. Anna and Manon were briefly starstruck as he greeted them, as if they forgot theyâd grown up with him. The initial awkwardness wore off quickly though, and before long they were all chatting animatedly.Â
âRemember when you twoââ Manon chuckled, gesturing between Kylian and Anna.
âAh, yes. When we dated for a whopping two days in the seventh gradeâ Anna laughed. âI do remember thatâÂ
Kylian laughed along with her, shaking his head in embarrassment.Â
Y/N couldnât help but snicker. âTwo days? What happened?â
Kylian opened his mouth to respond but Anna beat him to it. âWe kissed one day, and then the next day was valentine's day. I found out he gave you a card, while I got nothing. So I dumped himâ
Y/N gasped, elbowing Kylian. âOh my god, I remember that. Those anonymous valentineâs cards we did in class. That was the first year someone sent me one, I was dying to find out who it was. I didnât know it was youâ
âOh, we all knewâ Manon said while Anna nodded in agreement.Â
âEveryone knew he had a crush on youâ Anna said. âAt least everyone except for me. I found out after the whole card thingâ
Kylian said nothing, keeping his eyes trained on the bride and groom as they swayed.Â
âOkay, so what happened after that?â Y/N pressed. She was flushed. If only her twelve year old self had that information. âDid you two ever talk again?â
Kylian finally turned to her, a hint of a smile on his lips. âNot really. I acted like it never happenedâ He grimaced at Anna. âSorry about that, by the wayâ
Anna laughed. âYou were the ultimate heartbreaker, Kylian!â
He chuckled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made Y/Nâs heart skip. âYeah, well, I got my karma back, don't worry.â
âWhat do you mean?â Anna asked curiously.Â
He hesitated before answering. âIâve had my fair share of heartbreaks, is allâ
Y/N looked down at her lap, idly fiddling with her jewelry. The cynic within her had convinced her that Kylian didnât care for her in that way. Sheâd allowed herself to believe he wanted her only for her body, just another fleeting fling in a long line of them. But his behavior over the past couple of months had made it clear that her own insecurities had clouded her judgment. She had the person she cherished most right in front of herâthe boy she had loved since she was twelveâand yet she had pushed him away.
As she watched the bride and groom twirl, doubt grew inside of her. Was that kind of love even possible for her? Could she ever meet someone she cared for as deeply as she did for Kylian? The thought felt almost laughable. In her heart of hearts she knew that there would never be anyone else who could fill that space in her life.
Suddenly, the DJ switched to an upbeat song and people started to flock to the dance floor, eager to join the bride and groom. Manon and Anna went off as well, leaving just the two of them at the table.Â
Y/N nudged Kylian gently.âDance with me?â
He looked at her with an apologetic look, wordlessly shaking his head no. He looked tense, evidently very aware of being in public.Â
Y/N visibly deflated. She wanted to be in on all the fun, but Kylian clearly wasnât up for it. Oh, well. He did come here for me. I donât need to make him even more uncomfortable, she thought.Â
She smiled tightly at him, hoping he couldnât see her disappointment. But of course he did.Â
He hesitated before grabbing her hand and standing up, pulling her out of her chair. âLetâs goâ
She grinned, her heart fluttering as they made their way to the dance floor. Sometimes, when he did things like this purely to make her happy, the walls sheâd built around her feelings for him would break down, sending her heart into a joyful spin.
They got to dancing, laughter bubbling between them as she playfully teased him about his abysmal dancing skills.Â
âYou just want me to be publicly humiliated huh?â He grumbled, a mock pout on his face.Â
Just then, the song changed to a slow ballad. They froze, exchanging uncertain glances. It was only couples around them now, slowly moving to the romantic song playing.Â
âWhat now?â Kylian asked, his voice low.
She stepped closer, wordlessly wrapping her hands around his neck. Her breath hitched when she felt his hands land on her hips. They swayed to the song, shifting their eyes away from each other whenever their eye contact got too intense. His fingertips on her hips felt like they weighed tons. She wondered if he wanted to kiss her; she knew sheâd let him if he tried. Sheâd fantasized about it more times than she could count.
Suddenly, she bumped into someoneâs back. Theyâd been so focused on each other theyâd completely lost track of their surroundings, it seemed. She turned around, ready to apologize, but froze when she saw who it was.
âLucas?â She said incredulously.Â
He had a different haircut than the last time she saw him, but it was definitely him.
Kylian's grip on her tightened slightly. âYouâve got to be kidding meâ He muttered under his breath.
Lucasâ eyes lit up in recognition. âY/N, wow. How are you?â
âIâm goodâ She said, forcing a smile.â Crazy running into you hereâ
He smiled a fake smile, pointing to his dance partner, who she hadnât noticed until then. âMy girlfriend is co-workers with the brideâ
She greeted his girlfriend, who was nice enough.Â
âSo you two finally got together, huh?â Lucas said. Y/N could tell heâd had a little bit too much to drink by the way he was swaying on his feet. He leaned closer to Kylian, making it known the next part was just for him. âBetter have her on a tight leash, or sheâll start emotionally cheating on youâ
Kylian recoiled at his words. âThatâs not a bigger red flag than breaking up with a person over the phone, or thinking of women as animals you put a leash onâ He gave a pointed look to Lucasâ partner. âHeâs in the habit of doing that, by the wayâ
Poor girl looked like she wanted to disappear.Â
Y/N felt disgusted. âCan we not do this here?â she said to Lucas. âItâs a wedding.â
Lucas shrugged, unfazed. âJust looking out for the guy. He should know what heâs getting into.â
Kylian stepped closer, a protective stance forming. âShe can speak for herself, Lucas. And right now, sheâs not interested in your opinion.â
Y/N suddenly noticed that some of the wedding guests had their eyes on them, clearly having noticed Kylian on the dance floor. They had their phones out, no doubt ready to send social media ablaze with pictures of Kylian and a âmystery womanâ. Without thinking, she stepped away from Kylian and his hands fell away from her hips.Â
He gave her a hurt look, confusion etched on his face. âY/NâŠâ
âThere you go!â Lucas laughed. âShe doesnât even want you to touch herâ
Kylian gave Lucas the dirtiest look sheâd ever seen him give to someone. âFuck youâÂ
He turned on his heel and strode away without waiting for a response, his bodyguard trailing closely behind him adding a dramatic effect.
She made to follow him, but he disappeared into the crowd quickly. She turned to Lucas angrily.Â
âYouâre disgusting, you knowâ
He opened his mouth to say something, but she stormed off.Â
She found him taking pictures with a group of people, dimples and charisma on full display. Someone even pulled out a jerseyâthough she couldnât quite fathom why someone would bring that to a wedding. Still, he signed it with a gracious smile, effortlessly charming everyone around him.
âKylianâ She said as she stepped closer. âCan we talk?â
âSureâ He said, his smile fading slightly as he excused himself from the group.Â
âLook, Iâm really sorryâ She said. âItâs not that I don't want to be seen with you or anything. Itâs just ââ
âNo, itâs fineâ He said unconvincingly.Â
âItâs not fineâ She said earnestly. âThat was really inconsiderate of me. Especially since you were standing up to that asshole for me. Thank you for that, by the wayâ
He shrugged. âThatâs what he deservedâÂ
My sweet Kylian, she thought.
She enveloped him in a hug, taking in the smell of his cologne. He hugged her back, albeit somewhat hesitantly. She could tell something was still bothering him.
âKylian, are you okay?â She asked, pulling away. âYouâve seemed off for a while nowâ
âIâm okayâ He said, looking at the ground. âJust a bit stressed is allâ
She looked at him empathetically. âTell meâ
âWell, for starters, I shouldnât be in public right nowâ
She frowned, feeling guilty. âI know, itâs a lotââ
âNo, itâs not just that. That I can prepare myself for.â He said. âItâs because thereâs a video announcing my departure from PSG thatâs going to be releasedââ He paused to look at his watch. â-- In about 20 minutes, soâŠâ
She stared incredulously. âWhat?â
âI said thereâs a videoââ
âYouâre leaving PSG?â She said in a hushed yet raised tone.
âYesâ He affirmed.
âAnd itâs going to be announced in 20 minutes?âÂ
âYesâ He repeated.Â
âAnd youâre in a packed wedding full of proud Parisiansâ She stated the obvious. âOne week after crashing out of the Champions Leagueâ
He nodded, then yelped when she smacked his arm.Â
âKylian, why the hell did you come?âÂ
âBecause I wanted to make you happyâ He said simply, rubbing his arm.
She didnât know whether to smack him again or kiss his beautiful lips. She decided on neither.
âLetâs get out of here thenâ She said, already dragging him to the exit. âBefore the video is released and all hell breaks looseâ
âBut we havenât even talked to Julien!â
âYouâll send him an expensive giftâ She said, sounding determined.Â
He chuckled, letting her lead the way.
They were in his car, his driver speeding away from the wedding venue. She watched him look out the window, the city lights casting a yellow glow over his skin. He looked less stressed, but she still thought there was something going on with him.
âSo, where are you going?âÂ
âHmm?â He pulled his eyes away from the window, seemingly jolted out of his thoughts.Â
âWhere are you going to play next?â She asked.
âTake a guessâ
âUh, letâs see, Leeds United?â She teased.Â
He rolled his eyes. âYou know whereâ
She squealed, launching herself across the backseat to give him yet another hug. âReal Madrid? Oh my god! Congratulations, Kyâ
âThanksâ He giggled, hugging her back tightly. âIâm really excitedâ
âYou should be! This is your childhood dreamâ She pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide with excitement. âRemember that winter you abandoned me to go visit them?â
âWell youâre getting back at me for that nowâ He said with a sad smile.
âHm?â
âYouâre moving back hereâ He clarified. âWhile Iâm going there. Youâre the one doing the abandoning this timeâ
âOhâ She said, understanding. âAbout that, I, uhâIâm not moving anymoreâ
He froze. âWhat?â
 â I mean, I was going to, but⊠things changed. I got a promotion at my job, and the pay raise means I actually get more than what Iâd earn at the new job here, so I told them Iâm not gonna go for itâ
He lets out a strange laugh. Itâs near hysterical, but it stops as abruptly as it starts. âSo youâre not moving back? Youâre staying in Madrid?â
âYesâ She said slowly. âIâm staying in Madridâ
âCoolâ He fidgets in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest âGreatâ
He looked out the window again, then turned back to her, his face breaking into a huge grin.
âWhat?â She giggled. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âIâm just really happy youâre stayingâÂ
âWhy?â She knew why, she just wanted to hear him say it.
âI wanted better for Lunaâ He exhaled loudly, as if this was a concerning issue heâd thought long and hard about. â I hear the cat food here sucksâ
She burst out laughing. She didnât know what, but she could tell something just shifted between them.Â
âYou know, I havenât been back in a whileâ He said. âTo Bondyâ
âYeah?â
âYeahâ He said thoughtfully. âYou just reminded me, when you mentioned that time I went to visit Madridâ
âWhy donât we stop by?â She said, her eyes lighting up.Â
He paused for a moment, contemplating.Â
âI donât have anywhere else to be. Letâs do itâ He said finally.Â
He told his driver, and they went on their way. They sat in silence for most of the drive to the suburbs, both lost in their own thoughts.
âOh!â Kylianâs eyes lit up suddenly. He pulled something from the console. âI forgot to give you thisâ
âWhat is it?â
âBelated graduation giftâ He said as he handed her a small gift bag. Sheâd graduated from her masters program a couple weeks ago.
She beamed, pulling out a jewelry box from the bag. âYou didnât have toâ She cooed.
âLiarâ
âYouâre right, I love giftsâ She grinned.
Her eyes widened when she revealed the pair of earrings. â Kylian, wowâÂ
She looked at him in disbelief as she held up the jewelry delicately. âTheyâre so beautifulâ
âI got them from Cameroon, when I visited last yearâ He explained.Â
There was a card nestled amongst the wrapping of the earrings, small enough that she almost missed it.Â
âOh, thereâs a cardâ She said as she picked it up.
Kylianâs eyes widened, reaching out to take it from her hand. âWait, noââ
She leaned away from him to avoid his grasp, her smile almost fading as she read what was written:
âY/N,
I donât know if youâll ever see this, but right now Iâm in Cameroon, and Iâm heartbroken.Â
Maman thinks I should call you. Tchaga and all the others think Iâm annoying because all I do is sulk.
We visited a traditional market today. I saw these earrings, and I thought of you immediately. Theyâre made by female artisans, which I think youâll like.
 I love you, I think itâs ruining my life.
âKâ
She looked up, the last sentence reverberating in her head, almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart.Â
She didnât know what to say, just looked at Kylian, who was avoiding her gaze.
âI forgot that was thereâ He said quietly.Â
The car came to a halt just then, and Kylianâs driver let them know that theyâd arrived at their destination.
They found themselves at the park they frequented as children, where they spent countless afternoons and evenings. They took a seat on a bench, facing a gaggle of children playing football. The park was otherwise empty save for a couple other wanderers, which was unusual for a summerâs evening. Y/N wasnât complaining though; fewer people meant less chances of Kylian being spotted.
They seemed out of place in their formal clothes; her in her silk maxi dress, and him in his suit. She stole glances of his side profile as they watched the kidsâ game, marveling at his beauty: his big brown eyes, the strong nose heâd inherited from his mother, and those pink, pouty lips. More than 10 years of knowing him and yet he still managed to take her breath away.
He turned to her suddenly. âWhatâs on your mind?â
She decided to be honest. âI was thinking about how pretty you areâ
âPretty?â He chuckled.
âYeah. PrettyâÂ
âDonât think anyoneâs used that word to describe me beforeâ He said.
âWell I haveâ She said. âMany times before â in my headâ
âMe too,â He admitted, his gaze warm. âIâve called you pretty. Also many times âin my head.â
She grinned at him. It was impossible not to. âSpeaking of pretty, I want to try those earrings!â
She pulled them from their box, quickly removing the ones she was already wearing and carefully putting on the new pair. Kylian took an exaggerated double take, his eyes widening. âQuĂ© hermosa!âÂ
She snorted. â Working on your Spanish, I seeâ
âIâm already fluent, cherieâ He winked at her as he pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of her.Â
A loud cheer erupted from the kids; someone had just scored a goal. Y/N and Kylian briefly turned their attention back to the game, smiling at the infectious joy of the kids as they rushed to one another for a group hug. The celebrations gradually faded, and the children returned to their positions to continue the game.
She swallowed hard. âDid you mean that?â
âMean what?â Kylian dragged his eyes away from the game. It didnât matter if it was being played by a bunch of 10 year olds, football was still his favorite thing. It was quite endearing, actually.Â
âWhat you wrote on the cardâ She said quietly.Â
âYesâ He met her eyes. âI doâ
âWhat did you meanâ what do you mean when you said itâs ruining your life?â She asked.
He took a deep breath before answering. He had a pained look on his face. âItâs just â I donât know, it feels like torture sometimes, not having you. First it was the whole time you were with Lucas when I was pining after you, and then it felt like I had you, but you ran away. Let me tell you, those couple months after that when we werenât speaking were the worst of my life.â He took a shaky breath. âAnd whatever we are now, just friends, itâs never going to be enoughâ
âKylian..â
âAnd I was speaking to Papaâ He continued, ignoring her. He scooted closer to her, eyes so intense. âHe told me to take a leap of faith. To cut out all the bullshit and tell you I love you. So here I am, I guess. I want you to tell me what you truly want. Not what you think you should want, or what other people want for you. What you really, really want. Because if itâs me? Iâm all in, Y/NâÂ
He took her hand, gently opening up her palm. âBecause youâve had my heart hereâ He traced his index finger over her palm. âEver since I met you at my birthday party all those years ago. Itâs always been you for me. There will never be anyone elseâ
Y/N didnât respond immediately, lifting his hand that was on hers to her lips and kissing his trembling fingers. âJust so you know, Iâve wanted you as long as Iâve known you. And youâre right, maybe all of the excuses I was telling you and myself were lies. Because I was scared. I thought if we did this and it didnât work out, Iâd end up losing you forever. I didnât want that, Ky. But how would we know if we donât try? We have to try, right?â She paused. âI really want to tryâ
Kylian let out a relieved laugh at her words. They were so close to each other, their faces mere inches apart. He cupped her face with his hands, caressing her cheeks in a way only he could. She closed her eyes, basking in his touch. She felt gentle kisses on each of her eyelids.
âYesâ She heard him murmur. âI want to tryâ
They closed what little distance was between their lips, kissing passionately. All the tension, all the unspoken feelings that had been brewing for ages seemed to dissolve in that moment. It felt like releasing air after holding her breath for a long time. It felt like relief.
âWait, thereâs someone taking picturesâ Kylian muttered as he pulled away.
âI donât careâ She said, chasing his lips with hers.
To her annoyance, he pulled away again. âBut youââ
âI said I donât careâ She mumbled, kissing him again. She felt him smile against her lips.
They left the park after the game ended, satisfied and at peace. Hands intertwined, lips swollen from kissing. She thought about the kids that they used to be, the ones who used to run to the very same park everyday after school. Oh how theyâve grown, how theyâve changed.Â
Inside the car, she turned to him, her heart steadying after a long while of drumming loudly. âSo, what now?â
His gaze was unwavering. â No more running away.â
"No more running away" She repeated softly, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes.
A/N: Aaand thats it folks. hope you like this last part <3 i'm working on an epilogue though so stay tuned for that. as always lmk what you think in the comments or in my inbox. thank you for reading!
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Whatâs Yours Is Mine (?)
« silly series - 9 »
Sana x gn!reader
Fluff
synopsis - just a classic case of girlfriend stealing clothes
wordcount - 834
A/N - thank you very much anon it means a lot bc me personally i think thereâs definitely room for improvement, but ask and you shall receive! a small draft i picked up, enjoy!
The way Sana ran to get to your apartment had nothing to do with you.
Well, she was excited to see you, that was a given, but she was less thrilled about the rain that suddenly started falling on her way to your apartment.
When she stepped in, you couldnât help the laugh that escaped at the sight of her. That unsurprisingly earned you a glare which you quickly turned into a smile when you told her to go and grab whatever from your closet after a warm shower.
You know, just until her clothes dried out.
She took you up on that offer and came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, proudly wearing your own clothes as if they were hers.
You were busy, posted up on the kitchen island and focused on some work matter that required you looking at your laptop for way longer than anyone would like. Youâd much rather be looking at your girlfriend instead, who looked absurdly cute in that one hoodie she knew you loved and havenât let go of since your early college years.
A tired smile made its way to your lips when you allowed your eyes to take a break from the screen, granting them the soothing sight that was Sana.
âA sight for sore eyesâ suddenly made all the sense in the world to you.
âWhat are you wearing?â You chuckled, your gaze never leaving her as she made her way over to you.
You didnât expect to see her in that clothing item, and you wondered how it didnât happen earlier. It was so endearing, how the sleeves were slightly too long for her arms, and how cozy she looked.
âSomething comfortable.â She said, glancing at her sleeves. âDo you like it?â
âI do.â You wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer and she took it as an invite to sit on your lap. âI think I have the same one.â
She giggled at your bad joke, a proof of her love.
âYou have great taste.â She booped your nose and your features scrunched up, causing your glasses to slide up with them.
You looked too adorable not to kiss at that moment, so she did just that, wrapping her arms around your neck to pull you in for a kiss or two. Her lips felt just as amazing as the last time she saw you, maybe a little sweeter.
âAre you gonna be done anytime soon?â She gestured to your laptop and you frowned, sighing.
âNo. Someone messed up at work, I have to review and fix a whole program.â You pouted at her knowing you wonât be able to have her in your arms like that for a while still.
âWhy are you sad, that means youâre good at your job.â She tried to cheer you up and managed to turn your lips turn into a smile again.
âI guess. But it means we wonât be able to cuddle any time soon.â You explained.
Sana shrugged, âI can just stay on your lap while you do your work.â
âIâd love that but I donât think my legs would.â You said without much thought before the sound of your words reached your ears. Sanaâs gasp complimented your widened eyes and a nervous laugh pushed itself past your lips. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean it like that!â
You tightened your arms around her, hugging her closer to make amends in hopes sheâd find you cute enough. âI love you.â You said, looking up at her, before stealing a kiss from her cheek.
âAnd?â She asked, deciding not to let go of your honest mistake without teasing you at least a little bit.
âIâll make dinner.â You proposed, but she didnât budge.
âYou were going to do that anyway.â
âIâll let you play with my hair while I work.â You tried again, a hopeful smile on your lips.
âWhat so Iâll just stand for two hours?â She scoffed. âYouâre so bad at bargaining.â
âFine, then what do you want?â You sighed, only wanting her to quit the teasing.
âI keep the hoodie.â She grinned, but it wasnât innocent.
âSana, itâs my favoriteâŠâ You whined.
âItâs mine too.â She whined back and you chuckled despite yourself, sighing before giving it a thought.
âAm I ever going to get it back?â You asked, although you already knew how that usually goes.
âNo.â
Her smile, the happiness she displayed made it hard to say that same word back to her. Honestly you wouldnât mind seeing her wear it from now on, but only a few times. It was still your favorite hoodie.
âCan we at least share custody?â You tried to compromise and this time she was the one humming as she thought about it.
âMaybe. But I take it first.â She said a second later.
âFine.â You gave in, taking the hand she was offering in yours and shaking it in order to close the deal.
âPleasure doing business with you, baby.â She giggled, bringing your hand to her lips.
The soft peck she laid on top of it made the butterflies dance in your stomach, coating your cheeks in a similar shade to the one on your hoodie.
Youâd never see that hoodie again by the way. At least not on yourself.
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For the fic never have I ever:
1) have you ever written anything about buddie and sleeping (like an insomnia fic, nightmares, cuddling and falling asleep, etc)?
