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Idk what I would do if I would come across this delicious creature, at night, all alone, trapped in my head lights, throwing flowers and stuff, smiling and stuff...
... who am I kidding... we exactly know how this would play out... đ
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âOh, please, give me more. I need more, I donât care if itâs bitter,â the voice of Lily said pleadingly, husky, followed by giggles and another sultry whimper. âSo, so good.â
James swallowed and stared steadfast at the stairs that would lead him to the safety of his dormitory. He wanted to be away from here, the thought of Lily doing whatever she was doing with whoever she was with, was just about the most acutely painful and disconcerting thought he could have.
Hi @siriuslychessi,
Thank you so much for sending me this fun snippet from An Idiot In Love This answer is also for you ;-) @annabtg.
This fic was written as a prank/tease for our dear Smut Fairy. James overhears Lily and someone he hasn't identified yet, late late at night in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room. The dialogue needed to give the reader the idea she's definitely getting it on with whoever is there. We only know that person is not James as he just walked in... His interpretation is perhaps even worse than the reader's, his mind will jump to anything other than what is really happening. Bitter is a taste... that gives a lot of different options. Where did your brain take you ;-) James swallowed ... Here the word swallowed is most definitely on purpose. I've found that I enjoy it to use words with connotations to strengthen the pictures we conjure up.
I don't know if it worked but I enjoyed making him very uncomfortable until I couldn't stand it anymore and .... well I gave him a satisfactory resolution.
Lily defending him against Remus (when he called him an idiot) that was to make it up to him...
#a dirty mind is a joy forever#an idiot in love#siriuslychessi#asks#director's cut#jily#james potter#lily evans
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Another Austin related poll - which character would you need to uhm interact with (ok... which one would you want to do, engage with, show how it is done)?
Now, bc yall have been thirsting so much over just the idea of our most coveted actor in PG-adult scenes... yes, I see you in the comments and reblogs
And again: all of the above is NOT an option - sorry not sorry.
* - you know, to help the plot develop and to help our man shine on screen (and I didn't mean that in a dirty manner, but if you want to interpret it like that, who am I to stop you?).
** - I will use every opportunity for a shoutout to @austinbutlerslovers ' delicious delightful decadent piece on uhm having these gents 'join their forces'
#feyd rautha harkonnen#sebastian kydd#wil ohmsford#elvis presley#tex watson#gale cleven#benny cross#hank thompson#polls#tumblr polls#austin butler#a dirty mind is a joy forever
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Hello PC đ An anon recommended I drop âSeptember Sprinklesâ in people's askboxes sooooo here is yours. Obviously I could not say no to such a good and smutty idea đ I immediately thought of you with this one - I'm curious if your mind jumps to the same idea - because of the word lol.
How fast do you think I can make you come?
PS: look at that beautiful spelling of the last word đ
heheheheahahaha! Okay⊠thanks @athenasparrow
I donât think if you meant the same thing but my mind goes to cupboards etcâŠ
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your little brother, my little secret
yn and joy share every secret, until yn returns from university to find joy's little brother jake has become irresistibly hot. maybe keeping just one secret from your best friend won't hurt⊠right?
PAIRING : best friends little brother!jake x reader
GENRE : smut & angst. jake's (shy) a sub for majority of it. dirty talk, masturbation, degrading + humiliation, & y/n is a menace.
WC : 14k
mdni
youâve been counting down the days until summer for what feels like forever. youâre returning to your hometown for the entire two months you have until university starts again in september.Â
youâve been driving for miles now, just having to go to a university two hours away from your small hometown. but the summer air is thick and humid, and it blows throughout the car as all the windows are down.Â
your best friend, joy, sits beside you. youâve known her for just as long as she has moved into your small town when you both were ten. since then, youâve shared everything together; every laugh, every tear⊠every secret. her family feels like your own, summers spent in their backyard, evenings filled with board games and cards. some nights in high school even included sneaking out to a party and drinking until you thought youâd throw up.Â
last summer was different. you were abroad doing an internship for university. and you didnât get a chance to stay long during christmas break. so, itâs been a while since youâve actually stayed in your hometown with all its familiarities.Â
âjake will be home when we get there,â joy says, loud enough to be heard over the wind and faint music.Â
âoh right, howâs he liking university?âÂ
jake is joyâs little brother. heâs always been shy, introverted, prefers to stay home and play video games instead of going out like you and joy. you remember him as a cute kid, all wide eyed and shy smiles. you donât remember him having much friends, heâd rather be alone in his room. itâs hard for you to imagine him navigating the crowded university, but you suppose heâs all grown up now. itâs been so long since youâve seen him, and the thought of how much he changed lingers in your mind.Â
âhe likes it,â joy says, her long black hair blowing out the window, âheâs excited for summer like we are.âÂ
you nodded in response, thinking maybe jake would go out with you guys now instead of playing video games in his room all summer.Â
âwe gotta go to hyunjinâs this week!â joy declares, her eyes lighting with anticipation, âyou know heâs throwing a big party this week. and then, thereâs that new bar that opened downtown. we have to check it out!âÂ
you agree with joy. her energy is infectious despite her brash (sometimes too brash) exterior. joy has always been more straightforward and perhaps blunt than you are. when sometimes you can be a people pleaser and a pushover, joy is there to say the words you wish you could say.Â
âi canât wait,â you reply, âitâs been too long since weâve had a proper night out.âÂ
joy shoots you a mischievous grin, her confidence unwavering, âoh trust me, yn. this summer, weâre going all out.âÂ
you roll your eyes at your pretty best friend, pulling into her familyâs driveway swiftly.Â
you and joy step through the front door of the house, a place that is more familiar and comforting than your own. the place smells like a home cooked meal and you are instantly greeted with joyâs parentsâ smiles. joyâs mother envelops you in a hug, her warmth and kindness instantly easing any fatigue from the long drive.Â
"oh, yn, joy, it's so good to see you both!" joy's mother exclaims, her smile radiant. "dinner will be ready shortly. you must be exhausted after the drive. please, sit down in the living room and relax."
joy's father joins in, his jovial voice filling the room. "how was the trip? traffic wasn't too bad, i hope?" her parents' genuine concern and hospitality are a stark contrast to your own parents.Â
"it was fine, dad," joy replies, her tone affectionate yet tinged with a hint of impatience. "we're just glad to be home for the summer."
you smile over your shoulder at her parents as she drags you to the living room. it looks the same as you remember it; comfy fabric couch, family photos on the walls, lit candles around the room that mix with the smell of dinner.Â
joy props her feet up on the coffee table as she starts to scroll her phone. a nonchalant smile plays on her lips, âcanât believe weâre back here.â she says with a sigh.
before you can respond, a sudden noise draws your attention towards the backdoor. two figures emerge, their arms swaying as they laugh and push each other.Â
âhey guys,â joy's casual greeting halts their antics momentarily, but it's the sight of you on the couch that freezes one of the boys in his tracks. he stands there, awkward and unsure.
the other boy remains cool and confident as he greets joy and walks over to you both on the couch. he stands in front of you, sticking his hand out in front of your face, âiâm heeseung.âÂ
you look up at him as he stands, his features are chiseled. his eyes are a deep shade of brown. his smile is almost cocky, but disarming as he flashes it effortlessly. thereâs an aura of assurance about him, that he knows heâs good looking and heâs confident about it.Â
your hand meets his, âiâm y/n.â your eyes flicker back to the boy who remains rooted to the spot, his expression unreadable as he almost quiets away into the wall.Â
âare you gonna come hug your sister, jake?â joy squeaks from beside you, she octaves her voice higher to be annoying on purpose.Â
itâs then that you realize who is standing there in the cornerâ you almost didnât recognize him.Â
the shy, nerdy kid you once knew is now standing beforeâ transformed in a way that catches you off guard. where once stood a lanky teenager, now stands a man that is toned and tanned. his hair is longer and tousled in a way that accentuates his features. heâs taller and broader.Â
as you take in his appearance, you canât help but be struck by how insanely hot he has become.Â
he shifts nervously, perhaps sensing your gaze. his eyes turn to joy, âno way in hell am i hugging you.âÂ
joy's mother breezes into the room with a warm smile, "oh jake, give your sister a hug."
joy springs up instantly, tackling jake in a bear hug that's both affectionate and overly enthusiastic. jake groans, awkwardly patting joy's back as everyone chuckles. heeseung, settles down next to you, a confident smirk playing on his lips, his eyes holding a hint of nothing other than flirtatious.Â
"right, yn," joy's mother continues, her tone gentle yet teasing, "heeseung here has been keeping jake entertained since you left."
heeseung chimes in, his voice dripping with sarcasm and humor. "yeah, we're inseparable now," he says with a grin.
you laugh, unable to resist teasing. "oh really? i remember jake having no friends at all."
joy joins in, her laughter ringing through the room. "seriously, all he did was stay in his room playing video games."
"be nice, girls," she says playfully. "joy, come help me with dinner. set up a place for heeseung, too."
heeseung stands up with a mock bow. "don't worry, i'll set up my own place."
joy groans at having to help, leaving you and jake alone in the living room, complaining about why she has to help but jake doesnât.Â
jake settles into the chair directly across you, but his body language shows heâs tense and restless and it suggests that heâd rather be anywhere else. he fidgets slightly, fingers rolling over each other in his lap, his eyes darting around the room and avoiding you.Â
âso, joy told me that youâve been liking university,â you speak, trying to ease him and the awkwardness.Â
jakeâs cheeks colour faintly, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, âuh yeah, itâs fine.â he mumbles, avoiding your gaze.Â
you lean back casually, âmeet any hot college girls?âÂ
jakeâs eyes widen as he shifts uncomfortably, a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty flickering in his eyes. itâs endearing; how he still seems like the shy, introverted boy youâve always known, now trapped in a hot guyâs body.Â
ân-no, not really,â he stutters out. he canât seem to meet your eyes when he speaks, his words stumbling over each other in a rush. itâs clear he finds you intimidating in a way, and you wonder what the reason is. maybe youâll have to play with him a bit to figure it out.Â
âreally?â you tilt your head, your eyes not leaving him as he struggles to eye you, âi wouldâve thought you had girls climbing all over you.âÂ
jakeâs face redden more but he answers you, âno, thatâs what happens to heeseueng.â he nods his head towards the kitchen.Â
âhmm,â you sit back in the couch. you arenât surprised that a boy like heeseung would attract a lot of women. heâs confident, outgoing and obviously attractive, but youâre surprised at jakeâs answer.Â
before you can question him more, joy pops her head in the living room, âcome eat guys.âÂ
jake and you stand up and head to the dining table to eat. you think to yourself that this will be a fun summer as you glance around the room. heeseung eyes your bare legs as you sit beside him and start to eat. jake sits on the other side of the table, trying to not get caught staring at you as his parents ask your best friend questions about the school year.
you're sitting on the couch, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for joy to finish her chores so you can head out and buy a dress for hyunjin's party this week. she's taking forever, folding laundry meticulously in the living room while you're itching to go.Â
âjoy hurry up, i wanna go!â you groan out to her, bored of scrolling on your phone as you wait for her.Â
she rolls her eyes at you, âitâs not my fault that iâm an adult and have to do family chores, y/n.âÂ
âi know that! but you could do them faster.âÂ
she shoots you a look when you groan again, a playful smirk on her face. "fine, then help me," she says, handing you a basket overflowing with clothes. "bring this up to jake's room, it's all his disgusting clothes."
with a resigned sigh, you stand up and grab the heavy basket, muttering under your breath about how slow she is.Â
you knock softly on jake's door, holding the basket of clothes joy asked you to deliver. after a moment, his voice replies, "come in." you push the door open slowly, finding jake sitting up on his bed, his feet on the ground facing you.Â
"oh, hey yn," he says, his voice a little nervous and shocked once he sees you, his hand flying to hair to calm it.Â
ey," you reply with a warm smile, stepping into his room. "joy wanted me to bring these to you. clean clothes," you explain, holding out the basket.
oh, thanks," jake mumbles, âyou can just leave it on the floor there.âÂ
"no problem," you say casually, noticing how he avoids meeting your gaze.Â
you step into jake's room, to place the basket down. you take the time to look around the once familiar room. itâs no longer childish, and clearly belongs to an adult.Â
you glance at jake as you scan his room. he's sitting on his bed, looking slightly disheveled in grey sweatpants and a baggy sweater, his tousled hair indicating he's just woken up, so you ask him, âwere you sleeping?âÂ
he nods sheepishly, âyeah i was out late with heeseung last night,â he admits, playing with the sleeves of his hoodie.Â
you sit down beside him on the bed, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. the new information about his late-night outing intrigues you, prompting a teasing remark. "really? the jake sim goes out late? i can't believe it," you say with a playful smile.
he chuckles nervously, looking away from you. the awkwardness between you is palpable, despite the years of knowing each other.Â
you can't help but notice how shy he still seems around you, his eyes avoiding yours as he tries to compose himself.
"are you this shy around everyone, jakey?" you ask bluntly, the nickname perks his interest.Â
he glances at you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "uh, I don't know, I guess," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.
âhmm,â you sit back on your hands on his bed, looking so casual next to his tense demeanor. you decide to keep pushing, wanting to see how far heâll let you tease him. because you do love teasing men. itâs something that you find funâ more exciting than any foreplay or sex. joy always questions you about it. she doesnât understand why you find it more thrilling to leave a man wanting more and then doing nothing about it. she likes to get her men swiftly and straightforwardlyâ like everything else in her life. but how is life fun without any games? âso what did you and heeseung get up to last night? anything⊠exciting happen?â your eyes hold his, challenging and enticing him all at once.Â
jakeâs adams apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, his eyes widening slightly at your bold question. âw-we just hung out, went to a bar and lost track of time.âÂ
âmmm, i see,â you let your gaze travel over him, taking in the cute way his bottom lip juts out. âso you were up late last night then? do you know what i do when iâm up late at night?â you lean towards him now. he stares at your face for a second, gulping when he realizes how close you are on his bed.Â
âuh, what?âÂ
ânaughty things.â you shrug nonchalantly. his eyes widen at your boldness and he shifts again, unable to hide his growing arousal. âdid you think about naughty things last night, jakey?âÂ
ân-no,â he stammers, shaking his head, but the flush on his cheeks gives him away.Â
you tsk at him, âjakey, you can tell me. i wonât judge. in fact, i might even like hearing those naughty thoughts of yours.âÂ
jakeâs breath quickens as your pinky finger starts to brush against his thigh. âi⊠i donât know,â he whispers, his voice hoarse from arousal and sleep.Â
âgo on,â you urge, your lips curving into a wicked smile, âyou can tell me. do you think about me late at night?âÂ
a sound of shock escapes his throat, and he shifts, trying to ignore the growing hardness in his jeans, âmaybe.â he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.Â
thatâs it. youâve got your inâ heâs let you start a little game with him that could potentially make both of you feel good.Â
âtell me,â you encourage him, your fingers now stroking his thigh up and down. âwhat about me do you think of?âÂ
his eyes squeeze shut, âjust⊠you.âÂ
you laugh softly at his shyness, but you are so delighted by his response, âi want to hear more from you jake. what do you think about when youâre touching yourself?â
jakeâs eyes fly open, a mixture of emotions swirling in their brown depths. desire wars with embarrassment, âiâŠi think about your body,â he confesses, his voice gaining some strength. âyour soft skin, your- your curves. i imagine kissing you.â
you smile at how sweet he is, âthatâs such a turn on, jakey.â he looks taken aback at your confession. âtell me what else youâd do to me if you could.âÂ
he gulps roughly, âi- iâd, make you cum.âÂ
you tilt your head, intrigued, âhow?âÂ
âwith my mouth.âÂ
you bite your lip at the thought of jake in between your legs, sucking and licking your core, getting you wet, preparing you for his cock. you wonder if heâd make you cry out from how good it would feel. youâre sure he would.Â
but then you remember that this is a game.Â
âhmm,â you shake your head at him, âyou think that youâd make me cum?â you pretend to scan his body up and down, your hand getting dangerously close to his crotch. âweâd have to see about that.â you glance down at where your hand is meeting his body and are pleased to see his bulge, hard and pressing against his sweatpants.
before you can tease him further, his bedroom door swings further open, causing your hand to move briskly away from him. joy leans on the doorframe, her expression a mix of annoyance and impatience.Â
ây/n you were rushing me, and now iâm waiting for you,â she groans, crossing her arms. âletâs go!âÂ
you stand up, giving jake a final teasing smile, âsee you later, jakey.â you head towards the door, closing it after you, leaving him with some privacy to take care of the problem in his pants that you had created.
on the weekend, you got ready for hyunjinâs party at joyâs house. you just got out of the shower, your hair soaked and your skin damp and moisturized.Â
you wrap the soft, white towel around your body, shaking your hair to get left over water out of it once more before you leave the bathroom to go to joyâs room.Â
you step out of the bathroom, as you walk passed jakeâs bedroom, his door swings up. his eyes glued to his phone as he steps out of his room. he glances up just as you pass by, and you catch the moment his eyes widen in surprise. his gaze lingers on you, a mix of arousal and embarrassment. like heâs unsure of what to do.Â
you donât say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you as you continue walking. thereâs a slight flush on his cheeks and his posture stiffens. you smirk to yourself, enjoying the effect you have on him. enjoying the game you can play with him. it feels good to know you can fluster him so easily.Â
you walk into joyâs bedroom, hearing her complain about her makeup looking awful already. you turn, giving jake one last glance before you close her door. his eyes quickly dart away, but the memory of his flustered expression stays with you.Â
âgod my eyeliner looks horrendous,â you hear joy say into her mirror, you turn so your back is facing her and you start to get dressed in the dress you bought the other.Â
âit looks good, what're you talking about?âÂ
joy groans in response as you slip on the dress. you start to do your own makeup and hair, listening to the faint music in joyâs room.Â
âdo you think heeseung is cute?â joy asks suddenly.Â
your face contorts to confusion, âi mean, i guess.âÂ
âi think so,âÂ
you whip around to look at your friend, âew what? heâs your brother's friend.âÂ
joy shrugs, âso?âÂ
you turn away from her, instead focusing on putting on mascara, âso, you would let one of your friends get with your brother?âÂ
joy gags, âgod, no. plus who the hell would want jake anyways? heâs gross.âÂ
you force a laugh to come out of your mouth, âhaha, yeahâŠâ you cringe at yourself.Â
itâs silent for a moment and you think joy realizes that youâre acting weird at the mention of her brother.Â
âugh!â joy grunts loudly, making you jump and look at her, âi look awful, iâm gonna wash it all off and start again.â
âwhat? but we have to leave soon.âÂ
âiâll be quick.âÂ
joy dashes out to the bathroom, leaving you to finish up in silence. leaving you to think more about what happened between you and jake so far and how it could affect your friendship with joy. you tell each other everything, but this⊠maybe you should keep to yourself, at least for a bit.Â
when joy decides she looks good (she looks the exact same before she washed it off and restarted), you both head downstairs to leave. your heels click on the steps as you walk down. as you reach the bottom, you see heeseung jake in the hallway, also preparing to head out.Â
you let your eyes scan jake, his jeans and loose button up shirt fit him nicely. and his long hair is somewhat styled out of his face. leaving him with a âi didnât tryâ look.Â
"you guys are going to hyunjin's?" joy asks, her tone casual but curious.
"yeah, we are. i didn't know you guys are, too," heeseung replies, a hint of surprise in his voice.
joy smirks at him, "yeah, we'll see you guys there, oh! i almost forgot my phone." she turns on her heel and heads back upstairs, leaving you alone with the boys.
heeseung's eyes scan you flirtatiously, and he smirks, "you look so good, y/n."
you play along, enjoying the banter, "thanks heeseung, you do too."
heeseung bites his lip, his gaze lingering on you. "maybe you'll save me a dance at the party."
you're momentarily taken aback by his forwardness but quickly recover, used to men like him. "maybe. but you'll have to get in line."
heeseung laughs at your joke, "i will."
joy comes back down, phone in hand. you glance at jake, who has been silent the entire time, his eyes flickering between you and the floor. you wave goodbye to the boys, feeling jake's gaze on you as you leave.
you and joy are driving to hyunjin's party. joy is singing along to the radio, excited for the night ahead. you glance at her and smile, but your mind is elsewhere. you've always played games with men, testing to see if they would submit to you or try to dominate you. it's a defense mechanism, something you've developed over the years to protect yourself.
your parents' rocky marriage and your past relationships have left you scarred. every time you let your guard down, you ended up hurt. so now, you stay in control, never letting anyone get too close. it's easier that way. safer.
you glance at joy again, grateful for her friendship. she's the only one who knows a bit about your past. the one person who knows all of your secrets.Â
you and joy step into hyunjin's party, itâs as busy as you remember hyunjinâs parties to be. the music is loud, and the chatter of all the guests is even louder.Â
you scan the room, spotting hyunjin across the way. a grin spreads across your face as you make your way over, joy trailing behind you.
"hyunjin!" you call out, and he turns, his face lighting up with recognition.
"yn! it's been ages!" he pulls you into a tight hug, and you laugh, hugging him back. you tell him how youâre so excited to be back in town for the summer and that youâre sure to be back at one of his parties again.Â
you move through the room, greeting old hometown friends. familiar faces bring back memories, and you find yourself laughing and sharing stories about your time abroad and life in the big city. the warmth of the alcohol courses through your veins, making you feel lighter, more at ease while in such a big crowd.Â
halfway through the night, the buzz from the drinks makes everything feel a bit more vibrant. the room spins slightly, but in a fun, exhilarating way. it's then that you spot jake and heeseung. they donât blend into the crowd, and your eyes are drawn to them. theyâre too tall and handsome to be at this party.Â
heeseung approaches you first, a lopsided grin on his face. "hey, y/n! having fun?" he slurs slightly, his breath smelling of alcohol.
you laugh, finding his drunken self amusing. "yeah, a blast! how about you?"
heeseung nods enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "totally. i'm gonna get another drink, though. see you in a bit!" he winks and stumbles away, leaving you alone with jake.
jake stands there, drink in hand, looking slightly more composed but still nervous. he meets your eyes, and for once, doesn't immediately look away.
"hey, jake," you say, taking a step closer. "enjoying the party?"
he nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, it's fine.â
you laugh softly as he glances around the crowd, obviously not use to being around so many people yet, âyeah itâs a lot. but itâs good to see you out for once. you never wanted to go out with us in high school.âÂ
he takes a sip of his drink, gaining a bit more confidence. "it's good to see you too, yn. you look... really nice tonight."
you smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the alcohol. "thanks, jake. you look good too."
then jake speaks, but the music and people talking and yelling is too loud for you to hear. and you really want to hear everything he has to say.Â
âletâs go somewhere quieter, itâs loud down here, right?â you yell so he can hear you. he nods and doesnât say anything.Â
you turn around and head upstairs, he follows along behind you. you feel his curiosity build. at the top of the stairs, you spot the bathroom and an idea forms in your mind.Â
âactually, i need to go to the bathroom,â you laugh, placing a hand on his chest. âwait here, i wonât be long.âÂ
his eyes widen, but he nods, biting his lip.Â
you enter the bathroom, but before you close the door you speak to him again, âactually, i have a favour to askâ could you unzip me? the zippers at the back and i canât reach.â you gesture behind you.Â
his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows and nods, following you into the bathroom and closing the door behind you both. you make sure to lock the door.Â
you turn so your back is facing him, the zipper on display for him, âjust unzip it, please.â
jake hesitates but reaches up, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulls it down, your bare back on display for him. you smile at him once he pulls away and you turn around to face him completely.Â
âjakey,â you tease the nickname, âhave you thought about me since our conversation in your bedroom?â
jake gulps but nods, his eyes trying to meet yours, trying to look confident, ây-yes.âÂ
you smile sweetly at him, âwhat have you thought about?â you take a step back and then jump onto the bathroom counter, crossing your legs. jake eyes your bare legs, the way your dress bunched up at your waist to reveal more.Â
âuh, just that i could make you cum, with my mouth.âÂ
you smile at him, though heâs too busy looking between your legs, your chest and the bathroom wall. âhm,â you pretend to think, âhow about we start with you showing me how you can make yourself cum?â jakeâs eyes shoot to yours at your suggestion, finally looking at your face since youâve stepped foot in the bathroom. âi mean, only if you want. but iâd kill to see how you jerk off to the thought of me.âÂ
you hear jake swallow roughly, âokay.âÂ
you canât help the devilish smile spread on your face at his one word, âtake your cock out.âÂ
jake tries to hide his shock, barely believing that this is happening, as he starts to unbutton his jeans and shove them and his boxers down his leg. his semi hard cock springs up, heâs obviously aroused just from unzipping your dress halfway. heâs so easy to get flustered that it turns you onâ you know this will be fun.Â
âshow me how desperate you are.âÂ
jakeâs mouth goes dry at your words as they send a thrill through his body. he reaches down and wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, giving it a few tentative strokes to make it completely hard and needy.Â
âthatâs it, dirty boy,â you coo, encouraging him, âspit on it. show me exactly how you touch yourself.âÂ
jake moves so his hand is under his plump lips, and then lets a dribble of saliva pool down onto his palm. he brings his hand back to his hard cock and starts to jerk his cock now. it glides more smoothly now, and jake feels the urge to buck into his hand.Â
âdo you think about me all the time when your little dick gets hard, jakey?âÂ
jakeâs cheeks burn, but he canât deny your words, âyesâŠâ he whispers hoarsely into the bathroom.Â
âspeak louder, jakeyâ i wanna be able to hear you.âÂ
âyes, i think about you.âÂ
you chuckle, itâs only just the beginning but you seem to have him wrapped around your finger.
âand what am i doing? when you think of me?âÂ
âyou touching me, sucking me.â jake manages to croak out, his voice thick with arousal.Â
as jake starts stroking himself faster, his breath comes in short gasps. you watch him with hooded eyes, a cruel smile playing on your lips, âyouâll only ever be able to think about me touching you,â you purr to him from your perched spot on the counter, âi only touch real men, men who can last and fill me up. and youâŠâ you shake your head, looking straight at his hard cock, âyouâll never be able to satisfy me.âÂ
jake whimpres, his hips bucking involuntarily, âi want to please you.âÂ
you laugh coldly, âplease me? you? with that tiny dick? you wonât fill me up. and the way youâre jerking off right now, you wonât last long enough to even try.âÂ
your taunts spur him on, his hand moving faster and faster. he bites his lip to stifle a moan, wanting to prove you wrong in this little game, but the more he tries to hold back, the closer he gets to the edge.Â
âsee, you wonât even last with just your hand, how would you be able to last in my pussy?âÂ
âi- i would try.â jake whimpers out, his eye is threatening to close. his hand starts to slow, wanting to last longer for you.Â
you hum at the action, âgood boy.â you dig your hand into your thigh, trying to control your own arousal, trying to pretend like you arenât turned on at all. ânow think that itâs me touching you. that itâs my hands stroking your hard cock up and down, getting you close to the edge.âÂ
you can tell jake starts to think exactly what you tell him, you stand from your position on the counter, you let your face nuzzle in between his neck, your warm breath sends shivers down his spine. âthatâs it, pretend itâs me and my spit all over your cock.â jake whimpers out at your words so you continue, âyouâre mine to play with, right?âÂ
ây-yes,â jake nods up and down, his thumb brushing over his sensitive slit before he continues to jerk his cock.Â
you canât say itâ due to this character in this game youâre playing with himâ but he looks so hot. the way heâs pathetically thrusting into his own palm, covering in his own spit and precum. his lip is tucked in between his teeth, his styled hair has fallen into his eyes. his whimpers and moans as he gets closer to his climax.Â
âcum for me now, jakey. let it go like a good boy.â you whisper to him, âthis is the only way youâll ever get offâ by jerking off so pathetically while i degrade you.âÂ
your words push him over the edge. jake cries out, a curse followed by your name. his body tensing as he spills his release, coating his hand and thighs with his cum. you step away from him, trying to ignore the way your pussy is clenching around nothing at the sight. because this is definitely a sight to see.Â
âwhat a mess youâve made,â you tsk at him, pretending to be disgusted by him, âbut i think you need to prove that you can do betterâ hold out longer. because then maybe, youâd someday get to feel my pussy around that pathetic cock of yours.â
your words make him whimper out. the combination of humiliation, degradation and his intense orgasm leaves jake reeling. he leans against the wall of the bathroom, trying to catch his breath as heâs covered in his own cum and saliva.Â
he watches you reach behind you and zip up your dress easily, quickly fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror before you smile at him one last time.Â
ânow clean up your mess and get yourself together, jakey. we donât want anyone knowing what happened here, do we?âÂ
with that, you unlock the door and stride out of the bathroom, leaving jake alone to process what just happened. your heart is still racing and your body feels dissatisfied and yearning for more. but you know that jake has awakened something deep within youâ and you canât wait to play with him again.
you walk into the kitchen the next morning, the light almost blinding after last night's party. the smell of coffee and bacon fills the air, but it does little to ease the pounding in your head. you see jake, joy, and heeseung already sitting at the table, all looking as rough as you feel.
"well, don't you all look lovely," joy's mother says with a chuckle, examining the four of you all hungover and tired.Â
as you sit down at the table in front of jake you try to muster a smile and say, "hi, jake," but he doesn't acknowledge you. he stares down at his plate, pushing his food around with a fork. the cold shoulder stings more than you'd like to admit, and you can feel a tightness in your chest.
you focus on your breakfast, determined not to let the hurt show. the last thing you want is for joy or heeseung to pick up on the tension. you take a sip of coffee, hoping it will jolt you back to life, but it only makes your stomach churn.
heeseung groans dramatically, leaning back in his chair. "hyunjin's parties never disappoint, huh?"
joy laughs, though it sounds more like a wince. "yeah, remind me to never drink that much again."
under the table, you poke jake with your foot to get him to look at you, he briefly does, but his warm eyes are now cold and glaring before he looks down at his plate again.Â
you nod along, forcing yourself to join in the conversation. "definitely a night to remember... or forget."
jake stays silent, not looking at you again. you glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to understand what went wrong. heeseung and joy are too wrapped up in their own misery to notice the silent exchange between you and jake.Â
you keep your head down, focusing on your food instead.Â
after breakfast, you sit back in your chair, hoping the food will settle your uneasy stomach. heeseung stretches and yawns. "how about a movie? something low volume to help with these headaches."
everyone nods in agreement, except for jake. he stands up, his plate still half full. "i'm going back to bed," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze.
you watch him walk away, a mix of frustration and hurt bubbling inside you. "i'll be right back," you tell joy and heeseung. "need to use the bathroom."
you hurry upstairs, your heart pounding. you catch jake just as he's about to slip into his room. without thinking, you reach out and grab his upper arm, forcing him to turn around and face you. his eyes are still cold, distant.