2) have you ever written anything about buddie and chronic pain?
3.) have you ever written anything about buddie and hurt/comfort? What about angst?
4) have you ever written any sort of buddie AU?
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Hey, hii!
(Me, holy shit, someone actually sent me an ask? Stay cool, stay cool, itâs cool everyone!)
(Also me, oh shit, I did not realise that this means I have to remember what Iâve written. Hmm. This may have been a mistake, I have the worst memory, I really do. Goes and checks out own ao3 profile for the answersâŠ)
Ok here we go.
Nightmares. Oh hey look at that! Iâve actually got a fic with the word in its title, who knew! A spell for nightmares & fractured hearts is a short and fluffy lil fic about Buck helping Chris heal after the tsunami, and then Chris (and Eddie) helping Buck do the same. And because Iâm allergic to fluff, I followed it up with part 2 in that series being long, whumpy and angsty. As for falling asleep, cuddling or insomnia, I canât find anything in my quick search but I think Iâve written all of those in several of my fics, just not as a major part of the plot, more as part of the comfort part after the hurt usually.
Similar answer for chronic pain, I think? Iâve referenced it here and there in various fics but havenât written on just about that. Itâs a little bit too close to home for me, my dad has had 3 hip replacements (first because of major injury as a firefighter when I was 10, he fell through 3 floors in a burning building) so having lived with someone experiencing it, it doesnât really appeal to me to write.
Buddie and hurt/comfort â um. Pretty much every single one of my Buddie fics?! I filtered my works with that tag and got 30 hits, soâŠ. Hereâs one Iâm posting right now that Iâm kinda proud of Pictures of You, in which Abuela dies post season 6, Eddie hurts and Buck comforts.
Buddie and angst â refer to above answer lol. If I had to choose a favourite, I think Iâd choose empty, broken, lonely, hoping, my beloved presumed dead fic where Buck and Christopher are thought to have perished when Buckâs apartment building burns down and Eddie goes through several chapters of angst. Itâs unrelenting really, poor guy. 4. Buddie AU â again, Iâve got several depending on your definition.
If you want a truly Alternate Universe, try I Once Was Lost. Itâs a Peter Pan fusion where Buck is Peter, Eddie is Wendy Darling and almost all of the other characters feature in Neverland too. It covers from their childhood up until the end of season 5 and I have a particular soft spot in my heart for it.
If you prefer Canon Divergence, try There Walks Darkness. Itâs basically What If Maddie didnât kill Doug and he was arrested instead â and was one of the prisoners who took Buck and Eddie hostage in season 5? It features a lot of hurt Buck, Buck whump, worried Eddie and the 118, some of my favourite tropes to write.
And lastly, if you prefer supernatural AU, try Returned for a shorter read, which perhaps unsurprisingly is based on the movie and tv show⊠Returned.
Which reminds me of another supernatural AU that I canât believe I forgot because I adore it! Trust Me, Darlinâ is my first collab, with the lovely @hella-cious! It's a Supernatural / 911 crossover in which Buck runs into an old hook up (Dean Winchester ofc) at a scene in LA and is promptly kidnapped before the 118âs eyes. Lots of angst and whump in this one and while there is Buck/Dean because lets face it, those two are far too hot not to ship together, it ends in Buddie (and Destiel too, for SPN fans!)
So, wow. There you go. This was a lot longer than I expected it to be but then Iâve never done one of these before. Thanks for being my first ask @steadfastsaturnsrings !!
#ask game#never have I ever#fanfic writing game#911#buddie#supernatural#SPN#destiel#Peter Pan#Wendy Darling#evan buckley#eddie diaz#9-1-1#911 abc#whump#angst#hurt/comfort#fanfiction#9-1-1 fanfiction
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Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3 - Quickfire Review
Finally. It's been longer than intended for me to watch this movie, I should've been writing this last week but I had the completely baffling scenario where the cinema people came in and say they 'didn't have the feature'. But finally I went and watched it so here are my quick thoughts on the matter.
Spoilers for the Movie
So I unsurprisingly enjoyed this a lot, I wouldn't say it's the best Guardians film, I think the first still sneaks the top spot, but they are all hits and it's the best MCU film since No Way Home.
I was quite surprised with a lot of things, but Rocket being on death's door for two thirds of the film was the most unexpected, paired with no character dying. I'm not too mad about the latter mind you, it was just surprising.
I read a non-spoiler review though that said that Adam Warlock wasn't in it enough, and while I can see why people may think that, I thought the limited time he had worked in his favour. The infant-like mentality - set up by the Sovereign saying he was awakened early - did add to the comedy and he was never gonna be comic accurate given that Vision stole his whole Infinity Stone shtick. While him joining the new Guardians made sense, I will say that Phyla-Vell felt a little thrown in there though but it was just a mid-credits scene so it won't mean that much.
The High Evolutionary is great though, like pure maniacal god complex, which helps to stand out against other MCU villains who often get painted with a layer of sympathy or manipulation. Chukwudi Iwuji depicted the role brilliantly and if Marvel do get put in a corner with Kang they can easily slot him into the role. For new side characters I also felt that all of Rocket's old buddies did well, Linda Cardellini especially as Lylla.
The plot itself was very emotive, centering mainly around Peter and Rocket being haunted by their past (the former having to also confront Gamora during it all), and Nebula's struggle to express herself. While this did leave Drax, Mantis and Groot to mainly hover around the side, and Cosmo and Kraglin to hover wayyyy far back over the side. Rocket's backstory though is brutal, and Peter's development towards acceptance and seeking out his family on earth was a solid payoff. I do especially like that neither of the daughters of Thanos ended up with Peter at the end, Gamora found her home in the Ravagers yes but she took home some lessons from the Guardians, and Nebula and Peter would've felt a little forced.
While the Guardians splitting at the end makes sense, and Drax getting some respect as a parental figure was nice, I do feel like Mantis going alone was perhaps the most bitter of the group going their separate ways, I enjoyed her character but she wasn't given a lot of substance, and I feel she was a little depowered here compared to when she sedated Ego and Thanos in previous movies. I hope at the least given how Star Lord will at least return that the Guardians will reunite once more, even if it's for another Holiday Special.
Also can't talk about Guardians without the music, and it's quite good, I suppose it's the quality you expect from the film after so many movies. Starting with Creep was a unique call, but I did enjoy them using Dog Days Are Over for the final scenes of the movie. Since You've Been Gone by Rainbow always puts me in a good mood though, mainly because of the Pot Noodle commercial that used the song.
I could probably dig into it more, but this is meant to be 'quickfire' and this is the eighth paragraph so in conclusion, really good movie, it has emotional weight and comedy, its focus on animal cruelty does make you pensive, the new characters were fun, and the conclusion will leave you content but also hopeful, despite Gunn setting sights on rebooting the DC universe, to see the group again.
#marvel#mcu#guardians of the galaxy#gotg3 spoilers#gotg3#guardians 3#guardians of the galaxy 3#gotg vol 3#star lord#peter quill#gamora#drax the destroyer#rocket raccoon#groot#kraglin#cosmo the space dog#mantis#adam warlock#high evolutionary#nebula
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stopping by to ask for a bedtime story. pls tell me how you met the boys and and and i must know how the first date went <3
hi em!!! i'm so sorry this wasn't a bedtime story for you yesterday i was too intoxicated last night to be able to say this coherently...
ok so. i have an age gap going on with stsg, but i didn't know them beyond reputation for a long time (i attended kyoto jujutsu high, so they weren't my teachers dw). i didn't actually meet them until after i graduated. the higher ups, unsurprisingly, sent me on a mission i was not cut out for, so they stepped in and saved my ass. i was embarrassed as hell and kind of on my guard (hearing utahime-sensei bitch about gojo for years will do that), but they were both really nice. suguru made sure i wasn't too badly hurt after they'd taken care of the curses, but i did wind up kind of snapping at gojo for pushing me out of the fight completely (i said something along the lines of never being able to learn to defend myself if i never got to fight), and he just kinda... stared at me bc he didn't expect me to talk back to him. suguru apologized on his behalf, asked again if i was ok, and offered to escort me back to where i was staying (i didn't take him up on it).
cut to a couple weeks later. stsg were in kyoto for some meeting between the staff of both high schools, i was back on campus between missions (i just kinda..... never really moved out of my dorm after graduation, whoops) and ran into them again. before i could say literally anything to them (didn't get out any sort of greeting at all), satoru was blurting out a very awkward apology for how our first meeting had gone. i forgave him, and we exchanged small talk for a bit (i hated every second of it, small talk makes me Insane), and then they had to leave for another meeting, but before they walked away, satoru handed me a little piece of paper with their numbers on it, telling me if i ever needed anything just to reach out to them.
i put their numbers in my phone but didn't contact them for a few more weeks, until i was given another mission i had a feeling was more than i could handle. they agreed to come as backup, and promised not to interfere unless i really needed help. everything went fine in the end, but i appreciated them being there and keeping their word about not cutting me out of my own mission.
we texted back and forth occasionally after that, until one day they invited me out to a little cafe when i was in tokyo for a couple days. i didn't know until afterwards that they intended for it to be a date, i just assumed i was third wheeling, since their relationship was no secret to... pretty much anyone in the jujutsu world, and because i'm oblivious as hell so i didn't even know they were interested in me.
after that (failed) date, they decided to split up and each take me on a solo date. sugu went first, which toru wasn't happy about, but he spent a fair amount of the date talking toru up to me, which i thought was really sweet, but i was absolutely blown away when he told me that satoru had been pining after me basically from that first meeting.
anyways. my first date with suguru was to a secondhand bookstore, and then afterwards we had lunch in the park. it was fairly quiet, very low key, very nice; very him. my first date with satoru was to a roller rink. i have terrible balance so i spent the whole time clinging to him and wobbling around like a newborn baby deer, and he ate it up. when he finally had mercy on me we left the roller rink, he took me out for ice cream. it was a little chaotic, very high energy, very bubbly; very him. they both walked me home after our respective dates, and asked permission before kissing my cheek. it didn't take long after that for me to fall for them, hard.
wow ok that was..... a lot longer than i expected i'm sorry for talking your ear off em đ
#asks answered#enchanting em#fallon's friends#self ship tag#sorry i started typing and apparently i had a lot to say kjshkdghdkjghsjk#but i haven't thought much abt our origin story so this was fun!!!
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OKAY SOME RHIAN QUESTIONS FOR YOU BECAUSE I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH: big spoon or little spoon? what's her favourite kind of weather? if she were shopping in the Fancy part of novigrad with unlimited coin what expensive clothing item would she buy as a treat? what is she like when she cries? does she mind when other people see? ((what's her favourite thing about dietrich hjfgdsgs))
OK HERE WE GO!
big or little spoon:Â i think it depends on how sheâs feeling, but generally she prefers to be the little spoon, prefers the feel of another person wrapped around her. sheâs not against being the big spoon though, especially if her partner needs the comfort.Â
favourite weather:Â sheâs especially fond of the cool, windy days in autumn when the leaves are bright green and orange and brown, and the sky is a little overcast but not raining, and itâs cold enough that she can wear a nice cloak and bundle up a bit without being too cold.
what expensive clothing item would she buy as a treat with unlimited coin: if she truly had unlimited coin âŠâŠ. hmm. i want to say a really fancy fur-lined cloak because she is weak for a nice cloak, but she might also go for a fancy pair of hand-crafted leather boots with pretty detailing and trim. sheâd definitely eye the exquisite dresses but still wouldnât spend the money on one because sheâd never get the chance to wear one (and also isnât sure she could properly pull one off, sheâs still a bit self-conscious about her appearance in a realistic, bitter-edged way).
what is she like when she cries: really depends on why sheâs crying, but generally when sheâs crying sheâs crying. itâs always a flood of tears, never just one or two, and she almost always will get a headache later because of it. she tries to hold herself back, to keep some emotional restraint, but sheâs never been very good at it and cries pretty easily despite her calm exterior. if sheâs deeply upset sheâll probably get a wave of nausea too, and probably start choking a little (on tears and bile both). itâs never very subtle.Â
does she mind when other people see: âŠ. she never used to, mostly because she never had a lot of reason to cry. in recent years sheâs so weighed down with emotion though, and becomes a lot more Aware of it. she finds it less overwhelming if sheâs alone, because when sheâs around others sheâs trying to stop the tears but that just makes it worse and ⊠yeah. itâs not that sheâs self conscious so much that she doesnât want to burden other people with her problems / emotions.Â
favourite thing about dietrich: hmmmmmmmmmmm. physically she finds him very attractive. sheâs always liked the dark hair and rough edges and muscled physique and his eyes, god his eyes. she would happily let herself burn up in them. beyond that, thereâs a certain ⊠contradiction to him? he presents himself as abrasive, as standoffish, as apathetic, but if you spend time with him you start to see beneath it to a man who cares very deeply about the people close to him, a man who would happily drop to his knees if it meant the people he loves were safe and happy. i think she only really noticed it when she saw him with edith for the first few times, saw the way his mouth twitched at the corners and how gentle he was with her. he might hunt monsters, and he might have to do monstrous things to survive, but heâs not a monster, and she fell in love with him a little for that fact alone.
#oc tag#forcekenobi#thanks alana for indulging me!!!!!#sorry this took me a lot longer than i expected rippppp#i put this under the cut cause i started rambling unsurprisingly ahfsjdfgsd#ch: rhian van angren#rhian x dietrich#for that last one ;)#(i'm mushy ... FUCK)
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Fit for Purpose
Summary: Youâre helping your boyfriend prepare for his annual fit test, but you may have an ulterior motive. Unsurprisingly, your genius boyfriend has figured you out.
A/N: itâs been such a while! Iâve been so snowed under with work recently but I desperately wanted to post something today! I hope this is okay, please let me know what you think! đ€
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The morning was filled with a fresh breeze, the wonderfully warming sunshine, and the increasingly distant panting of your boyfriend.
When the uneven, if still repetitive, noise of his struggle faded into obscurity beneath the subtle sound of wind rustling between the trees, you stopped your light jog. With a puff of air, you briefly raised your face to the sun before turning back to face Spencer.
âYou okay back there?â
He didnât reply, not that he seemed able to between his heaving breaths, but he gradually reached you. His lips parted as though to speak but all that managed to leave him was another struggled heave of breath as he collapsed forwards. Bent at the hips, hands on his knees, he very slowly caught his breath.
Wryly, you smiled down at him and raised a hand to rub his back. When he had regained at least some of himself you offered some water. He took the offered drink gratefully before heaving another breath and asking with a dramatic groan, âhow much further?â
Twisting your lips, you decided to go easy on him. âWe were gonna go another mile that way, but⊠we can head back now?â He nodded eagerly, eyes screwed shut in struggle, but made no move to follow your suggestion. âYou need a minute?â
âYeah,â he told you - almost deflating in relief, âyes, oh god.â
You tried not to giggle as he complained, gesturing instead for him to take a seat on a nearby park bench. Heavily he sat down, head falling back as his body all but went limp. You perched beside him, feet perching on the wood and knees hugging into your chest. Watching him, you couldnât help but feel a little guilty.
It was true that the fit tests could no longer be waived away, new policies coming in and demanding protocol be followed, but it was a slight exaggeration that Spencer had to work this hard to train to run a mile. You had every confidence that a week and a half would have been enough time to train him up to the distance and the time. However, you had a vested interest in him doing exceptionally well.
Somehow, it had fallen that both Spencerâs and Garciaâs fit tests fell at the exact same time; a coincidence that you and Morgan had more than taken advantage of. You would do your best to train Spencer, Morgan would do his best to train Garcia, and whichever of them managed the fastest time were the winner. What did they win? Nothing. What would you win if Spencer was quicker than Garcia? A hundred bucks. It was a friendly competition and nothing more, except neither Spencer nor Garcia were actually aware of the arrangement.
In an effort to assuage your guilt over the whole clandestine affair, you spent your winnings on Spencer without fail. After all, he had earned the money and, truthfully, three straight years of Morganâs abject confusion and frustration at how fast you could make Spencer run was prize enough.
Spencerâs breaths were beginning to slow beside you and so you turned to watch him. âIt must be getting easier?â You asked lightly when he seemed coherent enough to respond.
Finally regaining the ability to speak in full sentences, he looked to you as he shook his head. âYou would think so.â You expected him to say something else alongside that; some long-winded list of statistics regarding stamina, cardiovascular fitness, or whatever else, but he remained silent.
Concern filled you; Spencer had a lot to say, you didnât like it when he was quiet. Lightly, you bumped shoulders with him, âyou okay? Youâre⊠kinda quiet.â
All of a sudden, he looked incredibly bashful. His head dropped, hair falling around him as though to hide from your view, and he shook his head. The red flush creeping up his neck made you smile. âWhat?â You pushed, affectionately soothing a hand through his hair.
When you had first ventured on this relationship Spencer likely would have kept his eyes down and struggled through an explanation. Now with the familiar comfort of you beside him, he lifted his gaze to yours, and smirked through his reply; âI was thinking about how much fun our mornings used to be.â
A light blush dusting your cheeks at the suggestive memories he was referring to, you smiled. Teasing lightly, you told him, âthat counts as exercise too you know.â
The laugh he gave shook his shoulders even as he verbally disagreed; âwell, actually,â you rested your head upon his shoulder, eyes caught on a small bird darting through swaying branches, âon average a manâs heart rate barely rises above one-thirty during sexual intercourse,â you hummed a small noise of interest, âso, really it can only be classified as light to moderate exercise.â
With a sigh, you lifted your head. âThatâs a shame.â After a moment of pondering, you turned to him with a creased brow, âis that true even when itâs particularly,â your fingers walked up his thigh as you waggled your brows, âvigorous?â
You felt a surge of delicious victory as he shifted in place and his hand came to grip yours, preventing your fingers from travelling higher. âEven then, unfortunately.â
With a groan, you rose to your feet and pulled an unenthusiastic Spencer up beside you. âOne more week, sweetheart.â You reassured, pulling him softly into an easy jog beside you, âthen we can have our mornings back.â
He nodded with a sigh and a smile, excitement shining in his eyes, but made no response as his breath was already beginning to struggle from him.
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Getting back to your shared apartment you had quickly excused yourself to jump in the shower. You assumed, by the tiredness pulling at his every movement alongside the way he all but collapsed onto the sofa, that Spencer needed a minute to recuperate anyway.
Now, feeling freshened and squeaky clean, you emerged with a soft towel wrapped around you. Spencer had managed to extract himself from the sofa in the time you had taken, now laying sprawled on the bed looking almost asleep. Giggling at the sight of him, you moved to him and trailed light fingers through his hair. You smiled as he cracked open an eye to watch you.
As he returned the gesture with a smile of his own, a hand tugging playfully at your towel, he looked thoughtful for a moment before he murmured a defunct question at you. âYou know Iâm a genius, right?â
Eyebrows creasing, taken by surprise, you stuttered out an amused scoff. âHow could I forget?â
With a groan of effort he sat upright, looking up at you as his hands lightly skittered over your hips. âFor the past three years,â he began, thumbs rubbing soothing circles over the cotton towel, âafter every fitness test, you have bought me a present.â
Getting tongue tied, unsure where he was going with this but intent on playing it cool, you shrugged. âWellâŠâ you struggled immediately, âI- you deserve a treat after⊠all that effort.â
âAll the gifts have cost a hundred dollars,â you didnât say anything, so he specified, âexactly a hundred.â Hands upon his shoulders, you steadied yourself.
âErmâŠâ was all you could think to give. You felt a little settled by the fact that he was still smiling up at you and still delicately massaging circles into your skin.
âIs that a coincidence?â
You bit your lip, looking at him through your lashes in a sudden burst of embarrassment. ââŠnoâŠâ you admitted with a grimace.
A laugh escaped him, âI knew it.â
Puzzled, expecting him to be at least a little agitated by you treating him like a horse to bet on, you couldnât help but quietly query. âYouâre not mad?â
Pulling you lightly, settling you on his lap with your thighs spread around him as your towel struggled to retain your dignity, he shook his head. âWell, I have to pass this test anyway,â his voice had dropped an octave, his finger tracing the path of a water droplet over the curve of your collarbone, âthis way we both win.â
A low hum, almost a purr, escaped you and you cocked your head. Hands clasping behind his neck and eyebrow raised, you asked; âhow long have you known?â
Eyes catching yours, even as his hands effortlessly relieved you of your towel, he smirked. Eventually, he gave his vague reply. âA while.â
Rolling your eyes, even as you leaned into the large hands that smoothed over your skin, you rasped out a teasing response. âSo mysterious.â
A laugh shook his figure lightly as he pulled your hips closer to his with a commanding hand on your waist, the other hand falling between your thighs.
You gave a whine, eyes closing as you basked in the familiar but still enticing feel of his touch, but an errant thought sent a chuckle past your lips.
An answering laugh of his own framed his next question, âwhat is it?â
Hands framing his face, you ghosted your lips over his before murmuring your response. âI was thinking we should try to get your heart rate over 130 this time.â
#imagine#reader insert#x reader#imagines#xreader#fanfic#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds imagines#criminalminds#criminal minds x reader#criminalmindsimagine#dr spencer reid#reidxreader#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x reader#professor reid#reid x reader#readerinsert#established relationship#fluff#spencer fluff
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I know I'm late with submitting but I've been so busy this month, but I had an idea for your Halloween prompt!
I've got this one particular dynamic on my mind, inspired by how older poems and musicals personified death/the reaper. death becomes obsessed and slowly falls in love with the Mc from afar. He finally reaches out to her and she is terrified of death. She eventually gives in to him even though fucking death is against her instincts. It's a really rough concept. But I immediately thought of it while reading through the qutes.
"I know you've thought about it don't lie"
"Let me show you exactly how I feel"
Maybe rip my heart out at the end with "I'll always keep you safe" ?
What ever place and character you think would work bestsince quotes. Only know loki and geralt. Not excluding lady loki of course, death doesn't have to be a him.
As for kinks...some flavor of dom/sub and reading thoughts?...maybe a pet/plaything vibe? I really don't know đ©
I'm sorry this idea is so vague. đ
I've loved everything you've written so far this month and I'm honored by the follow đ„șđ
-littlepupthoughts
Thank you so much for the interesting request and your kind words!! What a way to end this challenge.
This piece took me a lot longer than I'd liked (I re-wrote it a few times). I seriously love the subject matter here, and I really wanted to do it justice. I hope you enjoy it- thank you again!! đ€
This fic is a part of A Dark Celebration.
Pairing: Death!Loki x fem!Reader
Words: ~3,500
Summary: Death has turned his eyes on you.
This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of sex, fingering, sex (m/f), dirty talk, a touch of somnophilia, and it mentions dead animals, gore, and (unsurprisingly) death. Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.
Thank you so freaking much to my followers for all of the amazing requests for this challenge! And thank you for being patient with me as I worked through each of these- I had a blast! Likes, reblogs and comments mean more than you know đ€
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He remembers the first time he saw you.
Snow fell in the early morning light, the city still asleep.
You mustâve been out running errands, the early morning not a deterrent to you in the slightest. He doubted much would deter you.
You turned just as it had happened, the whole thing playing out in your wide eyes. He loved your eyes since that very moment, the terror in them unsettling though impossible to hide your beauty.
He stood as you ran over to the young man, your bags on the dirty snow of the street behind you. You held the young manâs hand as he started to slip from this world, looking up frantically for some help in the empty street.
Then all too suddenly- âhey! Please, please go get someone! Heâs not, heâs bleeding out,â you panted, looking right up at him.
He frowned curiously and turned, expecting to see someone behind himself. There was no one there.
Your frantic eyes were trained on his. You could see him. How interesting.
He wondered if you could touch him.
Just then the young manâs soul started to slip from his body, its form drifting upwards. He swore under his breath at the fates, and took the young manâs arm.
You were watching, your expression falling as you realised what youâd seen. He left you there in the street, shepherding the young manâs soul to the beyond.
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The first time you saw death you hadnât realised. There he stood, long black waves sharply contrasting against pale skin, his bright blue eyes unnerving you. He simply watched as you shouted at him, a slight curve to his lips. Heâd slipped away before you could say anything more.
A fear had gripped your heart that day, itâs icy grip tightening each time you remembered how close you were to him. Death was always abstract to you, a concept you neednât spend much time on. Something to mull over later, once youâd grown old and grey.
But seeing that young manâs soul slip from his body had roused that fear in you prematurely. You felt as if death were closing in on you, making himself known. Be it the mouse you found on the floor one morning, itâs little body frozen as if it died of shock, or the bird that flew into your window, the sound forcing a shriek from your lungs.
You saw him in crowds, glimmers of bright blue watching you then disappearing once you looked.
Then there were the dreams. Those eyes taunting you, long fingers grazing your skin, his laugh ringing loud in your ears. Youâd wake breathless and with a chill despite your thick coverlet. You started to notice a depression in the bed when you woke, as if someone were laying with you. It left a confusing ache in your heart, as if you were disappointed to wake up.
After a month you found little gifts, the first a flat golden band engraved with flowers settled in a black box on the pillow of your bed. You frowned at it, running the ring between your fingers. It was cold, seemingly unable to be brought to temperature in your hands. Something brought you to slip it on, it fit perfectly to the ring finger of your left hand. You could slip it off, but you found yourself leaving it on, a smile coming to your lips when it caught the light.
You found books of poetry on your bookshelf, tied together with black ribbon, inscribed with your name. It unsettled you but you found yourself pouring over each little volume, the words inside making your heart race.
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He couldn't stop himself from finding his way to you. Each time he had a moment to spare, even just a minute, he'd come near you- as near as he'd allow himself, watching you with a burning curiosity.
He grew to know you so well, his observations allowing him insight into what made you laugh, cry, or furrow your brows in disappointment or confusion. He watched as you read novels, spoke with others, so animated you easily lit up the room. He saw you alone at night, happy in your own company as you quietly brought out your truest self. He grew to know you by heart.
He watched from the street as you read the latest anthology he left you. He couldnât stop the smile from spreading on his lips as your eyes lightly closed, the book falling flat against your chest. The ring- his ring glinted in the low light of your apartment.
He slipped inside, his coat falling off his shoulders as he pulled the book from your fingertips and set it on the table, placing beside it a bouquet of dried lavender. He brushed his fingers along your cheekbone, marvelling at the warmth there.
He laid beside you, watching as you slept soundly, your breath even. He traced his fingers down the warm skin of your arm and you roused a little before settling back into your sheets, smiling as you released a content little hum as if you were pleased he was there. He held onto your fingers lightly, your dreams flashing before his eyes.
He couldnât help but grin as he saw himself flash within your mind, your pulse elevated. âIâm here,â he whispered to you, his form materialising to hold you tight in your dream. You whimpered in your sleep, your thighs brushing together lightly.
In your mind he held you against him, peppering your neck with kisses, his hands tracing lazy circles over your bare skin. You whined and moved against him. âShall I stop?â His phantom form whispered to yours, and you shook your head.
âPlease,â you breathed in your sleep, shifting over the covers.
His dream self slid his hand lower, brushing over your folds and you whined, your hips moving to meet his fingers. He teased you, nipping at your neck as his fingers continued to lightly touch you, cooing gently in your ear. He watched as your mind and body came undone in your sleep, your moans catching in your throat.
Soon, he told himself. He wouldnât allow you to slip from his fingers with the passing of time. He needed to take you for his own. Soon.
Letting go of your fingers, he bent forward to press a kiss against your forehead. âUntil we meet again, love.â
He stood and slid on his coat, leaving you peacefully asleep.
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The day had started the same as any other.
Spring had come, the rain unforgiving in the grey air. You made your way home from work, walking quickly under your umbrella.
You climbed the stairs of your apartment, and opened the door, the grim light outside illuminating it dully. You took off your coat and set your umbrella by the door, walking further inside when you gasped, the outline of a man dark against your window.
You were frozen in fear, your mind running a mile a minute.
âDarling,â he spoke, that low, deep voice so familiar. He stepped forward and you could see the glint of his bright blue eyes even in the dim room.
âYou,â you took a step back, âwhat- what are you doing here?â Your voice shook as you spoke.
âIâve come to present you with an opportunity,â he smiled, stepping forward once more. His thin lips curved upwards at the edges, his high cheekbones still pronounced.
You took two more steps back only to be met with the wall behind you. âAre you- am I dying?â You whispered, afraid of his answer.
He laughed, shaking his head. âNo, pet.â He came closer to you, the chill emanating off of his body in waves. Every fibre of your being told you to get away, to run from him, but you couldnât bring yourself to move. He watched you curiously, his fingertips brushing your jaw. He gave you a grin. âDo you want to cheat death?â
You held in a whimper at the feel of his fingers on your skin. They were cool but electric, eliciting heat from your body. You suddenly felt as if it were too warm, too stuffy in your small apartment. You did your best to push away the feeling, forcing yourself to focus on his question. âWhat do you mean?â
âNot many can see me as you do. And even fewer,â he grasped your hand, his fingers cold, âcan touch me.â He tilted his head, âyouâre a rarity, darling.â He rubbed his thumb over the ring on your finger, his eyes flickering back up to yours. âIt looks lovely on you. I knew it would.â
You swallowed, your eyes falling on the little stack of novels heâd gifted you. You felt his hand come to slip around your waist and let out a shaky breath. You could feel your body responding to him, the damp warm heat growing between your legs.
âCome with me. Iâll show you things youâve never imagined. All the secrets your scholars and religious zealots have debated for centuries. Youâll know everything and so much more.â His grip tightened around your waist.
Your brow furrowed. His proposal made you nervous, almost too good to be true.
âIâd never lie to you.â He spoke, his face serious.
Your brow furrowed. You wondered passively if he could hear your thoughts.
He kept silent, watching you intently.
âWould I die?â You asked timidly.
âNot until youâre meant to.â
âWould I have toâŠâ you trailed off, hoping heâd understand.
âNothing you wouldnât want to, darling.â
You bit your lip, considering what was tying you here. You thought of your distant family and friends whom you hadnât talked to in months. You looked around the tiny room that passed as your apartment, the busy street below and shouting neighbours forever intruding in your space. You looked back to the man- the entity before you and your heart raced. âIâll go with you.â
He smiled wide at you. âWonderful, darling.â
You gave him a small smile back.
âNow. Iâm afraid to carry on Iâll need a little something from you.â
Your eyes widened, worried he may ask you for your literal beating heart.
You saw the corners of his mouth quirk upwards slightly before he spoke. âDo not fear. All I need is a kiss.â
âA kiss?â You asked, incredulous.
He nodded. âA kiss from death himself,â he smirked.
âI, I donât know.â You felt suddenly unsure, nerves overtaking you.
âBreathe.â His hand slid into your own, his fingers touching the golden band you wore as if to remind you. He came forward to hold his lips against your ear, eliciting a shiver from you. âI know youâve thought about it, donât lie to me.â His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his breath cool as he spoke.
You let out a shaky puff of air as he came back to face you. You bent closer, holding his gaze, your eyes falling closed as you felt your lips press against his. One touch of his lips and you lost yourself, pressing up against him eagerly, his tongue slipping against yours. It was so familiar, his touch, his kiss, exactly as he felt in your dreams. Even his scent was familiar, deep with a hint of a something sharp and cold.
He eventually pulled away, his eyes watching you, a dark fire burning behind his gaze.
The sound of your breath filled the room. âIâm sorry,â you said, breathless.
âNever apologise, not for that.â He tilted his head curiously, his eyes narrowing. âDo you not know how I feel for you, pet?â
You swallowed hard, shaking your head.
He lifted his chin, his eyes running down your form. âI see. In that case, let me show you exactly how I feel.â He said it with a bit of a growl, his voice low.
You let out a little yelp as he moved to pull you along with him before laying you down on your bed.
He pushed his long coat off his shoulders, the black fabric falling to the floor before he crawled over you, one leg settling between yours, his hair hanging down over his face as he held himself over you.
Emboldened, you reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. His eyes closed lightly at your touch, dark eyelashes touching his pale cheek.
âWhatâs your name?â You asked, your eyes searching his features.
He smirked. âDeath carries no name, pet.â He brought himself down, pressing his lips against yours, in a searing kiss.
He shifted the leg between your own so it pushed against you, the feeling too much and not enough at once. His hand came to grip your hip, guiding it to move up against him and you let out a whimper at the slow heat building between your legs.
He moved to kiss your throat, his cool lips pressing against your skin. You felt his hand drift lower, coming between you to pull up the hem of your skirt. He pushed your leg over a little, his fingers brushing against the material of your panties. You gasped, arching your chest up into his, so firm against you.
âOh darling,â he spoke into your ear, his voice low. âYou need it badly, donât you?â
You whined, his fingers slipping under the fabric covering your heat. He delicately ran one finger between your folds and your hips shifted, your hands gripping the coverlet under you.
He chuckled, the wetness between your legs obvious. He came back to face you, holding his lips inches from yours, capturing your shaky breaths. He lightly teased your clit, his fingertip rubbing against it in slow, grazing circles. He licked against your bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth as his pressure built. You moaned into his mouth, your hand coming to grasp the bicep of the arm toying with you. He felt so cold, so hard under your hands, almost as if he were chiseled from stone.
He pulled away to watch you as he slowly inserted his finger into you, the slick around his skin easily allowing him entrance. His touch was quickly warmed by your heat.
âThatâs it, pet.â He spoke, his lids heavy as he watched you. âOpen for me, my lovely girl.â He added another finger, stretching you a little, your legs parting as you submit to his movements.
It felt almost too good, the sound of your breath filling the room. âPlease,â you whispered, unsure of what you were pleading for.
He dipped to kiss your neck, his teeth marring your skin. He curled his fingers in the slightest and you moaned, the sensation causing you to hold still.
âCome on, darling,â he spoke against your ear, his thumb coming to lightly tap against your clit. Your grip on his arm had tightened, your breath caught in your lungs. He was stroking you more firmly, your hips rising off the bed. âTake what you need from me.â He sucked at the skin just under your ear and you cried out, the sensation causing that cord within you to snap, pleasure overtaking you in waves.
You eventually opened your eyes, finding death staring down at you, a grin pulling at his lips. His fingers were gone from you, now resting on your hip.
You gave him a lazy smile, your thoughts slow. You gently pushed your hips against him, watching his brow furrow, his expression falling. All you felt was a need for him, your earlier apprehension gone. âPlease,â you spoke, your eyes lost in his. âI need you, please.â
âAre you certain?â He asked, his gaze searching yours.
âYes,â it no longer mattered who, or what he was. Youâd never felt such desire before, your heart warm, your body almost vibrating with it.
He sat back and pulled you up, helping you undress, his touch gentle against you. He laid you back against the bedding and his eyes ran along your form, taking you in. âSuch a lovely creature,â he spoke, his hands coming to the buttons of his shirt, revealing a pale chest with corded muscle throughout.
You swallowed hard at the sight of him and he came back over you, pushing your legs apart to kneel between them. He bent to kiss your collarbone, moving lower to your breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple. You gasped and he repeated his actions on the other side, leaving your skin cool to the air as he sat back.
He undid his trousers, his length hard in his hand. He glanced up to you as he ran his length through your folds, causing you to inhale sharply.
He felt so soft against your heat, the cool of him quickly warming with your touch. âAre you ready?â He spoke with a hint of a rasp, the tone sending another wave of heat through you.
âPlease,â you breathed, your hips angling out to push him further against you.
His brow furrowed and he remained still for a moment before slowly pushing himself in, carefully watching you. He stretched you slowly, eventually coming to rest once he was fully within you. You could feel the cool of his skin warm against you, your muscles relaxing to accommodate him. His eyes were dark, his jaw sharp as he looked down at you, his eyes closing briefly when you felt yourself flutter around him.
You moved your hips slightly, pleading silently for him to move.
He ran his hands from your hips down to your thighs then gave a slow thrust. The angle hit that spot heâd touched within you earlier, and as he built a steady rhythm your hands desperately grasped his, your breath unsteady.
He shook his head at you as he moved, âyouâre going to burn me up, pet. You feel,â he let out a groan, âdivine.â
He brought a hand above your sex, his thumb coming down to brush against your clit. You moaned, your back arching up off the bed, seemingly presenting him with a deeper angle that made your eyes roll back inside your head. âItâs too much, I canât- I canât take it,â you stuttered, the rising pleasure continuing to build. You felt exposed to him, vulnerable, as you took his thrusts, every part of him overwhelming you.
âHush, pet. Iâve got you,â he spoke, moving to lay on top of you, his lips softly kissing your neck. âYou can take it, darling. Iâm right here with you,â he moved up to kiss that spot behind your ear and you let out a breathy whine. âDonât overthink it, just feel.â
You closed your eyes, letting out a breath as you focused on him. You felt yourself melt a little into the mattress, the warmth between your legs spreading as it continued to build.
âThatâs it,â he spoke against your ear, âgood girl. Feel it,â he let out a hiss as you started to meet his thrusts, âoh, such a good little pet.â
You could feel the same tightening within you, the pleasure rising. âThere you go darling,â he sounded pleased, âcum for me, my pretty girl.â He leant up to watch you, his thumb pushing a little harder into your clit.
It took three more thrusts before your hips held still, your cries ringing out in the silent room. He didnât stop playing with you until he came, drawing out your pleasure to end with his. Your walls fluttered around him as his length twitched, spilling deep inside of you.
You swallowed, your lips dry as you looked to him, still holding himself above you. His eyes were so full of awe, you could almost mistake it as love.
He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your forehead before pulling out of you. You could feel his seed dribble down the inside of your thigh and you shivered, a smile coming to your lips. You felt happy, happier with your choice, a small knot of nerves in the pit of your stomach.
âLovely girl,â he said as he pressed a warm washcloth between your legs, carefully cleaning your skin before his own.
You stood to dress, picking the various bits of your clothing up off of the floor. He slid his shirt on over his shoulders, his eyes glued to you, still burning with something behind the brilliant blue
âAre you ready?â He asked, holding his hand out for you, his long coat slung over the other.
You took a moment to look around, wondering if there was anything you wanted to take. Suddenly remembering, you walked over to the small stack of poetry and held it in one arm.
His eyes sparkled in the grey light as he stepped closer to hold you, his hand brushing lightly against the skin of your cheekbone.
âLoki.â
Your brow furrowed.
He smiled, âmy name. One of them at least.â
You bit your lip and grinned. âLoki,â you repeated, testing the name on your tongue. âIâm think Iâm ready to go, Loki.â
âOf course, darling.â He turned and slid his hand in yours, opening a glowing green oval before him. âKeep close to me. Donât let go of my hand until weâre there.â
Your heart beat fast and you gripped his hand harder, suddenly afraid of the unknown facing you.
He kissed your cheek lightly. âDo not fear, darling. I have you now,â he nodded at you. âIâll always keep you safe.â
With that the two of you stepped into the green light, quickly slipping head first into the unknown.
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Author's Note: What do we think of death!Loki? I feel like the job would only ever be given to him as punishment...
In any case, that's a wrap on my first follower celebration!! I may post something for that sub!Loki fic in the near future, but otherwise this challenge is complete. Thank you all so much for submitting such fun requests, I love you all immensely! đ€đ€đ€
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Madara Uchiha NSFW Alphabet
I'm a little more confident with the characterisation in this alphabet! However, I probably should mention that it was written with the assumption of it taking place with warring states era Madara but if you want to imagine it being wrinkly Madara, you do you.
No warnings for this one but I'm really sorry for taking so long with writing it, a combination of work and anxiety has kept me quite busy. Plus, with Buzzfeed Unsolved ending, I decided to binge watch all the old videos and Q+A's which took me longer than I was expecting.
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) He...could be better. He has a bad habit of assuming that since he is capable of finishing a intense session of sex just to spar with Izuna straight afterwards, that everyone else is the same.
If you are the type of person who wants to cuddle and have some non-sexual intimacy, he doesn't really understand why but he can persuaded into it. After a handful of times, even if he doesn't need it, he can admit that it is kind of nice to relax with you in his arms and will likely start doing it without being asked.
B = Body Part (their favourite body part on themselves and on their partner) His hair. Not the appearance of it, especially since he isn't the best at remembering to brush it but rather that it's a testament to his strength. Long hair is like some sort of taunt or invitation for a enemy to grab it, it's dangerous but nobody has managed to grasp Madara Uchiha's hair and he refuses to cut it until that happens.
He loves your eyes and how expressive they are, unsurprisingly eye contact is important to him and he couldn't help but fall in love with you more each time he got to see the way they twinkle when you are feeling mischievous or how they darken in concentration when you are sparring against him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum) He likes to make a little bit of a mess, so if you are okay with it, he loves painting your skin with his seed and watching it drip out of your hole just to work it back in with his fingers.Â
His cum is thin and watery, mainly due to his diet and how often he orgasms.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) It's not something he wishes to make a reality but he has occasionally fantasised about having a threesome with you and Hashirama. His relationship with Hashirama is hard to explain and he simultaneously wants to share you with him and make sure he never interacts with you at the same time.
E = Experience (how sexually experienced are they) He's surprisingly not very experienced, he has had sex but only a couple times. He wanted to savour those moments with somebody he truly loved but he also didn't want to completely embarrass himself, so he made sure he was competent enough that he wouldn't disappoint his spouse but that's it.
F = Favourite Position (do they have a preference in positions) He doesn't have a favourite, as long as it feels good then it's likely he will be using that position again. He is pretty adventurous with positions though and does like to try new ones, especially if they require a decent amount of strength or flexibility.Â
G = Goofy (are they serious, goofy, playful and etc in the moment) He always aims to be serious but he can't stop himself from laughing and teasing you if your body makes a weird noise or something. He can get a little moody though, so while you do occasionally have playful sex, it's not something that happens all the time.Â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they) He, almost proudly, has a bush that is supposedly only present because he 'doesn't have time' to take care of it and 'it helps keep him warm' but you know better. He thinks it's only natural for a man to have lots of hair and although he can be reluctantly convinced to trim it, it will damage his pride a little.
I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment) He's not typically the most romantic man but during sex is one of the only times he is comfortable voicing his feelings and emotions without any of his usual pride and bravado getting in the way. Even if he is being incredibly rough and/or dominating, he can't help but let some of his tenderness seep into his words and actions.
J = Jack Off (how often do they masturbate) Not very often, it wasn't something he did a lot of before he met you but now that he has gotten used to your tight hole, his hand just doesn't compare.Â
K = Kink (some of their kinks) Strength. He respects strength more than anything, both physical strength and strength of character but if you manage to surprise him with a new attack or jutsu while sparring, he will absolutely want to fuck afterwards.
Dry Humping. More often than not, one of you ends up pinned on the training ground floor and Madara just can't help himself from grinding into you. The adrenaline fuelled arousal mixed with the frustration of wanting more than just friction is just as exhilarating as the spar itself.
Marks. He's a possessive man, seeing the glimpses of love bites and hand prints that he has left on your skin fills him with smug satisfaction. He will also wear any of your marks with pride, it's nice to physical and visual reminders of your love, even if Izuna teases him like crazy if he notices them.
L = Location (favourite places to have sex) He doesn't really care, privacy isn't important or necessary to him. If you both get caught, he is proud of showing how good he's making his spouse feel and is more than intimidating enough to stop whoever caught you both from spreading any kind of rumours or gossip.