"jake," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "what's going on? why are you ignoring me?"
he looks away, his jaw tight. "i'm not ignoring you. just tired."
"no, you're not," you insist, stepping closer, not wanting anyone to hear. "you've been avoiding me since last night. do you regret what we did?"
jake finally meets your gaze, you can see the conflict in his eyes. once he sees your concerned ones, his cold expression starts to melt and blends into the usual, shy and embarrassed one.Â
âtalk to me, jake.âÂ
he sighs, giving in to easily to you like always, âitâs just⊠you left so quick. i didnât even get to say goodbye.âÂ
instantly you realize why heâs upsetâ your actions flashing in your head from the night before. you bite your lip in frustration at yourself, suddenly you were the one to be embarrassed. you understood how upsetting it can be for the other person to just leave so quick with no aftercare or reassurance. you want to blame the alcohol for your actions the night before, but thatâs no excuse. you shouldâve stayed for a few minutes.Â
âyouâre right, jake.â you state, his eyes meeting yours in surprise, âi shouldâve stayed longer. iâm sorryâ that wasnât right of me. we shouldâve talked more about what we are doing and how we feel about it. you know nothing i said during it was true right? like⊠about your dick and stuff. itâs all just for fun.âÂ
jake nods, unsure of what to say but is agreeing with you, so you continue. though, you canât tell if he truly understands that you donât mean the words you say during your time together.Â
âbesides staying longer, checking in on each other, is there anything else you would want? are you okay with what we are doing? with what happened last night?âÂ
jake gulps but stands up straight, looking at you, determined, âyes, i'm okay with what we are doingâmore than okay.â his confession makes you smile, âbut, i want to touch you, make you feel good, not just me.â
you bite your lip and think about it, âokay, we can do thatâ just give me time okay?âÂ
you usually donât let the people you are hooking up with touch you or see you naked until you are 100% comfortable with the person. when you trust the person. but youâve known jake for majority of your life⊠why would this be any different with him. you could trust him⊠right?Â
âyeah, sure. all the time, just for you.âÂ
you meet his eyes at his words. heâs always so sweet to you, it makes you feel more guilty for the night before.Â
âokay jakey, iâll see you later.â
âsee you later, y/n.âÂ
jake steps into his room and closes the door with a final wave. leaving you with your pounding headache and nausea. you sigh and head back downstairs to rest on the couch with joy and heeseung. youâll worry about your situation with jake later when you can think straight.
joy bursts into her bedroom with a squeal, her energy contagious. "oh my god, and i forgot to tell you what happened at hyunjin's party the other day."
you lift your head from the bed, curiosity piqued. "oh god, what?"
joy plops down beside you, eyes wide with excitement. "jeno and i kissed."
you sit up, mirroring her excitement. "what? no way! how did that happen?"
she grins, her cheeks flushing. "we were both pretty drunk, and we ended up talking in the kitchen. one thing led to another, and... yeah."
"oh my god, joy, that's huge!" you exclaim, leaning in closer. "how was it? did he kiss you first? did you like it?"
joy nods, her eyes sparkling. "yeah, he kissed me first. and it was... amazing. but now things are kinda weird between us."
"weird how?" you ask, your mind racing with possibilities.
"he's been acting all distant and awkward," she says with a sigh. "i don't know what to do."
you squeeze her hand reassuringly. "maybe he just needs time to process it. you should talk to him."
she nods, her smile returning. "yeah, you're right. i'll talk to him."
you both fall back onto the bed, giggling. joy turns to you, her expression softening. "ugh, i can't believe i forgot to tell you that. we tell each other everything. i forget you can't read my mind sometimes. i'm so glad we are best friends."
she pulls you into a tight hug, and you hug her back just as tightly. "no secrets between us, ever," joy says firmly.
"right... of course," you reply, but your mind drifts to jake.
you hug joy a little closer, feeling the weight of your own secret.
the heat is unbearable by the end of july, and you're grateful for the relief of joy's family's pool. you and joy have been lounging in the cool water all day, floating lazily and enjoying the rare stillness. the sun beats down, relentless, but the water makes it bearable.
jake and heeseung come out, both in their bathing suits. you can't help but check out jake's body. his muscles are more defined, his skin tanned. he catches your gaze and blushes, looking away quickly. it makes you smile. even after cumming in front of you, heâs still so shy.Â
the day drags on, the sun slowly sinking in the sky, casting long shadows over the backyard. heeseung eventually heads home, throwing a casual wave your way. joy decides to go inside, âi need to wash this chlorine out of my hair or else itâll feel disgusting.â you nod, watching her leave, and suddenly you and jake are alone.
the silence between you holds tension. you float closer to him, your movements slow and deliberate. he seems nervous, his eyes darting everywhere but at you. you find it endearing, his shyness, his awkwardness. he canât look at you in a bathing suit, how could he look at you naked?
"it's nice out here," you say softly, breaking the silence.
he nods, glancing at you briefly. "yeah, it is."
you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he's holding himself so tightly. you move closer, your fingers brushing against his under the water. he tenses, but doesn't pull away.
"you've changed a lot, jakey," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
he finally looks at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "so have you."
you tilt your head to the side, intrigued, âhow so?âÂ
he hesitates, his gaze flickering away before returning to meet yours. "you're more... confident. and, uh, you seem happier."
you try not to frown as his words bring you back to when you were in highschool. your parents were going through a divorce, your idiot highschool boyfriend cheated on you and you werenât doing well in school. the only thing you really had was joy and her family that welcomed you in so warmly. you guess you forgot that jake had seen you at such a dark time.Â
"yeah, those were tough times," you admit softly, your fingers trailing absently through the water. "but things got better."
he nods, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "i'm glad they did. you deserve to be happy."
"thanks, jake. that means a lot."
he shifts closer, his movements tentative and careful. "i always wanted to say something back then, but i didn't know how."
you raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "say what?"
"that you weren't alone," he says quietly. "that i was there for you, even if you didn't see it."
the vulnerability in his voice makes your heart ache. you reach out, your fingers brushing against his arm. "thatâs sweet of you, jakey."
he looks at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.Â
âyou said, you wanted to make me feel good too, right jakey?â you ask, your voice practically purring.Â
jake gulps at the sudden change in atmosphere. the sun is dipping down in the sky, youâre in a bathing suit that brings out the colour of your eyes, and now youâre talking about him making you feel good. he feels like heâs in heaven.Â
ây-yeah, if you want.â he replies shakily.Â
you smile at his sweetness once again, âthen go on and touch me.â you command, âprove to me that those fingers of yours are good for something.âÂ
jake hesitates, knowing that his pleasure is entirely dependent on yours now. but slowly, he reaches out and places his hands on your hipsâ the first time heâs ever touched you. âif your fingers canât make me feel good, then what hope does your cock have?âÂ
you watch jakeâs face, enjoying the desperation and determination in his eyes.
slowly, jakeâs hand goes under the way, tracing the hem of your bathing suit bottoms. you have to bite your lip to hold back your gasp. his fingers trace over the cloth of your swimsuit, until they hover over where your clit is.Â
jake begins to rub in slow circles, gently at first, then with more pressure as you struggle to hold back a soft moan.Â
âhm,â you pretend to scold him, âdo you even know how to touch a woman, or have you been too busy jerking off all by yourself?âÂ
âi, i know how to pleasure a womanâ i know how to pleasure you, i can pleasure you.â jake is determined as his fingers continue to rub your clit faster. you briefly close your eyes, the water around your core turns you on more.Â
âyou should, because imagine how embarrassing it would be for heeseung to come out here and see me having to fake my moans because of you.âÂ
jakeâs movements slow for a moment and you realize that youâve found another way to play with him. a sly smirk spreads across your face, âdidnât realize that anyone could walk out her and find you with your fingers against my pussy?âÂ
ân-no,â jake whimpers out, his eyes darting from your face to the backdoor.Â
you laugh at his worry, ârelax,â you tell him seriously, âthey canât see what we are doing under the waterâ itâs too dark.âÂ
he nods, and picks up the pace of his fingers against your clit.Â
you let out a moan, âthatâs it, youâre doing better than i thought, jakey.â you glance down at where his hand is curving against your body.Â
because truthfully, he was making you feel good. he was alternating between small circles and moving your clit side to side. the friction from your bathing suit rubbing against your clit made you squirm in the water.Â
you reach up, deciding to reward jake, and slowly pull the straps of your bathing suit top down, letting the fabric fall away to reveal your breasts. jakeâs gaze flicks to them, and your breath quickens. heâs looking at your breasts like they are the most beautiful thing in the world.Â
âyou want to suck on these, donât you?â you ask, running your fingers over your nipples, now hard from the cool water and his gaze. âbeg me, and maybe iâll let you.âÂ
without missing a beat, âplease, y/n, let me pleasure you. i want to taste you so bad.âÂ
you smirk, satisfied with his answer, âgood enough, letâs see what your mouth can do.âÂ
you guide his head towards you, and he takes a nipple into your mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more fervour as you moan quietly. your hands tangle in his long hair, holding him close to you.Â
ât-thatâs it, thatâs good.â your voice betrays you as you speak. you canât forget whoâs in control here.Â
jakeâs tongue flicks and teases, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. you pull his closer, his fingers on your clit donât stop. you start to grind your hips against his hand, your breathing becoming ragged as jake brings you closer to the edge.Â
"oh, fuck, i'm getting close," you whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. âi want to cum all over those pathetic little fingers of yours."
jakeâs tongue works faster, knowing that your orgasm is close and with a final grind of your hips, you cum. your body shakes with pleasure as you let your head rest in jakeâs neck to muffle your moans. he holds you firmly against himself, letting you ride out your orgasm.Â
finally, you pull away from him, panting and your eyes mix with satisfaction, âgood boy,â you whisper, running your fingers through your hair, getting it out of your face.Â
jake fights the urge to kiss you, knowing that it would be wrong (itâs all you want). so instead he asks, âare you okay?âÂ
you want to laugh but youâre too worn out from your orgasm, âyeah i am, iâm just hungry.âÂ
itâs jakeâs turn to laugh, âyou want to get out and get some dinner.â he offers you his hand to help pull you out of the pool.Â
you take his hand, letting him help you out, âyeah, iâm starving.âÂ
you both climb out of the pool, the cool evening air hitting your damp skin. he hands you a towel, and you wrap it around yourself, shivering slightly.
as you head towards the house, you glance back at him. "you coming?"
he nods, following you inside. thereâs a look in his eye that sends a shiver down your sprint. itâs a mix of infatuation and adoration and it scares you. heâs your best friend's little brother. what you two have going on is only a game, meant to be for fun.Â
but then why do you have this fluttering feeling in your chest everytime you see him?
"i can't believe you're leaving me here," you complain, sprawled across joy's bed as she packs to leave for the cottage with her family.
joy rolls her eyes, stuffing clothes into her bag. "it's only for three days."
"yeah, but that feels like a month to me."
joy laughs, shaking her head. "when we get back, we'll continue our summer of fun. we only have a month left."
you groan, letting your head fall back against the pillows. "don't remind me."
you watch as joy zips up her bag, her movements brisk and efficient. she glances at you, a fond smile tugging at her lips. you know she's excited about the trip, but the thought of being without her for three whole days feels unbearable. you wonder what youâll do without her⊠and jake.
"i should go home," you say, pushing yourself up from the bed. "it's getting late."
joy turns to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "text me if you need anything."
"of course," you reply, hugging her back just as tightly.
you pull away and head for the door, it's only three days, but it feels like an eternity. but, maybe itâll give you some time to think about whatâs happening between you and jake.Â
you wake up to your phone buzzing on your nightstand. you groggily reach for it and squint at the screen, reading joy's message.
 joy : [yn, jake isn't feeling good at all so we are leaving him home alone for the weekend. would you mind checking up on him sometimes?? thank you so much ily]
you sigh and rub your eyes before typing back,
you : [yeah sure, have fun this weekend]
lying back down, you think about how awful it is for jake to not be feeling well during the summer. you hope he's okay, and a pang of concern hits you as you imagine him alone in the house.
later in the day, you decide to bring him some soup for dinner, knowing he probably wonât cook for himself.Â
so when the sun starts to set again, you walk up to the familiar path on the door to joyâs house and knock softly, hoping jake is awake and feeling better. when thereâs no answer you point, and take out your set of keys, unlocking the door with the spare key that had given you years ago.Â
you walk inside the house, itâs eerily quiet without the usual chatter and noises of people being home. heading upstairs, you stop in front of jakeâs bedroom door, which is closed. you knock softly, âjake? itâs y/n.â
hereâs a pause before you hear his muffled voice, âjust go home, y/n.â
youâre taken aback. âi have soup for you.â
ânot hungry,â he mumbles.
you sigh, pushing the door open anyway. his room is dark, the curtains drawn tightly shut. you see him lying in his bed, blankets pulled up to his chin. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face. âjake, are you okay?â you start, reaching out to feel his forehead. âlet me take your temperature. oh my god you must be really sickâ have you taken any medicine?âÂ
he shrugs you off aggressively, sitting up abruptly. âiâm not sick!â he snaps.
youâre taken aback and confused. âbut, joy said you arenât feeling wellâŠâ
âwell, i lied, okay? so you can leave. iâm fine,â jake says, his voice laced with frustration, but his eyes canât stay on yours for long.Â
you sit on jake's bed, refusing to leave when heâs like this, "why did you lie to them, jake? what's wrong?"
he sighs, covering his face with his hands. "i just needed to be alone for a while."
"what's happened, jake?"
"nothing happened, y/n."
silence falls between you, the room feeling heavy with unspoken words. you watch him, his shoulders tense, his face hidden. you both sit there, processing the weight of the moment.
finally, you break the silence. "is it about me? us?"
jake looks up at you, his eyes filled with something that tells you youâre right.Â
"well, what is it? i'm here now, let's talk."
jake sighs but sits up straight, trying his best to look at you. "it's just, i don't understand what this is. i mean, why me?"
"what do you mean why you?"
"because there's so many other better guys that you could get, l-like heeseung."
you tilt your head, confused. "why would i like heeseung?"
"because he's like a real man, one that i'm not. one that could please you a-and fill you up." his words echo the ones you speak when you fool around with each other, and your heart aches knowing that heâs been taking your words to heart. that heâs locked himself away in his bedroom for the weekend because of you.Â
you smile and explain yourself, "jake, i don't like guys like heeseung. my university is filled with guys like heeseung. my attraction is to guys like you, kind, sweet ones that have no idea they're hot. if i liked heeseung, i would be with him and not you, right?"
he shrugs, "i guess."
"i think you're insanely hot, jake, you know that, right?"
jake looks at you finally, shocked. "you think i'm hot?"
you giggle, "of course, that's why i'm doing this thing with you. whyâd you think i was doing this with you if you didn't think i was attracted to you?"
he shrugs, "because i'm like the only one around really in this small town."
"jake, i am attracted to you, and only you."
jake smiles, "i'm attracted to you too, y/nâ you know i think you're beautiful."
it's your turn to blush now but you sigh, âthe things i say to you when we fool around arenât true. it only makes this, foreplay thing, fun, right?â you feel the need to explain yourself, âyou like what we do together, right?â and jake nods immediately and it makes you want to giggle, but instead you reach your hand out, your thumb rubbing against his warm cheek. itâs cute how he instantly melts into your touch. he looks so pretty against your hand.Â
you canât help but lean in close to him, leaving only inches between both of your faces from connecting, âyou know, jake,â you whisper to him, âif you want something, all you have to do is ask.â you see confusion cross his eyes as he takes in your words, âjust ask, and if i say no, then we can do something else, no harm done, right?â jake nods slowly as he analyses the meaning of your words, âjust ask.âÂ
jake swallows roughly, fighting his inner urge to look away from youâ but he keeps his eyes on yours when he speak, âcan i kiss you?âÂ
you smile at his simple request. how could you think heâd ask something dirty of you (though you wouldâve said yes to anything to him), when the jake you know has always been so sweet.Â
you donât answer him but instead lean in so your lips meet his. theyâre soft and warm. and the kiss is sweet and romantic. your heart begins to palpitate, and it scares you. you've never felt like this when you've kissed someone before. the sensation is new, and thrilling and slightly overwhelming.Â
you pull away first, your breath slightly unsteady. you look at jake, whose eyes take a while to flutter open again, clearly so entranced by your kiss. his gaze is filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief, as if he's trying to process the reality of what just happened.
âi told you, just ask.â you smile at him, your voice as sweet as him.Â
jake gulps, and you can tell he wants to speak again, and you wait until he organizes in his head about how he wants to say it. he looks at you again, his eyes looking directly into yours, âcan i eat you out? i want to. i want to know what you taste like.âÂ
your eyes widen at his request, a shiver runs through your body. the side of him that youâve been craving to see, a glimpse of the confident, assertive man that you know he is when youâre not around. heâs finally taking control, being dominant, and you donât stop him.Â
without further prompting, jake moves toward, getting on his knees on his floor as you sit on his bed. he kneels between your legs, his hands gently pushing your thighs apart. his hands run up your thighs, âwanna make you feel good, y/n.â jake says to you, his voice unwavering.Â
âthen do it,â you tell him.Â
his fingers hook inside your shorts, pulling them down in one swift movement, leaving your core bare before him. you feel exposed to him as he lets his eyes scan your pussy. he lets out a groan once youâre bare before him.Â
his tongue darts out, teasingly light as it flicks against your inner thigh. you inhale sharply at the sensation, goosebumps erupting across your skin. he takes his time, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of your legs, inching ever closer to your center. heâs teasing is so experienced.Â
finally, his mouth reaches your core, and he wastes no time in tasting you. his tongue delves into your folds, lapping at your juices greedily. moans escape your lips as his talented tongue teases your clit, circling and flicking it with just the right amount of pressure.
"fuck, you taste so sweet," he murmurs between licks, his breath hot against your soaked lips. "i could eat you out forever."
your hands tangle in his hair, guiding him closer, encouraging him to continue, âwould you like that, jakey? being in between my legs forever?â you tease him, wanting to see how far he would push back into the whole dominant thing. you pant, arching your back as he sucks your clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pulls and tugs at the sensitive bud. it makes you cry out.Â
âfuck yes, could be here all the time,â jake mutters out against your now soaked pussy. âdo you like my mouth on you, y/n? like the way my tongue fucks you?âÂ
you feel a wave of arousal wash through you and head straight to your core at his words. youâve never seen this side of him before. and youâre already enjoying it so much.Â
"yes...feels so good," you manage to utter, âi love your mouth on my pussy so much. i had no idea you were this good at it.â
jake moans in response, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. he adds a finger, then two, thrusting them into your tight hole as he continues to work your clit with his tongue. you buck your hips, riding his face as waves of pleasure build within you.
"oh fuck, I'm getting close," you warn him, your body trembling on the edge. "don't stop, jake! please!" the use of his full name makes him eat you out faster and harder.Â
He grunts in response, holding you firmly in place as he eats you furiously. and then, with one final swirl of his tongue and a hard suck on your clit, you explode around his mouth. your thighs tightening around his head. "hh god, jake!" you scream, your pussy clenching and pulsing as you ride out a powerful orgasm.
jake laps at your juices, reveling in the taste of your release. he continues to lick and kiss your sensitive flesh as the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through your body.
"that was...incredible," you breathe, before he leans up and kisses you, without even needing to askâ it turns you on more. you can taste yourself on his lips, a wicked reminder of the pleasure he just gave you.
âiâm glad you liked it, baby,â his pet name for you makes your legs squirm, âbut i really want to know what your mouth feels like wrapped around my cock.âÂ
you smirk up at him, loving this side of him. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss that is rougher and sloppier than the other ones.Â
you pull away first, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths before it snaps. his breath comes in sharp gasps and you know he's eager for more. with a slow, deliberate movement, you reach for the button of his jeans, popping it open before tugging down the zipper. his hips help you ease his pants and boxers over them, freeing his hard cock.
"fuck, yes," jake breathes, his eyes fixed on your face as you take him in your hands. his length is impressive, thick and veiny, the head slick with pre-cum. you give it a teasing squeeze, enjoying the way he bucks slightly into your grip.
"you like this, baby?" you coo, stroking him slowly, teasingly. "you like the idea of my mouth on you?" without waiting for an answer, you lean forward and swipe your tongue across the tip, tasting the small drop that beads there. "mmm, delicious," you hum, taking him deeper into your mouth, sucking gently.
jake's hands thread into your hair, guiding but not forcing. "fuck, baby, that feels so good. I've fantasized about this for so long. your pretty mouth wrapped around me, sucking me dry." His voice is hoarse with desire, his hips twitching as he tries to suppress the urge to thrust into your hot, wet mouth.
you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, your lips gliding over sensitive flesh. One hand cups his heavy balls, massaging gently, your thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind them. "You like that, Jake? Want more?" You hum against him, vibing your question straight to his groin.
he whimpers, his grip tightening in your hair. "yes, yes, don't stop. feels too good to stop." he bucks his hips, fucking your face gently, moaning as your tongue teases and flicks. "you're so good at this, baby. knew you'd be amazing." his words are punctuated by sharp intakes of breath as your tongue swirls and dances.
âhm, youâre such a desperate boy.âÂ
jake scoffs as he looks down at you, suddenly roughly grabbing your hair for you to look at him, âopen your mouth wider, iâm gonna fuck your mouth.â he understands the game you want to play, understands that you want to see how dominant he can get. he knows you want to be forced into submission.Â
you have to hold back your whimper at his words as they make your pussy clamp around nothing.Â
you do as he says, opening your mouth wider for him to slide his entire cock inside of your mouth, reaching the back of your throat.Â
âfuck,â a guttural sound leaves his mouth once you enclose your lips around his cock, your throat enwrapping his cock. he tangles a hand into your hair, slowly guiding his cock back out of you. âi wanna hear you gag on me, baby.âÂ
you moan around his cock, his words adding to the fire thatâs lit in your abdomen.Â
jakeâs hips move gently at first, sliding in and out of your mouth, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat every time. âthatâs it baby,â he encourages, his voice harsh as he looks down at you, âtake it nice and deep. thatâs what i want.â
As his rhythm increases, you sense his building orgasm, and you hum, the vibration making his eyes roll back. his once quiet bedroom was filled with his grunts and curses and the wet sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of your mouth.Â
you tap on his thigh and he releases your hair, letting your body lax on the bed and letting you catch your breath. you pull away, a stand of saliva connects your lips to his cock.Â
âwant you to cum in my pussy, jakey.âÂ
instantly, you can feel the atmosphere in jakeâs room change. he returns to his awkward, shy self and he canât look at you anymore. you partly wonder if he doesnât want to have sex with you.Â
âi mean, we donât have to have sex if you donât wan-â you start to give him an out.Â
â- i want to!â jake cuts you off with a rush, and he immediately looks embarrassed, âi mean, iâd like to, if you want to.âÂ
you smile at him, âare you sure?âÂ
âyes, itâs justâŠâ jake trails off again, having to gain the courage to say, âiâm a virgin.âÂ
your jaw unconsciously drops. youâre surprised to hear his confession. you thought he was experienced given how attractive he is. but his admission only makes him more desirable to you.Â
"don't worry, jake. we can take it slow," you assure him, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "i really want this, and I want you."
he nods, his eyes nervous but full of desire. you can sense his eagerness, and it makes your pussy throb with anticipation. slowly, you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off of your head, leaving yourself completely bare to his eyes.Â
jakeâs eyes widen as he takes in your body. you watch the brown orbs circle your entire core, watching as they move up and down your curves. it makes you giggle.Â
âare you gonna get undressed too, jakey? or just me?âÂ
ân-no, i will,â jake stutters and takes off his own shirt. it reveals his abs that youâve so desperately wanted to touch and lick the other week in the pool. so now that youâre alone, and youâve given up some of your vulnerability to him, you reach out and trace the hardlines of his abs. his skin is warm and his chest is practically panting from being so turned on.Â
âyouâre really so beautiful, jakey.âÂ
you hear him gulp as he watches you touch him. it turns you on so much to see how quickly he can go from being in control, to being wrapped around your finger again. heâs so versatile that it makes your pussy throb with all the ideas you can do with him.Â
youâre watching his adam's apple bob as he swallows, his eyes following your every movement. you push him down onto his bed so his head is on his pillow. you straddle his thighs, feeling the hardness of his dick pressed against your stomach. his hands rest tentatively on his sides, as if he's not sure whether to touch you or not. you take his hands in yours and place them firmly on your body, encouraging him to hold you.
"i want you to feel every inch of me," you whisper, grinding your hips against him. his dick slides against your clit, making you gasp at the pleasure shooting through your body.
"you feel so good," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need.
you smile, feeling powerful and desired. you lean down, pressing your breasts against his chest as you capture his lips in a passionate kiss. his hands move eagerly over your body now, exploring your curves. you moan into his mouth, your tongue dancing with his.
breaking the kiss, you sit up straight, taking his hands and placing them on your breasts. "touch me, jakey," you encourage him, guiding his fingers to pinch and roll your sensitive nipples. "that's it⊠fuck. you know how sensitive my nipples are.âÂ
jakeâs eyes are fixed on your breasts as he watches his fingers play with your nipples, making them harden even more. you arch your back, offering yourself to him, and his breath quickens as he takes in the sight.
"i want you inside me," you whisper, positioning yourself above his throbbing cock. you hover just above him, rubbing your swollen clit against the tip of his dick, making him groan and buck his hips instinctively.
"not yet," you tease, denying him entry. "i want to feel you fill me up first."
he nods, biting his lip as he tries to control his urge to thrust into you. you smile at his eagerness, loving how responsive he is to your slightest touch and instruction.
slowly, you lower yourself onto his shaft, engulfing his thick length inside your tight, wet pussy. you moan loudly as you sink down, feeling him stretch you deliciously. "oh fuck, jake... you feel bigger than i imagined," you pant, throwing your head back in pleasure. jake groans out as he fills you up. the way his name rolls off your tongue makes his cock twitch inside of you.Â
jakee watches, mesmerized, as your body rises and falls, his dick sliding in and out of your slick core. "you look so beautiful riding me," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips as if he wants to pull you even closer.
you quicken your pace, riding him with abandon. your breasts bounce with each thrust, your nipples rubbing against his chest. "does my tight pussy feel good around your cock, jakey?" you ask, grinding your hips in circles.
"so good... so fucking good," he grunts, his eyes rolling back slightly as he loses himself in the sensations. "i've fantasized about this... about you..."
hearing his admission sends a thrill through your body. you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you pound your pussy onto his cock, driving him deeper with each thrust. "you like my pussy, don't you?"
"fuck yes... it's so wet and hot... feels like heaven," he moans, his fingers digging into your hips as if he wants to leave marks. he gulps and you can tell heâs thinking about saying something, your hips enticing him to say it, âyou like my cock? the way it stretches you? fills you? i bet, ugh, you can feel how hard it is inside of you.âÂ
âmhm,â you whimper out to him, loving this side of him, loving when it comes out and makes your pussy squeeze around his cock tighter.Â
you sit up straight, your hands reaching behind to grip his thighs as you bounce on his lap. "tell me if you're close, jake. i want you to cum inside me."
he nods vigorously, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined. "i'm close... so close..." he observes how wet your inner thighs are as you bounce up and down on him.Â
You increase your speed, your pussy juices coating his shaft as you slide up and down so quickly, âcum for me jake, fill my pussy with your hot cum.âÂ
jake grunts out, moaning your name, he arches his back, his body tensing as he releases his load deep inside of you. you feel his cock twitching with each spurt, sending ripples of pleasure through your own body. "that's it, baby... fill me up," you encourage him, continuing to ride him through his orgasm. your own orgasm following his. the twitching of his cock releasing his sperm makes your pussy clamp down, your body shakes and your hands grip onto his chest harder as the orgasm washes through you.Â
finally, he collapses back against the bed, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. you sit atop him, feeling his cum leaking out of your well-fucked pussy. you lean down, kissing him softly. "that was incredible," you murmured against his lips.Â
he smiles, a mix of satisfaction and awe on his face. "you have no idea how long i've wanted that..."
you trail kisses along his jawline, a sense of power coursing through you. "i think i do,"
you slowly get off of jake and lay beside him, your chest starting to slow itâs movement as you catch your breath. youâre suddenly aware of the cooling sweat on your skin and the sticky mess between your thighs. the post-nut haze starts to lift as you register the reality of what just happened. you scan the room for your clothes, hoping to dress quickly and slip away. but jake is quicker than you.Â
jake stands up and goes to the bathroom, wetting a cloth and coming back to your position in bed. he sits beside you, and looks you in the eye for permission to clean you. you nod silently, and let him open your legs. he gently wipes the saliva and cum off of you. the feeling is intense as he takes care of you.Â
he presses a soft kiss onto your knee cap and you feel like your heart is gonna explode in your chest from sheer panic. this is all too vulnerable, all too intimate to what you are used to.Â
when jake goes back to the bathroom to clean himself, you hurry and dress again. you beeline straight to the front door of the houseâ not looking at any family pictures on the wall, not being able to bear to see your best friend's face right now.Â
padding softly towards the door, you stop to look back one last time. it was just sex, you tell yourself. and yet, you can't shake the feeling that something has shifted between you and Jake.Â
just as you begin to pull the door open, you hear his voice call out, soft but insistent, âwait y/n!â your heart leaps into your throat and you turn, seeing jake standing there, fully clothed now. âi have to tell you something.âÂ
your heart feels like a lump in your throat as you swallow roughly, âwhat is it?âÂ
he takes a deep breath, his expression vulnerable. "i like you, y/n. i've always liked you since we were kids. i've just never said anything because i've been too shy andâ and insecure. you deserve someone better than me."
your heart aches at his words. "jake, no. you're the best person i know. you don't deserve someone as awful as me." it breaks your heart to see him so insecure, especially around you. you've noticed how he is different when you aren't there, how he's more outgoing and confident.
he shakes his head, his eyes filled with earnestness. "no, y/n, that's not true. you're amazing, and i wish you could see that. i've always been afraid to tell you how i feel because i didn't think i was good enough for you."
"but jake, you are good enough. you're more than good enough." you squeeze his hand, trying to convey just how much you mean it. "i've been hurt before. that's why i don't get into relationships. i'm scared to be vulnerable, to let someone in."
"i understand," he murmurs, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "but iâll be here for you, whenever you need. i want to be with you.â
you swallow, "but what about joy?"
he hesitates, then says, "i know it could be complicated, but we can figure it out together."
you nod, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. "i like you too, jake. more than i realized. but i'm scared."Â
jake smiles softly at you and wraps his arms around you. you let yourself melt into his arms, taking in his scent and warmth. you feel safe for the first time in your life. feeling safe and being held is all youâve ever wanted. you didnât want to be the one in control all of the time. jake allows your walls to be downâ allows you to be vulnerable and safe at the same time.