M = Motivation (what turns them on) He is utterly unashamed of how easy it is for him to get hard, thankfully his armour often covers it but his clan members are used to him groping you or pulling you into another room, even if you are mid conversation.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) Despite having a tendency to grope you no matter where you are or who you are talking to, he can get jealous easily and is quick to anger, so not only would he be unwilling to share you but he would also very likely take his anger out on the other person involved. No threesomes, gangbangs or cuckholding.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving and how skilled they are) He loves giving oral, especially if you sit on his face and make a huge mess. He likes making you feel so good that you are crying and begging him to stop but he also sees it as some kind of competition, proof that he can make you feel better than any other man could.
He also loves to receive but isn't the best at controlling himself, so unless you are okay with getting face fucked, you will likely have to hold him down.Â
P = Pace (are they fast, slow, gentle and etc in the moment) His natural pace is fast and hard, a constant pounding rhythm with his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He isn't opposed to a slower, more sensual pace but it was definitely something he struggled with in the beginning of your relationship.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies and how often they have them) He loves quickies, he often has intentions of taking it slow but gets easily caught up in the intensity and works himself into a frenzy. Besides, the quicker you both cum, the quicker you can have a second round right?
R = Risk (are they willing to experiment or take risks) He unintentionally takes a lot of risks, a mixture of his impulsive and competitive nature means that he will often try new things or manhandle you into new positions. He doesn't really consider them risks though, he sees it more like if something can be done to enhance your sex life, why feel bad or embarrassed about something that makes you feel good.
S = Stamina (how long do they last and can they go more than once) He cums quite fast, partially because of his fondness for quickies but also because of how overwhelming your everything is to him. Luckily, his recovery time is also very quick and can usually cum another 1-2 times before he gets too sensitive and needs to stop.
T = Toys (do like to use toys on themselves or their partner) N/A
U = Unfair (do they like to tease) He loves to tease, to hear your impatient begging and to see your eyes well up with tears. He doesn't really have the stamina to tease you too much during sex but will almost always edge and overstimulate you while going down on you.
V = Volume (how loud are they and what kind of sounds do they make) He isn't particularly loud, with grunts and occasional deep breathy moans being the only sounds that he makes. He is quite talkative though and will mutter the filthiest of phrases with a cocky smirk on his face.Â
W = Wild Card (a random headcanon) He's a switch. Despite his status and personality leading others to assume he is always controlling and dominating, he ultimately appreciates those who are strong and has enough self awareness to know he is currently one of the most powerful men alive, so the person he chose as his spouse must be worthy of his respect and admiration.
X = X-Ray (how their bodies and privates are shaped) His body is brawny but surprisingly slim, a combination of his fast metabolism and active lifestyle means that he tends to burn more calories than what he eats.
His dick is average in length but thick with prominent and bulging veins spread throughout. 5.1 inches in length and 6 inches in girth.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive) His libido isn't as high as you would expect, only masturbating once a week or so. He used to be happy with using his pent up energy in other ways but since being with you, he doesn't really know what happened but he's down to fuck, anytime.
Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards) Sex doesn't really tire him out, he is a active person and his daily life reflects that. He will cuddle with you until you fall asleep, finding the relaxed atmosphere kind of nice but he will almost certainly get up afterwards to train or perform his duties as clan heir.
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Uhh hi
Could you do just phone sex with billy lenz but with a male reader? And like showing both povs
Sorry if that too much
Itâs not too much! I love this prompt đ I love writing Billyâs POV too, itâs fun!
This ended up way longer than I intended but I had a lot of fun with it! Enjoy :3c
Billy Lenz x male Reader
Warnings: voyeurism, crude language (itâs Billy Lenz after all). Reader is male, and itâs written vague enough to be trans inclusive. (Well, it works for me, but YMMV. Words like cock, hole, etc are used) 18+ Only
Things were tense lately - you were having an awful time at work, and it didnât help that people were always rude about your workâs mask policy. You just couldnât understand how someone would complain about having to wear a piece of cloth in the five minutes it took to order donuts, especially to you, who obviously had to wear one all day and stay on your feet the whole time.
It was stupid. People are stupid. You were just glad to get back to your apartment and lay down for a while. It was a little lonely, just you and the plants since your roommate was out to visit his girlfriendâs family. Not that youâd missed seeing him every day in quarantine.
No, you kind of appreciated the privacy. Today you were frustrated and couldnât think of anything that sounded better than getting off. So you watered the plants, grabbed yourself a drink, and loaded up a video you bought recently.
You started off slow, rubbing yourself through your clothes as the guys started making out on the screen - the big screen, since you finally felt comfortable watching porn on your laptop. As things started to escalate, you undid your pants, finally stroking your cock directly. But, like all things today, some stranger decided to interrupt you.
The phone rang down the hall and you almost let it ring, but you remembered your friend was expecting a call from a place heâd applied to, so you had to answer it anyway. Ugh. You rinsed your hand quickly and picked it up.
âHello?â
The line was silent, save for some heavy breathing. God, not this guy again... You werenât sure who the mystery caller was, but heâd grown on you. First you thought it was your roommateâs friend Peter playing a prank on you (even though youâd met him and his girlfriend Jess, and they seemed serious, despite how out of his league she was). You didnât know, straight men are weird.
But Peter denied it when you had your roommate ask him, so... And besides, how many straight men call their male acquaintances to proposition them for sex?
At this point, it was tempting - you didnât have time to meet people since the lockdown began, and your roommate was out...
The man kept breathing, once in a while making a strangled noise like he was trying not to laugh.
âAre you gonna get to the point already?â you asked him.
He laughed. âYou want my cock, you pig? Fuck - fucking whore wants my fat fucking cock, filling up his tight ass?â
âOh, quit projecting on me,â you teased. âI bet youâd want me to fuck your ass, donât you?â
He was speechless for a second, and you heard something that could be him swallowing hard over the phone. His response was barely audible. âMaybe. Y- yeah.â
You smirked, you didnât know if that would work. âYeah, if I were there you know what Iâd do?â
He took a shaky breath. âWhat?â
âIâd bend you over for me, yeah,â you said, voice low. You couldnât believe you were actually doing this, but you brought the phone into your room, laying back on the bed, your hand back to stroke yourself through your pants. âIf - if youâre wearing pants Iâd rip them off, I donât fucking care. Iâd spread your cheeks and eat your ass.â
You thought back to something he said on a previous call. âYou like tongue fucking, huh?â The only response you got was his breathing getting harder, the sounds of skin slapping against skin on the other end. Hook, line, and sinker.
âIâd fuck you on my tongue, fill you up with it, so youâre ready to take my fingers,â you continue. There was a strangled moan on the other end. âStart you off with one, I bet youâd want another just as fast. Youâd beg for it, huh?â
âFuck me,â he rasped.
âSomeoneâs a needy little... pig, huh?â you asked. He made a noise like he was choking, almost, which made you nervous for a second. But he seemed fine by the way he kept at it. Only thing that was being choked was his chicken on the other end of the line, you were sure. âWhat do you have to say to that?â
Click.
The only answer you got was a dial tone. That dick hung up on you!
Well, shit, you were already there, you may as well... You put the phone down and laid back, stroking your cock again. You had no idea what that guy looked like, but the sound of him moaning and touching himself over the phone was more than enough to get you off...
The rest of the day passed normally. Unsurprisingly, you got a good nightâs sleep after that.
After another grueling day at the workplace, you got back to your apartment. Your roommate wasnât there, but you saw that he left you a note on the counter explaining he was going to see his girlfriend again. That was fine by you, you... wouldnât admit it, but you were maybe hoping for another call.
What you didnât expect was how soon it would happen.
â
Billy watched the man walking up to the apartment complex, and slowly made his way to where heâd been staying. There was a surprisingly large storage room that had decent phone reception, and it was easy to steal from the buildingâs laundry room bit by bit if you knew what you were doing...
He waited and listened, drumming his fingers on his thighs. If he was quiet enough, he could just hear the sound of you unlocking and closing the door behind you. Click. Locked again.
Billy flipped open his phone and checked the time. 4:45. Okay, heâd give you maybe 7 minutes to get comfortable before he called. He flipped the phone closed, and grabbed something to occupy himself. It just was a broken Rubikâs cube he swiped from someone who visited a few weeks ago, but it was enough to keep him from getting tempted and getting to the main event before he even got you on the line with him. Well, that and to keep him from agonizing over it. Heâd never had someone take over like that with him... he had plenty of people tell him to fuck himself, sure, but none so far that had told him theyâd fuck him themselves.
None like you.
Eventually he gave up trying to solve it for real and just broke the pieces off, assembling it in the right colors. 4:55. Time enough for you.
He picked up the phone, leaning back on the wall, and dialed your number. Waiting for you to pick up, he fidgeted with his fly and undid his pants.
âHello?â came your voice on the other end.
âIâve been thinking about you, what you said,â he started up, groping his hardening cock.âHow about I return the favor and fuck your tight fucking hole?â
Your voice was like honey to him. âOh? Tell me about it, piggy.â
He gritted his teeth, grabbing his cock harder than he meant to. âYouâre the pig, you- you took Billyâs call, you whore.â
âFine by me,â you said, cool as a cucumber. âTell me about it, Billy. If thatâs your name.â
Billy bit his lip, doing his best to get his cock out with one hand. âWanna - I wanna shove you against a wall, Turn you around, cover your mouth so your fucking roommate canât hear you moaning for me. Grope your thighs, pull your goddamn hair, how about that?â
âSounds good, but you know what really gets me going?â you asked. âI want you to bite me. Can you do that for me, Billy?â
âYes,â he replied instantly. âBite you so hard I leave fucking marks for fucking days. Theyâll know youâre mine, mine, mine.â God, he was hard, his cock was leaking already, and he just used it to lube his hand as he stroked harder and faster.
âOh? Why donât you make me yours then? You wanna come in me?â
âOf course,â he replied, barely letting you finish. âIâm gonna fuck your tight little hole so hard you canât fucking walk for days, everyoneâs gonna hear you moan for me so hard, like a whore, Billyâs whore. Yes, Iâm gonna fuck you sore, fuck you raw, fuck you senseless, come in your greedy fucking hole.â
He was close, he knew it. And for once you didnât have a wise guy response for him! He barked out a laugh and imitated your voice almost perfectly. âWhat do you have to say to that?â
You didnât respond fast enough, and it only made him cackle.
âIâm c-close, Iâm gonna come,â he said. âThink about me flooding your tight little hole, you pig.â
He came, finally, and moaned into the phone for you. He played it up a little, for your benefit of course. He wouldnât admit that was the hardest heâd come in a while.
You were close to follow him, and he sat there, panting, listening to you come down from your peak. He snickered. âGood piggy.â
âSame time tomorrow?â you asked, half joking.
âYes,â he said instantly. âIâll meet you, how about that?â
âFuck yes, please,â you said. âWait, how would you know where to meet me?â
Click.
Despite his abruptness, Billy was nothing if not a man of his word. Of course, you wouldnât find that out until tomorrow...
#nasty attic originals#billy lenz x reader#slasher x male reader#lemon#nsft#any chance i get to trash peter in a black christmas fanfic is a chance i take#don't worry let's say attic man is vaccinated
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omg professor... what are you doing?!?!?! [pjm]
âź summary: park jimin is the hottest, most popular guy at school. the only catch? he also just so happens to be your teacher.
âź pairing: park jimin x reader, mentions of jaebum x reader
âź genre: smut, university!au, pwp
âź word count: 12.8k
âź rating: 18+, nsfw
âź warnings: hard dom!jimin x bratty-ish sub!y/n, professor!jimin x university student! y/n (heâs 27-28 ish and sheâs 21-22), fuckboy!jaebum, pussy eating, fingering, thigh riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk (carries the whole fic tbh), degradation, edging, dumbification, impact play (pussy + ass spanking), manhandling, humiliation, exhibitionism, creampie, teasing, praise, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, crying, kissing/making out, jiminâs a meanie but y/n likes it (aka i go ham on the degradation and edging you have been warned), aftercare (like 500 words of it :P)
âź a/n: this took too long to come out and has literally been sitting in my drafts since august but here it is! writing this was definitely a rollercoaster because this was my first smut and honestly i felt like it was really bad at times but other times i was like wtf this is so hot,, ANYWAYS, iâm glad that iâm posting it and getting over that fear of imperfection. i hope that you guys enjoy this piece :). i would also like to add that please donât hook up with your teachers⊠if you do, thatâs on you i take no responsibility for that whatsoever lol. excuse the title i literally have no idea what to change it to but i like it the way it is tbh LMFAOOO OK IâLL STOP RAMBLING NOW BYEEE ILY ALL
University has never been when youâve expected. When you first graduated high school and came here, you expected your late teenage years to be filled with just as much studying as high school combined with only a few parties here and there. You didnât expect to make as many friends as you did and certainly did not expect to be known as the girl with the high grades and even higher alcohol tolerance. No longer are you the shy Y/N L/N that walked through the entrance gates on the first day of school; youâve changed a lot.
It was a surprise to you. With academics taking precedence much of your life, the freedom university provided you with was welcomed - perhaps a little too much. You quickly learned that polar bear shots were great to keep you in a good mood at parties and that eating mangoes before smoking gave you a better high. And, you also learned about sex.
Admittedly, the first time you had a hookup, it was awkward and messy (at least for you⊠it was a guy, what else were you expecting?) but with more practice, you were able to get the hang of it. Youâve found your tastes and now willingly talk about who catches your eye to your best friends, something you never thought youâd do last year.Â
Speaking of who catches your eye, as of now itâs Park Jimin. A really hot guy, according to your friends, and according to you, an even better voice. When you first walked into your Applications of Economics class, you nearly spit out your Starbucks drink after you saw the astonishingly handsome man with silky black hair in a dress shirt and tie. Surprisingly formal for a university student, you thought, but you werenât one to talk, considering your current outfit of business casual.
Only, he wasnât a student. He was your teacher. You shouldâve put the pieces together earlier but you didnât. Let's just say a Coconut Lime Refresher is good for hangovers, and you needed one desperately (basically, you were drunk as hell the night before and were still in the process of recovering). It certainly didnât take long before all of campus was talking about the new economics professor who was hotter than hell. Girls (and some guys) immediately tried transferring into his class, one of them being your best friend Lisa, just to get a glimpse of how attractive he was. You remember a couple of girls offering you literal cash to transfer out, but you didnât.
A good call, thinking about it now. Youâve gotten closer with Mr. Park, although itâs nothing too special yet, the two of you are on good terms and have even hugged before (you still get giddy thinking about it). Y/N from 2 years ago would be screaming her head off at how bold youâve gotten, but now, you canât bring yourself to care. Park Jimin is a hot guy, and youâre pretty hot too (if you must admit), so it would only be logical if the two of you could hook up. Unsurprisingly, youâve lost your shame, nothing but thoughts of your teacher filling your mind in your spare time.Â
So here you are, another day of university, as monotonous as ever. The only highlight of your day will be the morning, where you have a class with Mr. Park. You've started changing your style a bit recently, opting for more, letâs just leave it at provocative outfits. Walking into the room, you take your usual seat in the front, closest to Mr. Parkâs desk.Â
The class progresses like it normally does, starting with a review of the work from the last class and a discussion about the new material. "Iâm going to give you guys this last half hour of class to review the material individually if you want or you can leave early, I donât mind. I know it's a Friday so thereâs gonna be some parties around campus, if you want to prepare yourselves for that then go ahead." Your professor glances around the room, smirking at you when mentioning the parties. You flush and look away, biting your lower lip.Â
You make the decision to stay in the classroom while the majority of the other students file out of the room. "I'll be available for any questions," Jimin calls out, returning to his desk across from you.
Sticking to your reputation, you get a head start on the assignment and easily work through the homework. Surprisingly, you forget about Jimin for the time being, focused on finishing your assignment so that you have as little work as possible to do after classes. You donât notice your teacher looking at you, admiring the way you put so much effort into the things youâre passionate about. Hearing a student call his name, he gets up to help him.Â
Surprisingly, Mr. Park has assigned a disturbingly low amount of homework, probably because of the upcoming weekend and maybe a pop quiz later next week (ugh). Youâve finished your work in a mere twenty minutes and are surprised to find that Jimin is not at his desk when you look up from your laptop. You turn around, looking for him, and see that heâs helping another student. Whipping out your phone, you text your best friend Lisa (who just so conveniently, also thirsts over Jimin the same way you do).
to lisa: hey i finished classwork for mr park and have like 10 minutes of free time now lol
Instantly, she responds as if she wasnât in class. Then again, she has never been one to pay too much attention to her professors.Â
from lisa: ayo talk to himÂ
from lisa: also save me from bio i literally cannot
Smiling slightly, you respond to her.
to lisa: i WOULD but heâs helping other students
from lisa: then be like "m- mister park, i- need help please" and use puppy eyesÂ
to lisa: LMFAOO PLEASE heâd be like whats wrong with you since when did you struggle in this class
to lisa: but i mean, anything to hear him talk i guessÂ
from lisa: god i'm so jealous you have him early so you can hear his morning voice it must be hot asf
to lisa: it is omg
from lisa: god what if he moans like that it'd be such a turn on
to lisa: dUDE STOP NO the way this is literally true like if he has a good sip of coffee or a pastry he likes hes gonna go all "mmmm I wish you could try this" pls its so fking hot
to lisa: like SIR I WANNA TRY YOU or you to try me no complaints
from lisa: wtf he finishes his breakfast before my class so i can't even hear it tf I hate it here
to lisa: u have him right after my block bro at leAST you have himÂ
to lisa: what ab the people who don't even have him
from lisa: idk what i'd do honestly. imagine not having a literal sex god teaching you every day i pity those who dont
Youâre about to type out a response when a smooth voice sounds out from behind you, "alright guys, youâre good to go. Have a good weekend!" You jump in your seat, not realizing that your teacher was helping the student right behind you for the past five minutes.Â
As the rest of the class begins to pack up, you pray that he hasnât seen you talking about your sexual fantasies less than five feet away from him. Mr. Park doesnât say anything, so you must be in the clear, right? Youâre hoping and praying that he didnât find out, but your heart rate is already rising and youâre getting a sick feeling in your stomach. Your gut must be trying to tell you something.
Well, your gutâs telling you that the universe must not be on your side because as soon as you stand up, he says, "Ms. L/N, can you stay a bit after class? I have a few things I want to discuss with you." Cheeks flushing hot, you squeak out a "yes, sir."
When everyone has left and itâs just the two of you left in the room, Jimin pulls up a seat next to his desk. "Sit," he commands, leaning on his desk. You scramble to your feet and walk over, mind buzzing with thoughts. Oh god, what if he tells the administration department? Then youâd definitely be punished and maybe even kicked out of the school. Maybe you could make up a story? Oh, itâs ANOTHER Park Jimin, haha. Definitely NOT my teacher. Even if you did, they could go the rest of the texts between you and Lisa and youâd be screwed. And not to be petty or anything, but being kicked out would mean that you wouldnât be able to be in Jiminâs class anymore and wouldnât be able to see him. Oh, and the bigger problem would be that youâd also be unable to get your degree.
You start internally panicking, heart rate picking up even when your teacher rolls up his sleeves and leans down in front of you. Stop thinking about dirty things FOR ONCE, Y/N, half of you screams, while the other half of you has already started fantasizing about things which shouldnât be thought about, especially with one of the people in the fantasies less than a couple of feet in front of you. With his hands on his thighs, the ones youâve thought about riding far too often, he smirks.
"So, I heard you wanna try me?"
You gulp, absolutely mortified that Jimin caught you. Yes, he was attractive, and you would do practically anything to fuck him, but you didnât expect to be humiliated into admitting it. "Um, no sir! I mean, maybe, but not in the way you think!" you ramble. Shut up, Y/N, part of you screams. Youâre only digging yourself into a deeper hole.
"Yeah, sure. Because I definitely didnât see what you were talking about with your friend. Be honest, Y/N," he says, smirking down at you. "You think about me, don't you? I'm not new to this. I see the way girls like you look at me. I know the way they talk about me when they think I can't hear. I know the way you think. Who would've thought? Little Miss L/N, all prim and proper on the outside, would be so filthy deep down?"
"Sir, I- uh. I-" you stutter out, cheeks burning furiously hot.
"You what? You're not going to try to prove your innocence now, are you? Not when you've gotten this far, hm? Getting to do what youâve wanted after all this time?" he asks, standing up from his desk, and walking over to you, kneeling in front of you so that you were forced to hold eye contact.Â
"You know, nobody else has been as daring as you, my dear," he hums softly. "Sending promiscuous texts about their teacher in the very class they're in. Rubbing their thighs together every time their teacher catches their eye." You shift in your seat, Jimin's words sparking the slightest of fires in your core. "Gazing ever so obviously at said teacherâs dick, too. Y/N, you amaze me. So, so brilliant. yet so, so naughty. You thought that nobody else would catch onto you? Unfortunately, you thought wrong."
"I'm s- sorry sir," you whisper out.
"You're just sorry that you got caught, Y/N. You'll keep doing this even after today," Jimin chuckles lowly. "Possibly even more after today," he adds on, taking note of how his words have affected you. Your pupils are dilated and your cheeks are starting to get flushed. "Such a dirty girl. I'm here trying to scold you, and here you are, getting turned on by my words. Is this why you ask so many questions, doll? To hear my voice?"
You bite your lip in a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness, nodding imperceptibly. The logical, studious side of you is thinking, oh my god, is this really happening? Am I going to fuck my teacher? I really shouldnât be doing this. The relaxed, easygoing side of you (pretty much your horny side) is thinking, finally, itâs happening. Iâm going to FINALLY be fucking Park Jimin.
"What else have you imagined about my voice, hm? How I'd whisper into your ear while pounding into you? Hear me moan as your tight cunt clenches around my dick? Tell you how good you're making me feel? Reminding you how much of a slut you are to fuck your teacher in the middle of his classroom, where anyone could walk in?" he continues, seeing you shift in your seat more. "Would you like that?" he asks.
"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I would," you whisper. You have to consciously clench your thighs together to keep them from spreading at his words.
"Hm, I don't believe you. Try again another time, darling," he sighs, leaning back on his knees, getting ready to stand up. You don't want this, whatever it is, to be over that quickly so you make up your mind. Swallowing your pride and succumbing to the dull throb in your panties, you pout.
"But professor, I really do want you. I want you to make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good. Please," you whine out. "I wanna be thinking about you all the time because you fucked me so well in class. And when my friends talk about wanting to get in your pants, I want to be the only one who already has. Please, Mr. Park. I need you." you breathe out. At this point, the pressure in your core is rising steadily, and only intensifies when you see the way your teacher's eyes are glazed over in lust and eyebrows are furrowed. Your eyes travel down the expanse of his face to his lips, plump and pink. Oh, the number of times you've wished to kiss them, imagined them suckling on your clit. And now that Jimin knows, perhaps it's finally coming true.Â
"You'd like that, hm? God, you're so dirty," Jimin mutters, inching closer to you, cautiously placing a hand on your knee. Your legs instantly part to make room for him in between and he inches forward. "Does dirty talk really turn you on that much, Y/N? I can smell you through your panties," he remarks.
"Mr. Park, please do something," you whimper. And with that, Jimin pulls you over to his desk and sits you on the edge. You spread your legs and he stands in between them. He leans his head closer to you until he's next to your ear.
"Want me to get you off with my words? You seem to like that already and I haven't even tried, doll. Or perhaps," he pauses, bunching up your skirt so that it pools at your waist. "You want me to touch you?"
You nod eagerly, chest heaving in anticipation. "I want both Mr. Park. I want you," you purr salaciously. And with that, your teacher lets out a low growl and presses his lips onto yours harshly. Itâs already bruising, but you just canât get enough of the way he tastes of caramel and coffee and how ridiculously soft his lips are, so you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer. He seems a little put off by how eager you are, but once he hears you sigh in enjoyment, he melts into your eager grasp.Â
His hands start sliding down your waist so that they are resting on your upper thighs, and he rubs comforting circles into them, trailing them closer and closer to your panties. He breaks off from the kiss to look down and smirks back at you before joining his lips to yours with even more fervor and you praise yourself for deciding to wear your lace thong today. You feel his tongue slide against your lips, asking for permission to enter and your mouth immediately complies.Â
The feeling of his hot breath on your lips and thumbs rubbing against the juncture of your thighs has you feeling needy for more. Jimin swirls the tip of his tongue against yours, the filthy action turning you on even more. You moan into his mouth and thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a low groan.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the two of you break apart. Chest heaving up and down, you take note of your teacher's face. His lips are redder and plumper than ever before. His cheeks have the faintest blush on them. His eyes, the ones that crinkle into a happy smile whenever you answer a question correctly in class, are now clouded over with deep lust.
"Get onto all fours. On the desk," Jimin commands, and you immediately comply. Now your ass is facing Jimin and you're very nearly completely exposed to him, save the thong you're wearing.
"God, you're such a slut," Jimin moans out at the sight. "Do you get dressed up like this just so you can get fucked in class? Such a short fucking skirt that I can see whatever you're wearing underneath whenever you bend over, hm? You wanted me to give in to you, doll?" When you nod weakly, he chuckles, "I don't think so."
Arching your back so your ass sticks out even more, you whine, "professor, please fuck me. I'm so fucking horny, please." Jimin cups your pussy from outside your panties and leans over you, "I don't think so, kitten. I'm the one calling the shots here." Your pussy flutters in response and Jimin slaps it lightly, chuckling. The brief stimulation has your cunt clenching around nothing.
He spreads your knees slightly and begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs to the arch of your back. Feeling his breath so close to your core has you getting wetter by the minute in anticipation. He finally hovers over your back, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, muttering, "I'm going to wreck you, Y/N", and you feel yourself clench in excitement.Â
"Then do it," you whisper, and Jimin hooks his fingers around the waistband of your thong and pulls it down, so slow that it's almost painful, exposing your heat to the cool air of the classroom and causing you to shiver in response.Â
You don't see it, but his eyes widen seeing the strings of your slick connecting your pussy to your panties. He takes a look at your core and his mouth starts watering. You're soaking and clenching around nothing, thighs shaking ever so slightly in anticipation.
He flattens his tongue and licks a flat stripe up your pussy, from your clit to your entrance. He pauses to suck some of your juices from it, but your cunt just keeps leaking them out. He runs his tongues through your folds over and over again until you let out a wanton moan.
Encouraged by your reaction, he hooks his arms around the side of your hips, nuzzling closer into your pussy. He laps at your cunt and purposely avoids your clit, only heightening the pressure in your core.
"Mr. Park," you whine out, pushing your hips back. "Please. More," you pant out. Suddenly, Jimin spanks your right ass cheek, rubbing his hand over the fleshy globe soothingly afterward. You let out a little yelp and turn around to catch his eyes.Â
"More what?" he spits out, smiling at you evilly. "My little slut's gotta tell me what she wants. How else would I give it to her?" your mind is foggy, pleasure causing you to lose track of everything other than the man behind you. "W- want you," you garble out, "t- to play with my clit too."Â
"What's the magic word, doll?" Jimin teases, breath fanning over your slit, causing your walls to clench erratically. "Please, Mr. Park," you whine, pushing your cunt closer to his face. He smirks at you, avoiding your advances.Â
"Good girl," he praises before finally positioning himself just barely in front of your clit. You feel him blow cool air onto your slit, but the temperature of it is magnified even more due to how wet you are. You whine out, expressing your displeasure, and Jimin finally indulges you by taking your throbbing button between his plush lips.
"F- fuck, sir, yes! Right there, please," you squeal, back arching even more. Jimin hums, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel yourself growing wetter, your entrance squeezing out more and more of your arousal down to where Jimin's lips are sucking. He momentarily pauses to flatten his tongue out, letting your juices drip onto them and slurping them up eagerly. The obscene noises behind you combined with the low thrum of student life just outside the classroom door mesh together to have you realize where exactly the two of you are doing this.
You glance at the clock, and your eyes widen. "Prof- oh my god, Pr- Professor Park," you moan out, trying to keep your focus. Jimin again hums, making you jolt in pleasure. "I- uh, thereâs only ten minutes until the next block of classes start. I need t- to leave in around five." When Jimin releases from you with a pop, you can feel your slick running down your thighs and some dripping onto his desk. You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of everyone walking in during class to see the mess Jimin made of you on his desk and again squeeze around nothing.
"Well then," Jimin hums lazily, "guess you better cum within five minutes if you want to cum at all." He dives back into your heat, tongue skillfully running through your folds. He cycles between kitten licking and delivering harsh sucks to your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. You grind against his face in desperation to reach your release, and just when you finally feel it hurtling towards you at an alarming rate, suddenly, Jimin gets up.
He leans over you, trailing a hand up your slick-ridden thigh to cup your bare heat and mutters lowly in your ear, "timeâs up." Your heart drops in frustration, and you whine out. Grinding into his palm, you beg for him to touch you once again, knowing nothing but how good he was making you feel just seconds ago. "Mr. P- Park, please. Make me cum," you cry out.
Jimin spanks your pussy, a wet echo sounding through the room. You jolt forward and your cunt leaks out even more of your arousal in response to the combination of pain and pleasure. "I said no," he hisses, "you couldn't cum in time, you don't deserve to cum."Â
"God, look at you, you're a mess. Bent over and spread out so desperately for me. You taste so sweet, doll. So responsive, too," Jimin murmurs, lazily rubbing your slit. He's, once again, avoiding your clit and driving you insane. Your sensitive nub is now swollen and throbbing with need, slick with your arousal.Â
"Has anyone touched you as well as I do, Y/N?" he asks. When you shake your head, he slaps your cunt again, another wet sound echoing through the room. "Words, baby girl," he goads, fingers dancing through your folds.Â
"N- no, sir. they canât make me feel half as good as you did. Iâve al- Iâve always been thinking about having you touch m- my cunt and making me cum really hard. and I- shit Iâm so needy sir, I wanna cum," you garble out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You feel Jiminâs hand leave your pussy, exposing your soaked heat to the cool air of the room. Slowly, he pulls your thong up your thighs and the light touches make you clench in desperation and whine out.
He marvels at the sight of you so fucked out in front of him. The way his top student was falling apart at the slightest touches he gave you. And the words you said. God, to have you say such filthy things in comparison to your gentle demeanor, all because of him, it really did something to him.
Jimin finishes clothing you and presses a kiss to the top of your ass and walks across the room to get some tissues to clean up the mess you made. Still perched on the desk, you watch him needily, thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure from being denied your orgasm. "So I really donât get to cum?" You ask meekly, holding back a sob. "I need to cum, Mr. Park."
He chuckles, "thereâs a difference between need and want, doll. You want to cum, you don't need to cum. But what you do need," he returns to you, leaning down so that his face is right in front of yours, "is to get to your next class." Your face, once eagerly lit up in anticipation, has now fallen in disappointment.
Rolling your eyes, you huff out a "fine" and get off his desk, feeling your arousal make your thighs stick together. Your panties are uncomfortably damp and youâre so wet you can even smell yourself. "Can you make me cum later?" you question Jimin, sliding closer to him and playing with his tie, praying that heâll be the one to make you release instead of having to do it yourself when you get home.
"If you play nice I might. If not, then⊠weâll see," he hums, handing you a tissue to clean yourself up while heading to wipe down his desk. "I have a lunch meeting in the second half of the lunch block, so if you really need me, Iâll be here before then."Â
You grin and nod in excitement. "Cool! so Iâll-" you begin before the first students from the next class start filing in, making you jump. "The door wasnât locked?" you whisper frantically to him. "We could have been caught, Jimin! Are you crazy?!"
He smirks at you, "didnât you say you wanted it that way? Where anyone could walk in? I only did what you asked, doll." Youâre left speechless as he continues. "Anyways, you should be in your next class pretty soon. Iâll write a note to your professor just in case youâre late. But get going, yeah? Iâll see you in time for our meeting." He hands you a slip of paper and straightens up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash can in the corner of the room.Â
"Okay class, weâre going to get started soon. I presume you all did the reading, so just prepare for the discussion weâre going to be having about it when the bell rings," he calls out to the class. Turning to face you, he questions quietly with genuine concern, "you okay? Did I push you too much for our first time?"Â
Your mind swirls with thoughts. Our first time. The words fill you with giddy excitement. Itâs just the two of you that know about this, the dirty things you were doing just minutes ago, very nearly getting caught. Knowing that this wonât be the only moment you guys are doing this, fills you with excitement.
"On the contrary, actually," you tease your teacher with a smile. "It was really nice honestly, but perhaps, you didnât do enough." You bite your lip at the way Jimin's eyes darken and he looks away. "Get to class, Ms. L/N. The bell will ring any minute," he says lowly, jaw slightly clenched. Your core throbs at the sight and you head towards the door.Â
"Goodbye, Mr. Park. Thank you!" you call out, catching sight of Lisa, who raises her eyebrows at you teasingly and mouths text me. Blushing, you nod at her before leaving the room to go to your next class.
Being "one of the smartest students on campus" comes with its perks. Like right now, for example. You always (somehow) come to class overprepared, so when your next teacher gives you a day to work on your project (which you've already finished), you head to the back of the room to text Lisa in private.Â
from lisa: dude wtf was that you were literally talking to Mr. Park outside of ur class time with him
from lisa: omg wait don't tell me you fucked him
from lisa: did you
to lisa: NO I DID NOT OMG I wish tho lmao
to lisa: I was asking him for help on the paper he's assigning us and to proofread it and stuff before I submit it
from lisa: omg I forgot he assigned us that shit
to lisa: dude lmao its due in a week or so you have plenty of time
from lisa: ugh literally he's such a hottie why does he have to be so into teaching
to lisa: sis commitment to something is hot
from lisa: omg ur right wait a sec tho
from lisa: dude
from lisa: omg
from lisa: he definitely has a boner
Knowing that you were likely the cause of it, you shift in your seat cockily, smiling slyly to yourself while looking down.
to lisa: whAT
to lisa: wait how big is it
from lisa: ok I dont think heâs fully hard yet he's like semi hard but barelyÂ
from lisa: LMFAO Y/N don't worry I think heâs packing seems kinda thick too
Taking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. You imagine him slowly sinking into you and making you whimper at his size. Him seeing your face and growling, "if youâre really a good girl, you should be able to take it." You cross your legs tightly and rock up and down in a lame attempt to diminish the rising pressure between your thighs and look back down at your phone.
to lisa: pls thats so hot
from lisa: IKR I want him to r a i l me
to lisa: or eat me out⊠have you sEEN those lips of his wtf
from lisa: on god do not get me started
to lisa: pls i bet heâd be the type to tease you
Oh Lisa, if only you knew the truth behind those words.
from lisa: YES hes lowkey cocky bc he knows like the entire fucking population simps for him
from lisa: heâs def gonna make you beg to cum
to lisa: pls thats hot do not get me riled up in class istg
from lisa: too late i've already started babe ;)
You continue texting Lisa throughout the entirety of your class. Finally, you look at the clock and seeing that there are only a few more minutes till the class ends, you wrap up your conversation with her.
to lisa: hey btw iâm gonna be coming to lunch late⊠save me a seat at our regular spot?
from lisa: when ur best friend is a teachers pet :(( fiNE I guess I will
to lisa: love u!! xx
from lisa: love you too nerd xoxo
The bell finally rings, signaling the start of the lunch break and you immediately stand up and walk out the door, bidding your teacher goodbye and thanks.
Running into the bathroom, you do a quick check of your appearance. You tug up your skirt a bit higher and tuck in your shirt so that your outfit accentuates your curves. You glance at your face and notice how abnormally large your pupils are in comparison to most days. Jimin has completely ruined you today, just like he said he would. I'm going to wreck you, Y/N. His words echo in your ears as you make your way out to his classroom. Trying to ignore how uncomfortably wet your panties are, you knock on the door to his room.Â
You hear a smooth voice answer with a, "come in," and take a deep breath before opening the door to see Jimin sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He scans you up and down, eyes taking in every inch of your figure. "Nice outfit alterations," he notes, patting his laps as a hint for you to sit on it. You quickly lock the door and make your way to him, placing one leg on each side of him so that youâre now straddling his thighs. "Is this all for me?" he asks and you tuck your head down, suddenly shy now that all his attention is on you again.Â
"Mhm, depends on whether you like it or not" you smile timidly, hands reaching out to play with his tie again. He laughs. "Princess, Iâm conflicted. You do look very nice, all dolled up for me like this. Itâd be a shame if I were to ruin your efforts. But on the other hand," he remarks, "youâve very nearly crossed the line for indecent exposure. What if another teacher caught you like this? you would get in trouble, hm? And what if it were a student to see you like this? What would they think of you then?" He questions, causing your cheeks to burn at his words.
"They would think I- that Iâm a whore. I- and that I dress up like this just so I can pass my classes," you whisper out, biting your lips in a combination of excitement and humiliation. You can feel yourself start to throb again and you start to rut against Jiminâs thighs. He shifts you over so that you are sitting on only one and slightly bounces his leg. The stimulation to your neglected cunt sends a shock running through your body and you squeeze your thighs around his.
"Look at you, so fucking desperate to cum. You think that you arenât a little whore already, so needy for me this quickly, hm? Do you really think you deserve to cum?" He hums, admiring the way youâre worked up. He pushes up your skirt and slaps your thigh just underneath your ass. You shift away as a reaction, causing your clit to get the stimulation it finally deserved. The way your underwear rubs against your neglected bundle of nerves causes you to let out a groan and drop your head to Jimin's shoulder. He spanks you this time, making you yelp. "I asked you a question, doll."
"Mmhm, yeah," you whine out, "I deserve t- to cum, sir." At this point, your hips are moving on their own accord, shifting back and forth desperately against Jimin's thigh. He grabs your waist tightly, holding you still. "Look at me," he commands, bouncing his thigh. You mewl into his shoulder, the change in motion making you lose focus. He spanks you again, the sound echoing around the room. "Listen to directions, sweetheart. Or else youâll get punished," he warns.
You lift your head to look at Jimin, faces just inches apart. His eyes scan over your face, lingering on your lips. Slowly, you lean towards him, closing the distance between you two. He gives into your eager kiss and you glide your hands up his firm chest to run your fingers through his hair. He starts bouncing you on his thigh and you groan into his mouth. Breaking apart panting, you place your forehead against Jiminâs, moving your hips back and forth harder to increase the pressure going to your clit.
"God, Y/N, youâre so wet," Jimin pants while looking down at the way your clothed pussy drags over his thigh. "I can feel you soaking through my slacks," he says, shifting you over. just like he said, there is now a wet spot on his thigh from where you just were. Thankfully, itâs barely noticeable, but if you focus enough, you can see it.
"What are you going to do about it, hm? I have classes to teach, meetings to attend. Do you want people to see the mess you made all over me?" He hisses, spanking you to elicit an answer. "N- no, sir. Iâm s- sorry," you whisper out, eyes clenched, still rutting against him. You feel your orgasm bubbling up as every second passes.
"I don't think you're sorry, doll. Look at you making a mess all over me through your panties. You're absolutely soaked, so fucking desperate to cum," he tuts, clenching his thigh muscles purposely. You gasp and shove your head into the crook of Jimin's neck, letting out a low groan.
"Mr. Park, I'm so wet because of you. I- god, I wanna cum. please. I'm so close," you mewl into him, legs starting to tighten around his thigh.
You shut your eyes, feeling your impending orgasm build up. Right when you're about to let go, Jimin holds your hips in place tightly, preventing you from moving. Squeaking out, you make an attempt to shift your pussy over his thighs. It's no use because you can feel it start to drift away slowly and you look at him in need. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you plead, "S- sir I need you to touch me again. Please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jimin smiles cockily, lifting you onto his desk and spreading your legs after stripping you of your panties. You lean back so that you face the ceiling. Your eyes roll back once you feel him take your clit into his mouth. You moan and arch your back off of the desk, thighs involuntarily clenching around his head.Â
"God, Mr. Park, yes! O- oh, fuck, please," you blabber out incoherently, your mind hazy and overwhelmed with pleasure. "More," you whimper out without thinking.
Jimin disconnects from your heat to look up at you, murmuring, "Greedy little slut wants it all, huh? Won't even ask nicely for it. Tell me what you want, Y/N. Beg for it, and I might just give it to you."
"God, I- I want it all, professor," you call out, wiggling your hips in search of stimulation that never comes. "Want you to stuff me with your f- fingers and lick my p- pussy and make me cum. Want you to fuck me r- raw with your fat cock from behind and sp- and spank me. Want you to ma- make me cry from cumming so hard just as much as you have from not letting me cum. A- and I want you to leave hi- hickies on my thighs so that if I bend over, p- people are gonna know how much of a cockslut I am, just for you."
"Yeah? Well, I can tell you this," Jimin says, fingers dancing up your thigh closer to your sick-ridden core. "You are a cockslut. So fucking dirty. Most people come to class to learn but it seems that you come here to get off." He inserts a finger into you and your walls immediately clamp down on it. He moves the digit in and out of you smoothly, your arousal allowing the smoothest of motions. "You like that, baby? Finally having something in that tight cunt of yours?" You nod at his question, adding on "want more, sir."
"Not enough? Greedy little bitch. look at you, so needy. What are you gonna do when I have my cock out, hm?" He shoves a second finger into you and starts curling them into your heat. You arch your back to the ceiling and he hovers over you. For a moment, thereâs nothing but the squelch of his fingers in your wet pussy and your panting as he stares into your eyes. Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed and heâs biting his lip - heâs focusing on something.
That "something" becomes apparent when, all of a sudden, you nearly sit upright and let out a loud moan of pleasure, "Fuck, Mr. Park! right there." His fingers continue rubbing that special spot inside you repeatedly and your legs start shaking ever so slightly. You look back at him to see a smug smile on his face. "I found it," he chuckles as you writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss you, lips melding together.
He keeps fingering you, bringing his thumb up to ghost over your clit ever so slightly to provide enough pleasure to bring you close to your orgasm but just not enough to make you cum. You whine against his lips and he breaks the kiss, asking "you want to cum, doll?" to which you weakly nod. "Then fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me. How youâre a cocksleeve for me, so wet and needy as soon as I touch you, so ready for me to fuck you." He stills his digits inside of you and you buck your hips on them, rolling your pelvis repeatedly in an attempt to get to your orgasm. You reach down to provide some stimulation to your clit, but he smacks it away.
"Jim- professor, itâs not enough. I- I need more, please." Tears start welling up in your eyes at the thought of not cumming for the third time. Jimin kisses your temple, the gentle action reminding you that heâs not going to do something you canât handle. "Please, Mr. Park. I wanna cum," you whine out, hips jerking back and forth in a pathetic attempt to chase after your high.
"Show me then, Y/N. how much you want it. A good girl can show me that she wants it bad enough and will make herself come on my fingers alone. Sheâs not greedy. She doesnât need to touch herself too. She just needs my fingers to cum. I know you can be a good girl, Y/N," he goads. "Can you show me what the pretty little face of yours looks like when you cum? I bet youâll look so beautiful, even more than you are right now, all fucked out for me."