"i'm scared too," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "but i think we can make this work if we try."
you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "i hope so."
you leave his room, your heart lighter but an anxiety settling upon you. you hope no one gets hurt in this. youâve been hurt too many times and you would hate to see the ones you care most about being hurt.Â
 as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but feel a sense of relief. maybe, just maybe, you could be happy.
you and jake have been seeing each other for a few weeks now, careful to keep things secret. it's not that you don't want anyone to know, but you're not sure how joy will react. she's your best friend, and jake is her little brother. the dynamic is complicated, to say the least.Â
one evening, joy is hosting a small get-together at her place. a few friends from high school, some new ones from college, and, of course, jake and you. you and jake have gotten good at sneaking glances, sharing secret smiles, and brushing against each other in passing without anyone noticing.
but tonight, something feels different. the tension between you and jake is palpable, and you catch joy watching you both a few times with a curious look in her eyes. you try to play it cool, but it's hard when all you want is to be close to him.
at some point, jake and you meet in the hallway, away from everyoneâs prying eyes. jake takes this opportunity to slip a hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. you smile at him, your heart fluttering at the simple touch. everything he seemed to do made your heart ache more for him.Â
"what's going on here?"
the voice makes you rip your hands away from each other. but when you turn and see your best friend, so visibly angry and confused, you know itâs too late.Â
you and jake freeze, exchanging a quick, nervous glance. you clear your throat, trying to come up with an explanation, but nothing comes to mind.
"uh, nothing," you stammer, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
joy narrows her eyes at you, then at jake. "nothing, huh? because it sure looked like something."
jake sighs, realizing there's no point in hiding it anymore. "joy, we need to talk."
joy raises an eyebrow. "yeah, i think we do." she crosses her arms over his chest, her eyes glaring at you both of you.Â
jake takes a deep breath and looks at his sister, "joy, y/n and i have been seeing each other," he says, his voice steady but nervous.
joy's eyes widen even more. "what? since when?"
"a few weeks now," you admit, feeling the need to finally be honest.
joy looks between the two of you, her expression a mix of surprise, anger and confusion. "why didn't you tell me?"
"because we didn't know how you'd react," jake explains. "you're my sister, and y/n is your best friend. we didn't want to make things weird."
joy stands in her place, her gaze flickering between the two of you, âi can't even look at you right now, y/n. i have to go."
panic surges through you as joy turns to leave. "joy, no please, we can talk about this." you reach out and grab her wrist, desperation in your voice.
she snatches her wrist away, glaring at you. "talk about what? that youâve been lying to me for weeks? i thought we told each other everything, y/n. this is too much."
without another word, joy storms off, heading back to her room and leaving her party and guests behind. the music and laughter feel distant and hollow as you stand there, guilt and regret washing over you.
you glance at jake, his expression mirroring your own feelings of hurt and regret. you both know the pain you've caused joy. the pain youâve caused the only person who has stood by you your entire life.Â
but jake grabs your hand again, comforting you. you know that you canât leave this relationship with jake behind. you need to find a way for you to be truly happy with both siblings in your life.
the next day, you find yourself knocking on joyâs bedroom door. the air still heavy with unresolved tension as she opens the door to see you. she groans and walks towards her bed, leaving the door open for you to enter.Â
you sit across from joy on her bed, her expression softening as she takes a deep breath.
"i'm sorry for walking away like that," she begins, her voice quiet but sincere. "i've had some time to think, and i realize now that i wasn't upset about you and jake dating. i was upset because you kept it a secret from me. our whole friendship relies on knowing everything about each other."
you nod, feeling the weight of her words. "i'm sorry too, joy. i've been a bad friend. i didn't want to hurt you, but i didn't even know my own feelings towards jake. everything happened so fast, and i was scared."
joy reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "i understand. i just felt left out and betrayed, but i get it now. we all make mistakes,â she nods understandingly.Â
"i promise i won't keep anything from you again," you say, your voice filled with determination. "you're my best friend, and i don't want to lose that."
joy smiles, a genuine warmth returning to her eyes. "i forgive you, y/n. letâs move past this, okay?â she opens her arms up, letting you wrap your own arms around her. the hug is tight and loving, like usual.Â
as you both pull away, you notice jake standing at the door, a sheepish look on his face.
"i overheard your conversation," he admits, stepping into the room. "i'm really sorry too, joy. i never wanted to come between you two or cause any problems."
joy looks at her brother, then back at you, and smiles. "it's all good, jake. just promise me you'll take care of each other and be honest with me from now on."
"we promise," you both say in unison, causing joy to laugh.
"well, at least we will be sister-in-laws someday," she jokes, making you all laugh.
the thought of marriage might be far too soon, but as you stand there with your best friend and jake, the idea doesn't seem so far-fetched. the three of you hug on her bed.Â
you know that maybe someday your best friend would become your sister-in-law, and her little brother would become your husband. for now, you're happy, and that's all that matters.
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I have read this more times than I dare to admit even on this platform..
And @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler writing about marines with dogtags, touching the top of your chest when uhm yeah uhm, interacting with you, with the dogtag dangling on top of you, briefly gracing your skin every time they uhm... pass... goddamn. Now I need to read this agaaaaaiin...
Bucked & Fxcked
Label Mature 18+
Finding out there is a military deployment party at the live music hall across from your college immediately entices you and your room mate. Bored with college boys you each excitedly plan to snag and shag a handsome soldier for the night, but when you lay eyes on two of the most handsome and suave majors you have ever seen in your life you canât decide which one you want more. They both tease and seduce you in ways that get you so hot between the legs you flirtatiously admit you wish you could have both.
Upon hearing your words and realizing they won't get an opportunity like this with such a beautiful dame again they come to an agreement, they'll share you. They bring you back to their base in one of the Majors offices locking the door and double tapping you with pleasure the entire night.
No established relationship
Gropingâąobjectificationâądegradation âąfingeringâą bitingâą gspot fem âąnippleplay âąclitplayâąrestraint âąthreesomeâąoral sex m/fâą P in V âąsex on a deskâą oral sex f/mâą multiple orgasms âąsimultaneous orgasmsâąsquirting âą bukkake (2 males ejaculate on female )âą cum eatingâą after care
Inspo: needing to be Fxcked by both Bucks đ„”
~*Bucked & Fxcked*~
You and your room mate get dressed in form fitting low cut tops and A-line skirts putting on lip stick and heavy mascara before leaving the dorms at 7:30 in the evening.
You are taking the half mile walk together with dozens of other girls from the college campus to have some fun at the live music dance hall.
All the girls are in their prettiest dresses giggling excitedly walking arm in arm gossiping because a platoon of soldiers will be there for a special military event dancing the night away before they deploy.
You and your room mate have already had quite the sexual experiences sneaking college boys into your dorm room after midnight for quick romps going through the roster never feeling completely satisfied.
You were both very excited to try something daring and new.
As you approach the establishment you hear the swing music getting louder. People surround the well lit dance hall talking, laughing, some coupled up already kissing. You see cars parked in the distance with couples inside making out.
You nudge your room mate pointing it out to her and she smiles mischievously, you both thinking the same thing, it's the pure debauchery you are expecting. The double doors to the dance hall swing open as a couple walks out arm in arm the music is blaring and there is a surge of excitement in the air as you enter.
The space is enormous red white and blue fan fare hanging everywhere. American flags stars and stripes draped colorfully on full display every where you look.
The dance hall is so loud, the brass band is deafening as you look to the players on stage. The floor is packed with a sea of men in green and brown uniforms holding colorfully dressed young ladies giggling, swirling, dipping, twirling, its orchestrated chaos. They nearly miss colliding with each other doing dangerous and provocative dance moves dizzy with excitement and booze.
You are so excited in this environment until your friend is immediately swept away by a handsome soldier who smiles at her twirls her and pulls her onto the dance floor with him. You smile at each other as she giddily waves farewell.
You head to the bar feeling your mood dip without her, she got swept up so quickly, you want to see if you can bump into anyone else you know from campus as you make your way through a crowd of dancers near the blaring trumpets being played on stage.
You are stopped in your tracks by a pair of dancers almost knocking into you, just as they clear your path, your eyes lock onto two of the most dreamily handsome Majors you've ever seen in your life.
They are standing with their elbows rested on the high tables in the drinking area near the bar. They are overlooking all the actions of the lower ranks.
Your gaze must have lingered a little too long because they both look over at you and make eye contact smiling so gorgeously you are shocked and wave politely.
One is a tall blonde with a gorgeous face, plump lips, strong jaw, perfect nose, and big blue eyes. The other is a towering brunette with a handsome face, broad nose, full lips, angular chin, and flirty blue eyes.
Your heart begins pouding as they wave back. The brunette making the signal he wants to meet you at the same time the blonde points to you to gesturing hes coming over. You laugh to yourself in shock as they both head your direction.
It's probably the sexiest thing to have two handsome men walk across a room and approach you. They are taller than you expected, you look up to them when they are standing directly in-front of you. They both smile at you making you blush, they are so clean cut and neat, they smell amazing.
When they try to speak to you over the music they begin laughing unable to get their words across you are all too close to the stage and can't hear a thing with the saxophone blaring. Finally the blonde leans into your ear "Come to a table it's quieter" he says holding your gaze nodding and gesturing you to come, you nod smiling and follow them.
They pick a table at the back corner farthest from the stage in a more secluded area.
Once you all settle down the music is at a manageable level and you can finally hear each other speak. "Hi!" you say cheerfully just happy to look at their handsome faces up close.
They each take a turn shaking your hand " I'm Gale" says the blonde "Im John" says the brunette, their eyes full of attraction as they stare at you.
"The boys call me Buck and him Bucky not to confuse you, the nick names are a long story" Gale says and looks at John to confirm but hes too busy giving you the dreamy eyes. Gale smacks him lightly on the chest for staring at you like that.
John snaps out of being mesmerized by your beauty and flashes you his normal pretty smile his flirty eyes still making you blush, heat creeping up your neck as you smile back politely.
Gale just shoots John a knowing look, it's the night before deployment so there is only one thing on all the men's minds at the dance hall, securing a girl for the night and now he and John are both set on the same one, you.
"Can we get you anything to eat or drink?" Gale asks politely as John rubs his fingers across his lips and chin admiring you. "Oh no l'm fine I'm actually a student at the college so they feed us supper every night, and seeing its Friday my friend said all the military were having a deployment party here so we wanted to get out and have some fun." You smile innocently and look away hiding your lustier intentions.
John rests his elbow on the table covering his mouth he turns away from you hiding his smile thinking you are so naive coming to a bar full of sexually deprived soldiers for fun looking this good.
"Well where is your friend?" Gale asks perking up thinking maybe he can introduce John to her and secure you for himself because you are clearly the most stunning girl they've both ever seen and he doesn't want to compete with John the entire night.
You scan across the dance floor and spot her just as the solider from earlier is holding her with both hands twirling her around panties flashing as he dips her.
"There she is, and wow that soldier is a really good dancer!" you say excitedly.
Gale and John shoot looks at each other knowing shes dancing with the number one play boy on the base before John blurts out "Yea she's not coming back to the dorm tonight!" and they both burst into laughter.
Your face flushes a little hot from them making fun but you remain calm and you show some assertiveness
"Well that's the plan gentlemen we don't want to go back to our dorm tonight" you retort and they both fall slack jawed.
"You don't say" Gale says in amusement, his eyes flashing attraction now as he looks at you. "What are they teaching you young ladies in college these days now anyway?" He asks intrigued, his voice turns sultry.
You feel the heat rising in your core as he locks in on your sexual deviancy wanting to know more. You look away hiding your sudden shyness as you answer "All sorts of things" your voice softer feeling you've just admitted to all the sex you've been having. "Is that so?" he says leaning closer staring at you so intently you return your eyes back to his. John clears his throat to interrupt the sexual tension and blocks Gales advances by speaking up.
"Well if you're not going back to your dorm, and you are planning to leave here with one of these fine gentlemen." He says extending his arms to show just how many you have to chose from in the dance hall before continuing "Which one are you choosing to leave with?" He asks with intent, his eyes full of all his hidden thoughts about you as he smiles.
When you smile back at John and then Gale, your face flushes as you feel the heat creep up your neck again.
You bite your lower lip trying to regain composure.
He and Gale flash each other looks, they've been serving in the military together long enough to be synchronized communicating with just a glance or a gesture. They have both decided it is now a competition. They sit back looking debonaire and cool awaiting your answer of who is the victor.
"If I had to chose one?" You say scrunching your nose cutely uncertain of which one you want more. You feel the arousal pooling between your legs as they both stare at you so seductively.
You decide to play with them "I wish I could have you both" you admit flirtatiously. Their faces look shocked making you giggle. "Both? " Gale says stunned. John looks around in disbelief holding back his laugh that you couldn't decide. "Yea just for one night" you say nonchalantly actually really liking the idea now seeing how competitive they are, all the attention would be on you.
Gale and John look at each other as they realize you are serious. Then it sets in that you really aren't going to choose and that they'll never have an opportunity like this with a beautiful dame like you again. "Would you excuse us just one moment." Gale says his face flushing red as he tries to act unfazed. You bashfully nod secretly wondering if they'll both agree to take you at the same time tonight, you squeeze your thighs together wet at the thought.
They stand and walk only a few steps away turning their backs to you lowering their voices "I think she's serious." Gale says with a stunned expression on his face making John start chuckling.
"Shes definitely serious and I kind of want to do it just to see the surprised look on her face when she realizes what she's asking for." John says smiling mischievously. "Getting fucked by the Bucks?" Gale says making them burst into laughter.
Gale comes to his senses and gets more serious
"Alright the ground rules then; if it get awkward we stop, if she starts screaming for her life we definitely stop, I get one side you get the other, and I think it could work." John smiles and agrees to the plan going insane with the fact you've already astounded both of them.
Gale peeks over his shoulder and sees you sweetly smile and wave flirtatiously at him, you like how they are being so shy and cute now.
"Yea look at her John she gets finer by the second, let's go get her." They break their huddle and return. Gale extends his hand to you and as you take it he wraps his arm around yours John extends his arm to your other side and you wrap your arm around his too. You try to contain your giddiness and excitement as the three of you leave together.
You exit the loud dance hall into the quiet night arm in arm with two handsome strangers. You are laughing inside of your head how crazy the idea is and how it's coming in to fruition.
You approach the military car and Gale gets his keys as John gets your door. You sit in the back seat and John gets in to sit next to but Gale pulls him back by the collar of his military jacket. "In the front" Gale snaps sternly with a look of 'don't touch her yet'. John laughs he really wanted to sit and talk and get to know you more, but Gale canât have that.
During the short drive to the base Gale keeps peeking in the rear view mirror at you. "If you need anything let me know" he says actually feeling anxious that you left the dance hall with them rethinking the whole thing.
John on the other hand is fully invested "So what's the real reason you have to have both of us? What are you expecting us to do once we get here?" he asks peering back at you over his shoulder.
"Just have a little fun" you reply casually. You've already had so many trysts you assume if one can't satisfy you the other one could. "Is anything off limits or is it a free for all" he grins cheekily elbowing Gale who's focusing so hard on the easy drive that John knows he's too worked up in his head over this.
"It's just sex" you roll your eyes gently. For you it's a basic missionary hump for 2 minutes like all of your encounters they would definitely be top 10 for most handsome though.
"It's... just... sex" John repeats your words deliberately getting Gales attention shielding his lips discreetly mouthing ("I don't think she's had good sex") Gale tries and fails to hold back a quick laugh, finally breaking his nervousness. He realizes you think one will take you and then the other, having no idea of all the sexual things he and John are going to make you experience tonight.
You look out the window and see the entrance to the military base, its gigantic so many barracks and buildings it's practically its own town surrounded by barbed wire fencing. Gale slows the car down and shows his ID to the guard who salutes him and lifts the road block.
They drive in through the rows of buildings until they reach an office structure Gale hops out and comes to get your door. The base is unusually quiet all the men still at the dancehall partying the night away.
John gets his keys out first and unlocks the front entrance to the building the three of you walk inside through the lobby to an office door. You read the name plate 'Major Gale Cleven' as he unlocks and opens it.
Once you enter Gale clicks on the lights and John locks the door bolt behind you. They immediately begin to toy with you letting you know you are their plaything to be shared.
Gale steps in and kisses you as he gropes you all over your dress around your derriĂšre and up your chest squeezing your breasts in both his hands.
John watches getting hard and jealous seeing Gale get to touch all over your body. Gale gives him a show that you'll let them do anything to you and firmly squeezes his hand around your derriĂšre before pulling your dress up over your waist holding it there to show John your panties.
Gale breaks from the kiss with you "Come take her panties off and finger herâ he says. You are so aroused loving how they speak to each other taking charge over you. Gale begins kissing you again holding your dress pinned up in the back for John.
When John kneels down behind you, his fingertips touch up your soft thighs reaching to your hips and hooking his thumbs in your panties sliding them down.
He looks at your perfect derriĂšre and kisses across your exposed cheeks in worship. Theyâve already done more than you've ever experienced your panties cling to your wetness as he pulls them lower. "Gale shes fully soaked" he says pulling your panties all the way down. Your pussy is glistening in his face, he trails his finger through your folds collecting your arousal gently rubbing your tight entrance making you clench around nothing.
He takes two fingers spreading you open like a book massaging your inner folds inches from his face getting drunk with arousal on the sight of your pussy. He slowly inserts his two long fingers inside of you making you moan into Gales mouth breaking his kiss "How does she look?" Gale asks through ragged breaths his cock already solid.
John whistles "It's one of the most pretty pussies I've ever seen" he says sliding his large fingers in and out of you amping up your arousal tilting his fingers to reach toward your navel and curling them back down making you moan loudly into Gales face.
Gale pulls your top halfway down exposing your breasts and rubs them gently in his hands. He trails soft kisses up your neck then pinches your nipples so hard it makes you bite your lower lip stifling your moan in your throat as you clench on John's fingers.
"I know I know" Gale coos at you "We're giving you things you never even knew you needed" you nod feverishly you love it your core pulsing as you feel your climax start. You are getting so wet with arousal it begins leaking out of you down John's hand as he fucks you with his fingers.
"Gale she's going to cum she's already dripping down my hand how should we take her?" When John says it, your face flushes and your knees buckle from pleasure.
"Make her cum on your fingers, I want to make her cum again on my tongue " Gales looking in your eyes as it registers what he said you moan from his dirty words. Youâve never experienced anything like this before, it makes them smile they are turning you out in so many ways.
John cups his large hand holding your bottom cheek kneading it as he plants kisses then gently bites into it.
When you feel the pinch of his teeth in your flesh it makes you clench so hard inside that he knows your about to orgasm. He begins pummeling his fingers into you so feverishly it makes your body shake as you feel the force of his knuckles wetly smacking against you.
Gales looking you in the eyes but you aren't able to focus back anymore just moaning lost in the pleasure of John's fingers about to make you cum. Your brows already knitted with your mouth panting and deeply moaning, your core clenching. "You like it when he fingers you?" He asks a little jealous.
"Yes Yes YES YES YES!" You repeatedly yell in his face triggering Gales jealousy. He reaches his hand between your legs finding your clit and rubbing it in time with John's finger-fuck. It makes you have an earth shattering orgasm instantaneously between both men.
" OH GOD OH G.." Gale cups his large hand over your mouth muffling your repeated moans and continues his assault on your clit making you cum so hard. It was so easy for them to make you orgasm he knows he can get one more. "John keep fingering her I want to make her cum again" he says it looking you in your blissed out eyes. You already feel the tightness building inside of you ready to be released again when he says it.
John turns his fingers inside of you from curving up to facing downward. He slides them up toward your navel this time hooking a squishy spot inside. Your body jolts when he finds it making you shiver and see stars. He pulls his fingers over it in a 'come here' motion pushing his fingers deeply in and out of your soaking entrance until your thighs are trembling and you are almost crying moaning into Gales hand.
He rubs his other two fingers over your wetness into your clit strumming it until your body tenses and you can't catch your breath. Tears rim your eyes as Gale removes his hand from your mouth seeing you so blissed you are unable to even breathe .
Your body gives in and your core snaps giving you such a powerful release from the orgasm that you feel like you are on cloud 9. John is still slowly hooking that special place inside until your shoulders shudder and you come down collapsing against Gales chest. He shushes you petting your hair as you breathe rapidly onto his neck the orgasm draining your energy entirely.
John slides his fingers out of you and sucks them clean licking his lips enjoying the sweet taste of you. He stands up his thick cock erect and strained in his pants as he begins to undress.
âYour doing so good for usâ Gale coos and begins to make out with you cradling your head in his hands probing his tongue in your mouth. His cock is so hard he brings your hand down to touch him and you gasp in his mouth realizing both of these 6ft tall men are going to be so big between the legs it makes you whimper.
Once John is fully naked Gale passes you to him
"Hold her for me" Gale says as he gets undressed.
John holds you at your waist trailing his hands up your pulled down top to your exposed breasts. He softly circles his thumbs on your nipples.
You look at his wide chiseled chest, placing your hands there looking down farther and audibly gasp seeing the size of his length as he presses it against you without taking a step. His girthy cock a dark pink color just beneath his abs between his thick thighs. John smirks at you seeing the reaction heâs been waiting for.
"Turn her around " Gale says after he heard you gasp from Johns size. John turns you to face away from him holding your upper arms firmly.
You watch Gale finish undressing down to his boxer shorts, he slides them off revealing his long thick cock with a big round tip that makes your knees go weak.
"Hold her tight" Gale tells John and he grips your arms so you can't move.
Gale approaches you and continues pulling your top all the way down cupping your breasts in his hands. He leans in and slides his tongue out licking circles around your nipple until you start to moan then he licks the other. He switches back to the first nipple and slowly sucks it in his mouth twirling his tongue around the bud until you begin to squirm rubbing your knees together then he pinches the other one hard making you moan.
He alternates between each breast with either love or torture until your core begins pulsing from all his flicks and licks and pinches. You begin moaning deeper and rubbing your thighs together for sexual relief, you are absolutely soaked. He releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop the sensation hitting right to your core as your knees buckle and John keeps you standing
Gale reaches behind your waist unzipping your skirt letting all your clothing fall to the floor. You stand between the two men all three of you completely naked.
Gale looks you over head to toe nodding in approval stopping to stare between your legs, your thighs trembling drenched with your own arousal. "John you are right this is one of the prettiest pussies l've ever seen" He says smiling as he slides his hand between your legs cupping your folds. He forces you back into John's hard cock, the tip firmly pushes through the back of your thighs rubbing against your wet heat . You let out a high pitched shaky moan and shudder having hit your peak of pleasure.
The sound makes both of their cocks twitch at the tip.
"Put her on the desk" Gale says as John picks you up, his giant arms setting you back down on the desk and spreading your legs apart with his hands holding your upper thighs. John is so greedy for you and begins passionately kissing you lining himself up to push himself inside of you.
Gale snaps at him "Lay her flat on the desk and hold her down she needs more" Gales unspoken rule is he gets you first. John goes around the desk as Gale takes his place standing between your legs caressing your upper thighs. John helps you lay flat on your back and holds your hands above your head pinning them against the wood holding you by your wrists. You look down to Gale poised between your legs and then look up to John pinning your hands above your head to the desk. You are completely at their mercy.
"It's just sex huh?" Gale asks repeating your words from earlier to show off his prowess. He kneels down between your legs spreading your thighs wider until your knees are against his desk, he parts your pussy lips open and latches his mouth on your wet folds sucking and slurping them with the tip of his tongue and the suction of his mouth you completely give into him loving it so much.
He flicks your clit so hard with his tongue your back arcs from the table. You moan loudly as your hips jump up almost unable to withstand what he's doing. You look up and see John's eyes staring darkly at you loving seeing how aroused you are getting and wanting to give you more.
He pins your wrists with just one large hand taking the other to squeeze one breast at a time caressing your nipples with his flat palm then pinching them repeatedly until you begin writhing and moaning on the desk due to the sensations from both men.
You are panting and moaning loudly feeling so tight in your core as John pinches your nipples and Gale thrusts his tongue deep inside your pussy. Your moaning intensifies into a stronger tantric rhythm of âYES YES PLEASE OH GOD YES YES "as you are lifting your hips into Gales mouth. Your wetness slipping all over his lower face.
He stops to wipe his mouth and pins your hips firmly to the table with his hands so you can't move. "John she's noisy when she's about to cum make her be quiet" he says diving back down between your legs.
John presses his soft plush lips on yours in an upside down kiss eating your moans as Gale eats your pussy.
Your eyes squeeze shut as your body clenches so tight your back arcs from the table body tensing until your core snaps releasing clear liquid arousal all over Gales mouth, you moan into John's as you orgasm for them both.
Gale removes his mouth from you, his lips and chin covered in your clear slick cum. He licks his tongue as far around his lips as he can he can't get enough of your taste then he grabs his shirt from the floor wiping the rest. He throws it back down returning to his position between your legs.
Your vision is blurry, hearing distorted legs trembling body shivering. You feel so high from the pleasure you are delirious. "I've never felt like this before, Ive never cum like this before " you whisper to both of them your body feels like you are floating off the table. John leans in and kisses your mouth, seeing you in such pleasure he wants to be inside of you so badly. Gale pulls your body to the edge of the desk flush against him slipping you out of John's grasp breaking the kiss. "We haven't cum yet" Gale says making your core start throbbing.
John gets impatient you can see the flash of anger that he wants relief but Gale keeps taking you. He moves to your right, looking over your pretty body his giant cock pulsing as he's getting ready to pleasure himself over you but you reach out and grab him around the base first making his abs clench and his face flush as he locks eyes with you and you stroke him off.
"Are you that needy?" Gale snaps watching you give John a hand job. Gale in a newfound competition for your neediness runs his tip up and down your wet folds making you moan loudly "MMMM YES YES PLEASE!" you cry out wanting him inside of you. "Quiet her with your cock" Gale tells John.
John shudders from arousal staring at your pretty mouth open and moaning not planning to use you like this. He takes your head turning it to the side to face his pelvis and you release your hand from his base as he slides his heavy cock into your wet mouth filling it up.
You feel his tip squish at the back of your throat but he can't fit completely in your mouth due to his size. A small gasp escapes Johns lips at how amazing your mouth feels on him. He gently slides his large cock in and out of you mouth coating his length in your saliva.
Gale stops rubbing his tip through your folds as you leak arousal all over his desk from sucking John's cock, he wants finish you with his and places his hands on your hips lining up and pushing himself between your legs. Your moans are stifled with your mouth full of John's cock, and your entrance makes Gale slow his pace immediately. " Fuck she's tight!" he says loudly and begins working his length half way out, half way back in until he can begin smacking his hips between your legs burying his cock fully inside of you.
John is already blissed out eyes lidded his adams apple bobbing. He places his large hand on your head holding it in place as he thrusts into your mouth his powerful thighs flexing as he uses you.
You feel so aroused having both men satisfy you and themselves at the same time. The familiar tightening of your inner coil begins. The more each of them rams their cock inside of you the tighter your core gets until your moaning on John's and clenching on Gales. The tightened coil springs free inside of you giving you a sweet release thatâs is so euphoric you donât want it to stop . Your moans of extreme pleasure are muffled on John's cock but your fluttering walls gripping Gale tightly are the tale tale sign for him, once he feels you orgasm on him he wants to cum.
He slides his heavy cock into your tight soaked entrance faster and harder until it's making obscene squelching sounds. He starts pounding his hips between your legs making you scream on each hit vibrating John's cock in your mouth. Once you earn the first moan out of John feeling your mouth suck and vibrate on him he can't stop.
They both begin groaning in tandem getting off at the same time their deep guttural moans sound so good its cataclysmic to your ears and rattling your brain.
"I'm gonna cum" Gale yells as John shouts "fuck fuck fuck" thrusting in your mouth quickly and slipping his cock out unloading hot spurts of cum all over your chest. Gale pulls out of you too pumping his shaft vigorously making depraved moaning sounds as his body tenses and he spreads his silky warmth all over your naval.
They take several seconds to calm down staring at you covered like a sexy pastry "Should we make her taste us?" Gale asks already knowing the answer John grins they each dip a finger in their cum and bring it to your mouth. You suck Gales finger first then John's. Gale goes to get a towel to clean you up.
John grabs your jaw turning you to face to him caressing his thumb on your chin, he wants you more and to himself. He stares into your pretty eyes making him fall for you instantly a shiver running through him thinking you are the sexiest thing in the world.
Gale returns from the sink with a warm wash cloth gently wiping over each breast and down your naval cleaning you completely of their combined cum.
Gale sits you up slowly on the desk checking on you
"Are you alright?" He asks. You look up at him smiling weakly " I feel really good" you say smile spreading bigger across your face. He already has to have you again, he holds your waist caressing your naval with his thumbs. He's feeling things that he doesn't know how to process because he and John will never get over this.
John sees you both having a moment and feels crestfallen thinking he should just leave. He collects his boxers putting them back on as Gale looks around and finds his.
You slip off the desk and collect your clothing stepping into your skirt. "Where are you going?" they both say in unison. "I thought you would ask me to leave" you say thinking it's easier to leave as quickly as possible and never see them again. "You're staying the night I'm taking you back in the morning" Gale says. He goes to a blank wall of his office tugging a cord and releasing a pull down queen size Murphy bed.
"Oh" you say surprised. Gale enters his office wash room retrieving a tooth brush and a towel with one of his boot camp shirts handing them to you finalizing the stay.
You smile to yourself that Gale wants you to stay. You enter the bathroom brushing your teeth listening as Gale and John debate outside about the sleeping arrangement because John wants you to stay in his office instead and they can't come to an agreement.
You emerge from the wash room looking cute to break the tension " Do you guys want to take a shower with me?" You ask sweetly and they both drop the argument. Gale enters and starts the water, when it gets to temp he moves out of your way letting you step in first.
You rinse your hair and body as they brush their teeth.
Gale finishes first getting in the shower with you, John enters second. They tower over you in the small space as they take turns rinsing their bodies off. Your eyes can't stop staring at either of them feeling like it's heaven on earth. Shiny wet muscles, large hands, smiles, abs, large cocks, strong thighs.
They satisfied you so completely you can't even think about sex your body is only craving rest.
John finally gargles playfully and spits water out from the shower head finishing first. He takes a quick flirtatious peek at your body before exiting the shower. Gale turns off the water and hands you your towel and you use it to get dry.
Both of them dry off and wrap around their waists. As you finish drying your hair Gale helps you pull his boot camp shirt over your head. "Thank you" you say shyly in appreciation "It suits you" he says admiringly. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the bed
He turns down the covers and ushers you in you crawl and sit in the middle. John is putting on his boxers getting dressed to leave when you lock eyes with him
"Can you stay?" You ask nicely and he smiles at you then looks to Gale whose his lips are pursed in a definite no. "Weve already done ...everything else together...might as well actually sleep together " you smile at Gale sweetly to persuade him.