"Hhngh, sir I- Iâm trying," you pant out. "Itâs just not enough. I promise I'm a good girl, I swear. Please let me cum. Oh god, I wanna cum." At this point, youâre nearly crying. You haven't ever been edged like this and are desperate for release.
Jimin sees this and purposefully retracts his hand from your cunt covered in your honeyed juices, glistening in the lights of his classroom. "Professor Park, please," you choke out weakly, chest constricting in disappointment. With a soft smile, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off, savoring the flavor of you.Â
"Be a good girl for the rest of the day and then Iâll let you cum, baby," he hums. "You promise?" you plead, holding onto his arm desperately.Â
"I promise, Y/N," he kisses you gently and you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue, the filthy action causing your clit to throb even more. Combined with the way your cunt is still clenched tight in preparation for an orgasm that wonât come soon, you can definitely say that you can't wait for the school day to come to an end.
"Go to lunch, doll. I have a meeting soon. Donât think of me too much, hm? Gotta keep those straight Aâs the way they are," Jimin teases, pulling down your skirt slowly, fingers just grazing your thighs. He grabs your panties. "Oh, and I think I'll keep these for now," he says cheekily, putting them in his pocket. "They didnât seem to be doing their job when you were riding my thigh."
You watch him in shock, cheeks flushing red hot. "I- okay. uh, Iâm going to lunch now, Jimin. Have a good lunch and meeting, I guess?" you say awkwardly, shuffling to the door with him, tugging your skirt down.Â
"Jimin? Weâre on a first-name basis already, Y/N? Donât let anybody hear you call me that in class, baby," he winks, holding the door open and you nod, preoccupied with the little "situation" your skirt just barely hides. You can feel yourself still leaking down your inner thighs, and pray that nobodyâs going to notice when you walk into the dining hall.
"Ugh! Bitch, what took you so long?" Lisa exclaims when you sit down next to her with your lunch. You pout. "I wasn't even gone for that long."
"Ha! That long, my ass. You were gone for more than half of the break! I had to tell Jaebum and his cronies to fuck off on my own! Iâm not as intimidating when youâre not around, though, so I donât think it worked. Theyâll probably come over again soon." Lisa rolls her eyes. You snort, "One of them probably likes you, thatâs why they keep bothering you."
"They just like any female and will take what they can get," Lisa mutters, "but anyway! How was your meeting with Mr. Park? Did you solve his boner problem?" she wiggles her eyebrows.
You clear your throat. "No, Lisa I did not. I'm obviously above that," you say in a sarcastic tone. "I simply offered to," you tease. Lisa squeals and slaps your arm in response. "But for real though," she says. "Anyone that gets to hook up with mister Park Jimin automatically wins at life," and you hum in agreement.
You scan at the dining hall around you and catch the eye of Jaebum sitting with his friend group. He winks at you and you roll your eyes and stand up, "come on Lisa, letâs go. Those assholes are going to come over any second if we stay here any longer." You drag her to your guysâ next class.
The bell rings and the two of you burst out of the classroom. Thank god thatâs over. Only one more class left, you think to yourself, gripping your books tighter to your chest in excitement.
"Jesus fuck, since when were you this eager to get to the last class of the day, Y/N? I thought you loved staying in school for as long as possible," Lisa huffs out. You steer her into the direction of your locker, right across from Jiminâs classroom.Â
"I'm picking up my books, you dummy. Be grateful I paid for this locker because otherwise, you wouldnât be able to put your books here." You put in the code and exchange your books while Lisa checks herself in the magnetic mirror attached to the door. you have to be careful when bending over because otherwise youâll flash the entire school, so you do a weird sit-squat thing. "Geeking out over lockers? You act as if youâre still in high school, Y/N," Lisa teases. "Only during the school day," you wink up at her.
Lisa spots someone through the reflection of the mirror and groans out. "Incoming," she warns, rolling her eyes and turning around. "Wha-" you begin when you get cut off by a smooth voice behind you.
"Damn, L/N. didnât know you wore skirts this short on campus. Looks good on you," the guy winks. "But it would look even better on my bedroom floor." You hold back a gag and turn to Lisa, raising your eyebrows in exasperation.Â
"Wow, I see the originality," Lisa says in the most sickeningly sweet voice. "What do you want, Jaebum?" He chuckles and places an arm over your head, leaning over you. "Well, Iâm having a party tonight, and it would be amazing if you two little ladies could attend. Be mine and Jacksonâs plus one?" he says. Youâre about to say no when he leans in closer to you, inches away from your face, "plus you can get the high-quality drinks for free, not the cheap booze we leave out for the randos who show up."
"Youâre probably gonna drug them or something. No thanks, dickwad." you huff out after a secondâs hesitation, pushing him away, ready to go to your next class. "Nah, baby. I may be a fuckboy but at least I've got morals. Whaddya say? You get me off, I get you off? Maybe make you cum so many times it starts hurting? You look like you havenât been able to get an orgasm in a while, youâre so uptight, L/N," Jaebum smirks.Â
"You fuckin-" you start to hiss out but youâre shut off again. This time itâs by someone different. Jimin. "Mr. Lim, I donât think itâs necessarily appropriate to discuss your sexual endeavors while in an academic setting. Iâll be letting you off with a warning for now." He turns to you, eyes flitting across your DIY skimpy outfit. You feel your cunt leak more of your honeyed juices under his piercing gaze and clamp your thighs together to keep them from dripping down your thighs. "And Ms. L/N, I expected better from you. Youâre not typically one to do these things in a school environment. Get to class, the two of you," he says, turning back to his classroom.
"Oh," he adds, "and Y/N. fix your outfit. I would hate to see you get dress coded by a teacher who isnât as lenient." You, Lisa, and Jaebum stare at his back in shock as he heads inside his classroom.Â
"Well, uh, that just happened," Lisa states, turning to you. "Ready to go?" you nod numbly, mind swirling with embarrassment and excitement as you tug down your skirt. The two of you walk to the last class of the day while Jaebum calls out, "my place after 11, L/N! Iâll be waiting!", making you wince. Great, now a bunch of people are gonna think youâre hooking up with him.
The last bell of the day finally rings, and you head to your locker after bidding Lisa goodbye. You put your books in your locker and head to the bathroom to fix your clothes. You decide to tease Jimin even more by adjusting your skirt so that it ends just at the bottom of your ass. Itâs a terribly risky decision; if you walk too fast, you risk flashing everyone. Youâve tried to wipe the slick off the juncture of your thighs, but it keeps getting replaced with more of your arousal.
You speed walk down the halls and fling open the door to see that Jimin isnât in his classroom - or so you think. Once you take a few steps into the room, you hear the door shut behind you and lock. Jimin looks at you up and down. "You didnât fix your outfit, Ms. L/N. Looks like Iâll have to dress code you for indecent exposure then," he hums, heading to his desk to take out a slip of paper.
"Wait Jimin, what? I thought we were- um. You know, going to-" you splutter out, realizing he was actually serious. You canât have this on your academic record! What would your parents think?
"Going to what? Fuck? Seems like you already have someone else for that, Y/N," he shakes his head, grabbing a pen. You reach forward quickly to stop him, hand, gripping his forearm in desperation.Â
"No Mr. Park, I- I never told Jaebum yes. I just-" you try to explain, but Jimin cuts you off. "You what?" he asks bitingly, taking you by surprise. "Did you think that you could just come back and hop on my dick after nearly making out with another guy? God, you really are a slut, arenât you?"
You rub your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the steadily mounting pressure in your core at Jiminâs words. "Look at you, I told you to fix your outfit and you fucking pulled up your skirt. You pulled it up. You donât listen to me, talk to your friends about how much you want me to rail you, and yet let other guys make plans to hook up with you. And you expect me to let you cum after all of that?" he continues, noticing the effect he has on you. "You really think I should let you cum, Y/N? I'll tell you what I think. I think I should leave you like this, dripping and needy for me. So ready to get fucked by me but not being able to."
Your eyes widen, "no, please professor, no!"Â
"Should I jack off in front of you and not let you touch me? Maybe then would you learn your lesson? Or maybe I should spank your ass till itâs blue youâre unable to sit. Would that work, hm? What if I just send you back to the dorms? You could ask Jaebum to touch you, even if he canât make you half the mess I can," he continues, pushing you onto his desk. He grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him, humiliated, with tears in your eyes.
"Aw," he pouts sarcastically, "is the baby crying? Because I didnât let her cum? Well, princess, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Little cocksluts like you donât deserve to cum so easily."
"P- professor, please. You can punish me. Teach me a lesson. B- but just please let me cum." You whimper out, attempting to cross your legs together to assuage your aching clit, but Jimin stops you by holding your knee with his other hand.
He slowly trails his hands up your bare thigh, admiring the way your soft skin seems to get chills at his touch. He pushes you back onto the desk and you prop yourself up your elbows to look at him. "Are you a cockslut, Y/N?" he asks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers.Â
"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- Iâm nothing but a hole for you to fuck," you whimper meekly as he pushes up your skirt. He pushes apart your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the desk. "Damn right you are. Nothing but a little whore that I can use to get off. Iâm going to fuck you here in school like youâve never been fucked before. And this dick youâve been thinking about all this time, itâs going to finally be in you, and I better not hear any complaints," Jimin growls, pumping his length in his hand. "No sir," you whimper out.
"You on the pill?" he asks, to which you reply with a yes. He teases your slit with the pink head of his cock and your entrance flutters at the touch. "But on another note, tell me if you want to stop. I donât want to push you too much."
You smile, "Jimin, youâre being too kind. I promise I'll tell you. But I did say before perhaps you werenât doing enough. Mr. Park, I want you to ruin me," you bite your lips, mimicking his words from earlier in the day. He cocks his head in amusement.Â
"Donât worry princess, thatâs exactly what Iâll be doing." Without warning, he thrusts forward into your heart, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. The girth of his cock stretches open your cunt with painful pleasure. Once heâs sheathed inside you, you can feel him very near your cervix.Â
You let out a shaky breath but itâs cut off as he continues thrusting in and out of you, wet slaps echoing through the room. "M- Mr. Park-" you moan incoherently.Â
"Fucking take it, Y/N. You wanted me to ruin you? Well here I am doing it; be fucking grateful." he rolls his hips into yours, hands gripping your sides harshly.
"Th- thank you Mr. Park, s- so much," you nearly sob out, almost crying at the relief of being fucked. Youâre so turned on that your walls are clenching around Jiminâs dick so hard that he grips your jaw harshly. Gritting his teeth, he spits, "loosen up, babe. Youâre so fuckinâ tight." You whine and try to relax but the stimulation Jiminâs providing has your eyes rolling back instead.
He snakes a hand down to your stomach and under your skirt, circling your throbbing clit. Your pussy flutters at the stimulation and you bite your lip harshly. He changes his angle slightly, causing your thighs to start shaking. His precum and your honeyed juices drip out your sopping cunt, the sound of wet slaps echoing around the room.
"Mmmmh," you moan out softly, back arching slightly. You can feel Jimin hitting your g-spot with impeccable accuracy each time. Doubled with the way his thumb is rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, you feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You try to suppress the giveaway signs of your impending release, knowing that Jimin, in order to "teach you a lesson" of sorts, is likely to take it away from you, so you attempt to just breathe out, "Jimin, fuck, it feels so good."
"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he thrusts into you deeper and harder and you bite your upper lip to stop your moans from slipping out. "Come on Y/N, let me hear those pretty little moans. Let everyone else know how well I'm fucking you, how good I make you feel," Jimin urges.
As soon as he utters those words, you give in, letting high pitched whimpers spill from your lips. Your pussy lets out filthy squelching noises at each of his thrusts, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the desk. You feel your walls tightening around his cock and try to fight it off, but Jimin can already tell of your impending orgasm. He pulls out of you, leaving your warm and soaked cunt open to the air.
"Fuck," you exclaim in frustration, bringing your hands up to cover your face so Jimin doesnât see your face, tears starting to spill down your face. Itâs frustrating you so much that he wonât let you cum. That he enjoys seeing you whimpering and teary-eyed for him. Your thighs havenât stopped shaking and Jimin parts them after you close them. He pulls down your arms and smiles evilly.Â
"Well, what do we have here," he exclaims, "looks like the baby finally did start crying. Come on, Y/N, I thought you had it in you. But look at how youâre spread out on this desk for me, such a fucking mess. I bet you like it, huh? Dirtying up my desk with that cunt of yours."
"I need to cum, Mr. Park," you choke out, trying to gather your thoughts. "I need to cum now." your teacherâs eyes narrow and he grips your thighs harshly. "What did you say to me?" he asks, a tone laced with dangerous amusement.Â
"You heard me. I-," you hesitate for a moment, but decide youâve already put yourself through enough teasing today. You muster up your courage before saying, "I want you to make me cum now."Â
Thereâs a momentâs silence before you add on shamelessly, "o- or if itâs too much to ask of you, I- Iâll just find someone else to help me do it. Maybe Jaebum? He promised a good time a- and said he would let me cum as many times as I want."
Jimin grabs you by the chin and pulls you up. "Youâre such a fucking brat, Y/N." Shifting his hand so itâs gripping your throat, he mutters, "you donât fucking learn, do you? I thought you were smart, hm? But has the need for sex made you lose your sense? Made you turn into a dumb little bitch, ready to bend over for anyone because youâre so horny? And here I was thinking you were better than that. That you had standards. Perhaps I was wrong, hm? Would you like to tell me?"
You try to look down, away from his piercing glare, but he turns your chin to look back at him. Humiliation courses through your veins as Jiminâs gaze wanders down your body scathingly. "Look at you," he coos sarcastically. "Y/N, baby, youâre such a fucking mess. Pathetic." Suddenly, he lifts you off the desk and bends you over it, cheek pressing the top and ass exposed over the edge to him. You whimper at the feeling of your shirt being stickied from your arousal left on the table from just a few minutes ago. You try moving away from it, but Jimin holds you in place.Â
"Are you afraid that everyone else is going to see the mess on your shirt, Y/N? Is that why youâre trying to move?" he hovers over you from behind. "Or perhaps," he continues, hot breath tickling over the shell of your ear, "you want to continue being a brat. Make me punish you until youâre begging for me to make it stop."
He spanks you, the sound echoing across the room before you register the sting of his action. You clench involuntarily and let out the slightest of whimpers. "Fucking hell, are you this turned on? Making noises even if I donât touch your filthy little pussy?" he asks, smacking your behind again. You bite down on your lip to avoid giving him the answer he already knows.
"Count for me. Be good and maybe Iâll finally let you cum." he commands, spanking your right ass cheek again. "O- one!" you groan. He spanks your left side, the stinging sensation causing you to leak more arousal. "Louder, Y/N. Let me hear you," he hisses, hand in your hair, and pulls you up slightly. "T- two," you stammer. another slap echoes across the room. "Three! God Mr. Park, please." At this point, youâre not even sure what youâre begging for; your mind is numb with lust.
"T- twenty! Agh, fuck, please," you squirm under Jimins grasp. The throbbing of your clit has increased tenfold, and you can practically feel the shaking of your thighs through the desk.Â
Jimin slips his hand between your legs, feeling the soft flesh of your inner thighs slicked with your juices. "Youâre fucking dripping, Y/N. Look at you. Did getting punished turn you on this much, doll?" He swipes up your slit, teasing your fluttering hole. You scrunch your eyes in displeasure and try to back up into him, only to be stopped by a harsh smack onto your already throbbing cunt. You yelp and flop back on the desk, cheek pressing the surface.
You feel him rubbing his dick against your folds and sigh in relief. Suddenly, Jimin slams into you from behind with no warning causing you to let out a harsh groan. "Ah, professor!" you exclaim, balling your fists in pleasure at finally being stimulated. His cock seems even bigger from this angle, and your entrance stings delectably at the way he splits you open.
"You feel how tight your pussy is, princess? How tight it is for me? Nobody else makes you feel this needy. Nobody," Jimin mutters in your ear after pulling you up. He pulls your head back by your hair, exposing your neck, which he plants wet kisses on. He reaches down in front of you, tracing an achingly slow path from your stomach to your slit with his fingers. Youâre reaching your orgasm at an embarrassingly fast rate due to all of the edging youâre been through, so when Jimin finally brushes over your clit, itâs no surprise that your walls tighten even more instantaneously.
"Ji- âm gonna cum," you moan wantonly. "Yeah? Is my little slut finally going to cum?" He hisses out at the way you tighten around him. You nod desperately, gripping his arm rubbing figure eights over your sensitive bud.Â
"Oh god, Jimin, I feel it coming. Please please please let me cum. I'm being good for you, Mr. Park, please let me cum," you sob out incoherently as Jimin continues railing you from behind. You feel the ridges of his cock brushing your walls and shudder at his ministrations.
"Let go, princess, I got you. Cum for me. Tell me how good Iâm making you feel," Jimin snarls, snapping his hips into yours, eager to get you to finally melt in his arms. You feel your orgasm crashing over you and you clamp down on his dick, legs shaking in relief. Jimin's grip on your hair tightens as he feels you pulsing around him, getting impossibly tight. Nevertheless, he continues thrusting into you.Â
You mewl, trying to shift away from Jimin's hold as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing figure eights into them, "J- too m- much," you whimper out, straining against his arms.
"Yeah?" his smooth voice asks, "but I thought you wanted to cum, princess? Didn't you? I need to cum, Mr. Park. I need to cum now." He mocks you. âWell, that's what I'm doing doll. I'm. Making. You. Cum," he emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust, jolting you forward.
You're being reduced to a mess, tears streaming down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. You can feel your gummy walls tightening more and more on their own accord, without even trying. Without even realizing it, you've changed from trying to move away from Jimin's fingers to grinding down on his dick.
Jimin, however, notices this. "God, you're such a slut, Y/N. Weren't you just asking me to stop?" He raises your left leg onto the desk, allowing him to have more access to your folds. He slaps your clit when you donât give a response and you yelp, clenching down on his dick. He slaps you a couple more times, and your cunt drips even more, making your thighs sticky with your honeyed juices. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm once again from his motions. Â
Suddenly, Jimin pushes you back on his desk and begins hammering into you from behind. "You're going to cum again, aren't you? Filthy little girl, didn't you just cum? Are you really that needy for some dick?" You try to hold back a whimper from his words but it slips from your lips. "You're really a whore, aren't you, baby?"Â
In response, Jimin spanks you, and you yelp. "Keep doing that," he hisses when you clench down on his dick. "You like being punished, don't you?" You nod meekly in response. He smacks your already reddened ass again and you hiss at the stinging sensation. Paired with the pleasure his cock is giving you, thrusting so deep into you, you can feel yourself practically getting high off the feeling.
Jimin feels you cumming before you realize it yourself. His hips nearly stutter at the way your walls have clenched around his dick. He opts to rut his hips into yours, no longer being able to thrust in and out due to how tight you are. He reaches under your body to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit and you start cumming again, clenching erratically around his dick. "You cumming, Y/N? Be a good girl and let go for me. Get this fat cock all wet," he commands. You ball up your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pleasure coursing through your veins. Riding the course of your high, you wish for nothing more but to be in the moment.Â
When you come down from your orgasm, Jimin finally pulls his hard dick out of you. You feel his precum and your cum drip down your thighs. Whining, you rub them together to get rid of the feeling but it only serves to make you stickier. Jimin parts your thighs and runs a hand up them to cup your pussy, pausing to feel your cunt still clenching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He smacks your abused heat, jolting you forwards and causing you to grit your teeth in overstimulation.Â
He flips you over, spreading your legs open. He leans over you, rubbing the tip of his dick over your swollen and throbbing clit, making you shiver. "Prof- professor, I canât-" you begin but are interrupted my Jimin quickly shoving into you. Gasping, you clench down onto his dick, eyes rolling back into your head.
"You can, Y/N, and you fucking will," he grunts harshly, snapping his hips into yours. You grasp at his arm after feeling him in you deeper than before. The head of his cock nearly kisses your cervix and his impossibly hard dick stretches your tight cunt open even more, making you wince at the pleasurable pain.
"I- oh god, I really canât. It feels-" you choke out through your tears. "It feels too- oh!" your head rolls back as Jimin hooks your legs over his shoulders, creating a new angle of penetration. He rubs your clit ever so slightly, the abused bundle of nerves pulsing under his touch. "It feels too what?" he hisses, rolling his hips upward so that his tip just barely grazes your g-spot. Too good, you want to say, but pleasure is clouding your mind and you canât get the words out.
"Thatâs it, baby," he hums, "taking my fat cock so well even though youâre so- shit, youâre so fucking tight. Are you gonna cum again, hm? Cream all over my dick and make another mess?" youâre being reduced to a blathering mess, Jiminâs name rolling off the tip of your tongue. "Yeah? Canât even hold it back a little? Even though I let you cum so many times, you still want more? Greedy little bitch," he spits at you.
When you clench down at his words, he starts pistoning his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing around the room. His cock seems to be splitting you open even more, and you can feel every pulse of his dick on your walls. "Fuck, Y/N. Iâm going to cum," he groans.
"I- Iâm close too, Mr. Park. It- fuck, it feels really good," you breathe out as Jimin leans down over you. He slows his hips down, opting to roll his hips smoothly and brushing over your g-spot with painful accuracy. Hovering over you, his stare bores into yours, eyes flitting down to your lips, reddened and swollen from you biting them. You whimper and tilt your chin up towards him and he leans his head down to yours.
He lets his lips ghost over yours, warm breath brushing over your lips as his hips grind into yours. "P- please," you beg, and Jimin finally relents and melds his lips to yours, bringing the two of you into a searing kiss, groaning as you near each of your highs. You break the kiss to gasp out, "Iâm c- cumming again Mr. Park."