Gale doesn't respond he just goes to click off the main light in the room. You lay down and look at John patting the bed for him to come lay next to you, he smiles and climbs on top of you and planting a small kiss on your forehead to say thank you. He lays on your left side getting under the covers spooning you from the back holding you to him by your hip.
The remaining bathroom light clicks off and Gale joins a second later settling in front of you face to face placing his hand on your waist pulling you to his chest, John pulls you back to his side and Gale pulls you back to his side once more until they settle with Gale placing his hand on your waist and John placing his hand on your hip, you lay directly between them cuddling in the dark as you all fall fast asleep.
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SHE SHOULDâVE BOUGHT CURTAINS. Thatâs a thought that crossed her mind, scanning through the front window that looked out into the yard. The sun was creating a warmth into the kitchenâthese were things she definitely wouldnât miss living in this house.Â
There werenât many things she would miss, but if she could think of anything sheâd probably think of the happier moments. She could remember the smiles they shared between each other, the giggles that released from her lips as he made her laugh, the joy of showing her child what a family oriented household could be. All that was about to change.Â
Her attention was pulled away from the window, a voice coming behind her. A hum of approval released from the personâs lips as they held a wine glass within their hand, allowing the sweetness of the liquid to ignite their taste buds.Â
âYou may have a horrible taste in men, but you damn sure have a good tongue for wine.âÂ
She turns her head at her older sister, Serena, then continuing to lean against the window with a soft shake to her head. Her sister was never the type to hold her mouth to anything or anyoneâshe always reminded her of just how bad she was at identifying a toxic relationship.Â
âDo you really think right now is the time to be shitting on me?âÂ
âWhen will it be a good time for you to hear the truth?âÂ
That makes her go silent. Itâs not that she wasnât grown up enough to face reality, but sheâd done enough crying about the matter of it allâbeing divorced at twenty-seven wasnât something she expected. Sheâd known her ex-husband since she was twenty-two, falling immensely in love with one another, talking up hopes and dreams of being together forever. He showed her things no other man hadnât, sweeping her off her feet so well that she immediately agreed to marrying him. It couldâve also been the fact that she was pregnant at the time, but she pushed that thought to the side.Â
Having someone to call home had its proâs, but it also had its manyâmany cons. As the years had gone by, she learned him. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, for sickness. But only being able to part ways by death wasnât something she wanted with him, realizing he had a life made for her that she didnât want for herself, always wanting to make choices for her. Fuck that.Â
As she stared down at the princess cut on her ring finger, she thought to herselfâshe didnât even like princess cut designed jewelry. He did.Â
Her sister then speaks again, âSay, when is that moving company supposed to get here? Did you catch the name of any of the guys?âÂ
She shook her head in response, âUhââ checking the email as she reads, âFushiguro, thatâs the last name of the owner.â
âIs he hot?â her sister questions, smirk along her lips.
She blinks, turning towards her as she asks, âAnd why would that matter?â
âWellââ Serena takes another sip of her drink, âYouâre a divorcĂš before the age of thirty, youâre still attractive, and youâre basically a widow! I think you should hop on the next dick the second you get the chance.â
Shaking her head at her opinionated sibling, she disagrees, âNope, no. Iâm just gonna work on bringing my regular customers back in, and focus on Saiâyour niece, by the way, did you forget that my child is more important than some dick, Serena?âÂ
âWhat about you though? When are you going out to have some fun? Look, Iâm not saying you should hook-up the first nigga you see, but Iâm just saying your life shouldnât be entirely fufilled between your business and daughter.â
She sighs, âI wanna have fun, Iâm not a grandma. But we havenât even gotten out of this miserable ass house yet. Let me justâdecompress for a bit. You know Nathan would die before I had another man around Sai so soon,â she recalls, sighing as she reaches onto the kitchen counter to grab a glass, beginning to pour some wine for herself.Â
Thankfully getting off of her case, Serena then pulls back with a sigh, âOkayâOkay, Iâll get off your ass about it,â She holds up her hands in defense, âJust giving you some advice! Donât want you to be an old spinster-ass-bitch!âÂ
âGirl, fuck you.âÂ
The both of them laugh together, humor becoming their common ground as the tension within the room falters. As they continue to talk, they notice as a steel black semi-truck pulls to the front of the driveway from the window. Itâs not what either of them expected, a bright and bold serpent painted against the vehicle, yellow eyes almost three dimensional.Â
âI think the moving people are hereâŠâ Serena mutters, her eyes peeking over to the window.Â
At the same time, the sound of tiny feet smacking along the floor catches their attention. A pink tutu romper appears within both womenâs eyes, Sai holding a doll within her hand as she raises her arms to be carried upwards.Â
Serena watches as her younger sister playfully groans, pulling her up onto her hip as she smiles, âAnd what are you so excited for?â
âLook, mommy, we have visitors!â Sai calls, pointing out the window.Â
They all looked back to the moving truck that parked just in-front of the house. When the door opens from the semi, Serenaâs eyes couldâve popped out of her head.Â
She notices her face as she questions, âWhat?âÂ
âOh bitch, yoâ moving man is fine as hell!âÂ
Serena nearly trips as she gets closer to the window, almost pressing her face against the glass as she watches. It causes her younger sister to frown, placing her daughter back along the ground to figure out what she was going on about.Â
âGirl, what the hell are you talking aboutââ
She halts. Her eyes follow through the window as she watches a man, noâa man step out of the large truck. She wasnât sure if he was as pretty as an angel, or devilishly attractive. The black muscle tee and overalls he wears compliment his olive skin, the dark ink of his tattoos spread all across his large arms and what looks to be his chest, traveling beneath the fabric of his shirt. Heâs tall and broad, nearly stretching everything he wears. She takes notice of a serpent tattoo that swirls around his left armâsimilar to the symbol on the truckâstarting from his shoulder and slithering down to his palm. She follows up to a strident face, strong jaw, full pink lipsânot to mention the immense amount of ink along his neckâ coming all the way up to onyx hair, a cigarette poking from his scarred lip. His dark eyebrows make a natural frown, trying desperately to hide him from the sun.Â
Serena squints deeply beneath the sun hitting them as she whispers, âWho the fuck⊠is that? Ohâoh my god⊠who the hell did you hire, a moving man or an assassin?â Â
She frowns, âWhy an assassin?â
âCause he can kill thisââ
âAye!â She smacks her arm, âSai is literally right here, dumbass!âÂ
Serena rubs her arm as she pouts, âMy bad. Damn.â
The two women in the window continue eyeing him, up until they donât realize how hard theyâre staring. The demon that essentially walks along their property takes notice of them from a distance, and he unexpectedly raises his arm with a smirk, giving a short but almost shy wave.
She turns back towards Serena and asks, âUhâŠwhereâs Nathaniel? Did he leave?â
âHm?â Her sister looks back at her, and her face drops into a disgusted look, âOhâughâRight. Almost forgot about that prickâŠâÂ
 As she mutters to herself, the moving man begins unloading a few boxes from the truck, glancing back over towards the front window, and he notices both women looking out at him again.
He raises a dark brow to himself, setting the boxes down at the doorstep before he heads up to the front door. From the window, both the sisters could see his muscles flexing through his tight attire and the sweat that gleamed along themâand all that ink.
She makes a noise as she feels herself being pushed by Serena who exclaims, âGo open the door, stupid!âÂ
Rolling her eyes, she calls to her daughter as she says, âBaby girl, go up to your room, please?âÂ
It happened all in a matter of seconds. Before she can process her daughterâs reaction to her question, Saiâs already running towards the front door, swinging it open which causes both women to call out her name.Â
âSai!â
Once the door was open, the man almost immediately looked down at her, as if heâd seen her running through the house to be defiant. A smirk grew on his face as he squatted down, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to greet the child.Â
He gives a little wave, âHey, cutie. And who might you be?âÂ
From what both women could hear, his voice was deep and veryâŠhot.Â
Sai stared up at the tall man, holding her doll close to her chest as she held the door with her small fingers. Her small voice then greeted, âIâm Sai. I live here with my mommy.â
The man hums, still smiling as he crouches down to her level. He had a very muscular build but he looked surprisingly friendly, especially as scary as his stature was.Â
 âSai⊠thatâs a very pretty name for a pretty girlâŠâ he chuckles, âYour mother around?â
Taking a deep breath, she appears around the corner as she gently grabs for her daughterâs hand, turning her eyes back towards the man that looked even better up close. She gets a good look at him as he stands up fully, towering over her in a way she hadnât expected. But just like her shock, he seemed to be in a state of aweâshe just couldnât see that.Â
Her brown skin was a russet tone from the sun, freckles blown all around her face as her slender toffee eyes stared at him in curiosity. Dark eyebrows that arched as if she was mad or in deep thought, middle parted onyx hair that flowed in crimped waves down her back. She was different from most women heâd seen. Her pierced nose that sparkled in the light, the face tattoo on the left side of her dark and fluffy lashes. Jewelry roamed all around both of her ears, fingers, wrists. She was like a fairy. She was ethereal.Â
What really stood out to him was the flower cascaded tattoo that started from her neck, traveling all the way down to her right arm, almost similar to his. He could see it from under the blue and sea green dress she wore, the material backless and having a low dip between her breasts. She was sensual, even if she just stood there.
âYou canât just be opening the door, baby,â she lightly scolds her daughter, bringing her eyes up to him as she exhales, âIâm sorry. You umâmust be the movers. Fushiguro, right?â
The man still halts to take in her beauty as she stands before him. She was⊠stunning. His eyes glance over her body, focusing on the tattoo that traveled down her arm, his mind trying to get a glimpse of what was on her hidden skin. He almost forgets what he had to say as he just⊠stared at her.Â
He finally speaks after he comes back to his senses, âYeah, thatâs right. But you can just call me Toji,â he answers.
âStoney,â she introduces, placing her hand out to him.Â
The man behind Toji then asks, âThatâ your real name?â
She blinks, not answering for a moment. She then replies, âGot charged back in high school for throwing a rock at a girl. She lived.â
Toji chuckles at her words as he takes her hand with his own, large and rough to the touch. He takes notice of her jewelry and small hands.Â
âStoney⊠thatâs a real unique name too,â his co-worker comments again, watching as Tojiâs hand lingers against hers for a few seconds longer.Â
He glances behind him when the other guy speaks up and Toji rolls his eyes, âYeah, yeah. Shut up already,â he mutters before looking back at her, âAnyway, where should we take your things?â
âSorry, umâdo you mind just holding on? My ex-husband should be here soon. Heâs the one paying soâŠI just donât want you working for free.â
âWe have to get a move along,â the man behind Toji says, Stoney looking behind him.Â
She puts her hair behind her ear as she nods, âRight. Iâm sorry.â
Toji gives her a quick glance as she mentions her ex-husband. Sheâs divorced.Â
âItâs alright,â Toji takes back, trying to sound at least a little bit polite, turning back towards his co-worker with a deathly stare, âHeâs a dick. Donât worry about it, we can wait.â
She takes a breath as she looks back to Toji, ignoring the other man as she says, âThank you. Do you guys wanna âŠcome inside? You can get some water and stuff before you get to moving shit. My daughter has already seemed to invite you into the home before I could introduce myself,â she gives a smile, Sai giggling beneath her.
Toji chuckles again, âNah. You donât gottaâ go through that trouble.âÂ
His co-worker then butts in, âActually⊠some water would do us good, itâs been a damn hot day today.âÂ
Toji nearly glares back at him before he states, âUhâyeah. Sure. Thank you.â
Stoney turns, beginning to pull Sai towards the kitchen with her, large hips round within the dress she wears, nearly wanting to rip through the fabric. She doesnât notice Tojiâs eyes against her. Not that it was her concern, but she was hoping he seemed the least bit physically attracted to her. Guess he didnât.Â
Her sister then greets the men as well, reaching her hand out and grabbing Tojiâs as she says, âOh wow, look at that, Stoney. Nice hands. Strong. Good for moving boxes.âÂ
Stoney rolls her eyes, âPlease ignore my sister.â
He chuckles, âIâm good with my hands,â he replies back, shaking her hand with his own strong one before letting go. âDonât worry.â
âSo, how long have you had this company?â Serena asks, âIs it a family business, or just you?âÂ
Stoney passes water to both men, taking her daughter as she sits against a chair to half listen to their conversation. Itâs not that she wasnât interested, she was just more focused on texting her ex-husband for a third time.Â
âIâve had it for about four years or so.â he answers, âNah, itâs not a family business. Itâs all me.âÂ
âOoh, a working man by himself. Hear that, Stoney?â Her sister pulls her attention again, giving her a smirk.Â
Stoney rolls her eyes, âI hear,â she brings her eyes back up, âHaving your own business is a pain in the ass.âÂ
âStoney owns her own business as well,â her sister adds on, crossing her arms with a smirk as she sees Tojiâs eyebrows raise.
âReally?â he questions, glancing over at Stoney sitting in the chair, âWhat kind of business do you have?âÂ
Stoney shakes her head, âItâs nothing as big as a whole moving companyâŠIâm a ceramicists. I make stuff out of potteryââ she then pauses to cover her daughterâs ears, ââŠAstrayâs, bongs, plates. Shit like that. Itâs not a big deal.â
Toji canât help but smirk when she covers her daughterâs ears so she wonât hear her mother curse. He found it cute.Â
âNot a big deal?â he repeats, âShit, sounds like you make good ass money. Iâve seen some ceramicistsâ work, especially glass. They make a pretty dime doing that type of work.â
âTell that to her bastard of an ex-husband,â Serena scoffs, Stoney quickly cutting her off, âHey. Chill.âÂ
Stoney then turns back to him, âThank you. I just got back into my business. Had to put it on hold when I had Sai. So itâll be an exciting little journey for me.â
âWell, all the power to you.â he says simply, ignoring the sisters' comments to each other beforehand, âHow old is your daughter?âÂ
âHow old are you, baby?â Stoney looks down to the little girl, âYou remember?â
âIâm four!â the little girl replies, lifting her small fingers to show her age.Â
Toji lets out another chuckle at the innocence in her
 tone, âJust four years old⊠sheâs adorable.â
âSheâs actually five,â Stoney chuckles, âWeâre still working on numbers. Sheâs moving into public school instead of the daycare sheâs been in, so sheâs really excitedâŠâÂ
She then pauses, realizing as sheâs over explaining. She only ever did that with people she was comfortable with. Or liked.Â
She then pulls her hair behind her shoulder with an awkward chuckle, âSorry. You didnât ask all that.â
âYouâre good. Keep talking to me.â
Stoneyâs eyes flick up at him, seeing as he crossed his arms over his chest, awaiting for her to continue. She couldnât help but notice the depth of his eyes, a steel grey that knocked into all of her senses. Serena raises her eyebrows, shrugging as she takes a sip of her wine.Â
âIâIâumâanyways, I hope it isnât too hot for you guys today. I can try to help as much as I can.â
Toji noticed the way she shifts within her seat. She was easily reactive. He then shakes his head, âYouâre not paying me for shits and giggles. Weâve got this, no worries.âÂ
Sai then says, âCan I go back up to my room?âÂ
âSure, baby. Iâll call you back down when itâs time to go.âÂ
Stoney gives her a kiss on the cheek, Sai turning back towards Toji as she says, âAre you coming with us to our new house?â
Toji smiles at Sai, âYeah. Iâll be there,â he answers, watching as she giggles, âYay!â before running up the stairs disappearing into her bedroom.Â
Heâs silent for a few seconds until he looks back over at Stoney before stating, âYour kidâs a sweet one.â
âDonât give her too much credit, sheâs a kiss-ass in front of new people.â
Her sister then disagrees, âNow you know damn well that girl donât be all sweet on new people. Sheâs like a dog or a newborn, can always sniff out the good ones. Youâ married, Toji?âÂ
âJesus, Serena. Can the man breathe without you asking invasive ass questions?â Stoney glares.Â
Her sister shrugs, âJust curious.â
âNo, Iâm not married.â he answers, finally taking another sip of the cold water they gave him, his dark eyes never leaving Stoneyâs.
When Stoney sees that he looks directly at her while answering the question, she focuses her attention on her wine, her face becoming warmâsheâs unsure if itâs the drink, or her nervousness.Â
Serena then nods, âYouâre extremely handsome. Any reason why youâre not married? Crazy? Commitment issues? Dead wife?â
âGirl!â Stoney gripes, âDonât be a bitch.â
âNo dead wife.â he answers back, a smirk appearing on his face, âJust havenât found the right woman to marry.â
âHm,â Her sisterâs eyes flick him up and down as she then nods to Stoney, âCommitment issues.âÂ
âAlright, my sister will be leaving now!âÂ
Stoney stands from the chair, placing her hands on her sisters shoulders, pushing her towards the door, âThe moving guys are here, so you can kick fuckinâ rocks. Goodbye!â
Toji watches as her sister leaves, not trying to hide his amused expression as Serena complains on her way out the door. She gives him a wink as she mouths, âCall meâ, exiting the house with a loud slam to the door. Â
ââŠI can see why you need a break from her.â Toji says with a dry chuckle, placing the now empty glass down on the nearby counter.
âImagine coming from the same womb as her,â she sighs, turning her attention back towards her phone, rolling her eyes as she says, âIâm sorry. He should be here soon. UmâŠlet me put a couple more boxes outside the door so itâs easier for you guys.â
Toji nods at her words, watching her as she walks off to one of the areas and brings down at least two boxes. His eyes couldnât help but linger on her for just a few moments as she walked, his eyes boring at her ass.Â
He shakes away his thoughts as she comes back into the kitchen as he asks, âYou got a lot more stuff to move?â
âItâs just boxes, a lazy boy and my sofa. I hope it isnât too heavy for you guys, I seriously donât mind helping,â she offers, staring in between the both of them, âItâs gonna be hot, and my daughter is gonna talk your ears off while this happens, so I want to extend an olive branch.â
He shakes his head, âYou donât gottaâ worry about it, momma. We move heavy shit all the time,â he answers, his eyes locked onto hers.Â
She nods, âOkay, wellâhow about I buy you some cigarettes? Some top dollar shit. I saw you smoking before you knocked on the door. Whatever you smokeâon me. Or I can make the both of you a little astrayâYeah?â
Toji raises his eyebrows, a little bit surprised at her offer as he asks, âYouâ trying to bribe me?â giving her a smirk again as he spoke.
She giggles awkwardly, âNo! No. I justâfeel bad for making you guys wait. Seriously, let me do that for you. Otherwise I might cry.â
âYou gonna cry if you donât buy any cigarettes for us?âÂ
She was adorable. Actually adorable to him.Â
She rolls her eyes, âIâm trynaâ be nice here. I could be like my hoe-ass sister.â
His chuckle is attractive to her. She didnât mind hearing it as he then says, âThatâs cool too. Iâd rather you not feel like you have to do something for us, we can wait on your ex-husband.â
She then sighs, crossing her arms almost like a child. She finishes off with, âIâm getting the cigarettesâActually, if you donât mind, I think you guys should at least move the sofa first. Thatâs the biggest thingâ and the heaviest, so you can do that now. Iâll grab some more water, and the rest can wait until he gets here.â
Once he nods to his partner, she makes her way back to the kitchen, glancing at her phone and trying to call Nathaniel. No answer. Again. As she puts her phone up to her cheek, she watches from afar as both men grunt, effortlessly picking up the large furniture. Her eyes glance over Tojiâs large arms, flexing as he holds the sofa up on his shoulder. She wonders what else he can hold up in the air like that.
So much for a phone call back. As they make their way outside towards the truck, a car comes speeding into the driveway, Stoney nearly rolling her eyes as she jumps at the abrupt vehicle. Both men halted their movement, placing the sofa down as they were at alert from now fast the car was moving.Â
She calls to both Toji and his partner, âYou guys okay?âÂ
âWeâre fine.â Toji answers, his eyes then falling on the now parked car, watching as the driver's seat opens. Stoney hid her irritation as her ex-husband had finally arrived back to his own house.Â
âYouâre late, Nathaniel.â
He steps out of the car, not at all acknowledging the truck or the two men that stand across from it. He lets out a scoff as he slams the door, âI said Iâd be here at 12. Iâm here now, arenât I?âÂ
He then looks over at Toji and his partner, an unreadable expression on his face. âYou brought movers? You donât even have that much shit.â
âYou hired them, did you forget?â She frowns, ignoring his light jab, âYouâre supposed to pay them. This is your house, Nathan.â
Nathaniel smacks his lips, âIâm here, why are you still talking? Youâ just wanna hear yourself complain.âÂ
Toji raises an eyebrow, his partner glancing at him as he fully takes his weight off of the sofa he leaned into. He asks, âYouâ good?âÂ
Stoney blinks at the question, shaking her head as she says, âIâm okayââ
âIâm asking him.âÂ
When she realizes that he was asking Nathaniel, her eyebrows raise. The sweet nature heâd given off faded quickly, seeing as he looked between her and her ex-husband, his face entirely serious. She wasnât sure why her heart was beating so fast.Â
âCan you just pay them, please?â She tries to change the subject, hoping that this man stops looking at Nathaniel. His stare was deadly.Â
Nathaniel frowns towards Toji before muttering, âWhatever,â shoving his hand into his pocket as he then takes out a wad of money, reaching it out to him.Â
Toji doesnât budge, flicking his eyes down to the money before looking back up at him. His partner then reaches out as he presses his lips into a thin line, taking the money himself as he politely thanks him.
Nathaniel then turns his attention back towards Stoney. He eyes her in a way that she didnât appreciate, almost as if he was disgusted with her.Â
âDonât you think you wanna put some clothes on?â He glares at the dress she wears.Â
Another thing Stoney was aware of, now that they werenât together, he couldnât call her insulting terms as a result of the way she dressed. But that didnât mean his reactions didnât hurt. She crossed her arms, biting her cheek as she turned away, making her way back into the house to keep herself from becoming upset.
His employee immediately counts it to see how much they were given, while Tojiâs eyes linger on the ex-husband as he continues to speak.Â
âDid she plan to get dolled up for some movers?â Nathaniel asks, scoffing once more.
Toji then interrupts, âYouâ only gave us half of what you owe.â
Nathanielâs head snaps over to Toji as if heâs shocked by the sound of his voice, as if he was surprised that heâd even spoken to him again. He snarls, âI gave you exactly what was agreed on.âÂ
Tojiâs eye twitches at the guyâs words. He counters, âYou gave us fifty percent. We agreed that youâd pay a hundred percent upfront.â
âWhat are you trynaâ say? That I canât give you the money you seem to need so badly?â Nathaniel twists his face up.Â
Tojiâs partner then tries to keep the peace as he calmly responds, âSir, thatâs not what weâre sayingââ
ââFuck are you getting pissy for? You agreed to pay us a hundred percent upfront before we even showed up here,â his jaw clenching, âI was nice enough to be here longer than I was supposed to be on account of your ex-wife who apologized for your fuck upâs. I could add charges onto my shit if I wanted to.â
âEverything okay?âÂ
Stoney appears back outside, holding a box that she seems to struggle with a bit, her eyes falling against Toji who seems to be upset.
Tojiâs eyes fall onto Stoney when she appears back outside, and for a moment he had almost forgotten about her from how pissed he was. His irritation and anger towards Nathaniel quickly melted away just at her presence.
âEverythingâs fine,â Toji flatly answers, when in reality he wanted to choke-slam this man through his own vehicle.Â
Nathaniel laughs mockingly to himself, shaking his head with disbelief, âOf course, itâs fine. This mover is just giving me a hard time for some extra cash.âÂ
Tojiâs jaw clenches again. Yeah, he was definitely creating a hole in the front of his raggedy ass carâwith him in it. But before he can retaliate, he remembers Stoney struggling with the box in her hands. He comes up to her as he takes the item from her arms, essentially trying to calm himself.Â
âNathaniel, please stop being rude. Whatever else needs to be covered, I got it,â she brushed off, not wanting a scene to happen in the drive through.Â
She watches as Toji then comes forward to take the box from her hand, a breath releasing from her as she exhales with a weak smile, âThank you, youâre sweet. Umâis everything really okay?â She asks more softly.
Her ex-husband mutters something under his breath as he makes his way past them to go into the house, Toji paying him no mind. His eyes stay focused on Stoney, seeing as she follows behind him towards the truck.Â
âIâm good,â he reassures, âYour ex-husbandâs a fuckinâ idiot.â
That makes her quietly laugh, âWorld renowned news. How about I go get those cigarettes, and then we meet back up to head to my place, yeah?â
The corner of Tojiâs lips twitches into a smirk once more at her words. He felt comforted by her, it felt strange.Â
âYeah, thatâs fine with me,â he answers back, letting out another subtle chuckle, âWeâre almost done loading the heavy furniture anywaysâŠjust the smaller stuff left.â
She nods, âGood. Donât worry about him. HeâsâŠa stupid-head,â she rolls her eyes.
âA stupid-head, huh?âÂ
âDare I sayâ an idiot-box. Anyways, let me go. Iâll see you guys in a bit.â
 She waves him off with another smile, hips twisting naturally as she makes her way towards her car. Toji watches her walk to her car, his eyes catching glimpses of her ass once again as she walks, a sight that he definitely wasnât complaining about.Â
âSee youâŠâ he says back, his eyes lingering on her until she disappears into the car.
About an hour passes, by the time she arrives back to a place she used to call home, she holds a plastic bag with a couple of cigarette cartons, new paint bottles, and gloves for her future projects.Â
The moment she pulls into the driveway, her daughter comes running outside. She halts the car, stepping out as she gripes, âJesus, Sai! Please donât run in front of Mommyâs car.â
âIâm sorry, mommy!â Sai pouts, running towards her anyways, coming up to her mother and hugging her leg.Â
Stoney reaches down and scoops up the girl into her arms, picking her up quickly, âYou gotta be careful, baby. I donât want you getting hurt.â
âOkay, mommy,â Sai replies, her voice still young and high.Â
Toji and his partner watch as Stoney scoops the girl up into her arms, his eyes flickering between her and her daughter as she walks closer to them.Â
She presses a kiss to Saiâs cheek, which makes her giggle. She then turns to Toji, seeing as the sun now has him drenched in sweat, dripping down his arms and into his shirtâhis overalls now pulled down past his hipsâ the sight making him look even more attractive.Â
She brings her focus back to his face as she asks, âUhâŠyou guys ready to go?â
He lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, the fabric getting stuck to his skin for a moment. He then looks over to her again when she speaks, his eyes flickering down to the plastic bag in her hand.Â
âYeah, weâre ready,â he answers back, nodding.
Once she puts all of the rest of her things into her car, it takes them about thirty minutes to get to her house. It looked almost similar to a condo, the divorce settlement paying off the debt of this houseâa place her and her daughter could grow up together. Maybe start a family of their ownâwithout her ex-husband. But unfortunately, he was always going to be Saiâs father.Â
As she opens the door, she watches as Sai gasps excitedly at the home. She giggles as she runs around the halfly furnished home, spinning in circles with all the room she has.Â
 Stoney smiles, âYou like it, baby?â
âI love it, mommy!âÂ
 Toji and his partner trailing behind them, the both of them taking a glance around, silently observing the place before Toji comments, âNice house.â
Stoney sighs, âThe bastard paid for it. Not by choice. Word of advice, donât not sign a pre-up to someone you wonât end up with. Otherwise, theyâll strip you for all you have,â she winks, scanning her eyes around the black and white modern home.
âSounds like youâre speaking from experience,â he mentions, a small grin forming across his lips.Â
His partner lets out another subtle chuckle from his side. The two of them follow behind her and the little girl as she shrugs, âHeard that from a friend or something.â
A marble white kitchen island stretched for days on end. It was a beautiful sight, and she felt blessed to have this with her baby girl. Saiâs bedroom was upstairs, Stoneyâs bedroom large and on the first floor, tilting right across from the front door to where she could see onto her porch. It was perfect. She watches as they begin bringing more boxes inside, having a thought resurface that had her curiosity peak.Â
âSo, whatâs with the snake on the side of your truck?â
At her question, both of the men looked over at where she was looking. Toji sees the logo on the side of the truck and then looks back at her.Â
âThoughtâ it was cool, it also symbolizes the power of healing,â he briefly explains.
âHeâs full of shit. The crazy bastard catches snakes in his downtime,â his partner concludes.
Stoneyâs eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There was no way in hell she'd actually heard him say that. She exclaims, âOh hell no! Iâd rather die than be inches closeâfeet closeâFOOTBALL field feet close to a snake!â
His partner laughs, Toji rolling his eyes at her words, âItâs not that bad, I promise you,â he answers back.Â
His partner lets out another laugh, âHeâs lying. Itâs terrible.âÂ
As Toji shoots a glare at his friend, Stoney then interrupts, âSounds terrible. Do you like catching them? What happens after you catch them?âÂ
Toji looks at her as heâs asked the questions, watching the confused yet concerned expression on her face. Her brown eyes sparkle in curiosity.Â
âYou ask a lot of questions, donât you?â he teases, a smirk forming across a smug smile. He chuckles, âItâs not terrible, seriously. If itâs a business call, itâs to remove them from jobs, apartments or houses. Recreationaly? I just like to catch them, take some pictures with them and then let them go.â
âYeahâno. You could give me a billion dollars, and a unicorn that shits a hundred dollar bills. I still wouldnât touch a snake. That was made by the devil!â She shivers.
Toji lets out another laugh as she speaks, finding her words to be amusing despite how over the top they may have been. Heâll admit that snakes arenât the most appealing creatures, but theyâre not the worst.Â
âI promise you, theyâre not as bad as you think they are,â he answers back, lifting up one of the furniture pieces with his partner, âAnd theyâre more scared of you then you are of them.â
âBullshit! If it was more scared of me, it wouldnât bite me! Or be poisonous!â She follows behind them, going around to open the door wider for them to pull the sofa in.
âYou donât have to worry about them biting you if you leave them alone, momma,â he counters.Â
His partner laughs as he walks backward through the door, helping Toji carry the furniture as he instigates, âYouâd be surprised at how many times he gets bitten.â
âAnd you lived?! Is a premonition moving my boxes right now?âÂ
âYou mean apparition?â His friend asks.
âWhatever the fuck!â She exclaims back.
âYâall are dramatic as fuck,â Toji finalizes. His partner lets out another laugh from his words, rolling his eyes as they finally get the furniture into the home.
She then says, âMy sister mightâve been right. Maybe you are crazy.âÂ
The moment she hears both men chuckle, Sai then comes back into the living room as she calls, âMommy! Did you ask Daddy about my orchids?â
Stoney sighs, remembering the promise sheâd made to her daughter earlier that morning. She nods, âYes, baby. Let me ask again, okay?â
When she sees a look of confusion along Tojiâs face, she shakes her head as she explains, âSai wanted to start a garden since the front door kinda has a porch area. She always loved plants, I guess she essentially found an art for herself. She wants orchids as her first flowers.â
âOrchids, huh?â he comments, his attention returning to her, âSheâs got an expensive ass taste.â
Stoney rolls her eyes, âVery. Butâgimmeâ a second? Let me make a call, and Iâll be back.âÂ
She gives a soft smile, turning away from them as she makes her way back outside, going to grab for the bag of groceries sheâd bought earlier that included their cigarettes. She calls Nathaniel, sighing as he doesnât pick up until the last ring.Â
âHeyâuh, did you end up buying those orchids for Sai today? I sent you those pink ones I saw, they were at a florist not too far from your place. I checked already.â
Nathaniel lets out a scoff as he answers the phone, âThatâs what youâre calling me about? No, I havenât.âÂ
He sounds irritated, like heâs got more important things to do then to buy some flowers. Stoney could feel herself becoming more irritated than he seemed.Â
âIâll get them when I get the chance,â he finalizes bluntly.
ââŠBut she asked for them today, Nathan. You told me you were gonna get them for her, otherwise I wouldâve gotten them myself?âÂ
She brings her eyes towards the front door as she sees Toji and his partner adjusting the sofa within the living room, trying to keep her composure. She also didnât realize that Toji could practically hear her conversation.
âYeah, yeah, yeahâŠI know I said I would,â
Nathaniel responds, not really sounding all too interested in talking to her.
Thereâs a moment of silence before he speaks again, âWhatâs the big deal? Theyâre just flowers.â
âThatâs not the point. I just wish you wouldâve done it today. It might be flowers to you, but itâs more than that for her.â
âWhy are you making such a big deal out of some flowers? I just said Iâll buy her the damn flowers, it doesnât have to be today,â He answers back, annoyance clear in his tone.
She usually was very patient with this man. But from making a comment about her outfit, to snapping at the movers, to even now. Sheâd had enough of him for today.Â
âFuck off, donât worry about it.â
She hangs up the phone, muttering, âStupid ass nigga,â turning away from the front door as she feels her frown turning into frustrated tears, but she takes a deep breath to drop herself from doing that. She can feel her phone vibrating in her hands, Nathan seemingly trying to call her back after being cussed out.Â
Nonetheless, she puts on a little smile as she makes her way back into the house, âHey. I justâwanted to bring you guys your cigarettes.â
When she returns back into the home, he and his partner are in the midst arranging her furniture, both of them pausing for a moment. Toji notices her facial expressions and her hands clenching, clearly frustrated, which isnât too surprising given that he can only assume who was the cause of that.Â
âYouâ good?â He questions, his eyes watching her carefully.
She scans his face, blinking. She then lies, âIâm perfect,â the question bringing tears to gloss in her sockets, but she quickly blinks them back. She didnât mean for him to see that, but she just hopes he gets the message to not ask.Â
âUm, wellâyou guys have really been amazing. I think I can take it from here. I just want me and Sai to enjoy the peace within our new home, yeah?â
Toji can see the way that her eyes glossed a little at the question, but he doesnât bring it up in order to not further anger her. He doesnât know if itâs his place to ask, so he leaves it be.Â
âNo worries,â he answers back, an attractive but kind smile forming across his lips, âItâs our job, after all. Weâll leave you to the rest of it, then.â
She watches as the other friend washes his hands within the kitchen sink, nodding his head as he begins to make his way out the door. She comfortingly plays with her hair again, lifting the plastic bag to Toji with a weak smile, âYouâre really sweet, Toji. I canât thank you enough.â
âStop thanking me, Iâm just doing my job, momma. Thank you for giving me some shit to do today,â her counters, taking the bag from her hands, his fingers brushing against her own that creates a jolt against her palm.Â
With him being so respectful, she couldnât tell if there was any spark between themâor he was just truly professional. When he said that, it made her realize that her feelings mightâve just been a spur of the momentâa distractionâ a need to feel something that wasnât the loathing of her ex-husband.
She pulls her hair behind her ear, multicolored studs climbing up her lobes as she finalizes, âOf course, yeah.â
Toji can see the way that she pulls back her hair, showing off the collection of piercings in her ear and on the sides of her face. He can see how they sparkle every time theyâre met with the light, causing his eyes to stare at them for a little bit, almost admiring them.Â
âI hope the move goes well,â he says, returning his gaze back to her, that same smirk returning back to his lips, âIt was nice meeting you, Stoney.â
âNice meeting you too.â
She feels almost as if sheâs dissociating. She doesnât even have time to react as Sai comes up behind her, politely waving, âBye-bye! Iâm gonna play with my dolls in my new room!â
Toji watches as her daughter comes up from behind her. He waves back with a small chuckle. âBye, pretty girl,â he says to Sai.Â
However, his eyes linger on Stoney for a moment, still unable to tell exactly what it is that sheâs thinking or feeling.
Sheâs then pulled back into focus as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out what seems to be a business card. He takes her hand as he puts it within her palm, Stoneyâs head leaning up as heâs closer than heâd been to her before.
Her head lifts up as her eyes widen slightly at the sudden closeness to him, watching as he leans just a little bit closer to her.Â
âIf you ever need anything, Iâm an instant call away,â he says in a low tone, his eyes looking down at her.
She pressed her lips together at that. Hearing his tone of voice, itâs still quite vague. But maybe itâsâŠsomething.Â
She nods her head, âYeah, sure. Thank you.âÂ
âYo, Fushiguro! Letâs be out!â His partner calls from the truck, arm out the window as he pats the side of the vehicle, pressing the horn lightly for his attention.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm coming!â he calls back at his partner, but not before returning his attention back to Stoney, âImmaâ go. See you around.â
âEnjoy your umâŠcigarettes?âÂ
She tries to be polite, but she suddenly has the urge to cry. Why was she so sensitive? Sheâs not sure what about, but she really wants him to leave before she does so.
Toji can sense the way that her voice changes slightly, her tone and her words almost seeming like a subtle cue to tell him to leave and go now. He knows that thereâs a change in the air, and something isâŠoff. Either way, he doesnât mention it.Â
âOf course. I always do,â he chuckles, looking down at the cigarettes for a moment before looking back up at her, âBye.â
She felt dramatic. Like a piece in that puzzle was missing. Like the ocean was filled with no water. To watch him walking away, catching sight of the broadness within his back was the last time sheâd ever see it. She wasnât sure if thatâs what she wanted, but as she closed the door, she had to let it be.Â
She then turned towards Sai, âHungry, baby girl?â
                            °ââ.àłàż*:°ââ.àłàż*:đ§
The next couple of days were better than she expected. She had used them as her own personal manic episode, getting no sleep as she made her new home an actual home. Green-leafed plants and flowers tracked all around the condo, dark rugs, paintings along the walls and art sculptures seated in different corners.Â
Sheâd even created her space to work, an emerald rug along the floor with a couple of used t-shirts atop of it, above sitting the pottery wheel that was already dirty from a previous client's order. It was an apricot and pale blue mixture that created a Lillie flower, formed into an astray. Blank canvases also sat on easels in her station. She painted every once in a while if she really needed to express herself.Â
She didnât know how she ended up with a drawing that was a pair of gray eyes, staring over the picture until it meant something to her. Or maybe she was in denialâshe knew exactly who they belonged to and what they represented.Â
As the rest of the day passed by, she spoke to her sister about the smooth move she had, saying nothing as Serena complained to her about Nathaniel. She hung up the phone, wanting to cut that conversion short.Â
It was now the evening, the sun still out but beginning to set soon. It was beaming outside. She helped her daughter water all the plants theyâd begun to collect, making sure they got their nutrients for the day as they sat outside. When they finished with their project, she took Sai into the house as it was time for her bath, wanting to get her on a good sleeping schedule as she would begin school soon. She sat next to her against the tub as she played in the water, staring down at the picture she took of the canvas with the gray eyes.Â
âMommy? Did daddy say he was gonna bring me my pink orchids today?â
Stoney looks up at her, sighing at the question. She then says, âOf course, baby. Yeah. UmâHeâll bring them to you on your first day of school.â
Sai then cheers, âYay!â clapping her hands, which causes Stoney to playfully clap with her, giggling to see her daughter so excited. Be damned if Nathanielâs disappointments, she refused for her daughter to know of them. She was gonna make her happy whether he did his part or notâ sheâd get her a thousand pink orchids if she had to.
That happy moment quickly subsided. As she continued to sit with her daughter and stare at her phone, she could suddenly hear a noise that sounded unfamiliar to her. She frowns, sitting upward as she looks around, her body on high alert as it sounded likeâŠhissing?Â
When she turned her eyes towards where the sound was coming fromâwhich belonged to the toiletâ her eyes stretched in horror.Â
The creature slithered its way out of the bowl, tracking its way out of the toilet as it had its eyes set on both Stoney and her daughter.Â
She screamed as if it was a ten-pound rat, taking a towel as she snatched Sai from the tub, scurrying into her daughters bedroom as if that would protect them from the venomous beast.
Saiâs face instantly turns white as she sees the creature slither out of the bowl in the toilet, letting out an equally loud scream. Stoneyâs eyes were wide with terror as she slammed the door behind her, now ducking in the corner of the pink room.Â
Saiâs eyes widen as she looks up at her mother, tears forming in her eyes, âMâMommy,â she whimpers.
âItâs okay, baby. Itâs fineâitâs justâfucking hell!â She curses, quickly drying her child as she tries to find her some clothes, âLetâs call daddy, okay? Wanna go look at our garden on the porch while we wait for him?â
Stoneyâs body still shook with fear as she quickly dried her daughter off, trying not to let her see just how scared she herself really was. She tries to find some clothes for her, quickly dressing her as her heart rate skyrocketed.Â
âY-Yeah, letâs go to the porch and wait for daddy, alright?â she repeats again, trying to hide the terror in her voice. Sai nods her head, too scared to do or say anything else.
She was petrified of snakes. Sheâd always been, but she never had a reason to be this scared as sheâd never seen one in personâat least not this close in vicinity. And now one was slithering around in her bathroomâin her home. Thinking on her feet, she placed the towel sheâd dried Sai off with under the door, making sure it couldnât escape anywhere else in the house.
 When she got her daughter dressed, she picked her up and took her outside, nearly wanting to vomit if she stayed in the house any second longer. Chills ran up her spine at a constant, just hearing the sound of it hissing in her ears. She paced back and forth as Sai sat in a chair on the porch, watering another plant of theirs with a doll in her hand, Stoney sighing as she waited for Nathaniel to answer the phone after her fourth time calling.
Stoneyâs heart couldnât stop racing, trying to hide her panic and her fear from her daughter. She felt sick to her stomach.Â
âPlease pick upâŠplease pick upâŠâ she whispered under her breath as the phone rang.
âJesus, what is it?â Nathaniel finally picks up, answering in a sharp tone.
Itâs almost as if her fear had ran away for a moment, being replaced with pure dread of this manâs tone. She ignores it as she tells him, âNathan, I need you to come over. Like right now.â
âWhat, now? Iâm right in the middle of a client, why do you need me so badly?âÂ
âIâthereâs a fucking snake in Saiâs bathroom! And you know I am literally about to shit myself at the thought. Can you come get it, please?â She practically begs him.
When he hears her mention a snake being in their bathroom, he canât help but scoff into the phone. This only worsens her frustrated and panicked state.Â
âSeriously? Itâs just a snake. Why do you always have to overreact to everything?â he says dismissively, clearly not taking her fears seriously.
ââŠI have literally been afraid of snakes since you met me, Nathan. Please donât do this. Your daughter is also extremely afraid of them.â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm aware. But is it really something I need to come over and take care of right this minute? Iâm in the middle of a meeting,â he says, clearly more worried about his client than his childâs fears.
âUm, yes? Donât you think your daughterâs safety is more important? Weâre sitting outside and itâs hot as fuck, Nathan! Sai has school tomorrow and I want to get her to bed. Trust me when I say, youâre the last nigga I want to be calling right now.â
âCanât you just capture it and let it loose outside?âÂ
âCapture itâyouâ trynaâ be funny? Have you lost your mind? Iâd rather the motherfucker pay rent and utilities before I go head to head with it!â She exclaims.
 She realizes that heâs no help. Taking a deep breath, another resolution comes to her mind. Itâs like a flash of her memories reflects the idea, the grey eyes within her picture blaring her thoughts.Â
She then says, âYou know what? Iâll figure it out. Bye.âÂ
He smacks his lips, âBye.âÂ
As she hangs up the phone, she quickly runs into the house as she goes for her room, scattering around as she searches her dresser for something. When she finds it, she pulls the business card in front of her face, rolling her lips into her mouth as she quickly makes her way back outside, leaning against her front door with a sigh.Â
Sheâs extremely hesitant as she dials the number. She knows itâs way past the business hours it says along the card. She feels terribleâbut she also hopes he picks up.Â
âFuck,â she mutters, listening to the phone ring, âCâmonâŠâ
The phone rang several times, each ring making her anxiety and panic grow more and more with each passing second. Her heart was racing, her hands were shaking, and she was feeling like she might actually go through with vomiting.Â
âHello?â
The familiar voice of Toji fills the other line, her whole body nearly about to go into shock as he picks up groggily. Oh god, had he been asleep?Â
She wanted to jump for joy. She lets out the breath sheâd been holding. Realizing that she probably sounds like a maniac breathing through the phone, she stutters, âTâToji? Hi. Sorry. Shit. Fuck. Umâthis is Stoney, do youâŠremember me?â
âYeah. I remember you.âÂ
He can hear the panic and urgency in her tone, causing him to sit up straight, fully awake now, deep voice still lightly tired as he asks, âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âIâm sorry. Oh my god, you were sleep. Iâm so sorry. I mean itâs a little pass the sun setting, butâyou probably been moving shit all day. Fuck. Iâm so so sorry,â she sighs, âIâm a bad person. Fuck.â
Toji sighs into the phone, âStop apologizing. I was just dozing off, don't worry about it,â he says, his voice still sluggish. He rubs his eyes, trying to wake himself up further, âTell me whatâs wrong.â
âI know itâs pass your business hours, butâtâthereâs a snake in my daughters bathroom. My babyâs bathroom. And I have a really bad fear of snakes, and I literally am holding back my gagging as Iâm talking about it. Iââ she presses her hand to her forehead, trying to fan herself with her free hand, âI tried to call my ex-husband and this bitch-ass-nigâooh, lemmeâ not get myself mad. He said he was too busy with a client. Iâll pay whatever you need, I justâplease come catch this fucking snake before I actually have a mental breakdown.â
Toji can sense the sheer terror and panic in her voice as she explains the situation to him, and he can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She was right, he was tired from moving another house today. But that didnât stop him from wanting to help.Â
He sighs into the phone once again, rubbing his eyes, âIâm coming. Stay outside and don't go back in the house, okay?â he instructs her.
âOkay. Yeah. Of course, wâwas gonna do that anyway. Please hurry, my baby has school tomorrow and sheâs already sleepy, I canât have her outside like this.â
âIâll be there, Stoney.â
A grueling hour and a half passes, the sun setting yet it was still hot outside. Her attention peaks as she comes to see a sleek black Chevrolet Silverado 1500 pull in front of her yard. Heavy boots from days ago boomed along the ground as Toji steps out.Â
He seems to be more comfortable today, the white compression shirt he wears clinging to his muscular frame, making the ink that hides within his chest and neck pop more against his olive skin and onyx hair. The black Nike cargos her wears donât really match the shoes he wore, but she knew in the way she called, his attire didnât seem to be his biggest concern.
 She couldnât help but be reminded of how damn fine he was. She even felt slightly embarrassed as she stood in a hello-kitty oversized t shirtâher daughters favorite characterâher hair claw clipped out of her face, square glasses along her face.Â
As Toji makes his way to the porch, he can't help but notice how naturally pretty she looks, even in her oversized t-shirt and hair claw. He smirks to himself, feeling almost a little guilty for thinking of how attractive she is in this situation.
He stops a few steps away from her, seeing the fear and anxiety still etched on her face. He asks, "You holding up alright?" his voice a bit softer now.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Uhâsorry that Iâm literally half naked right now. Shouldâve grabbed some pants or something,â she apologizes, pulling her hair behind her ear reflexively before she pulls her hair out of the entire clip, letting it fall and trying to tame it down with her long acrylic nails. The shirt was big enough to cover her lower body, but he could still see the shape of her hips, her ass wanting to poke beneath the fabric.Â
Sai sits up along her chair, leaning on the bar of the porch as she sees the familiar man. She greets with a gasp, âItâs you!â
âWassupâ, little one. You remember me, huh?â he asks, his voice still gentle.
Sai nods, âAre you coming to kill the bad evil snake in our house?â She tilts her head, âI donât want him to eat my teddy bears. Or my hello-kitty. Iâll be really sad.â
Toji chuckles at her answer, finding her worry over her stuffed animals endearing. "Don't worry. I won't let the snake eat your stuffed animals," he reassured her.
He looks back at Stoney, raising an eyebrow at her. "How big is this snake anyway?"Â
âBig as fuck. Literally big as the fucking-fuck,â her voice goes back into panic, âI know Iâm dramatic, but that hoe was large. Not even normal enough to be in someoneâs fucking drain. Probably was poisonous. What if I was on the toilet? I wouldâve literally died from a snake bite in my ass,â she pressed her hands to her chest, leaning against the porch frame at the thought, âIâm about to rip my fuckinâ sew-in out.â
He squints, âI donât think you can rip that out, donât you have to cut it?â
She narrows her eyes at him. She then squints, âHow youâ know that? Why do you know that?âÂ
He shrugs as she then shakes her head, âNevermind. Weâre wasting time when that snake is having a fuckinâ kickback in my bathroom.â
"Don't worry, I won't let the snake bite your ass,â he says, his tone a bit more playful now.
She turns to him, âAre you laughing? This shit funny? If I wanted someone to make fun of me I wouldâve called my ex-husband! Iâm literally about to cry,â she shakes her head, feeling tears forming at his amusement. She knows sheâs dramatic, but sheâs scared.
Toji sighs, realizing that she's not appreciating his attempts to lighten the mood. He takes a deep breath and steps closer to her, taking her hands into his.
"Cut that shit out, I'm not trying to make fun of you. I'm sorry," he says sincerely, looking into her eyes. "I understand you're scared, and I'm not here to laugh at you. I'm here to help."
She nods her head, sniffling, âOkay. Okay,â squeezing her palms together within his hands as she takes a deep breath.
"Good. Just keep taking deep breaths, alright? I'm gonna go in there and get rid of the snake, and then everything will be fine. Just stay right here with Sai, okay?"
She nods her head, watching as he enters the house. She then calls, âPlease donât die! I donât have insurance on this place yet!â
"I'll make sure to tell the snake about your insurance policy!"Â
A weak laugh pulls from her at that, and she somewhat felt relieved. It feels like time drags by as she waits for him. Once almost thirty minutes passes, she takes a sleepy Sai back into the house as she allows her to lay on the sofa.Â
She hesitantly makes her way towards the bathroom as she calls, âToji?â Slowly peeping her head into the door.
As Stoney peeks her head into the bathroom, she finds Toji standing there, looking completely unfazed by the snake that was coiled up in the bathtub. He's leaning against the counter, examining the snake with a mix of curiosity and nonchalance.
He looks over at her as she calls his name, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?" he responds, his voice relaxed.
She stares in between the snake and him, âOh hell, not the bitch taking a bath!â She exasperates, âUhâyâall having a conversation or something ? Youâre not gonna kill it?â
"Nah, just getting to know each other," he says, an amusement in his tone.Â
He pushes himself off the counter, walking towards the snake and going to pick it up as he says, âItâs a garter snakeâpractically harmless. Canât do shit to me or you.â
Just when he says that, the snake pounces forward, wrapping itâs mouth along his arm where his tattoo sat. Stoney squeaked, throwing her hands over her mouth as she backed up again.Â
âOh my god!â She panicked, âAre you okay? Are you gonna die?!âÂ
Toji shakes his head. Heâs completely unfazed as he picks it up with ease, holding it in his hands as if it were a piece of rope before he replies, âHeâs just a little pissed off. Itâs not venomous.âÂ
The snake wraps itself around his bicep, almost becoming comfortable against his forearm. He brings himself closer to Stoney as he shows her, âSee? Heâs good now.â
She covers her eyes, âThatâs not the thing I saw earlier! He turned into a baby snake so he could make me feel stupid!â She shrieks through her hands, covering her now red face.
"This is the only snake I see here. You sure you're not just seeing things?"Â
She pulls her hands down slowly, looking at the small creature. Instead of it being the rattle snake she saw within her mind, it had beady eyes, no thoughts within its brain. It might not have even had full on teeth.Â
She looks at it again, âA garter snake?â
"Nothing dangerous, I promise," he reassures her, gently stroking the snake's head with his finger.
âIt wouldnât have bit me in my butt?â She questions.
"No, it wouldn't have bitten you in your ass,â he chuckles, âGarter snakes don't bite unless they feel threatened, he tried to escape earlier when he saw me, so he was a little irritated. Wanna seeââ
âAhtâokay, thatâs too much. Harmless, I can believe. But letâs not get ahead of ourselves,â she shakes her head, backing up against the wall within the hallway.Â
âYou were acting like his ass was a damn python.â
âFushiguro, take you and your cousin outside before I become the scariest thing in this bathroom.âÂ
âWho knew me and your ex-husband were related?â
She gives him a blank stare, âYouâ think youâre funny?â
âA little,â he mutters, going past her out of the bathroom as he coos, âCâmon, Nathaniel. Outside where you belongâŠâ
She rolls her eyes as she mutters, âMy hero.âÂ
Sai was on the sofa dozing off, eyes becoming wide as she watched Toji walk past her. She sits halfway up from the seat, as she expresses shockingly, âWoahhh! Mommyâa snake!âÂ
âA demon!â Stoney corrects, coming around the corner, âHeâs going back outside with his family. Say bye to Tojiâs friend.â
âBye Tojiâs friend!â Sai waves.
âThought Sai was afraid of snakes? Or were you just using that as a coverup for your fear?â He teases, waving at her as he walks outside towards the trees.Â
She warns, âHey, not too much on me and my fears.â
When he released it outside, she leaned against the porch door, her eyes watching his muscular figure and broad back flex as he stood back up.Â
She then sighs, âThank you, Toji. Seriously. I thought I was gonna die. How much do I owe you?â
"Don't worry about that," he says, waving his hand dismissively, "Iâm good on the money. Got more than enough.â
She crosses her arms, âWell my bad, pimp, since you got it like that. Youâ sure though? Maybe I can get you another pack of cigarettes or something? Although in these last couple of days, I hoped youâd kicked your bad habit.â
"Unfortunately Iâm still an addict, maybe Iâll sleep it off.â
She rubs her arms, laughing awkwardly at his response. She then apologizes, âUmâŠwell thank you again, youâre a sweetheart. Iâm really sorry I woke you up.â
âWhat did I tell you about that constant apologizing shit? Youâre fine, Stoney.âÂ
She blinks for a moment, watching as he pulls a cigarette from his pocket, searching for his lighter in the other. His voice could be rough, but he was the complete opposite.Â
âBoy, hush. Anywaysâwas traffic bad or something? I was worried something happened to you, it almost took you two hours to get here.â
If only she knew that Toji nearly lived an hour and a half outside of town, she wouldnât have called him.Â
Toji hesitates for a moment, not wanting to reveal how far it actually took him to get there. But he figures there's no point in lying to her now.
"Nah, traffic was fine," he says, scratching the back of his neck. "I just live kinda far, that's all. Almost an hour and a half from here."
âWhat?!â She panics, âToji, what the hell? I wouldnât have asked you to come? I wouldâve called the fire departmentâor Jesus himself, they wouldâve been easier to get than you! Fuckinâ hell, Iâm so sorry.â
âStoney.âÂ
âItâs literally late as hell for you to be drivingâŠâ
She thinks on what sheâs about to say, wondering if this was crazy for her to ask. She figured, fuck it.Â
âHow about youâ stay here tonight? I can order whatever you like, you can rest up for tomorrow, I have no projects for tonight soâyou can sleep peacefully, I promise me and Sai are quiet.â
Toji raises an eyebrow at her suggestion, surprised by her offer. "Stay here for the night, huh?" he says, mulling it over in his mind.
He couldn't deny that the thought of a comfortable bed and a quiet night to sleep sounded appealing.Â
"I mean, if it's really no trouble," he says, a smirk on his face. "I won't say no to a free meal and a comfy bed."
âThank god, I thought I was gonna have to kidnap you. Well, câmon then, snake whisperer.âÂ
She turns away from him, the natural sway in her hips returning as her slender eyes blink back at him in a way that looked more sensual than he expected.Â
Her voice goes soft as she then asks, âYouâ coming?â
As Toji watches her walk away, his eyes drift down, taking in the alluring sway of her body. He shakes off the thoughts as he forces his eyes back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'm coming," he replies, his voice slightly huskier than usual.
She ends up putting Sai to bed as she notices her dozing off along the sofa. As she walks up the stairs, Sai gives a soft, âBye snake-man,â to Toji, a tired wave coming from her tiny hand.
Toji can't help but smile at the sound of Sai's sleepy voice. "Bye," he says, waving back at her.
She clasped her hands together as she came back down the stairs, noticing as Toji was now looking around her living room, an eye now on the painting sheâd created. The gray eyes. Shit.Â
She tries to distract him as she asks, âUhâanything you feel like eating in particular?â
Toji nods as he looks at the painting on the easel, his gaze lingering on the gray eyes painted along the canvas. He can't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity, but he shakes the feeling off as he looks away.
"I'm not picky, I'll eat whatever.â
She sighs, âYouâre such a simple man. You must get that from your father,â she tells him, going into the kitchen as she exhales, âHow about pizza? Itâs simple, I know. But Iâve been doing projects for the past couple of days with moving soâ Iâm all out of energy to cook, otherwise you wouldâve gotten a four course meal.â
"Pizza sounds good," he says, a small smile on his face. "And trust me, I'm not complaining, I think Iâll survive without the four course meal."
âGreat,â she agrees, going into her phone as she begins ordering online. She then brings her eyes back to him as she then asks, âHmâŠhow about, some wine? My sister was in love with this bottle, maybe youâll like it too?â
âI trust your sisters opinions, shit is probably good.â
âOh? I thought you said she was too much at one point?â She raises an eyebrow, pulling out a wine glass and a regular glass cup.
"She is. That doesnât make her less intelligent," he adds, a hint of a challenge in his voice, "I trust you too, you know. I trust that you wouldnât give me a shitty glass of wine."
âYou trust me? How do you know Iâm not a succubus trying to suck your lifeline?â She questions, not directly looking at him. For the time theyâd known each other, he hadnât directly flirted with her. She was trying to test the waters, seeing if heâd take the bait.
At her comment about being a succubus, Toji lets out a hearty laugh. He smirks at her question, his eyes watching her intently. He leans forward a bit, his muscles flexing under his t-shirt.
"I think Iâll be fine,â he replies, voice smooth.
Hearing that almost was like a slap in the face. Maybe she was just bad at flirting. This man didnât seem the least bit interested in her, why did she keep trying?
She pours his glass within the cup as she hands it to him politely, sighing at her failed attempts at flirting as she says, âTell me how it tastes.â
As he takes the cup of wine from her, he canât help but notice the shift in her demeanor. She suddenly seemed deflated, her shoulders slumping slightly. He then takes a small sip of the wine, swishing it around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.
"Hm. Itâs not bad," he says, his voice nonchalant. "Itâs smooth and fruity, with a bit of a kick. Iâd give it a seven out of ten.â
âSeven? I spent thirty dollars on that bottle! Better make that shit an eight!â She exclaims. She shakes her head, âI canât take your opinion anyways, you like snakes!â
Toji laughs at her excalamarion, "What, a seven isnât good enough for your ass? I thought I was being generous," he teases. "Just cause I like snakes doesnât mean I have a bad taste in wine. Iâll lie and give it a nine out of ten. Just for you.â
âThank you,â she flips her hair, âI use to do wine tasting with my ex-husband all the time. Wellâ Iâd be there and heâd just kinda sulk the entire time. A bit depressing now that Iâm explaining,â she laughs awkwardly, âSorry. Didnât mean to get allâŠsad.â
âYouâre good, he seems like a pain in the ass.â
She nods her head, jewelry blaring under the light as she moves her hair from her face, âPain in the ass is an understatement for sure.âÂ
As she takes a sip of her wine, she begins to notice the eyes that fall upon her. Her skin feels warm, turning towards him as she akwardly laughs, âWhat?â
He smirks at her question, his gaze unwavering. "What?" he echoes, his voice deep. "I'm just looking at you."
She nods, a small roll to her eyes as a knock comes to the door. She then says, âProbably the pizza,â stepping off of the table as she goes to pay the delivery person.
Just as she attempts to do so, she feels a body come behind her, the warmth of him nearly sending her body into a shock, a large arm reaching out as he hands the man whatever the amount was owed.Â
She canât protest before the door closes in her face, âHey! I was supposed to pay,â her back against the door as he shuts it behind her, arm next to her head as the other holds the pizza box in his hands.
Toji chuckles at her protest, enjoying the way she pouts a bit like a child being told she canât have a cookie before dinner. He stands close enough to her that she can feel the heat radiating off his body, his arm resting against the door just above her head. He looks down at her, a sly smirk on his face.Â
"Iâm the man, momma. I was supposed to pay regardless.âÂ
Her head is forced to tilt up at him a bit, the heat of his body catching her off guard. She could admit to herself it had been a while that she had been this close to a manâor even interested in one. It made her feelâŠvirginal.Â
She stepped away from the door as she says, âWellâ thank you. Iâm grabbing ranch! Thatâs the only way you eat pizza!â
She turns something on the tv for background noise as they become comfortable on the sofa, Stoney silently eating a slice of pizza as she notices how small he makes her couch look from him sitting on it. As she does that, a call goes off on her phone, seeing as itâs her ex-husbands contact. She ignores it, placing her phone back on her coffee table, sighing as she looks back to the tv.
He sees her face, raising his eyebrow as if he already knows who called. She rolls her eyes, âGuess he mustâve felt shitty after telling me I was being dramaticâgranted, I wasâ but Iâd rather you call me dramatic than your daughter.â
"Dramatic or not, you shouldn't have to deal with his bullshit," he says, his tone serious.
âItâs nothing new,â she shrugs, âItâs one of the more important reasons why we arenât together. He told me I was dramatic about everything. Including when he told me to drop my business in order to focus on my pregnancy.âÂ
She doesnât know why she goes as far as to say that, shaking her head as she apologizes again, âSorry.â
He frowns, âHe didnât want you to have your business âcause you were pregnant? Thatâs stupid as fuck.â
She exhales, nodding her head as she continues, âYeah, umâwe got together when I was about twenty. I got pregnant with Sai when I was twenty-two, and we decided itâd just be easier to get married. But marriageâŠit makes you truly learn a person for who they really are. He wanted me to be thisâtraditional house wife. Cook, clean, shut up, give pussy on commandâhave all his babies and take care of them while he worked. I didnât want that, I wanted to make something of myself, I had a life before himâŠor Sai. Sheâs my world, but that wasnât gonna stop me from accomplishing my goals. I love my art. My little dumb ceramics, they make people happy. I just wanted to do that and have someoneâs supportâŠespecially from the man that was supposed to be my protector.â
"That's bullshit," he says eventually, his voice low. "You shouldnât have had to give up your art and passion to fit into some dumbass idea of what a wife should be."