"Yeah?" he breathes surprisedly, "your little pussyâs that sensitive that youâre gonna- fuck, youâre cumming already? So quickly?" he leans down as your orgasm washes over you, this one hitting you slowly and harshly. You arch your back into Jiminâs chest, hands gripping at the collar of his shirt. His thumb continues to gently rub over your clit, causing you to roll your eyes back into your head at the overstimulation. You start shaking underneath him, squirming to get away from the overload of senses, but he holds you in place as you ride your high for what seems to be like an eternity.
"That's a good girl," he soothes as you continue to writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stuffed so full of my cock itâs making you cry. Does that feel good, darling?" you nod, sobbing. When your orgasm starts to fade away, spots of white dotting your vision, he still doesnât stop thrusting into you.Â
You bite your lip, and seeing that heâs close, you whisper, "M- Mr. Park, I want you t- to cum too. I- in me." His hips stutter at your words. "Shit, yeah? Youâd let me do that?"Â
You nod, "want you to fill me up w- with your cum and s- stuff me so full of it that itâs gonna be in me for days. And I wanna fe- fuck, I wanna feel you in me even when Iâm alone, professor." At your words, Jimin lets out a slightly animalistic growl and leans in. "Youâd like that, huh?" he asks. "Me fucking you so well till you canât think straight? Putting my cum in you so that when you walk out of here, itâs dripping down your pretty little thighs, making you look like the filthy little slut you really are? You think you deserve that?"
"Please, sir, I really want it," you beg, "please." With that, Jimin attaches his lips onto yours again, grinding his hips into yours even deeper as he finally orgasms. He doesnât stutter his hips as he continues his ministrations, even though he can feel your walls desperately squeezing around him, milking his cock of its seed. You feel the thick ropes of his warm cum painting your inner walls every second. Each time he pulls out slightly, a bit of it leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your ass onto his desk. He continues fucking his cum into you until heâs satisfied with the way youâre shivering under him.
For a moment, all is still, nothing but the sound of the two of your breathing filling the air as you stare into each otherâs eyes. "Um-," you begin, and Jimin quickly looks away, brushing his thumb over his plump lips. So that just happened. I fucked my teacher. I fucked Park Jimin.
"Wait here," he mutters, making your heart drop in disappointment. You nod, offering him a weak smile. Seeing this, Jimin reassures you, "donât worry, Iâm not leaving you. Iâll be right back," and cautiously steps out of the room after clothing himself.
You take this moment to recollect what exactly happened. Okay, so you just fucked your teacher. It still hasnât sunk in yet, and probably wonât till you leave to clean yourself and look at the marks heâs made on your thighs and ass. You canât help the giddiness you feel, like a kid who got the best candy bar in the world. After all, you got to hook up with your crush - in fact, the entire campusâs crush. The door creaks open and Jimin returns with some paper towels and wipes.
"H- hey," he smiles nervously. For the first time, heâs the one thatâs stuttering. "Let me clean you up. Itâs the least I could do after putting you through so much today." He spreads your legs gently, cheeks flushed, and begins wiping off the slick and cum between your thighs.Â
"Jimin, you didnât do anything bad, calm down. Well, I mean you fucked your student? But other than that youâre fine. I really liked it," you try to explain, stumbling over your words. He looks at you incredulously, but shakes his head, smiling. "I don't want to tell anyone about this," you continue, "and I highly doubt you will, so this can stay as our little secret."Â
"Well looks like someone got fucked a little too happy. How come you never smile this much when Iâm teaching, hm?" Jimin jokes after he finishes cleaning you up, kissing your knee gently. He hands you your thong that heâs kept for half the day and tells you to put it on.Â
"Youâre still going to the party, right? Jaebumâs?" he asks and you shrug. "You should go. Have a fun time there, drinking and all that stuff." He leans into you, whispering into your ear, "and if that rascal wants to get into your pants, heâs going to see your soaked panties covering up that precious little cunt of yours stuffed with all that cum of mine. Maybe then heâll finally back off," he smirks.
You blush, "maybe, Mr. Park. You know, youâre pettier than I thought youâd be." Standing up, to face him, he pulls you in by the waist till your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans in, whispering, "well, Y/N, I donât think you knew too much about me in the first place." Closing the gap between the two of you, you give him a peck on the lips, which quickly turns into a more heated kiss, lips melding together and tongues colliding. When you break apart, a faint blush on the two of your cheeks, Jimin smiles fondly at you and you look away.
"Well," you hum contentedly, "if I donât know much about you now, Iâd at least like to get to know you better in the future."Â
"One day," he breathes out. "One day."
Your grin, disentangling yourself from his arms. "One day soon, I hope. Iâve got to go now, but Iâll see you next class. Goodbye prof- Jimin. Have a great weekend."
He smiles softly, walking you to the door. "You too, Y/N. If you do end up going to that party, have fun. Stay safe."
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pairing: andy barber x fem!reader
summary: in which the night was supposed to be special. however, it seems as if something is always going wrong. on this specific night, you and andy have convinced yourselves that everything will finally go according to plan, but it isnât long until things go awry. youâre not ready to call it quits on it just yet, though.
warnings:Â defending jacob au (no mentions of laurie or jacob), fluff, slight angst, explicit language
word count: 2.3k wordsÂ
authorâs note:Â first andy imagine! hope you guys enjoy<333
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âWhatever excuse youâre about to say, save it,â You said when you answered Andyâs call, and it connected to your carâs Bluetooth. âWe are going to this restaurant, Barber. Weâve rescheduled so many times that Iâm pretty sure at least two of the hostesses know my number by heart at this point.â
Your statement was a thousand percent true, and you were actually surprised that the restaurant hadnât blocked your number and banned both you and Andy from coming yet because of how much you had called to reschedule. The last time was only three days ago when you and Andy were completely exhausted from the days you had at work and couldnât bear to do anything more than deliver a pizza to your home and eat it in bed. The number of crumbs that you noticed in the bed in the morning was horrible, but overall it was worth it.
This night was different, though, at least it was supposed to be. That morning before you headed to the environmental law firm you worked at and Andy went to the DAâs office, you said that you would be done earlier than usual because you would only be doing the beginning preparations for a new case you had. Andy told you that he would be done at his office by seven, giving you both enough time to get to your eight oïżœïżœclock reservation at the restaurant.
When you left your office not even fifteen minutes ago and hadnât received any calls from Andy, you actually believed that things were finally going to go exactly how you both planned it. But, of course, you could only get but so lucky.
âIâm really sorry, honey,â Andy told you, and you could hear how sincere those words were. âThis Jefferson case has been kicking my ass these past couple of days, and I can just tell Iâm finally close to a breakthrough with it.â
You didnât want to smile; you were supposed to feel at least a little bit mad that this dinner was once again on its way to getting canceled. But, you couldnât muster up even a hint of a frown; instead, you genuinely felt happy for Andy. You didnât know much about the case, but you did know how much of a pain it had been for him thus far, so you knew that you couldnât make him stop working on it right then when things were finally about to turn around. Especially because you knew that if the tables were turned, he wouldnât make you stop, and you wouldnât want him to.
These heavily work-oriented sides of the both of you were what caused you two to meet in the first place. You were both in the local bar that pretty much all of the lawyers in Boston would frequent, celebrating wins on your recent cases. You chalked it up to the alcohol running through your veins and the pure happiness you were feeling, because that case was such a big win for you, as the reason why you so easily fell for Andy that night. Because you had always sworn to yourself that you would never get romantically involved with another lawyer. But Andy was different.
âHow much longer do you need?â You asked him, already thinking of ways that you could rearrange things so that maybe, hopefully, the night wouldnât be a total flop. Â
It was quiet on Andyâs end for a moment, and you could tell that he was really thinking about his response. âNo more than an hour. I promise.â
You glanced at the time displayed in your car; 7:14 pm. âOkay, Iâll call the restaurant and see if they can push our eight oâclock reservation to nine. And Iâm on my way to your office now, so I can make sure that your hour is actually an hour.â
Most of the time, actually all of the time, an hour was never really an hour; it was always, always more. And you knew that for a fact because you were guilty of it too. Your respective workaholic natures were something that you both simultaneously loved and hated about each other.
âI love you,â Andyâs voice was soft and comforting.
Although those three words were pretty much second nature to hear after seven years of knowing Andy and five years of marriage, they never, ever failed to make your heart warm.
âLove you too,â You said and smiled to no one but yourself. âI should be there in twenty.â
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The drive to Andyâs office was shorter than expected, which you were surprised about. However, you were unsurprised to only see Andyâs car in the parking lot when you pulled in; you swore that no one at that office worked harder than he did.
âHi,â You said as you lightly rapped your knuckles against the open door of Andyâs office to grab his attention. His gaze was solely focused on his computer, and his eyebrows were knit together in a concentrated look that you had always found endearing.
When his blue eyes pulled away from his computer and landed on you, a smile found its way on his face. âHi.â
You walked over to him, and he stood up from his desk, opening his arms which you wasted no time going into. As you wrapped your arms around Andy, the flooding sense of comfort that you felt made you sigh in contentment. Being in his arms always felt like being home.
âThe reservation has been changed to nine,â You said, your words slightly muffled due to the way your face was pressed into his chest, but Andy still heard you.
âIâll be done soon,â He told you, his voice getting lost in your hair.
When you pulled away from the embraceâ it was reluctant at first, but then you remembered that there were actually things that needed to get doneâ you went to sit at the chair that was on the other side of the desk, shrugging your jacket off and placing it on the back of the chair. You nodded your head at Andyâs previous words, knowing that the definition of âsoonâ that you two had become accustomed to was different than what most people perceived it as.
As Andy went back to working on the case and you mindlessly watched him, a sudden wave of tiredness washed over you. Although your own day at work hadnât been too chaotic, it was still pretty exhausting. A small yawn escaped your lips, and your eyes settled on the small-sized couch in the corner.
Your gaze was still trained on the grey couch when you heard the sound of a drawer opening, and when you looked at Andy, you saw that he was holding out a folded-up throw blanket for you to take. You grabbed it, and the familiar forest green color and softness stood out to you; it was the one you would usually keep in you guysâ living room.
âWhen did you start keeping this here?â You were already letting the blanket unfold and wrapping it around yourself.
âAfter the last time you came here and slept on the couch, and my suit jacket was horrible at keeping you warm.â
You smiled at the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. âGoddamnit, I love you.â
âAnd I love you,â Andy smiled back. âNow go take a quick nap, and Iâll wake you up in fifty minutes when Iâm done with this, and we can finally make it to the reservation.â
You easily found comfort on the couch as you had done a few times before when you decided to join Andy during his late work nights. The couch was weirdly cozy, and you never knew if it was because of how tired you were that made it feel so nice or if it genuinely felt that way. Unsurprisingly, it didnât take long for you to drift off to sleep.
âą âą âą
âHey,â A soft voice slowly pulled you from the unconscious state you were in. âHoney, wake up.â
You mumbled a slight protest, pulling the blanket draped over you higher so that it shielded your face. Then, you remembered where you were.
You pulled the blanket back down, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Andyâs face; he was kneeling down next to you.
âWhat time is it?â
He evaded the question and instead said, âIâm sorry.â
âAndy,â You sighed as you sat up from the couch. You felt around for your phone and grabbed it, almost immediately checking the time; 10:03 pm. âAndy.â
âI fucked up,â His voice was quiet, and you pulled your eyes away from your phone and looked at him.
âWhat happened?â You asked as you tried to rub the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. Even though you had apparently taken an almost two-hour nap, you still felt extremely tired.
âIt was eight, and I wasnât finished with what I needed for the case, but at that point, I didnât even care and just wanted to go to dinner with you,â Andy took a seat down next to you on the small couch as he began to launch into his explanation. You watched him with intent eyes. âBut, then I saw you sleeping, and you looked so peaceful and tired, and I didnât wanna wake you. So, I kept working, and I was gonna wake you by eight-thirty, but the time got away from me, and the next thing I knew, it was nine.â
You didnât say anything in response at first. Instead, you leaned back against the couch, closing your eyes and once again pulling the blanket over your head because there was nothing else you really wanted to do.
âIâm sorry. I know that you really wanted to go to the restaurant tonight.â
You finally decided to say something. âItâs okay.â
You felt the blanket shift, and you opened your eyes to see Andy coming underneath it and pulling some over himâ luckily, it was long enoughâ so that the two of you were cocooned inside of it. âItâs not. You deserve to be mad.â
You considered his words and knew he was right, but you werenât mad. Honestly, if you were a thousand percent truthful with yourself, you didnât give a fuck about the dinner and the restaurant. More so, you cared about what it represented, or at least what your mind had warped it into representing.
It had been so long since you and Andy had spent a night together that was solely romantic and didnât involve the two of you lounging about in your home eating takeout or being completely exhausted from work. You had desperately wanted something that resembled how it used to be between you two before things became so domesticated. For reasons you couldnât decipher, you wanted a glimpse back into the beginning, almost honeymoon-like, stages of your relationship with him. And it seemed as if it was something that was entirely out of reach at this point.
âBut, the nightâs not a complete bust.â Andyâs words pulled you out of your scattered thoughts. However, they did nothing but confuse you. Â
Before you could ask him what he meant by his statement, he pulled off the blanket that was draped over you both, and it was then that you noticed the set up of Chinese food takeout on Andyâs desk. The food was plated nicely on disposable plates that you were sure were from the officeâs break room, and there was even a lit candle in the middle of the desk. You noticed that the candle was the one you had gotten Andy for Christmas with the sole purpose of him having it in his office; apparently, the scent was supposed to be very calming.
Looking at the setup made you finally fully realize that the restaurant and dinner did not matter. In fact, this was far better than being in a fancy restaurant surrounded by other people and trying new food that you probably wouldnât like anyway. This was much more romantic, and you loved every aspect of it.
It made you feel slightly frustrated at yourself that you had been making such a big deal out of it all in the first place. It wasnât the restaurant that would make you feel reminded of the early aspects of your relationship. It was simply being with Andy that would, and always did, make you feel that way and more.
You did not know why you were on the verge of tears, but you did know that they were nothing but joyous. You looked over at Andy and noticed that he was staring at you so that he could gauge your reaction to everything. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. âThis is great. So great. Fuck, I can barely even form words right now.â
A breath of a laugh fell from your lips, and when you pulled back from the embrace, you placed a kiss on his cheek, his beard grazing your chin in a way that you had always loved.
âIâm glad and relieved,â Andy said as the two of you made your way over to his desk. âItâs definitely not high-end restaurant quality, but it is from our favorite place on Bleeker Street.â
You settled in your chair, your mouth watering at the food in front of you. You hadnât realized how hungry you were until then. âMaybe weâre not meant to go to fancy restaurants anymore. Weâre just takeout people now. And I think Iâm okay with that.â
Andyâs lips upturned in a small smile. âMe too.â
âNow tell me everything about this godforsaken case,â You said and then took a bite from your egg roll. You always enjoyed hearing about his cases; it was a contrast from the work that you did that you always found refreshing, although most of the cases were more bleak if anything.
As Andy launched into an in-depth telling about what the case was about and the issues arising with it, you looked at him adoringly and listened intently as you both ate your food.
There was no grand dinner, but everything was still romantic, actually even more so. To you and him both, it was still a night to remember.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA my excitement is off the charts for this. I have been thinking of what to do ever since you said you were going to take requests. So what happens if the MC is put under a curse that makes it so they canât talk at all.
This literally happens to me every few months when my laryngitis kicks in, so thisâll be fun đ
Brothers Reaction to MC Getting Put Under a Silence Curse
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Lucifer
Great, more work for him, just his luck
He has no clue what happened when you came rushing to his aid, arms outspread like a deranged person, and, well, he canât exactly ask you because you were currently mute
Has to slap a pen and paper in front of you after you you started to become irritated at the fact you could no longer communicate with him
Such a pain to deal with, especially when his brothers rushed in after hearing what happened and were currently pissin themselves laughin on the floor
He, himself, kept his composure, but in all honesty, it was kinda funny watching you pout all day
Spends the day lifting the curse, listening to you pathetically communicate with charade like motions. It wasnât exactly a nice way to spend his day off but he liked keeping you to himself, so he was satisfied
Mammon
Heâs never laughed harder in his life when you came running full speed towards him, waving your arms to desperately get his attention
He couldnât take you seriously at first to be honest, and he kept doing that âtalk if youâre...â shit that people used to do in high school, knowing damn well you could not make a single word
But after about 5 minutes, he was ready to help
Gave you his phone to type what you wanted to say and he was very bad with curses, so Satan got involved
Spent the day by your side as Satan did all the work, watching you as you mimed out sentences for him, occasionally laughing at your bad attempt at charades
Safe to say, that day was the most fun heâs had in years
Leviathan
Completely startled when you bust down his door and rush into his arms, pointing at your throat and making desperate mouth movements
He has no idea what you wanted or what was the matter, so he tossed you his phone to type out what you wanted to say
When he read that you got cursed, he couldnât help but laugh at the situation you were in, doubling over in pain from laughing too hard
After his laughing fit, he took you to Satan since he knew he was useless with this type of thing and spent the day playing silent games with you while Satan worked his magic
He was sorta awkward around you though, since he had to start and continue the conversation because you couldnât but he enjoyed your company either way
Satan
Sighed louder than he ever has before when you came running to his aid, miming to him how you got cursed and could now no longer speak
Luckily, he wasnât an idiot and had a pretty good guess on what happened, so took you to his room to fix you up
Gets very irritated when his brothers came barging in after hearing about what happened, distracting him with loud obnoxious laughter from the one and only Mammon and Levi
Eventually found it pretty funny himself though when you pouted after realising you couldnât speak, and actually let out a few chuckles throughout the day
It took longer than expected and heâd prefer to have not spent his day coming up with a way to fix you, but hey, he got alone time with you at least
Asmodeus
Shocked when you came running towards him, unable to speak and clearly distressed
He knew whatâd happened to you, he wasnât dense, he just wasnât too sure what to do about it
Kept you in his room, keeping you to himself and convinced it would just go away naturally
Unsurprisingly, it didnât go away so relied on Satan to fix you
Stuck by your side so you werenât lonely or bored and took the opportunity to play with your hair and do your nails and just chat in general. You couldnât talk back so he had lots to talk about
The curse was lifted quicker than expected, but he was happy to hear that lovely voice of yours again
Beelzebub
Poor thing had no idea why you were fretting and waving your arms in his face. Just talk to him?
Watches as you take out your phone and start typing, then showing him what you wrote
Immediately understands the situation you were in and proceeds to drag you and Belphie against his will to Lucifer so he could help you out since he wasnât too good with curses
Keeps you company and constantly checks up on you, making sure you werenât worrying and werenât hungry
Belphie left mid way through, but Beel stayed by your side; offering you his food and repetitively asking Lucifer if he can lift the curse yet
He really enjoyed the time you two spent that day and sighed in relief when you could finally speak again
Belphegor
Literally just flashed you a âwhat do you want me to do about itâ face and went back to sleep
He was secretly snickering to himself at the situation youâd gone and got yourself into, forcing himself not to laugh
Decided to help after you shook the living shit out of him and refused to leave him alone
But maybe keeping you silent was a good thing though? He was having the time of his life watching you pout and scowl at him after laughing at the fact you couldnât speak
Spent the majority of the day lifting the curse, but taking naps every 10 minutes, dragging you down with him and taking full advantage of the fact you couldnât refuse
He enjoyed the peace and quiet while it lasted, didnât too much enjoy the scolding he received when the curse was lifted
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me leviathan#obey me mc#obey me satan#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me belphie#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub
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NMJ is the only one that knows bc heâs the only one that NHS truly trusts, heâs the only one who knows why NHS focuses so much in painting and art, NHS doesnât know why or how but with a little bit of spiritual energy heâs able to bring what he paints in paper to the real world and with that the Nie sect has the beasts of legends under their command
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âHow about you draw a flower?â Nie Mingjue said without much conviction. It was hard to have conviction when you knew it was pointless.
âNo!â Nie Huaisang shouted, unsurprisingly, because toddlers always shouted. They seemed to have a great deal of feelings and sound for such small frames. âTaotie!â
Nie Mingjue grimaced. âNo, no, not Taotie,â he said quickly. Never Taotie, not again. âHow about the Baihu? Nice fuzzy tiger?â
âNo!â
âFenghuang? You like birds.â
Nie Huaisang considered it. âI like birds,â he agreed.
Nie Mingjue heaved a sigh of relief. âMe, too,â he said enthusiastically. âI love birds.â
He had never had especially strong feelings about birds, but he was willing to develop some.
âOkay,â Nie Huaisang said, and patted his thigh comfortingly. âIâll draw you a bird, da-ge.â
ââŠthanks,â Nie Mingjue said.
When Nie Huaisang was done, he proudly presented Nie Mingjue with the results of his work.
Nie Mingjue put the baby phoenix in the new aviary heâd secretly had constructed behind his fatherâs back, thinking to himself that the high-grade construction materials heâd insisted on were totally worth losing his allowance for the next year.
The phoenix chick - it looked like a plucked chicken with maybe three feathers total - weakly coughed smoke.
Because of course it did.
Sometimes Nie Mingjue wished that he could just tell someone about Nie Huaisangâs unusual gift â it was a pretty big burden to bear, and he really wasnât sure he was old enough for this type of responsibility â but no one else deserved to know. If they didnât have the good taste to like Nie Huaisang when he was no one and nobody, pointless and useless, they didnât deserve the benefits of knowing him now that he could do stuff.
Even if it was weird stuff.Â
Stuff like his ability to summoning the things he drew into existence.Â
Even things that might not really exist.
Besides, the thought of Nie Huaisang getting wrapped up into war and politics when he was still so young â
No, better to just store away what he made and hope he grew out of it.
And no more Taoties.