She shrugs, âThatâs what he wanted. Five years and I truly feel like that man knew nothing about me. It feels like Iâve wasted so much time. The only thing I donât regret is Sai. Sheâs my everything,â she honestly admits, âAnd here I am now, Iâll be thirty in a couple of years, already a divorcĂš, and not as attractive as I use to be,â she chuckles, âI feel stupid.â
He frowns, ââThe fuck are you talking about? You donât think youâre attractive?âÂ
She goes quiet. Her eyes come up to his, âI donât mean to get all self-deprecating, Iâm justâŠbeing honest.â
Toji shakes his head, his eyes still fixed on hers. "Being honest is fine, but saying some shit like that was stupid. Youâre sexy as fuck, Stoney.â
His tone is firm, but there's a hint of something else there tooâa note of sincerity that surprises her.
She places her legs under herself, a warmth coming to her face as she laughs weakly, âYouâre just being nice cause Iâm giving you my sob story.â
Toji scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at her. "Iâm not the type of guy to say shit just to be nice."
He meets her gaze, unflinching and unashamed, as if daring her to question his words.
She presses her lips in a thin line, taking in his words. All of the insecurities she felt was caused by a man that didnât love her the way she deserved to be lovedâmaybe she was just now realizing that.Â
She gives him another weak smile as she softly says, ââŠThank you.âÂ
In that moment, Toji stood up, remembering something. In the midst of chaos with the snake, heâd forgotten why it had also taken him so long to get here.
 Stoney asks, âYou okay?â As he raises himself from the sofa.Â
She watches as he nods before he says, âI forgot to grab some shit from my car,â before making his way outside hastily.Â
Stoney sits up, a look of concern on her face. Did she say the wrong thing ? Was he leaving? Did she scare him off?Â
ââŠToji?âÂ
Another couple of minutes had gone by. Why was her heart beating so fast?Â
But when he entered back into the house, her face and heart dropped. In his hand was what looked to be a vase full of salmon pink orchids, her ears ringing at the sight. She didnât know that heâd heard the conversation between her and her ex-husband, practically begging him to get the one thing her daughter asked him for.
He approaches her, stopping in front of the couch and places the vase on the coffee table. The flowers look vibrant and beautiful, standing out against the dark counter.
He scratched the back of his neck as he awkwardly chuckled, "I uhâŠjust thought you could use these."
The look on her face is unreadable. She wasnât sure how to feel, her trust issues in fear of being hurt by anyone ever again. She didnât know his intentions, but this didnât feel bad at all. She takes the flowers, an almost sad smile coming to her face, her sensitivity giving her the urge to cry once more.Â
She says softly, ââŠThank you.â
Toji can see the vulnerability in her expression, the way her trust issues make her hesitate to accept his gift. He understands itâhe has his own set of trust issues after all.
He doesnât try to decipher what sheâs feeling, instead, he just watches her take the flowers from him. He sees the sadness in her smile, and he feels a strange urge to wrap her in his arms and protect her.
"Itâs no big deal," he says quietly. "Thought you could use some pretty flowers."
There it is, the urge to actually cry. All of her feelings and emotions, sheâd been holding in, allowing people to step all over her, keeping quiet. They wanted to break in that second. She also had the urge to kiss him. To do more with him, but she didnât know if he wanted to same.Â
She quickly stands from the sofa as she rubs her eyes, laughing softly and turning her face away from him as she asks, âUmâIâm assuming you need to shower?âÂ
She could feel his eyes on her. It was worry, concern, but it was alsoâŠsomething else. She hadnât had a man look at her like this in years, the urge to grab her and have his way with her. It intimidated her.
Toji watches as she stands up abruptly, her laughter coming out slightly forced. He can see the emotions in her eyes, the way her body language betrays her, and he can't help but feel a pang of empathy for her.
He watches her turn away from him, her question lingering in the air. He knows what she's asking, what she's hinting at. He can feel her tension, her hesitance.Â
"Yeah," he responds, his voice low. "I could use a shower."
âYou can use my bathroom, it has a standup shower. I made it all pretty with plants around the shelves within it, the water comes down from the ceiling, but no to a point where you drownâshit, am I rambling? Uhâokay. Let me just get you some towels.âÂ
She makes her way down the hallway to her room, feeling him following behind her. It was like a tug of her body, a sudden pull she had for him. She wasnât sure where itâd come fromâher body felt hot. Maybe it was the wine.Â
She sees him sit along the bed as she grabs a towel for him within the closet, calling to him, âUhâany specific color of towel? I donât know why I have so manyâŠâ
She knows sheâs asking questions to distract herself from the moment, but why does she feel so shy?
Toji sits on the bed, watching as she rummages through her closet for a towel. He can sense her nervousness, the way she keeps talking to fill the silence. He suppresses a grin, finding it oddly adorable that sheâs asking something so trivial.Â
He responds casually, âNo preference, any color is fine.â
âI feel like youâre a gray kinda guy,â she says, and she halts herself, hoping that it wasnât any indication of that damn painting she made.Â
She brushes it off, coming back out of the closet as she says, âWell, I got you a body towel and then a bathing towel. Hope you donât mind smelling like vanilla and coffee, thatâs the soaps I have. Youâll smell good though,â she rambles, placing the towels in front of his hands.
As she brings out the towels, he takes them from her, feeling the soft fabric against his fingers. He can smell the scent of vanilla and coffee wafting from her body suddenly, like a drug had induced his system out of nowhere.Â
"Thanks.â
She stands with her hands pressed together, his eyes now boring into hers. Those damn gray eyes seep into her soul, scanning her every move.Â
 She then pulls back from him, âWellâthere you go. If you need help with the shower handles justâlet me know.âÂ
Itâs as if time was passing by slowly. His eyes were melting into her brain, disintegrating her body with just one look.Â
He extends up to his full height, her head tilting once again to look at him, so much that it makes her step back. He walked around her, pulling his eyes forward as he stalked towards the bathroom.Â
In one swift sound against her ear, he asks, âYouâ coming?âÂ
She blinks. Maybe she hadnât heard him correctly. She turns around as he continues walking with no look behind him, as if he wasnât necessarily askingâHe was telling her.Â
âHuh?âÂ
"I said, are you coming?" he repeats, his voice low and sultry. Again, itâs not a question. Itâs more like a command, a demand. His eyes lock into hers, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
The shock is evident on her face, her mind racing to catch up to what heâs just asked. Toji stands at the threshold of the bathroom, watching her processing his question. His eyes roam over her figure, taking in the way her body responds to his words. He can sense her hesitation, but he can also see the desire in her eyes.
"You heard me the first time.â
âYou want me to⊠showerâŠwith you?â She questions, almost confused, as if she needed to hear it again.Â
Toji doesnât say anything for a moment, just looks at her with a neutral expression. Itâs like heâs studying her, trying to deduce her thoughts and reactions.Â
When he speaks, his voice is low and almost mocking. âTo shower with me,â he repeats, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.Â
It was like a shift in his entire demeanor. Her eyes follow him as he fully walks into the bathroom, at the same time commanding, âHurry up,â back muscles flexing as he removes his shirt, her eyes scanning the amount of ink plastered along his back before he disappears behind the door.Â
Her feet wouldnât push herself into walking. But as her mouth fell agape at the thought of showering with him, it pushed her to follow in after him. The lights were dim within her bathroom, plants all around her sink and side of the shower wall. It was big enough to fit her, but she wasnât sure if itâd fit the both of them. Maybe that was the point.Â
His body is turned the opposite way of her as he undresses, Stoney watching in almost awe, his body sculpted in a way that was terrifying. He doesnât bother to turn around as he continues to undress, but he can hear the slight hitch in her breath as he reveals more and more of his bare skin.
Without thinking too much, she begins removing the shirt she wears and the underwear beneath them, throwing it to the side, hair now falling around her face and body.Â
She watches as he steps into the shower, a broad frame going under the hot water that scorches his skin. He glares over to her, turning slightly to the side so that she catches a glimpse between his legs. Itâs veiny, sinking down as it canât hold its own weight, a dark pink flushed along the tip. His tatted arm takes the hand towel as he rubs it along himself, cleaning the dirt from earlier within the day. The sight nearly makes her faint.Â
She feels like she does all of this with her eyes closed. She opens the door, Toji taking a step back as he wants her in front of him. The water drenches her hair, making the midnight black even darker as it flows down her waist.Â
She pushes it out of her face, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, feeling him behind her. As she inhales, his hand lightly comes along the side of her hip, pulling her back towards him as his neck hangs down to reach her, brushing his mouth along her neck.Â
"What are you doing?" Stoney whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the running water. Despite her words, she makes no move to pull away from him, instead leaning back into his touch.
Toji's lips curve into a smirk against her neck. "Isn't it obvious?" he murmurs, his hand sliding from her hip to rest possessively on her stomach. "I'm enjoying the view."
Stoney shivers as his lips trail along her neck, her pulse jumping beneath his touch. She can feel every hard inch of him pressing against her back, igniting a fire low in her belly. "But... we shouldn't..." she protests weakly, even as her body betrays her, arching into him.
"Why not?" Toji chuckles, nipping at her earlobe.
âItâs justâŠbeen a while âŠâ she admits softly, jumping lightly again as his fingers slowly trickle down to her thigh. Her head falls up as she leans against him, beginning to breathe in a more shallow manner.
"A while since what? Since someone touched you like this?"Â
Toji's voice is a low rumble in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. His hand slides further down her thigh, teasingly close to where she needs him most.
Stoney bites her lip, nodding jerkily. It has been a long time since she's felt desired, wanted. And the way Toji is touching her, like he wants to devour her whole... It's intoxicating.
âIâŠhavenât even touched myself,â she embarrassingly reveals.
If only she were lying. She hadnât relieved her own stress nor had someone do it for her in months, she felt entirely backed up. She could all tell in the way his fingers trailed closer within her inner thigh, his free hand locking around her throat, causing her chest to heave up and downâheâs barely done anything to her.
Toji's grip on her throat tightens ever so slightly, a silent reminder of his dominance. His other hand inches higher on her thigh until his fingertips brush against the damp heat of her core.
Stoney gasps, her knees buckling as a jolt of pleasure shoots through her. "Oh god," she whimpers, her hips instinctively rolling back against him. She can feel his hardness pressing insistently against her ass, making her ache to be filled.
Toji's lips find the shell of her ear once more, his voice a husky whisper. "Tell me how bad you need it, Stoney."
âI need itâso bad,â she tells him softly, bringing her own fingers to where his hand was between her legs. The moment she does this, he catches her hand within his, pressing it under his own as he guides her fingers to the sensitive bud of her clit, gently brushing over it teasingly. Her hips arch towards him as she digs her teeth into her lip, desperately hiding another whimper.
With her hand trapped under his, Toji applies gentle pressure, circling her clit with deliberate slowness. "That's it, touch yourself for me," he encourages, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
Stoney's breathing grows ragged as she starts rubbing herself in earnest, her hips grinding against his palm. "Please, Toji," she begs, her voice trembling with need.Â
ââFuck are you saying please for? Donât beg me, show me what you want.â
His voice makes a deep whimper release from her as he guides her fingers to rub her clit with more pressure, her hips beginning to tremble as both her fingers and his rub in circles, making her arousal grow within her core.
"There's my good girlâŠ" Toji praises, his hot breath fanning over her neck as he watches her work herself closer to the edge.Â
Her body twitches each time she hits a certain pressure point on her clit, stopping herself from that release when it feels too much. His other hand is still along her throat as he tells against her ear, âStop all that moving and shit. Let it feel good.â
Stoney's moans fill the steamy bathroom, echoing off the tiles. She's lost in a haze of pleasure, completely under Toji's control.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head when she feels his fingers drop lower, two finger sliding against her core before slowly sinking into her as he talks to her, âNeed your pussy gripping my fingers,â her shallow breath making a soft cry at that, hips trembling wildly in reaction as he tsks against her ear, shaking his head as he demands, âKeep your fingers on your clit. I didnât tell you to stop.âÂ
âTâTojiâŠâ
 She whines, trying to rub her clit, unable to focus as his fingers sink in and out of her, his lips along her throat all too much. His voice against her ear as she shakes her head, teeth digging back into her lip.
"Shh, relax," Toji coos, his fingers curling inside her as he strokes her inner walls. "Let me take care of you."
Sheâd never felt this pleasurable in a while, only able to react in spasms. He nips at her earlobe, soothing the sting with his tongue before whispering, "You're so tight, baby. I love feeling you clench around my fingers." His thumb presses against her clit, applying firm pressure in sync with the thrusts of his digits.
Toji brings his face around, capturing her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue delves past her lips, tangling with hers as he explores the wet heat of her mouth. He breaks the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, leaving a path of fire in his wake.
"You look so fuckinâ good.â
Her four fingers now desperately rub her clit, Toji slowing his own movements as he justâŠwatches her. Her chest heaves up and down as she pants, a pout nearly along her face as she cries softly to herself, âIâIâm so closeâŠâ
Toji smirks, his gaze fixed on her desperate fingers working her clit. "That's it, baby. Get yourself there."
He resumes his slow, deliberate thrusts, curling his fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside her. His thumb applies steady pressure to her clit, rubbing in small circles.
"Come on, let go," he urges, his voice a low rumble. "I want to feel you fall apart."
Stoneyâs walls start to flutter around his fingers, signaling her impending climax. The hand against her throat comes up lightly as he grips her face, giving her a light tap to catch her attention.Â
Toji leans in, his breath washing over her ear as he whispers, "Quit all that fuckinâ whining, make yourself cum.â
Stoneyâs eyes squeeze together as she leans her head back against him, his free fingers finding a way into her mouth as he shoves them against her tongue. She can feel her abdomen tightening as she helplessly whines in response.
She tries to hide the soft drag of, âFuckk,â beneath her mouth, her exhale causing her release. Her body goes into shock as she pushes out her arousal in a way she didnât expect, squirting along his fingers.
Toji groans as he feels her squirt around his fingers, her warm essence coating his hand. "Fuckâ yeah, that's it," he growls, continuing to pump his fingers through her pulsing walls.
He grabs her throat once again to hold her in place. Taking her hand that was along her clit, he slides it against her drenched core before he brings them up to his own mouth, sucking her arousal off of her fingers.Â
Stoney slumps against him, boneless and spent as he praises, "You did so fuckinâ good, baby. Pussy tastes like I need to eat it.â
Trying to regain her composure from her orgasm, she shakes her head with her eyes closed as she whimpers, âI canât waitâŠIâwant you to fuck me, please.â
Asking nicely didnât always get you what you wanted. He turns her around to face him, pressing her against the wall as he lifts her legs to where her knees are along the shower's marble. Heâs already kissing along her neck, attaching his lips down to her nipples as he wraps his mouth along them, roughly circling his head as he sucks the skin within his mouth.
He continues to suck on her nipples, biting and nipping at the sensitive buds until they're hard and throbbing. Releasing one from his mouth, he trails kisses down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button before making his way lower.
"To beg for my dick... You must really want it," he murmurs against her skin, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. He spreads her thighs wider, exposing her glistening pussy to the cool air of the shower.
Leaning in, he drags his tongue up her slit, lapping at her juices before focusing on her clit. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub, flicking it rapidly as he hears her moan above him.Â
"I donât give a fuck about what you want. Gonna make you squirt on my face.â
She nearly rolls her eyes, gripping for his hair as she desperately moans, back arching against the wall as she feels almost helpless.
Toji growls lowly, his grip tightening on her hips as he devours her with renewed hunger. He buries his face between her thighs, his tongue plunging deep inside her as he fucks her with it. The lewd sounds of his eating fill the shower, mixing with her desperate moans.
"Mmmph... you taste like fuckinâ heaven, baby" he mumbles against her flesh, his breath causing her to tremble. He doubles his efforts, sucking her clit as he then dips his tongue back inside of her.Â
He curls his tongue just right, rubbing that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "Câmon, câmon,â he begs her, âCâmon, baby. Soak my fuckinâ face."
She grips his hair tightly as she brokenly moans, âBabyâoh fuck. Agh, fuck. Iâm gonnaââ she gasps, unable to use her words as she feels tears nearly within her eyes, âGonna squirt baby,â she gasps, âIâIâm gonna cum again.â
Toji's eyes flash up to meet hers, seeing the desperation and impending climax written all over her face. He smirks, knowing he's the cause of her unraveling.
 "That's it, baby. Cum on my tongue."
He doubles his efforts again, slurping and sucking at her clit as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside her. The vibrations from his groan against her sends her hurtling over the edge. Her body seizes, back arching as a torrent of liquid gushes from her core, drenching Toji's face and mouth.
He laps it all up greedily, drinking down her essence as he continues to eat through her orgasm. When she finally starts to come down, he pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. "Fuckâyeah, momma. That was good. So fuckinâ good.â
Her eyes are faltering closed as sheâs still softly moaning as he comes up, putting her legs over his shoulders as sheâs still slightly leaned against the wall.Â
She puts her arm around the back of his neck as he lightly pressed his lips to hers, breathing along her mouth as he tells her, âIâm gonna put it in, thatâs what you want, yeah? Tell me.âÂ
She states quietly against his mouth, âPut it inâŠslowly, please.â
Toji nods. He positions himself at her entrance, the thick head of his dick pressing against her slick folds. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes inside her, inch by delicious inch.
Her mouth lightly parts open, silence going between them now. She nearly pulls back from his lips as her eyes reflexively roll to the back of her head.Â
She mouths so quietly, âOh..my god,â unable to focus as he talks to her softly, âSlow like that, baby? Immaâ go deeper.âÂ
Stoneyâs walls stretch to accommodate his size, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort flashing across her features. Toji pauses when he's halfway in, giving her time to adjust. He leans in to capture her lips in a deep, sensual kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, he gazes into her eyes, searching for any sign of distress. Sheâs spent, head spinning as she deeply whimpers. He resumes his gentle thrust, pushing the rest of the way into her warmth until he's fully sheathed. He stays still for a moment, savoring the incredible feel of being buried inside her.
She tries to hold it in, but the long moan that comes from the depths of her soul releases against his mouth in a way that feels embarrassing. She grabs his hair, her eyes fully rolled to the back of her head as Toji grunts, âDamn.â
Toji lets out a low groan as he starts to rock his hips slowly, grinding deep into her tight heat. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure through his body, and he can tell from her reactions that she's feeling it too.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growls against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "Your pussy is gripping my dick like she needed this shit."
He picks up the pace gradually, sliding in and out of her with increasing intensity. The sounds of their flesh slapping together fill the steamy air, mingling with their heavy breaths and soft moans.
Toji grabs onto her thighs, spreading her wider as he pounds a little harder. He can feel her nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on. Yet at the same time, sheâs almost pulling her hips back, nearly blacking out from how big he is.Â
He shakes his head, âDonât do that. Take this shit,â he grunts, Stoney whining in response, wrapping her arms around his neck as she sucks his lips into her mouth, attempting to relax.
She leans her head against his shoulder as she digs her teeth into it, being stretched in an almost delicious pain. Her moans drop out her mouth before she even gives them permission.Â
Toji groans deeply as he feels her teeth sinking into his shoulder, the sharp sting only adding to the intense pleasure coursing through his veins. He loves the way she clings to him, desperate and needy.
"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice a low rumble. "Take every fucking inch." He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust that makes her cry out, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
Toji captures her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans greedily. His tongue delves into her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance.Â
âHe ever fuck you like this?â
She blinks, knowing heâs referring to her ex-husband. The thought almost makes her annoyed, an arrogant side to him that she hadnât felt before. The question burned an arousal to her at the same time.
 She whispers, âToji, stop it.âÂ
He then pulls her forward as he takes her weight off of the wall, making sure he has a good standing position against the tile floor before he properly fixes her legs over his shoulders, holding her by her lower back.Â
He's suddenly lifting her up, dropping her down onto his dick in a way that makes Stoney gasp, the sound of her core clapping against his abdomen, sheâs trembling out a deep moan, her eyes faltering down as she watches him do this.
Toji smirks at her reaction, pleased that she's clearly affected by his dominant display. He holds her steady as he pounds into her, each thrust sending her body jolting against his.
"Bet he canât have you cumming all on his dick like mine, can he? Look at me.âÂ
He grips her tightly, using the leverage to drill deeper, faster. The sound of their flesh slapping together fills the steamy air, mingling with Stoneyâs wanton moans.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head again as she tries to watch him, sheepishly whimpering out to him, âUghhh, yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckk.â
Toji leans in, his breath fanning across her neck as he nips and sucks at her sensitive skin as he talks, âSee that? Thats how he shouldâve been fuckinâ you. Making you takeâEvery. Fuckinâ. Inch,â through each deep thrust he gives her, seeing the pleasurable tears that collect in her eyes, seeing as she throws her hand over her mouth to stop the embarrassing moans that plummet from her mouth.
"This pussy is mine now, huh?â
Her nails dig into his upper back, back of her thighs wet from her own arousal, latching onto his abdomen each time their skin harshly makes contact, bouncing her against him.Â
Her eyes are dazed. She feels like sheâs losing her mind as she talks back to him, âYeahhh, baby. Fuckinâ yours,â she whimpers.
âYeah?â
âYeahhhh.â
âAll mine?â
âPromise.â
âYou sure?â
âFuckinâ promise, baby. Youâre fuckinâ me so goood,â she gasps deeply, his dark chuckle echoing in her mind as their skin claps together, Stoney squealing each time he bottoms out.Â
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she tries to hold on, her body trembling violently, âOh my god, oh god, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." she sobs, her voice rising in pitch.
"Fuck, this pussy is mine now. Gripping me like this. Milk my shit dry," he commands, grinding against her as he chases his own release.
He slams into her hard, making her moan loudly. His balls slap against her ass with each thrust, the sound echoing through the room. He leans down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as he fucks her senseless.
"You're so fuckinâ tight. Like you were made for me.â
Stoney breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she looks up at him with glazed eyes as she begs, âCum in me. Cum in me, babyy.âÂ
Toji raises his eyebrows as he smirks, pleased by her desperation. He picks up the pace, fucking her with brutal intensity. "My dick has you talking crazy.â
She shakes her head, âPlease,â she whimpers, âDonât leave me, cum in me.â
âNot gonnaâ fuckin leave you, pretty.â
Her orgasm feels close, her walls tightening at his words, almost feeling more meaningful than the moment. Pleasurable tears come to her eyes as her mouth drops open, the tears dropping as she cries softly, âNeed you, I need youâŠâ
He kisses away her tears, holding her chin gently as he stares into her eyes. He can feel her pussy fluttering around his cock, squeezing him tightly.Â
"Not letting you go," he whispers, his voice low and intense. He pushes into her harder, faster, chasing their release.Â
With a few more powerful thrusts, he buries himself deep inside her and stills, releasing directly inside her. He groans deeply, holding her close as he fills her up completely.
âGonna cum, baby?â He asks, knowing the answer, just wanting to hear her whine, âYâYeah baby, Iâm cummingâŠâ
She gasps in a way she hadnât before, as if she were breathing her last bit of air. She continues talking, âIâmâŠcumming. Iâm cumming.â
Her moans become increasingly louder, causing Toji to grunt at the sounds, slowing his moments as they become more sloppy. He grunts as it turns into an equally low moan with her, both of them feeling their release soon.
Stoneyâs climax hits, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft. The scream that comes from her mouth trembles along her lips, as if she didnât expect it from herself. Toji lets out a guttural growl, his hips jerking erratically as he releases inside her. He holds her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he rides out the waves of pleasure.
After a long moment, he lifts his head, gazing down at her with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper.Â
âYou okay?"
His voice is husky, still affected by their intense coupling. He rocks into her gently, prolonging their shared pleasure until they're both spent and satisfied. Only then does he pull out carefully, admiring how his cum drips out of her well-fucked core. He strokes her hair gently, his other hand resting possessively on her hip. Despite the post-orgasmic haze, there's a new awareness between them, a connection forged in the heat of passion.
"Mhm."Â
She pants softly as she tries to regain control over her breathing. Her body still tingles with aftershocks, her thighs quivering slightly from the intensity of their lovemaking.Â
She looks up at him, her caramel skin glowing in the dim light of the bathroom. There's a vulnerability in her eyes, a trust that she hasn't shown anyone before. It's as if she's opened herself up to him completely, and the realization sends a thrill through her chest. With that, she pulled him back into a kiss. This man was either gonna be the best thing that happened to her, or the death of her. Either wayâfuck it.
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THE SUN BLARING INTO THE HOUSE WAS WOKE HIM UP. Â Toji slowly opens his eyes, the bright morning sunlight streaming through the room hitting his face. He turns his head to the side and sees her next to him, her body bare and exposed, her hair covering her face.
He watches her sleeping, feeling a mixture of emotions wash over him. He feels a strange sense of peace, a comfort in having her so close to him. He reaches out a hand, gently pushing her hair away from her face so he can get a better look at her.
She stirs, turning her head the opposite of the pillow. She lets out a soft breath, âNeed to get Sai upâŠfor school.â
He smiles slightly, amused by her half-asleep state as he says, âIt's still early," his voice raspy with the remnants of sleep, "Sai can sleep a little longer."
âMmmm, canât. Nathanâs stupid ass is picking her up. So sleepyâŠâ she pouts, digging herself deeper into the pillow.
âI fucked you good, huh?â
âShut the fuck up.â
Toji lets out a low chuckle, amused by her sleepy grumbling. He moves a bit closer to her, his body still warm from the night before.
 "Why don't you go back to sleep then? Iâll handle Nathan."
She turns her head, peeking an eye open at that. She hesitates, ââŠYou sure? You wonât punch him?âÂ
 "Can't promise I won't want to," he replies, his voice edged with annoyance, âBut I'll try to play nice for your sake."
ââDonât have money to bail you outâŠâÂ
This makes him chuckle. Toji stands from the bed as he gives a kiss to her forehead, Stoney grunting as he gives a harsh smack to her ass.Â
An hour passes, Toji now sat along the porch as he smoked a cigarette, manspread along the chair as he wore only his cargos, scarred lip twisting as he re-lit the end of the object. Sai slept quietly against the sofa, packed lunch and backpack along the side of her, still in her pajamas as Stoney told him sheâd be getting dressed at Nathanâs place. The birds chirped in the early morning, a stoic look among Tojiâs face as he continued to smoke with the front door open. He waited.
He glances occasionally inside to check on Sai, making sure she's still sleeping peacefully. He takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke in a steady stream.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a car pulls up in the driveway, and Toji recognizes it as Nathan's. He lets out a rough grunt, his muscles tensing as he waits for the other man to approach the house.
As Nathan steps from the car, Toji notices that he holds a bouquet of droopy and brown tipped flowersâpink orchids. Or at least, what wouldâve been pink orchids. When Nathan noticed Toji sitting along the porch, the most confused face came to his expression, only remembering him to be his ex-wifeâs moving man.
Toji notices the mixture of confusion and annoyance on Nathan's face, and he can't help but snort in disdain.Â
âWhereâs Stoney?â Nathan glares, holding the death-written flowers, eyeing Tojiâs half-dressed physique.
 Toji knew she was still sleeping peacefully, trying to be of help to her. His mind reflects to Stoneyâs naked body passed out in the bed from their intensity within the shower. He wasnât a dick, but maybe he wanted to be in the moment.
He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, his eyes looking Nathan up and down, "She's still sleeping," he replies, his tone casual and nonchalant.Â
He leans back in his chair, the smoke from his cigarette filling the air as he takes a drag, his gaze never leaving him. He can see the irritation in the other man's eyes, and Toji revels in it.
âWell can you wake her up and tell her she shouldâve been the one dropping her daughter off at the front door? I need to bring Sai back to my place before dropping her off to school,â he snarled.
"Sheâs good. Sheâs asleep for a reason," he replies gruffly.Â
He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing a stream of smoke in Nathan's direction which makes him cringe back. Toji then walks into the living room, taking Sai in his arms which causes her to stir awake.Â
She kneels into him as she blinks, âHi, Mr. Snake Man.â
Nathan watches with disbelief as Toji walks out with Sai in his arms, the girl blinking her doe eyes at the man as he responds, âHey, kid," his voice gruff, a small smile forming at her sleepy greeting.Â
He moves onto the porch, still holding Sai, as Nathan stands in the driveway with the dead flowers and a frustrated expression.
Thatâs when Nathan also notices the already blooming pink orchids on the porch. Toji leans towards him with a raised eyebrow as he passes Sai off to him, Sai then saying, âBye Snake Man, take care of mommy!â
âBye, little one. I will,â he chuckles, waving at her in the usual manner she did to him.
In all of that happening, Nathan's eyes widen as they catch a glimpse of the bedroom. His view was clear enough to see Stoney stirring in bed. Her naked body sprawls along the sheets, groaning as she pulls the comforter over her head to block the sunlight.Â
He looks back at Toji, his expression of astonishment and anger. Toji just smirks back at him, enjoying the other man's reaction, leaving him with one last hanging sentence.Â
"Yeah, sheâs not getting up anytime soon.â
With that, the door slams in his face.Â
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From Gold to Mold
Chapter 4: The Deal (Warning: this chapter will feature violence. Read at your own risk)
A/N: had free time this week to produce this. Next week is chock full of tests and midterms, so thisâll probably be the last chapter for some time. Enjoy! Also, Iâm sorry to those who asked to be added to the tag list and werenât. I tried to add many of you, but Tumblr wasnât able to find your blog for whatever reason.
When you open your eyes, darkness goes on forever in all directions, the only thing you can see is yourself. Where are you and how did you get here?
âHello,â you call out, hoping someone is nearby to hear you, not caring who hears you just as long as someone comes to you. âIs there anyone here?â
Nothing, which you expected, but you had hoped against reality that someone was here⊠wherever here is. The cold air surges through your body and you shiver, your teeth chattering, echoing in the void.
âWhat happened,â you ask yourself. âHowâd I get here?â
Just then, your memory kicks in and images and words assault your mind all at once: walking through the East End, the three thugs, the dirty shack in the middle of the woods you had been dragged to, andâ
âOh my god,â you say as the final memory flashes before your eyes. âThey killed me.â
Thatâs right, the flash of the muzzle and the sound of the gunshot still rattling in your head. And if you think hard enough, you can vaguely remember falling to the floor after the bullet entered your head.
âWait,â you say, realizing something very important. âIf they shot me, then why am I here?â
Sure, you arenât religious (all beliefs in a just and loving god died after you lost your Momma and was forced to live in an abusive and neglectful household for thirteen years), but this dark and neverending void is a far cry from the bright and golden imagery thatâs always been associated with heaven. And this sure isnât the fire and brimstone that comes to mind when you think of hell. So, is this purgatory? Or limbo? You never could keep the two straight.
Is this your fate? To spend the rest of your afterlife alone in this abyss? Why couldnât you just cease altogether? Was it too much to ask that you just close your eyes and never wake from your eternal slumber?
You realize youâre crying and youâre amazed that after crying so much throughout your life, you still have plenty of tears to shed, even in the afterlife. But thatâs been your lot in life since you lost Momma: to be the worldâs punching bag.
âSuch powerful emotions,â a familiar voice says.
You look up in shock and see your Momma, looking exactly the same as the day she was taken from you.
âMomma,â you exclaim, rushing to her and embracing her, squeezing her as hard as your arms will allow, afraid that if you let go, sheâll disappear.
âThis form brings out such joy, sadness, and loss in you,â she says. âFeelings from someone alive are far more vibrant than from someone deceased.â
âWhat,â you asks, looking up at her in confusion, but when you do, itâs not your Momma you see looking down at you, but Bruce. You let go of the man as quick as you can and put a bit of distance between the two of you.
âWhat did you do to my Momma, you son of a bitch,â you shout in disgust.
âThis form brings out such anger, pain, and hatred in you,â Bruce says, looking you up and down as if dissecting you like a damn lab experiment. âHow interesting.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about? Howâd you get here and what did you do to Momma?â
âAnd itâs not just this form.â You see movement all around you and in perfect unison, the other members of the Wayne Family appear from the void. âYou hold these forms in equal amounts of hatred and contempt.â
âYou deem this one a failure,â Bruce says.
âThis one a hypocrite,â Dick says.
âThis one a brute,â Jason says.
âThis one a know-it-all,â Tim says.
âThis one a stranger,â Barbara says.
âThis one annoying,â Stephanie says, before turning to Cassandra. âAnd while youâve never heard that one speak, you deem her a freak.â
âAnd you deem this one a monster,â Damian says. He gestures to Bruce. âYou hate this form and that one in equal measure, far surpassing the others.â
You see another figure step out of the void and when you make out the face, itâs Alfred. You feel relief surge through your body, happy to see the butler; if thereâs anyone who you can depend on, itâs him.
âWhile this one serves the others, you hold great respect for this form,â Alfred says. âAlthough, you hold a not insignificant amount of resentment towards him.â
Your heart skips a little at the accusation. No, you love the man, who took the place of a father when Bruce failed to fill the void left by your Mommaâs death; sure, youâve had the occasional thought that if the man was given a choice between you and them, heâd choose them over you since heâs always helping them, but heâs always been there for you since day one!
âNo,â you say, pleading with the man. âAlfred, I donât!â
âBut you do,â the butler responds. âAccording to you, he is the true master of your prison, but instead of using his power to make them acknowledge your existence, he allows them to continue parading through Gotham, fighting criminals.â
âYou also believe all these forms belong in Arkham,â Bruce adds. âAnd that you wish to be the one to subject them to electroshock therapy.â
You finally realize that somethingâs wrong here. All of them have never been in your presence long enough for you to say how you feel about them (not that theyâd care, anyway) and youâve never told Alfred how you often daydream of locking them away in Gotham, strapping them to metal chairs, and flipping the switch to send hundreds of volts through their skulls, hoping to shock them into being decent human beings. All this has been kept in your head for well over a decade.
So, how the hell did they know all this?
âYouâre not them, are you?â
âNo,â Not-Bruce answers. âWe only took the forms of those you see before you.â
âThen who the fuck are you,â you growl. âAnd where the fuck am I?â
âWe have no name,â Not-Alfred says.
âWe are one, and yet we are many,â Not-Damian finishes.
âIt is impossible to define a being such as us,â Not-Jason chimes in.
âAlright, that doesnât answer my question,â you mutter to yourself, but say it loud enough for them to hear. âThen answer me this: where am I? The last thing I remember was being shot by three thugs.â
âYes, we know of your attack,â Not-Stephanie says.
âAs for your question, we are appearing to you in your mind,â Not-Bruce says.
âMy mind,â you exclaim. âHow?â
âWhen you appeared to us, we reached out and established a link with you,â Not-Tim explains. âIt is from there that we were able to peer into your mind and see your memories.â
âMy memories,â you ask, dumbfounded.
âYes,â Not-Damian responds. âThrough your memories, we saw these forms and assumed them. We thought it would be more preferable for you to speak to us if we took the appearance of the people who have the most influence on your life.â
âIf you looked through my memories, then you should know I want nothing to do with any of them,â you snap at them.
âWe know now that we were in error,â Not-Bruce responds, a ghost of a smile gracing his face. âWe owe you many thanks. Never before have we been put into a situation where have known the sensation of being incorrect. We will ponder this experience for years to come.â
âSo, what do you really look like.â
All of them look at one another, unsure how to answer your question.
âWe are not sure if you wish to see our true form,â Not-Alfred responds.
âWhile you are the first sentient being weâve interacted with in our entire existence, we know that our true form is something many of your kind would consider⊠terrifying,â Not-Stephanie adds.
âI donât care,â you snap. âIâm not talking to any of you while you look like this and I sure as hell donât want you taking Mommaâs form! And if weâre going to talk, weâre gonna do it face to face!â
âVery well,â Not-Bruce acquiesces.
And with that, everything fades to black and for a moment, youâre scared youâll be left here in the dark by yourself again. Maybe you shouldâve let them stay like that.
Just then, above you, you see an odd red glow. You look up and you feel your blood freeze, your heart stop, and the air catches in your lungs. Above you is a giant mass of red, bioluminescent flesh hanging from a cave ceiling, thick black tendrils extruding from it and digging deep into the surrounding rock, allowing it to remain suspended in the cavern. And if that didnât freak you out enough, you can see the flesh obviously resembles the shape of a fetus in the fetal position. This thing looks like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft novel.
âHoly shit,â is all you can say.
âWe told you you would not approve of our true form,â it says, its voice beaming directly into your mind.
âWhat are you,â you ask, still awestruck at the sight before you.
âWe are have no name,â it responds. âBut, with the knowledge we have accumulated over the centuries, we suppose you can call us the Megamycete.â
âMegamycete?â
âYes, we are a supercolony of sentient fungus that has existed for over four-hundred years.â
âFour-hundred years? Thatâs as long as Gothamâs been around.â
âWe have existed as the city above. When its founders first arrived, we were nothing more than a collection of small, independent and unaware colonies of mold. Not long after the first buildings were built, an earthquake shook the area and revealed something we now know as a âLazarus Pit,â a pool of green, luminescent liquid that possesses remarkable restorative properties, and the colonies that would become us were plunged into it.â
âAnd this pit made you the way that you are?â
âThe pit made us aware, but it did not give us our intelligence. With our enhanced capabilities, we were able to spread out our roots beyond the mountain. Not long after, we discovered the corpses of the first of Gothamâs citizens, buried after they drew their last breath; when our roots came into contact with their bodies, we found we had the ability to archive the knowledge, memories, and even DNA of the deceased. We became obsessed with growing our archive, so as Gotham grew over the years, so did our roots; overtime, we archived hundreds of its deceased, increasing our intelligence and knowledge of the outside world. Now, our roots touch every part of this city, becoming one with it, not only archiving the remains of its living, but seeing and hearing everything that goes on within its boundaries.â
âSo,â you say, your mouth becoming dry at your newfound knowledge. âYouâre like some fungal god?â
âWhile we know many of your kind may consider a being such as us god, we hold no illusion of being a divine entity. We think of ourselves as an immortal observer.â
As you attempt to process this information, your mind brings something to your attention and you feel your heart stop when you realize it. You really donât want to know the answer, but thereâs that damn stubborn part of you that has⊠no, it needs to know.
âSo,â you begin, trying to summon the courage to ask your question. âEarlier, you said all of this is going on in my head, right?â
âYes, our roots were able to establish a link with you and allow us to convene with you in your mind.â
âSo, if weâre in my head right now, whereâs me? I mean, my body?â
Although the Megamycete doesnât have eyes, nor does it turn anything that resembles a head, you can feel it shift its awareness to the side, as if looking at something. You feel yourself break into a cold sweat as you slowly turn your head to the left, wondering what exactly youâre going to find.
And when you do, your greeted by a sight that makes you feel as if the world around you had crumbled away and youâve been left behind to float in the void left behind: you, lying in a mess of tendrils composed of mold, broken, battered, and bloody; your limbs lying in directions theyâre definitely not supposed to be in, your eyes glazed over, and a gaping bullet hole in your left temple.
âOh my god,â you shout, utterly horrified at the sight before you. âOh my god!â
âWe saw the torture those three criminals subjected you to. Their leader was quite thorough in inflicting damage.â
âSo thatâs it, huh?â While this is all just some projection in your head, you feel like youâre hyperventilating. âThis is how it ends: being eaten by some sentient mushroom and becoming a part of it? Doomed to spend the rest of eternity tethered to this damn city? I survive in a place where youâre likely to be killed by some trigger-happy murder clown and his psycho-ass whore while getting your mail and some two-bit thug is what does me in?â
âIf you look closer, you will find that you are still alive.â
You practically snap your head to look back at your body and sure enough, you can see your chest moving up and down. It may not be much, but itâs there.
âIâm alive,â you ask, shocked at the sight of you breathing.
âYou still live,â it answers back. âYour life force is low, but still there.â
âBut how? He shot me in the head and then threw me down here! People donât live after something like that!â
âWhile a gunshot to the head is normally fatal, our archive shows us two revelations: that the bullet did not go through your brain, but graze it and that the bullet used was of a lower caliber. While the wound was grievous, you still had a chance of surviving it. As for the fall into our chamber, your body was caught onto our roots as it fell, slowing it down and allowing it to land with diminished force.â
âBut Iâm still going to die, right?â
âYes,â it answers, seemingly sympathetic. âIf you were in a proper hospital, you could recover, but right now, your body is slowly shutting down. By the time anyone found you, you would long be deceased.â
So, you survive attempted murder, but youâll still die in the end.
âFuck,â you mutter. âWasnât the end I had in mind.â
âWhat did you have in mind for your death,â the Megamycete asks.
âShouldnât you know what i had in mind for my death?â
âWe do, but our knowledge shows us talking to the dying brings a form of comfort to them. Plus, this is the first time we have had the chance to interact with a living mortal. We wish to prolong the experience as much as possible.â
You chuckle at that. âI thought I would spend my final days back home in Goodsprings, sitting in the big recliner Momma bought for me. I use to spend Saturday mornings in it, eating cereal and watching cartoons.â You smile at the memory of the chair. âIt was a damn good chair.â
âWe see it, a brown cushioned seat, perfect for watching television or reading books.â
âYeah, thatâs the one. Wouldâve been perfect to spend my last days in.â
âPerhaps you still can.â
You look up at the Megamycete. âWhat?â
âWe offer you a deal: we will repair your body and give you the strength to leave this chamber and rejoin the outside world.â
âAnd youâll get what?â
âYou become our host.â
âWhat,â you balk. âHost?â
âYes, we will entangle ourselves with your very being, becoming as one.â
âAnd why the hell would I agree to that,â you exclaim. âYou fix my body just to take it over? No deal!â
âYou misunderstand. We will not override your control over your body. We will be nothing more than a spectator in your life, seeing but being powerless to intervene. In addition to being restored to your former glory, you will gain access not only to our vast archive of knowledge, but gain abilities many of your kind would consider supernatural.â
That certainly cools your temper. âSo, you fix me up and give me superpowers, but all you get in return is front row seats to my life. Sounds like Iâm the only one benefitting from this deal.â
âOn the contrary, we stand to gain just as much as you do. For over four-hundred years, we could see the outside world, but not join it. With each new corpse we archived, we began to desire a way to interact with the world firsthand and not by mere memories. You are our solution to this dilemma. Through you, we will know what it means to feel the sun on our face, or to taste the finest meals, or to hear a symphony.â
The Megamyceteâs words shock you to your core. You guess if you were stuck in this cavern for four centuries and only knew of a world beyond it through memories, youâd do anything to experience it, too.
âPlease, Y/N, we beg you to accept our deal. We promise everything we are, from our archive to our longevity, will be at your disposal. You will be stronger, smarter, and better than those who thought less of you. In comparison to you, they will be nothing more than mere ants.â
Youâve thought about showing the Waynes up for years, to be able to pay Jason back for that black eye, to make Tim feel like a complete idiot, and especially to make Damian feel inferior in every way possible.
âWe can do that for you. With us at your side, youâll attain a level of perfection they could never dream of. All we want is to be able to witness this firsthand.â
âAlright,â you relent. âIf all you want is to go outside in exchange for making me better than them, you have a deal.â
âWe thank you, Y/N,â it says, sounding incredibly happy. Relieved, even.
And with that, your world fades to black once again and when you open your eyes, you find that youâre back in your body, feelings of pain overwhelming your senses, making it hard to concentrate on the Megamycete pressing its tendrils into you. You watch in total awe as the giant, fetus-like mass that is the Megamycete begin to shrink and when you look down where the tendrils are embedded in your skin, you can see a black substance being injected into under your skin. The more of the substance being pumped into your body, the smaller the Megamycete gets.
Thatâs when you feel weird all over, like every cell in your body is transforming into something else. While not painful, per se, itâs an incredibly odd sensation.
(Your body is becoming one with our mold,) you hear the Megamycete explain in your head. (Not only will it repair the damage that was done to you, you will find that you are far more durable than any mere mortal and have the ability to change your form into any that is stored in our archive, both man or beast.)
âWait, youâre saying I can shapeshift?â
(If that is what you wish to call our mimetic abilities, then yes, you may âshapeshift.â)
When the last of the mold was transferred to you, you find your body stitching itself up and the incredible pain you were in fading fast, like it was never there. You see a puddle of water lying nearby and when you look in it, you see that all your injuries are gone, even the scar on your left check that Damian gave you three years ago. If you didnât know any better, youâd say it never happened at all.
And not only do you look better, you feel better! You wouldnât say you were the healthiest person ever, but you tried to stay somewhere in between active and sedentary; sure you werenât going to be running any marathons, but you were able to climb the many stairwells at school when the elevator took too long. Now, however, you felt like you could run and win a marathon, or climb up a mountain without climbing gear, or swim the English Channel during a hurricane! And you didnât feel better physically, but intellectually as well! Gotham, for all it many flaws, has attracted the best artists, architects, doctors, engineers, musicians, scientists, and more; you feel your mind being rushed with the knowledge and memories of countless people throughout the ages, ranging from the cityâs early days to now. Hell, you even have access to the memories and knowledge of some of Bruceâs greatest employees, giving you knowledge on much on Wayne Enterprisesâ tech and projects that heâs spared no expense in keeping under wraps. Maybe you can get a pretty penny from Lex Corp in exchange for this information since everyone knows Bruce and Lex are bitter rivals and are constantly trying to one-up each other, with Bruce, unfortunately, often being the winner in their battles to develop the next technological development.
âI feel like I could run circles around Einstein,â you laugh, completely blown away with your newfound intellect. Right now, you feel like you could write a symphony that would make Beethoven feel inadequate while at the same time painting a masterpiece that would eclipse the Mona Lisa and designing a fusion reactor capable of powering the entire country. You look around the cavern, looking and not seeing a way out. âNow how do I get out of here?â
(There is a passage directly above you.) You look up to see a big hole in the chamberâs ceiling. (That is how you ended up here when those three threw you in here. Our archives have absorbed many of Gothamâs birds. Any one of them should give you the power to fly out of the chamber.)
The mention of the three thugs remind you of your stolen pen and Game Boy, which then fills you with rage. Youâve never liked thieves and the thought of your Mommaâs treasured pen and your gift from your thoughtful boss in the hands of such lowlifes gives you even more of a reason to hate them. By now, they could be anywhere, maybe even outside of the city for fear of your disappearance being reported (mostly by Alfred, the only person left in Gotham who would give a damn).
(Remember our roots span all of Gotham,) the Megamycete says. (Through them, we have seen and heard all that occurs in this city. As our host, you now have access to them. All you have to do is reach out and think of who you wish to find.)
Following its advice, you reach out and feel the roots that entangle Gotham like a spider web. As soon as you do, youâre overwhelmed with sights and sounds from every corner of the city.
(Focus on the three,) it advises you. (If you concentrate on who exactly you want, the roots will do the rest.)
It takes some doing, but you manage to push aside the multitude of people that are in your mindâs eye and focus on the three kidnappers. Youâre taken across the city, rushing past the many buildings and stopping at some seedy building in Coventry. Your newfound knowledge of Gotham tells you this is the My Alibi bar, a place for Gothamâs criminals to get together to eat, trade gossip, and find work.
With your destination known, you search through the Megamyceteâs archives and something to get you out of here and find something that should do the job: crows. Your body manifests into a murder of crows and takes off in perfect unison, keeping in formation. Itâs extremely weird to be a bunch of birds; you know that what was once your body is now numerous birds, but while youâre multiple birds, youâre still one person. You can see through all their eyes all at once and change their flight path and they actually do it like itâs nothing. In a matter of seconds, youâre on the surface, flying above the forest and looking down at the twinkling lights of Gothamâs buildings.
âYou know, from above, that cesspit actually looks kinda pretty.â
(We thank you, Y/N. We never thought we would be able to experience such a sight firsthand, but here we are. Now, shall we retrieve your stolen property?)
The crows fly through the city, zipping past the buildings and as you do, you realize that youâve just fulfilled a dream youâve had since you were ten-years-old: to fly like a bird. When you realized that the Waynes were awful and all you wanted was to go back to Goodspringsâ to take flight like a bird and leave this city and the Waynes behind. Now, you can turn into a flock of birds, or even grow a pair of wings, and fly all the way to Nevada!
Eventually, you reach the My Alibi club, which looks even worse in person than through the Megamyceteâs roots. You land on a nearby buildingâs rooftop and see the only security for the entire building is a single bouncer. You command the birds to land near the bouncer and when they do, they come together and reform your body, but instead of revealing you, you command hardened black mold to cover your body, not wanting your face to be seen by anyone.
Whatâs going to happen here needs to not get back to you.
âWhat,â the bouncer stutters. âWhat the hell?â
âLeave,â is all you say.
The bouncer says nothing before he runs away.
(Are you ready,) the Megamycete asks as you near the door. (We highly doubt your three would-be murderers will take your return likely. Nor will they likely be in a hurry to return your property. You may have to resort to violence.)
âGood,â is all you say as you enter.
The noise coming from patronsâ conversations, drinking, and arguing comes to an end when you walk inside. A quick look around and you can tell this place lives up to its reputation of being for Gothamâs criminal element; everyone here looks like theyâve done time and will probably spend their last days in prison.
And in the back corner sit your targets, looking at you with their table filled with glasses and plates of food. The sight fills you with rage; they shot you in the head and threw you in a ditch and here they are, eating and drinking like they just got off work and wanted something to take the edge off. And what really pisses you off is seeing the one called Butch holding your Game Boy like it was his right!
âIâm here for them,â you say, pointing to your quarry. âThe rest of you are free to go.â
âUp yours, freak,â some shithead shouts back, pulling out a revolver and fires it three times. The bullets hit the hardened mold and fall to the floor, looking like crushed tin cans rather than deadly projectiles. âWhat the hell?â
He goes to fire it again, but you raise your hand and a tendril emerges from it, piercing the manâs heart; he drops his gun and lets out a disgusting gurgle, blood dripping from it and pooling on the floor, before falling silent, dead.
While most of your mind is disturbed at the sight; youâve just killed a man, his blood literally on your hands, but you canât deny thereâs a part of you thatâs not saddened by your actions. After all, he did try to kill you and if he was in a place like this, chances are he was a piece of shit and Gothamâs a slightly better place for his passing.
For a moment, everyone is paralyzed at what just happened. The place is so quiet, a pin could drop and it would deafen everyone. Then, everyone breaks out of their stupor, practically all of them pulling out their guns and begin shooting at you, but just like their friend here found out, their bullets are useless against you. Numerous tendrils emerge from all over your body and rush at them; some of them empaling them, others wrap around their throats and crush them, while the rest just whip them with enough force to break them in two. One by one, they fall until itâs just you and your prey.
âLook, man,â you killer whimpers as you draw closer to him. âI donât know what you want, but you can take what we have. Tom, hand him the bag.â
The other one throws a bag, which lands at your feet; you look down to see itâs your book bag. You pick it up and open it to find everything still inside, from your binder and notebooks to your phone and the gift box Mr. Chen gave you. Youâre relieved to know that youâre not missing any of your school stuff and donât have to go looking for anything or replace it. You are, however, missing all the money from your wallet, but a look on the table shows where it went to. But, youâre still missing the most important thing: your Mommaâs pen.
âHere, take this, too.â The leader takes the Game boy from Butch and holds it out to you, which you snatch from him, reveling in the fear in his eyes as you did, and carefully place it inside.
That just leaves one last order of business. You extend two tendrils and wrap them around the leaders throat and hold him up from the floor, his legs kicking around, trying and failing to get him back on the ground; his arms pathetically wrap around the tendrils, trying to crate some room for him to breath, and his mouth is gaping like a fish out of water, trying to get any sort of air. His cohorts go to say something, but a quick glare from you shuts them up. You bring the man close to you until you can see your reflection in his eyes, which are wide and full of terror, and open your mold mask, revealing your identity to them and based off their expressions, all three men could probably crush coal into diamonds with their sphincters.
âHoly shit,â Butch whispers, his face showing his complete disbelief.
âItâs that kid,â Tom adds, his face mirroring his partner. âBut, we killed him, right?â
âMy pen,â you say, looking at this piece of human filth with complete contempt. âWhere is it?â
You loosen your grip to allow him to speak.
âMy pocket,â he says. âItâs in my pocket. All the pawn shops were closed, so I wasnât able to sell it.â
While youâre happy that your beloved pen is not is some sleazy pawn shopâs display window, youâre utterly disgusted at the thought of this manâs audacity to think he had the right to sell your most treasured possession like its some worthless trinket. A small tendril emerges form your shoulder and searches the manâs pocket and pulls out that beautiful gold ink pen. You have it deliver it to your left hand, which is empty as your right hand is being used to hold the man in front of you, and hold onto it with a vice-like grip.
(Not even death could separate you from your Motherâs memento,) the Megamycete states. (We are impressed at your dedication to it.)
âLook, weâre sorry for what we did to you,â the man pathetically whimpers. âReally, we are.â
âDid you know this was my Mommaâs pen,â you ask as if the man had not just said something. âI lost her on my sixth birthday and was forced to leave my home in Goodsprings to live here. This pen is the only thing of hers I was able to bring with me. And you had felt like you had the right to take something I treasure more than anything else in the world and pawn it off for some petty cash.â
âWe didnât know, man,â Butch responds, now realizing the depth of his mistakes. âWeâre sorry.â
âWe promise we wonât tell anyone about this,â Tom adds. âJust let us go and youâll never see or hear from us ever again.â
âYouâre right, we wonât see each other again, but wouldnât you like to know who I was forced to live with?â The three of them pathetically nod in unison and you have to fight the urge to laugh. A few hours ago, these men were looking down at you, sure they could do anything they wanted, but now, here you are, far above them in the food chain. âI was forced to live with my father, Bruce Wayne.â
âBut he saidââ the leader starts to say, but you cut him off.
âThat bastard has ignored me since I moved in with him,â you shout, shutting him up. âI was his first biological son, but heâs completely forgotten about me!â You take a deep breath. Just the mention of him brings out the worst in you. âBut it doesnât matter. I donât need him. Just like you donât need your lives.â
And with that, you rip the manâs head clean off his shoulders, not even giving him the chance to realize his fate before killing him. You release the body and both it and his head crumple to the floor in a heap of lifeless meat and to further invoke fear in them, you stomp on the head while looking at them, the thing making a wet splat sound. The other two shout, but you cut them down with ease, tendrils emerging from your back and wrapping around their heads and crush them with ease, showering the floor in their blood and grey matter. Their bodies fall to the floor and flail around for a while before finally stopping.
(Well done,) the Megamycete praises. (You cut down these criminals and made Gotham safer faster than any police officer we have known. Perhaps the local police should seek out your services?)
âNot gonna happen,â you laugh as you walk out of the bar with your backpack in hand. âI have no intention of staying in this place. Once I graduate, Iâm going back home.â
(Yes, Goodsprings. A small town located in Nevada. We look forward to experiencing your return to your point of origin.)
And with that, you manifest a pair of black wings on your back and take flight, flying far above the cityâs skyscrapers, so hopefully youâre safe from detection. In just a few minutes, youâve flown from Burnley Island to Bristol, something that shouldâve taken almost an hour by car. Thanks to the Megamyceteâs roots, you can see the Bats still out and about throughout Gotham, so you donât have to worry about running into any of them while hurrying into your room.
You land down the street to avoid being picked up by the security cameras (Bruceâs picture is the definition of paranoid based on the amount of cameras in both the estate and in the house itself) and walk the rest of the way there. Normally, walking down the marathon-length driveway to the manor when coming home from work, but his time, you cross the distance like itâs nothing; in fact, you feel like you can do this another dozen times and still feel energized.
But, while youâre physically invigorated, youâre mentally drained and all you want to do is curl up and bed and pass out; you enter Wayne Manor and hurry to your room, never more thankful for being far from the rest of the household than you are now. While youâve been flying under the radar of Gothamâs vigilantes for years now, youâll afraid that even they wonât be able to ignore you when they found out about your newly gained powers. During your stay here, youâve listened to their conversations when they thought you werenât around and you know that while they distrust everyone (even each other based on the fact that no one seems to be allowed to have secrets), they distrust those with superpowers the most. Two years you listened in on a conversation between Bruce and Superman, who offered to help him during a time when many of Arkhamâs most dangerous patients escaped all at once, and Bruce said in a tone that felt like sandpaper being dragged across your face: âGothamâs off limits to metas. You step one foot in my city and youâll regret it.â
Honestly, youâre confident that Bruce is only on this planet to be the biggest asshole who ever lived. He treats his first biological son like shit, he raises his âtrue childrenâ to be as paranoid and pessimistic as him, and he threatens anyone who offers his sorry ass any kind of help. It seems to you that the only one who shouldâve died that night in Crime Alley is Bruce.
You shove the manâs image in your head aside. Before tonight, he wasnât important to you, but now, heâs irrelevant. You never needed him before, but now, you really donât. With the Megamycete, you have everything you need.
Just then, your phone rings, bringing you out of your thoughts. You fish out your phone and look on the screen to see Alfredâs caller ID staring back at you.
âHello,â you answer.
âMaster Y/N, are you alright?â
âYeah, of course. Why wouldnât I be?â
âBecause itâs over an hour since you shouldâve called me since getting off work.â You wince when you peek at your phone and see youâre overdue your nightly call with the butler. âSo, I ask again: are you alright?â Based off his tone, heâs not going to accept âIâm fineâ as an answer.
âYeah, I am.â You quickly think of anything that could explain your tardiness and realize something: the best lie is an obvious truth. You just need to modify it a bit. âI just stayed behind to tell Mr. Chen goodbye. Today was the last day for the store because his daughter said Gotham was too dangerous for him to stay by himself, so she brought him to her home today.â
âOh, Master Y/N, Iâm sorry.â His tone says heâs bought it and you actually feel bad lying to the man youâve come to see as a father figure. âI know how much you loved working there. Are you alright?â
âYeah, I will be. Iâm gonna miss him.â
âOf course you will, he was a good man and you were the best employee he could ask for. Can I do anything for you? Iâm halfway through with my vacation, perhaps I shouldââ
âNo,â you cut the man off. âYou donât have to come back early, Alfred.â With everything thatâs happened today, you need some time to prepare yourself before facing Alfred in person again. It would be a disaster for you to expose yourself as some form of metahuman in front of him. Plus, he deserves to have all his allotted vacation time. âIâll be fine, really.â
âIf youâre sure,â he says, obviously wanting to say more, but doesnât press the issue. âIâll let you go, Iâm sure youâre tired and you need your rest. Please make sure you catch up on your sleep Iâm sure youâve missed this week during your spring break.â
âI will, Alfred, donât worry. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.â
âVery good, Master Y/N. Good night, my boy.â
âGood night.â
You hang up and let out a sigh of relief, glad he bought it.
(You say you trust the butler with your life, but keep the events of tonight a secret from him. Why?)
âBecause Alfredâs highly protective and would most likely steal a boat and sail back to Gotham within an hour if I told him I was kidnapped. And if he knew about you, heâd probably drag me to a hospital and have every last trace of mold surgically removed.â
(We do not wish for that to happen.)
âMe neither, bud. You know, after tonight, I think weâre gonna do great things together.â
(We agree. Now, heed the words of your butler and rest. Tonight was very eventful for you. It would not do well for our host to shirk in his bodily needs.)
You chuckle and strip down to your boxers before climbing into bed. Not long after you get comfy, you feel yourself drift off to sleep. For the first time ever, youâre actually looking forward to waking up in Gotham.
Bruce hears Jason whistle at the sight, but says nothing in favor of studying the carnage inside the My Alibi bar. Bodies are scattered everywhere around the establishment, some are relatively intact while others look like they were ripped in half.
âLooks like someone had fun here,â Jim says as he approaches him, Jason, and Damian. âWhat do you think?â
âLooks like someone had a score to settle,â he responds to the police commissioner. He motions to the remains of three men crowded together in a corner of the bar with their heads missing; two of the heads are near the rest of their bodies while the third has been reduced to a fine red paste. âEspecially these three. Based on how they were killed, Iâd guess whoever did this was after them.â
âDoesnât look like Jokerâs handiwork,â Jim adds. âNo one hereâs smiling and the place is devoid of murderous gag toys.â
No, this is definitely not the clownâs MO. Neither does it match the MO of anyone currently missing from Arkham. The only one he could think of that could rip apart and crush some of the victims is Bane, but that doesnât explain why the remaining victims are impaled; plus, the giant is still locked up in Arkhamâs high-security ward. So, this can only mean one thing.
âThis is definitely the work of someone new,â he says, bending down to study the squashed head. âAnd with this being the only scene we know of, this was their first time killing.â
Whoever did this is highly dangerous and needs to be stopped and fast before even more people get hurt. Looks like he and his family are going to have their hands full for the foreseeable future.