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âLan Zhan said his uncle shows people his artwork,â Nie Huaisang said, sitting on Nie Mingjueâs table in the family study. âWhy donât you ever show my artwork?â
âYou do art?â their father asked absently, most of his attention on the report he was reading.
âHuaisang does great calligraphy,â Nie Mingjue interjected very quickly. âYouâve seen it â itâs beautiful. And his poems are very well crafted, too.â
âBut Lan Zhan said ââ
Nie Mingjue mentally resigned himself to not being friends with Lan Xichen any longer, no matter how well theyâd gotten along, on the basis that the other boy would probably take it personally when Nie Mingjue murdered his brother.
âHe also said stuff about rules,â he said. âHundreds and hundreds of rules. Do you want to listen to all of those, too?â
âNo,â Nie Huaisang said sulkily, five years old and bitter with it. âButâŠâ
âHow about we show Lan Wangji your aviary?â Nie Mingjue coaxed. âGo ask him if heâd like to see it. I bet heâs never seen anything like that â and you can ask him what type of animal he likes best, too!â
Nie Huaisangâs eyes went wide at the thought and he dashed off.
âYou spoil him far too much,â their father commented. âAn aviary â you talk about it more than he does, and youâre always getting birds to fill it up for him, too. Why are you so devoted to him learning to like birds?â
âBetter than him liking fierce beasts,â Nie Mingjue said, omitting to mention exactly where he obtained the birds that filled the aviary. âOr corpses.â
âIf he liked fierce beasts, perhaps heâd be more martially inclined.â
No, we would be, Nie Mingjue thought. Heâd gotten a lot of spare practice with Baxia trying to fight corpses that had no business being there during the period in which Nie Huaisang had gotten temporarily interested in the things in his fatherâs stories â and that was before Nie Huaisang had learned about yao.
âI donât want him growing up morbid, thatâs all,â he said.
âYouâre his brother, not his nursemaid,â their father said, a little exasperated. âNor are you his mother. Why are you fussing over him so?â
Nie Mingjue huffed and shook his head. âHow goes recruitment for the border?â he asked instead, and listened to his father tell him about how people barely a year or two older than him were being sent to risk death in the name of sect honor.
Not Nie Huaisang, he promised himself. Not yet.
Heâd tell his father when Nie Huaisang was old enough to handle the consequences.
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âHuaisang, didi,â Nie Mingjue said, and tried to smile, even though it pained him. âCan you do me a favor? A really, really big favor?â
Nie Huaisang sniffed, clutching at his arms and shaking. âWhat, da-ge?â
âYou remember Jiwei? A-dieâs saber? Can you draw that for me, please?â
It only made it worse.
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âDa-ge?â
âYes, Huaisang?â Nie Mingjue asked, scowling at the map. It didnât get any better the longer he looked at it, but maybe if he kept glaring he could cow it into submission.
âDonât you want me to help?â
Nie Mingjue looked up at where Nie Huaisang was wringing his hands by the door. âHelp? With what?â
Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes at him, like it was Nie Mingjue being dense instead of him having started a conversation in the middle. âUh, with border defense?â
âWhy would I ask you to help with that?â Nie Mingjue asked blankly, then realized how his words could be misconstrued. âNot that I wouldnât ask you to help, of course, but youâve never really liked battlefield strategy, and anyway you are only twelve ââ
âDa-ge!â Nie Huaisang whined. âI meant drawing!â
ââŠas in maps?â
Nie Huaisangâs glare could light fires.
Nie Mingjue coughed and put aside his work to focus on his brother. âHuaisang, why do you think I would use your drawings in planning out a possible battle?â
âBecause theyâre useful?â Nie Huaisang said, crossing his arms. âI can make things appear, da-ge, just by drawing them. Not sure if youâve noticed, but thatâs not something that normal people can do.â
âI know,â Nie Mingjue said. âItâs not. But just because itâs not normal doesnât mean itâs not a wonderful ability, Huaisang.â
Nie Huaisang looked a little bit appeased.
âBut just because itâs wonderful doesnât mean Iâm going to abuse your ability,â Nie Mingjue continued. âYou should be playing, not working, and if anyone tells you otherwise, you tell me and Iâll straighten them out.â
Nie Huaisang came up and hugged him. âSo itâs not that youâre not ashamed of me being weird and useless?â
âI think weâve already established that an ability like yours is far from useless. And I donât care how weird you are, principles are principles: youâre too young to be used for battle. Sorry, Huaisang; my hands are tied.â
Nie Huaisang laughed at him and left, looking much happier.
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âSo what would you like?â Nie Huaisang asked, eyes sparkling. âMe and my brush are at the ready, here to help!â
Nie Mingjue rubbed his forehead. âIf youâre sureâŠâ
âDa-ge! Iâm seventeen â you were already sect leader for two years by my age. And itâs not like Iâm going out there on the front lines or anything; Iâm just going to draw some stuff for you.â
âYou say âjustâ,â he grumbled. âIt does drain your qi, you know. Thatâs why you took such a long time to form a golden coreâŠâ
âYes, but I did get there eventually, didnât I? And anyway, itâs fine, Iâll do it instead of my usual landscapes. What would you like? A dragon to devour our enemies? The white tiger, nipping at their heels? A taotie ââ
âNo Taotie.â
âYouâre so weird about that,â Nie Huaisang complained, rolling his eyes again. âFine. Then what?â
âSabers,â Nie Mingjue said, giving in. âStandard steel, not spiritual. Horses, feed, saddles. Say, how are you at drawing arrows?â
âDa-ge,â Nie Huaisang said. âI can draw you the beasts of legend, and you want me to draw you arrows?â
âYes. As many as you can bring yourself to create, really; everyoneâs always short on arrows. More rice would be good, too ââ
âThis wasnât exactly what I was expecting when I volunteered to help,â Nie Huaisang grumbled.
âAre you going to do it for me or not?â Nie Mingjue asked, unimpressed. âYou asked me to use you, not to give you an art project.â
His brother heaved a sigh. âYes, yes, I will. Can you explain to me why this is your choice, at least?â
Nie Mingjue ruffled his brotherâs hair. âHuaisang, when you draw something, it comes to life. Fully to life, as a separate and independent creature of its own â if you draw a dragon, whoâs to say that the dragon will choose to fight the Wen sect, instead of turning on us? It wouldnât be much help if we had to run out, sabers drawn, to deal with whatever it was, only to be exhausted before the Wen sect even arrived.â
ââŠoh.â
âWhen weâve made some progress in the field, I promise to let you help build fortifications,â Nie Mingjue said. âYou can start thinking of really nasty traps ââ
âDa-ge?â
âYes?â
ââŠis that why you hate the idea of me drawing Taotie so much?â
Nie Mingjue coughed.
âDa-ge!â
âDonât worry about it. It was always really good saber practiceâŠâ
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âAnd if anyone tries anything against you at the camp, you draw something really mean, okay?â Nie Mingjue said, pressing paper and a brush into his brotherâs hand in addition to the ones heâd hidden away in his luggage - there was a chance that might be confiscated upon his arrival. âI donât care what it is.â
âI know, I know ââ
âPromise me!â
âI will!â Nie Huaisang exclaimed. âI promise already!â
âNot just if theyâre aggressive. Even if things just look suspicious ââ
âSuspicious? Like what?â
âIf they take you somewhere secluded,â Nie Mingjue said, face drawn with worry. âSomewhere where itâd take us a long time to find your bodies. I donât care if you put other people in danger from your creation, okay? Donât make me have to find your corpse.â
Nie Huaisang was silent for a moment. âI understand,â he finally said. âI promise.â
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âIâm never drawing anything legendary ever again,â Nie Huaisang sniffed into Nie Mingjueâs collar. âThat Xuanwu was awful. It tried to eat all of us!â
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âDo you want me to help with the logistics, Sect Leader Nie?â Meng Yao asked.
âYou already help with the logistics,â Nie Mingjue said, not really paying attention. If it was serious, Meng Yao would bring it to his attention â he was a truly remarkable aide-de-camp. âYou already help with everything.â
âI appreciate Sect Leader Nieâs confidence in me,â Meng Yao said, smiling a little. âBut no, I meant â with the imports.â
âImports?â
âEvery week we receive new shipments of goods â food, weapons, defenses â from Qinghe, and we donât send any money back. Surely such expenditures are putting a strain on the Nie treasury..?â
âOh, donât worry about that,â Nie Mingjue said. âHuaisang is handling it. Itâs good for him to have responsibility.â
Meng Yao looked a little skeptical, but in his defense, heâd met Nie Huaisang.
âReally,â Nie Mingjue assured him. âHeâs not going to hurt our budget â itâll be fine. Theyâve come steadily every week so far, havenât they?â
âIf Sect Leader Nie is content, then so am I,â Meng Yao said, but he was pouting a little, perhaps at the perceived lack of trust. He did so love to be helpful.
âYou know I trust you with my life,â Nie Mingjue told him. âBut this is something that Huaisang is, for once, best placed to handle. Donât worry about it.â
It wasnât really his secret to share, after all. Maybe when the war was done.
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Nie Mingjue was on his back in the throne room of the Fire Palace, staring up at the man who murdered his father and who was about to murder him, too, when he heard the sound.
A high-pitched squeal, unlike anything else heâd ever heard â a little like a pig, a little like a wolf, a little like the long slow grate of metal against metal. It burned on the ear, a vile sound on the verge of being physically painful.
âWhat is that?â Wen Ruohan asked, frowning. He was standing above Nie Mingjue, his foot crushing down on his chest; Baxia was out of reach, knocked away, but at least no longer in the traitor Meng Yaoâs hands. âMeng YaoâŠ?â
âI - Iâm not sure, Sect Leader Wen,â Meng Yao said, looking equally confused.
Nie Mingjue laughed.
They both looked at him.
He grinned up at them, blood in his teeth.
âWhat?â he said. âNever heard a Taotie before?â
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Pairings: Porco x fem reader x sugar daddy!zeke
Summary: University reader becomes Zekeâs sugar baby after meeting each other at her work, which is a stripper, ofc. Eventually develops a relationship with Porco Galliard, of whom Zeke employs ;)
TW: alcohol usage, oral (m / f receiving), food (icing) play, mirror sex, phone sex
You needed some money during college, and tutoring stupid high schoolers wasnât making the bills. Plus, you couldnât put up with their slowness one second longer.
When Sasha took you out for a night at the strip club to relieve some stress, her joke that you could always make bank shaking your ass for old men actually sounded quite appealing. It was a lot more fun than tutoring, anyways.Â
Out of curiosity, you found yourself browsing the internet for openings at nearby nightclubs. Soon you were watching YouTube videos of strippers going through their daily routine, counting their tips, and describing their success in the industry. You were hooked.
You ask Hitch to take pole dancing lessons with you, and she doesn't suspect any of your true intentions, since this was on your bucket list of things to do together.
Soon you secured yourself a job at a local strip club. The first person you confided in was, unsurprisingly, Hitch. She was surprised you actually pursued being a stripper, but the shock didn't really last for long considering her knowledge of your freaky tendencies.
Hitch advised you to be careful, and she was particularly worried about how you would manage to fit this new job into your tight school schedule.
It was simple: you would take your classes, do your assignments, and report to your job at night. Youâd work through the closing shift and get back to your shared apartment with Mikasa, Sasha, and Hitch sometime past 2am.
Zeke is a regular.
He gives you larger tips than any of the other girls.
He even pays for private sessions, which consist of you dancing for him mostly an hour at a time.
Eventually you two fuck it out in a booth of the club.
He asks if you'd like to âdo this again sometimeâ. Naturally, you agreed. He exchanges phone numbers with you and asks for your cashapp.Â
Blushing because you didn't realize he intended on compensating you for your arrangement, you agree to give him your account number.
You and Zeke continue this for a couple months, growing more addicted to the orgasms he gives you every time.
You had two generous sources of income now.
You found out a lot about zeke: he owned a decently large company, fucked a lot of women before he met you, and he was even more freaky than yourself.Â
One day after a session with Zeke, you're sprawled out on the side of his bed, toying with the golden hair that trailed down his torso, and staring up at the ceiling, mind completely fucked out.
âI have a business event coming up soon,â Zeke states.
You hum in approval, not expecting zeke to continue on.
âItâs plus one.â He pauses, âI was wondering if you would like to join me.â
You turn your head to look at Zeke, almost asking him to repeat himself. Was this like a date thing?
Zeke turned to look at you too. His eyes glossed over at the sight of your surprised face and post-sex hair floating around the crown of your head. He smirked, visualizing the way he had made that sex hair. Gripping your h/c locks and pulling your head back, pounding into you from behind.
Your lips were swollen from being stretched around his thick cock, making him cum round after round. Now they were parted, unsure as what to make of his question.
Zeke repeated himself, âAre you free next Saturday?â
âY-yes. Iâm free.â You said, âI would love to go to your work thing with you.â A smile graced your lips. He fucking loved that smile. Loved seeing it bloom on your face when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, begging to take more of his cock.
âAlright,â he grabbed for his phone, pulling up the information from his calendar. Your phone dinged, no doubt zeke sending you over the event details. âItâs formal attire. Do you need to buy something to wear?â He glanced up lovingly from the screen at you for a mere second. âFuck it, never mind that.â His eyes reconcentrated back onto the phone. Your phone dinged again, the familiar melody of the cashapp notification filling your ears.
âLetâs take you shopping, princess.â His legs swung over the side of the bed. A back completely full of endless scratches faced you while he stretched those long arms of his. His back muscles rippled as he did so, the sight making your stomach flutter with butterflies.Â
âWait!â You say desperately and propping yourself up on the bed. You didn't intend on opening your mouth, but now you had to commit to it.
Zeke side glanced at you, acknowledging your pathetic request.
âLet me suck you off one more time,â you said. You added, âbefore we go.â A husky chuckle escaped from zekeâs throat. âSuch a slut for me.â âWhat a good girl, knowing just the way to make me hard.â
Porco and you meet each other at the business event, itâs an instant click. Heâs employed by Zeke. Soon you're exchanging numbers with him.
These business parties became more frequent with Zeke. And every time, Porco was there. You two would sneak off to help yourself to drinks while Zeke was bombarded with potential buyers inquiring about his product.
Porco makes you laugh so much. Honestly, itâs probably the alcohol, but every joke he cracked earned a cute giggle from you. It only made him harder for you than he already was.
âI could go a lot longer than him, you know.â He whispers in your ear.
Sooner than later youâre texting Zeke that the alcohol was killing your stomach, and you just had to get out of there right away.Â
Porco didnât wait to stick his strong hands in your pants when you tumbled into the taxi.
âGonna take you away from that old manâs dick, yeah baby? Give you this big cock like you deserve?â
You make it back to his large apartment, practically humping his clothed leg on the elevator ride.
By the time youâre inside his place, your panties are soaked and the black lace Zeke bought you is falling from your shoulders.
Porco throws you on the bed, not leaving you any time to remove your heels.Â
He climbs over you and just starts completely obliterating you with open mouthed kisses across your collarbone.
You don't fail to notice the mirror above Porcoâs large bed, seeing the way he straddles over your small body.
Porco sits up from his position on the end of the bed and grabs for your ankles, yanking you closer to him. Just as he hums into your folds, a buzzing emerges from your purse in the middle of the living room.
âShit,â you say, recognizing the pattern as Zekeâs contact. âItâs Zeke,â you groan.
âAnswer the phone, pretty girl.â Porco says with a devilish smirk.
âWha-?!â Your face fills with terror.
âI said answer the phone.â Porco grows stricter in tone.
âO-okâ your hands shake as you make your way across the floor to where your purse was.â As you accept the call, Porco motions you back to the bed.
You nod, doing as he says.
âHey princess,â Zeke says with a smile on the end of the phone.
âHi,â you say shakily. Porco gives you a menacing look.
âNot feeling good?â Zeke refers to your text.Â
You let out a shy âNuh-uhâ in response.
âIâm sorry baby,â Zeke says, âI can pick you up so you can spend the night with me in case you feel any worse.â
âNo!-â You say startled, âI mean, no, my girlfriends have me all bundled up back at my apartment.â
Silence from Zeke.
âOh, well, thatâs too bad.â He adds, âI wanted to make you feel a little better than they could tonight.â
You look at Porco, a little intimidated by his intense stare on you. He can hear Zekeâs toying with you from the other end of the phone. He nods, urging you to play along.
You giggle softly, a bad attempt at sounding sicker than usual.
âReally? How so?â Porco slides down the edge of the bed, focused on your legs.
Zeke clears his throat, obviously getting off at the anticipation of phone sex.
Some shuffling is heard on the other end of the phone before Zeke says, âYou know, maybe cook you some food. That layered strawberry cake you like yeah?â
You hum in satisfaction, but quickly noticed how your approval angered Porco.
He aggressively pushes your legs apart, eyeing your wetness.
âUse that icing on you.â Zeke says, âMake you filthy when I run it over that pretty body of yours. Iâd fucking lick it off you because you taste so good.â
Porco starts to kitten lick between your folds, earning a whimper from you.
You imagine Zeke piping the vanilla icing onto your torso as he pushes himself into you, smearing it across your breasts and stomach with his rough hands.
The pressure between your legs rises as the licks grow longer and rougher across your clit. Porco suckles on that bundle of nerves, and you canât help but cry out a moan.
The sounds from Zekeâs side of the phone indicate heâs jerking off vigorously at this point. âSay my name, kitten.â
You look wildly down at Porco, who stops his motions to shake his head at you. No way heâd let you moan another manâs name on his own bed.
âDaddy,,â you drawl out. You earn approval from Porco, who resumes lapping at your pussy.
Porco taps your thigh, indicating to you that it was time to hang up on Zeke, who hadnât cum yet.Â
âOh gosh, Zeke babyâ you start, âOne of the girls is coming in i have to go-â
âWait, y/n-â but you didn't let him finish. You sigh with relief knowing you can fully indulge in Porco now. He grips your thighs roughly, leaving bruises to be discovered tomorrow.
âWhatâs Zeke doing now, huh?â âPumping his weak cock thinking about this tight little pussy of yours?â âI wonder what heâd think if he knew your pussy was taking my tongue so well right now. Acting like such a whore for somebody else.â
Porco pulls himself off of your sweaty body, panting and licking up your wetness.Â
His eyes are dead set on you, and you felt small under his glare. His hands grab under your arms, quickly flipping your positions. âBounce on me for it,â he growls.
You nod eagerly, situating yourself above him. Your face reddens as you align your entrance up to him, nervous about his judgement.Â
Porco softens, noticing your hesitance, âItâs okay baby girl,â His warm hands caress the side of your cheek, thumb grazing your plump lips, âYouâre doing really good,â Porco looks earnestly up at you, flashing you a soft grin. You press into his hold on you, strands of hair covering your forehead that tangled around Porcoâs fingers.
You finally push yourself down on Porcoâs length, his large girth stretching you full. Porco moans at the new feeling, and you canât help but whimper at the burning pleasure. Your hands roam around Porcoâs strong torso, feeling down his thick abs and rubbing circles into his sides. A low groan emits from his chest, and you admire his expressions from above.
You begin moving along his hard length, his tip hitting just the right spot each time. Keeping a slow pace, you tease Porco a little longer, but heâs quick to bark at you to go faster. You let out a playful giggle, âOkay, youâre the boss.â âDoing so good putting Zeke in his place, hm?â
Porco groans at your words, and you swore he was growing larger inside of you at the thought of demoting his Zeke.
Your movements quicken and Porco continues to let out strings of curses.
âYeah ride my cock baby, just like that. Just like you do for Zeke.â
The thought of another man puts butterflies in your stomach, and you feel yourself falter.Â
Porco doesnât miss a beat, however. He quickly thrusts up into you, earning a gasp from your mouth. His hands fly to your sides, balancing you while he does all the work. You whimper at his rapid pace, nearing your climax.
âPorco,â you moan, âI-ah, gânna cum.â
âOk, baby,â he says in between thrusts, âCum then.âÂ
That was all you needed to hear before spilling your release over Porco.
He continued to milk you out, eventually finishing not too long after. He lets you fall on top of his frame, palms rubbing circles into your and easing you from your high.
âGood job, y/n.â You lift your head up to look at Porcoâs face. He smiles back at you tenderly. âAlright letâs clean you up.âÂ
He settles you on the bed next to his side and slides off the bed to grab a clean towel from the linen closet and discard the condom in the trash. You watch his muscle-y body move across the apartment floors, his clear focus on grabbing the right things for you.Â
He comes back with an iced water and starts cleaning up your thighs.Â
âOh, you donât have to do that,â you smile, âI can do it myself.â
He looks up at you, eyebrows screwed up in confusion, âWhat? No, Iâm doing it.â He continues his work at cleaning you off.Â
â..oh, ok.â You say shyly, butterflies in your stomach from his actions.Â
âDoes he not do this for you?â Porco asks, not looking up from fixing up the sheets below you.
You replied slowly, âNo, not really.â
Porco sighed, âHeâs such a selfish dick.â
You laugh at Porcoâs attitude. But now that you think about it, Zeke was always thinking about himself. The thought passed as soon as it came, and you did consider the fact that he was paying you.
Porco nestled himself on the side of you after he was done, grunting a little from his tired state. His big arms hugged around your smaller body as he pulled you in close.
âPorco?â You called.
âHm?â
âThank you,â you muffled into his chest.
Porco blushed at your comment, but simply toughed it over and patted your ruffled hair, âMhmâ.
A few pings were heard from your cell phone as you drifted into sleep, no doubt from Zeke, and each time Porco pulled you in tighter. A smile curled crept onto your lips, âItâs not like Iâm gonna leave, Pokko,â you giggled.
âGood,â he said, âI wasnât planning on letting you anyways.â
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