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Playing Favorites - L.F
Pairing: Bakery owner!Felix x Shy!Reader
Requested: by @heeseungspookie literally forever ago thanks for waiting <3
Warnings: Fem/afab reader, very light smut, touching over the clothes, kissing, cursing, and fluff. so much fluff. Set in Felix POV
WC: 4.4k
Thank you to the requester for your patience on this, i really hope you enjoy it! not proofread :)
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The bakery was slow this morning- more so than it had been all week- but it wasnât a problem for Felix. One of his cashiers had called out this morning and as owner of the shop he had to take over front duties as well as baking in the back, and the slow day helped him keep up. âS.K.Z Bake-er-yâ was his pride and joy so he needed to work to keep it running smoothly.Â
Even though it was more work for him Felix really didnât mind having to man the front. It meant being able to see his favorite customer. As his watch showed it was 9:30am on the dot he heard the little bell above the door make a little jingle as it opened.Â
âRight on time.â He thought to himself, not bothering to conceal his smile. Felix looked up from the coffee machine to see you coming through the entrance.
 Felix had met you about two years ago right after opening this bakery. He could remember the day you came in.Â
It was winter and the snow was coming down heavily, covering everything in sight in a blanket of white. The bakery had only been open for about a week and was still unknown so there weren't any customers (nevermind the fact it was storming) and he was beginning to give up hope of having any customers that day- then the door jingled. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen entered his bakery.Â
You were wrapped in a thick pink scarf that almost engulfed your whole upper body and there were small snowflakes stuck in your hair. He watched as you dusted yourself off and wiped your feet on the mat, then you looked up and made eye contact with him. Felix felt his face blush a deep red at having been caught staring and he quickly looked away and grabbed a coffee cup, then pretending to wipe it down as if it were dirty. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the little bell on the counter was rung.Â
âUmm, hello.â You called out softly. He spun back around to face you, still too stunned by your beauty to say anything. You nervously looked in the cases at all the goods then back at him. âDo you, uh, have any croissants?âÂ
Felix shook out of his stupor, blinking rapidly for a second then giving you a shy grin. âUh yeah. Iâve got plain butter, chocolate, vanilla creme and raspberry jam.âÂ
âCan I please get a raspberry one? And a hot chocolate please?â You took out your wallet and handed him a $10 bill. He tried to give you back your change but you shook your head. âNo, you keep it.â
âThank you. That is very kind of you.â He hid his blush by turning around again and quickly assembling your drink and pastry, adding a brownie to the tray as well. âHere you go, I hope you like it.â He smiled and set the goods down in front of you.Â
âOh I didnât order the brownie..â You went to give it back to him but he put his hands up, not accepting it back.Â
âItâs on the house.â He gave you a wink, internally cringing until he saw how your eyes lit up.Â
There you were, wrapped up in that same oversized pink scarf and shaking the leaves off your clothes.Your eyes met his as you walked closer to the counter and you offered him a shy smile that made his heart flutter.Â
âGood morning, Felix. How are you today?â You asked in a chipper voice.Â
âMorning, sunshine. Iâm doing pretty good, running the shop alone today. How about you? Want your usual?â and by âusualâ he meant a brownie and a hot chocolate.Â
You nodded, âYes please! And can you throw a maple donut please?âÂ
âOoooo feeling adventurous today, huh?â He teased, placing both treats in a little paper bag and sticking a lid on your cocoa.
You playful flipped your hair over your shoulder with a giggle, âYou know it.â You handed him cash and he once again only charged you for the drink and donut. âFelix, you canât keep giving me freebies! Youâre running a business!âÂ
âSorry, itâs actually company policy that my favorite customer gets free brownies.â He shrugged, âIf you have a complaint youâll have to take it up with our corporate office.âÂ
âFelix.. Am I really your favorite customer?âÂ
âShit.â He thought. He didnât mean to slip up like that.Â
âUhh, I- I mean..â The boy stuttered, unsure of how to save himself. But luckily he didnât need to.Â
âBecause youâre my favorite baker.âÂ
Felix looked at you and saw how timid you now appeared, hiding your face in your scarf after your revelation.Â
âYour favorite baker.. I like how that sounds.â He grinned, his nose wrinkling as he began to giggle. He just thought you looked so adorable at the way you hid your face even further, his words clearly having an effect on you. âPlease donât hide from me! I didnât mean to embarrass you, sunshine.âÂ
You slowly lifted your head out of your knitted garment, âMâ not embarrassed.â He gave you a look that said he didnât believe you. âOk fine I am a little bit, but I canât help it. I donât know how to flirt.âÂ
Now that had him taken aback. You were flirting with him? Since when did you do that? Usually he was the one whoâs been flirting with you for two years. He realized he must have been standing there with his mouth gaping for too long because he saw the crestfallen look on your face.Â
âShit, I didnât mean to make things weird. Iâll just go now.â You grabbed your goods and went to turn and leave but suddenly his hand shot out before he could even think about it.Â
âWait, Y/n donât go!â He had leaped halfway across the counter to grab your forearm gently before you could walk away. âIâm sorry I didnât say anything, you just took me off guard. I didnât expect you to be.. Flirty with me.âÂ
âReally? Iâve been doing it with you for two whole years, Felix.â You shuffled on your feet, still letting him hold onto your arm.Â
Felix felt speechless again, but at least this time he could feel the massive smile overtake his mouth instead of leaving it open like an idiot. The cognitive part of his brain told him that he had to say something.âThatâs insane..â He began, âBecause Iâve been flirting with you for just as long.â
He watched as you turned your head away so he couldnât see the way your face heated up and the way you bit your lip. âYou donât have to lie to make me feel better, Felix.âÂ
âNo really!â The blonde protested loudly, then realized his shouting might freak you out more so he cleared his throat and lowered his tone, unintentionally using his deep voice, â I mean, I would never lie to you. Iâve been into you since the second you walked into this place.âÂ
Felix unfortunately missed how his deep timber affected you, how your eyes widened and your fingers twitched, due to the door opening and the signature jingling of the bell signaling another customer.Â
âHi, welcome in! I will be right with you!â He called out to the new group that had entered, then quickly looked back to you, âIf you donât believe me then let me prove it to you. Here,â He grabbed a piece of receipt paper and scribbled down his number messily. âIs my number. I would love to take you on a date⊠I mean only if you want to.âÂ
You nodded your head and tentatively grabbed the slip of paper from his outstretched hand, âI do want too. Iâll uh, text you.âÂ
Felix could tell you were feeling nervous, especially now that there was a line of people behind you watching your interaction, âI look forward to it.â He smiled at you again, waving as you scooped up your items and exited the store. The man was feeling slightly dejected by the interaction until he saw you stop at the door and turn around to look at him again with a delicate grin on your face.Â
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Honestly, Felix did not think there was a possibility in hell that you would actually text him- let alone that very evening. He thought he had blown his chance with you after practically throwing himself at you this morning (at least, thatâs what his anxiety told him had happened) so when he was alerted that he had a message from an unknown number he couldnât suppress the flutter of hope that swelled in his chest.Â
Hi Felix its Y/n. I was wondering if you were free tonight?Â
He immediately wrote you back, too excited to care about seeming desperate.Â
hey! yes i am totally free! What did you have in mind? :)
He waited for a second then the three little dots that you were typing appeared.Â
Well I was thinking maybe you would want to come over and watch a movie with me? Plus i have a bottle of pink moscato thats been begging to be opened.
If you're up for it :)Â
His cheeks were inflamed as he read your message. This time he could tell there was some flirtation in your words and it made his brain fuzzy. You wanted him to come over to your home and spend time with you.. There was no way he would ever pass up on that opportunity.Â
Oh iâm up for it. Iâm about to close up shop so I could be at yours in about half an hour?
Works for meÂ
Heres my address. Iâll see you soon :)
Felix hugged his phone to his chest dreamily then remembered he needed to finish cleaning up if he was going to make it to yours on time. He pocketed his phone and resumed the closing duties, now with a little more pep in his step.Â
KnockÂ
KnockÂ
KnockÂ
The back of his hand wrapped on your door, the other was holding a large pink to-go box full of the unsold pasties of the day. He fidgeted with the hem of his jacket as he heard a soft âcomingâ from further into your home.Â
After a minute or so the door slowly opened to reveal you with a big grin on your face. His eyes swept over you momentarily, taking in your bare face and wet hair. He noted you must have just taken a shower. You were also dressed in an oversized light blue sweater and a pair of gray leggings. He had never seen you look so beautiful before.Â
âHi.â You said softly then moved to the side to allow him entry. âCome on in.âÂ
âHello sunshine, I brought some donuts. There's a few maple ones in here too.â He entered your apartment and you took the box from him excitedly.Â
âThank you! Those are some of my favorites!â You closed the door and led him inside.Â
Felix let his gaze wander around your home, taking in all the pictures on the walls of you and friends, and the many fluffy blankets that littered your couch. If your living room was this cozy he could only imagine what your bedroom looked like.Â
âSorry,â Your voice took him out of his thoughts, âI know itâs not much.âÂ
He shook his head, âNo your place is great! Very cozy feeling.âÂ
You hummed, motioning for him to follow you. âYou can set your coat down wherever.â You placed the box of goodies on your coffee table and plopped down on the couch, patting the spot next to you. The blonde boy shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair then softly took a seat down next to you. You grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. âWhat kind of movie do you want to watch?âÂ
âHmmm, maybe a romcom?â He suggested. You nodded and scrolled through the romcom section on netflix. Eventually you guys decided on âSheâs the Manâ.Â
Felix opened the box he brought and pulled out a chocolate donut, taking a small bite. You had already set out the bottle of wine and two glasses. You grabbed the bottle and motioned for him in question, to which he nodded in response. You poured two glasses then handed one to him.Â
âI hope you like moscato. Itâs kinda all I had.â You said sheepishly, sipping on your drink.Â
Felix sipped the drink as well, his palette being flooded with fruity notes. âMm, itâs sweet.âÂ
The both of you sat next to each other while the movie played on your screen, every so often making commentary about the characters and sharing a laugh. It was a film you had both already seen a million times so neither of you minded talking through it.Â
 About halfway through he noticed you had moved ever so slightly closer to him and now your shoulders were touching. You were so close he could smell the scent of your shampoo, the rich honey flooding his senses and making his head spin. He didnât know if he should get closer to you or move away so he ended up just sinking further into the cushions instead, but you seemed to take that as an invitation to curl up even closer to him.
Now being able to feel the heat radiating off of your body it made him flush even deeper, both his body and something else beginning to stiffen.Â
âOh no, please not now!â He mentally begged, clenching his fists and attempting to control his breathing, willing the growing hard on to go down.Â
âand when I close my eyes, I see you for who you truly are, which is UUUG-LAY.â You quoted along with the tv, laughing loudly. Felix let out a strained chuckle, trying to appear calm, cool and collected. Personally, he thought he was doing a great job at remaining inconspicuous, but evidently by the way you leaned off of him and turned around to look at him with a crestfallen look on your face said otherwise. âFelix..is something the matter?âÂ
âW-what?â He stuttered then cleared his throat, âUh, nope, nothingâs the matter.âÂ
âPlay it cool. Play it cool. Play it COOLâÂ
âItâs just that,â You twiddled with your hair and looked away from him, â Youâre so stiff and you really donât seem too interested. Iâm worried that.. Youâre starting to regret asking me out.âÂ
âNo!â He burst out loudly, then slapped a quick hand over his mouth. He blinked quickly then dropped his hand, âI mean, of course I donât regret asking you out! Iâve been dreaming of being like this with you since I met you!âÂ
âThen what is wrong? Is it the movie? Do you not like the wine?â You hesitated for a moment, âAm I.. Not attractive to you?â
Now it was him who looked at you wounded, as if your words had physically marred him. âYou canât be serious.â but the disheartened downcast of your eyes told him you were. Felix reached out and cupped your cheeks with both hands, tilting your head up to look at him. âY/n, Sunshine, please look at me.â You slowly did as he asked and he could see the wetness that was welling up on your lash line. âYou have absolutely no idea how attracted to you I am.â
âFelix..â You whispered. âYou donât have to lie to make me feel better. I know that Iâm not entirely the picture of sexiness right now in my pjs.âÂ
Felix knew now was the time to be completely honest with you- to lay it all on the line to make you believe him.Â
âSunshine, I would never lie to you. I think you are the most gorgeous, attractive and sensual woman I have ever seen; pjs and all.â He gulped before he continued. âIâm sorry I seemed so disinterested and stuffy, I was just so nervous to have the girl of my dreams cuddled up so close to me I didnât know how else to react- my body didnât know how to react.âÂ
The man bit on his lip as he watched the understanding begin to settle on your features, a small âoâ shape taking place on your mouth. Your eyes flickered from his down to the visible tent in his pants that you somehow missed before, then back up to his. âYou, you mean your..âÂ
âHard as a rock because you were laying on me, yep.â He just knew his face was a deep shade of pink by now. Felix thought for sure you would call him a creep and kick him out so he went to take his hands off your face but your own quickly grabbed his and brought them back to your face.Â
âDonât.. Please keep them touching me.â You whispered, locking eyes with him intensely. âI like it when you touch me.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
You nodded slowly, âYes. I think about it all the time.â Felix felt his breath hitch ever so slightly when one of your hands made contact with his chest. âI think about your hands on me, about the warmth of them on my skin.âÂ
The blonde baker could not believe the words that were coming out of your mouth. Where had the mousey shy girl gone and who was this bold woman? He didnât know but he wanted more. More of your touch and of your confessions.
âWhere do you think about them touching you?â His voice had subconsciously gone huskier and he luckily did not miss the shiver that went through you. Your reaction made him grow more brave and he trailed one hand slowly down to rest on your shoulder. âHere?âÂ
You shook your head, âLower.âÂ
âHere?â His fingers lowered again until the backs of his fingers gently ran over the curve of your clothed breast.Â
A quiet whimper escaped your throat. âLower.âÂ
âHmm,â He hummed deeply, âI think I have an idea of where you want me, sunshine.â He teased, âBut I think thereâs somewhere else I need to touch you first.â The freckled boy slowly leaned in towards you, giving you time to move if this wasnât what you wanted. You surprised him again when you closed the distance hastily and crashed your mouth onto his.Â
Your hands fisted his shirt, pulling him ever so closer to you and deepening the kiss. He whined into your mouth then he ran the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, teasingly asking for entrance, which you granted immediately.Â
This was easily becoming the best day of his life, especially with the way the hand that you had previously placed on his chest was slowly sliding its way down his stomach until your fingers brushed over the bulge in his pants. His instincts told him to buck up into your touch but the more civil part of his brain wanted you to explore at your own pace, giving you total control of him.Â
Felix groaned loudly when your hand cupped his hard on, giving him a gentle squeeze. âFuck, sunshine, youâre gonna be the death of me if you keep that up.â He panted against your lips.Â
âNeed you to touch me too, Lix.â He almost bust in his pants at the needy way you said his nickname.Â
The man finally let his hand wander to the place you needed him, slowly rubbing over the fabric and feeling the wetness begin to seep through. âOh my god youâre so wet, I can feel you through your leggings.âÂ
You buried your face into the crook of his neck and Felix let out a little giggle at how adorable you were when you were embarrassed. âDonât point it out.â He felt you pout against his skin and squeeze him again.Â
He used his pointer finger and middle finger to rub delicate circles over your core, being able to find your clit with ease even through the fabric. Felix felt your hips instinctually buck up into his, seeking more friction that he granted you by pressing harder. Your fingers were stroking over his length at a hurried speed now as he began to leave open mouthed kisses on your own neck, sucking on your collar bone that was exposed by your neckline sliding down.Â
As ashamed as he was to admit it Felix felt like he could burst in his pants at any moment. The harsh friction of his pants on his cock shouldnât feel so good but it does. He thought maybe because it was you who was doing it to him that he felt so fucking good.Â
Felix wanted to make you feel as good as he felt- better even- so he rubbed a little faster over your bundle,then dipping his finger in between your nether lips quickly then bringing it back up to your clit. It seemed his efforts proved fruitful because your body started to tremble and he could feel your breathing pick up significantly.Â
âL-Lix, I think mâ gonna..âÂ
âGo ahead, Sunshine. Let go foâ me.â He purred in your ear (or that's what he intended to do but it came out more like a desperate whine).Â
At his command he felt your body shake and you crashed your lips back against yours, his mouth swallowing your moans. Even through your leggings Felix could feel the way your core spasmed as you came.Â
Felix greedily drank all of your sweet sounds, loving how noisy you got for him despite being muffled. In fact he loved it a little too much, because before he knew it he was rocking his crotch into you as you stroked him, falling apart under your skilled hand. His voice got high pitched and his whole body was alight with trembles.Â
âNnnngghhh, holy shiiiitâ He cried against your lips, the warmth of his cum coating the inside of his pants and sticking to his skin.Â
Felix pulled away from you after you had both stopped shaking from your respective orgasms. Your eyes were wild and teary with lust and he was sure he looked exactly the same way. Felix barely got even a second to catch his breath before you were on him, locking your arms around his shoulders and giving him another kiss. Though he was pleasantly surprised at the gentleness of your lips this time- he didnât know if he would be able to take another round so soon and needed a reprieve.Â
After a few seconds you pulled away from him slowly, your eyes closed and the most content look on your face. âThat.. was really nice.âÂ
âMhmm.â Felix lightly nuzzled his nose into your cheek, leaving a small kiss there in his wake. âIt was perfect.âÂ
âYeah?â You asked, seemingly getting shy again.Â
âYeah,â another kiss before he leaned back, looking into your eyes now. âMy favorite, actually.âÂ
The sound of your giggle was the cutest sound in the world to him, there was no sweeter sound than when you laughed and he really wanted to hear it again. With quick fingers he dug them gently into your sides which prompted an immediate response; you squealed with laughter and let go of his neck, trying to pry his fingers off. âFelix! Donât- no tickling!â But even as you protested you had that dazzling smile on your face. The one that made him fall for you in the first place.Â
âI love you.âÂ
He didn't mean to say it- to spill the beans so suddenly on you- especially not on your first date, but his lips just let it slip. He was extremely anxious as he saw the shock on your face and you stopped laughing.Â
Felix started to backtrack, âI mean, your laugh. I love your laugh, itâs so contagious.â He nervously chuckled looking away from you.Â
âFuck, I canât believe I screwed it all up in a second.âÂ
âNo, thatâs not what you meant.â You quietly protested, then you surprised him again by cupping his cheek and leaning your forehead on his. âI.. Felix I love you too.âÂ
Even through his shock a wide smile began to overtake his mouth and suddenly he was flooded with excitement and new found vigor. Felix was inclined to believe you, as he never knew you as someone to tell a lie.Â
You continued before he could, âI know itâs sudden and we havenât spent a lot of real time together, but you have always been the sweetest man I had ever met. And you're so passionate. You care. And I think that seeing you chase your dreams and be so determined to make it work.. I couldnât help but fall for you.âÂ
âOh Sunshine. Iâve been in love with you since I laid eyes on you, since the first moment you walked into my bakery two years ago.âÂ
You both still had your foreheads together and with slow movements he leaned ever so slightly and laid a tentative kiss to your lips. You reciprocated instantly and went to climb further into his lap.Â
As much as he loved kissing you and feeling you on him, the second that you rested your weight over his crotch he was reminded of the sticky mess he had made in his underwear only minutes prior, the cum cooling and making it extremely uncomfortable as it stuck to his skin in the worst way.Â
âSunshine,â He mumbled against your lips, âI uh, got a little problem.âÂ
âHmm?â You hummed, trying to kiss him again. You pouted at him when his hands gently pried you off of him, but then you saw the cringe left on his brow. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âWell,â âFuck this was embarresing.â âI kinda blew my load into my pants.. And itâs starting to stick to my skin.âÂ
Your mouth made a small âoâ shape as you registered his words, then you burst into a fit of giggles that made Felix both want to swoon and also bury himself into a hole forever.Â
âLixie mâ sorry, I didnât even think about how uncomfortable you must be.â You climbed off of him and stood up. âThe bathroom is this way, Iâll grab you some sweats to wear if you want?âÂ
He nodded, âYes please Sunshine.âÂ
âYou can even shower if you want.. And if you do want I may even join you.â You offered him a wink.Â
His brows raised at how bold you were becoming, pleasantly surprised once again. Before he went into the bathroom he pulled you back into him from behind, leaving a wet smooch directly on your cheek. âThank you. I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Lix.â You swatted him with a laugh, âNow go clean up. We have a movie to finish.âÂ
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F.U.C.K.
đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : ex!bf Seungcheol x fem!reader
đđđ§đ«đ: angst, smut, small fluff, lovers to exes au, 18+
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đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: You've been on and off forever and you couldn't leave him alone if you tried. You have an itch only Seungcheol can scratch.
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: unprotected sex, oral, missionary, riding, praise, dirty talk, creampie, clit stim, multiple orgasms, a bit of overstimulation, Coups is a lover boi, angsty feelings about the relationship
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Itâs complicated. Your Facebook relationship status has been that way for over a year. If someone asked, you wouldnât know how to define your relationship with Seungcheol. You canât say youâre just friends when the love is still there, but you canât stay together longer to just work. Something happens, and you argue and split up. Months, sometimes years, can go by, and you feel like youâve finally moved on, but all he has to do is call, or you have an itch that needs scratching, and there he is, ready to make it go away.
He stands there in front of you, his dark hair clipped and trimmed perfectly, highlighting the handsome features on his face: his dark, round eyes, high cheekbones, and plump pink lips. He comes dressed in a simple white tee and sweats, with an overnight bag in hand, as he knows he is staying the night. Seungcheol smirked as he walked in, placing a small kiss on your temple.Â
âWell, hello to you too,â you say, shutting the door behind you. You watch him take off his shoes, walk into your living room, and admire the view of the city through your picture windows. You just moved into your high-rise condo a couple of months ago, and your job promotion allows you to level up in life and enjoy nice things for once. Your place looks straight out of a movie, with your tastes added. Your favorite color is blue, and you included it in your decor.Â
âYou kept the couch?â Seungcheol points at the royal blue sectional sofa with matching gold-trimmed throw pillows you bought from your favorite thrift store. âYes,â you say proudly. âThat couch is my pride and joy. Weâve been through a lot together.â Memories about the many times you spent together on the couch, clothed and unclothed, cloud your mind. He chuckles as you sashay to the kitchen, grabbing a bottled water. You offer him one, and he shakes his head, returning his attention to the city's shining lights. Heâs been in your life for five years, meeting at a grocery store with both of your hands on the last bag of cherries. He relented, letting you have them in exchange for your number. You didnât give it to him, hoping that you would see him again. At the time, you just moved to the city, and if you were meant to meet again, you would give him your number. A couple of weeks later, you did when you went to a birthday dinner with your former roommate. His eyes twinkled when you exchanged glances, and you felt like it was fate. âYou did it,â he felicitates you. âYou did everything we talked about doing all those years ago. Iâm proud of you.â
You would have late nights with him in your shitty old apartment, eating Chinese takeout in bed and talking about your hopes for the future. Seungcheol wanted to have it all: a nice house, cars, and riches beyond his dreams. All you wanted was a good life. You grew up poor, raised by a single mom who worked two jobs to ensure you had a roof over your head. You understood each other in that way, and it worked between you two for a while⊠until it didnât.
âYou got your high rise before me,â you appear beside him. âWhat does it feel like, being the top broker in your firm?â
âItâs nice,â he nods. âIt keeps me busy.â
You knew that all too well. One of the reasons you broke up was time. His work felt more important than maintaining a relationship with you. You swear if someone called in the middle of the night, he would answer in a heartbeat. Itâs not like you arenât busy; you work on Wall Street. But you still made time to be with him at all important events and when it mattered most. The energy wasnât reciprocated.
âI see nothing has changed,â you say, taking a swig of your water.
âYeah,â he mumbles. âI think I am ready for it, though.â
âAre you now?â
âYeah. There is no point in having all of this if there is no one to share it with, right?â
You didnât have to say anything back because he was right. What is the point of working hard, making more money than your parents could ever dream of, traveling, and having life experiences without having someone to share them with? It also incredibly frustrates you. Why did it take five years for him to get to this point? The back and forth, blocking each other on all accounts. Was it worth it?
You two are silent, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. His fingers slip in between yours, pulling you closer to him. Just being near him makes your heart skip several beats. No one like him can melt you just by his touch and presence. Yes, he can irritate you to no end, but he also makes your soul smile.
âI missed you,â he says, gazing at you.Â
âI know.âÂ
You kiss him, the magic stirring in your chest as he returns your feelings; sparks all around you two like fireworks. Your hands explore him fervently, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on your couch. He unhooks your bra, helping you out of your shirt and exposing your breasts. He bites his lip as he palms his growing bulge, the very thought of his lips all over you making you hot.
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers.Â
You take his hand and guide him to your bedroom, climbing over your king-size bed. He follows you closely, his index finger sliding up your thigh. It feels electric, having him touch you again after so long. You have tried moving on, going on dates, and having one-night stands here and there. But deep down, those people werenât him. Seungcheol knows your body, what makes you tick, your boundaries, and what drives you crazy. Itâs exhausting trying to find that chemistry with someone else. Too bad you canât just make it work.Â
He slides your shorts and panties off with one hand, your naked body being illuminated by the moonlight. He notices your sheets, trying to hold it in before succumbing to a belly laugh.Â
âCherry sheets? Really?â He says in between breathes.
âCome on now,â you chuckle. âYou know I love my little house on the prairie sheets.â âI swear you were born in the wrong generation,â Seungcheol expresses, brushing his thumb across your cheek. âYeah, maybe,â you muse over his words. âIâm glad I met you in this lifetime, though.â He admires you, his thumb caressing your cheek before he kisses you again. This time, itâs more heartfelt, your bodies hungry for another as each minute passes. His hand travels down to your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart and slowly entering a digit into your wet core. Seungcheol licks his lips, watching your eyes roll back as you unravel his arms. âShit,â you moan. âKeep doing it just like that.â
âIâm going to do more than that,â he whispers in your ear.Â
Seungcheol was already great with his fingers, slipping one more in you as his tongue played in circles on your neck, your sweet-smelling perfume intoxicating to him. He loves the way your brows furrow when he goes deep, your mind focused on nothing else but cumming all over his hand. You play with your clit, drunk on the pleasure heâs giving you, with your wetness pooling onto your sheets. You two are connected in a way, in your own little bubble surrounded by ecstasy.
âFuck baby,â you pant as pressure builds up in your stomach. âIâm almost there.â He pulls his fingers out of you quickly, snapping you out of your zone, and you whimper in protest. He aggressively pulls down his pants and briefs, revealing his hardened cock already leaking with precum. He slides down to your entrance, his face nose deep in between your legs before he dives in; his tongue attacks your sweet nectar. Sensational couldn't even begin to describe how you feel. He eats you with an enthusiasm that almost makes you laugh despite the deep pleasure he brings you. âYou taste better than I remembered,â he mouths. âCum for me.â
Your body is at its brink, ready to fall, when Seungcheol slips his fingers in, working together with his tongue to make sure you hit that pool of ecstasy. Your hands grip his hair, and your orgasm hits you like cool water on a warm day. You feel him smirk against your thigh, leaving you with lasting, small kisses before lifting his face and revealing your essence on the lower half. You cover your mouth to hold back your giggles, and he rolls his eyes, leaning over and kissing your lips. âIâm not sorry,â you breathe. âYou knew what you were doing.â
âYou shouldnât be,â he smirks. âEspecially when Iâm going to make you do it again.â
Seungcheol lifts your leg, pulling himself back as he rubs his throbbing dick against your entrance. Your eyes grow wide as he taps your sensitive, swollen clit, a mischievous grin on his face.Â
âDonât worry, baby,â he says as if reading your thoughts. âIâm going to start slow.â âYou donât want me to bloââ you start to protest. âNo, Iâve waited long enough,â his deep and velvety voice serves as a warning. FUCK.
He enters you inch by inch, stretching you out the way you like, your fingers already gripping the sheets. You look at him through a hazy daze, his focus on burying himself deep inside of you, bringing you a deep satisfaction. You enjoy watching his Adamâs apple shift when he moans, his voice barely audible while he dives into you. You remember the first time you slept together; he had your legs over his shoulder, fucking you long and deep on top of your blue couch at your old place. You both didnât intend for it to happen that way; you were caught up in the highs of seeing a band you both enjoy, and one thing led to another. His dick is long with a bit of a curve, fitting perfectly like your pussy was molded and made for him. No one has even come close.Â
âGive it to me,â you breathe. âPlease, I need you bad.â Seungcheol loves it when you beg for it, and he obliges, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Maybe itâs because you love him, but he is the sexiest thing youâve ever seen. The way his hips roll as he snaps into you, watching him come in and out of you with your wetness coating him, turns you on. Your hands grasp his face, your thumb slipping into his mouth as he fucks you silly. You can barely form words in your head, let alone say anything else but âfuckâ and âmake me cumâ. He fucks you in a way that makes you have wet dreams and leaves you with a puddle in your sheets. If he were a Greek god, he would be Eros, the god of love and sex. Thatâs how bad he has you. âTurn over,â you grit your teeth. You lean up and flip him over, his throbbing cock still inside you as you are on top of him. You let your body take over, riding him while his hands are placed firmly on your breasts. You set the pace, and he follows, a harmonious rhythm between the two of you, your senses heightened to another level. You are on this incredible high, sliding on his shaft while you vigorously play with your clit, ready to cum. âDid you miss this? He teases you as he grinds harder into you. âDid you miss sitting on this dick until you cum?â You nod fervently, your hand still playing with your clit, and you are ready to explode.Â
âFuck,â he grits his teeth. âIâm close. Letâs come together like we always do.â You erupt, screaming his name while he sloppily pumps into you, his hair sweaty and his succulent lips red from biting. He leans up and kisses you hard, your moans and words of praise swallowed and digested. Whatever you were going to say, he felt it more, your hearts beating in unison powered by your feelings for each other. He talks you through it, helping you come down from your high before he releases his own, spilling into you until he is completely spent. Youâve been on birth control for years, and Seungcheol is the only person youâve let hit without a condom. It just feels so right with him. You roll off of him, collapsing on your pillow as you try and catch your breath. His breathing is relaxed, and when you gaze at him, his eyes are closed, already half asleep. You attempt to get out of bed, but he grabs your arm, pulling you close to him.Â
âStay,â he kisses your shoulder. âI sleep better when youâre with me.âÂ
You canât deny him when he is in this state, pulling on your heartstrings like that.Â
âFine, you win,â you say without much effort.Â
Glancing at the time, itâs after 12, and fatigue finally hits you at least. Snuggling into him, you fall into a deep sleep, but not before admitting that you still love him and would do anything for him.Â
The sunlight is not kind as it peers through your windows and wakes you up a little after 9. You had forgotten to draw the curtains before you fell asleep, but you didnât have much energy left after the night you had. You woke him up after three, sucking his cock until he exploded down your throat, and he returned the favor by eating you out until you were ripe from overstimulation. You made such a mess that you had to change your sheets and listen to him teasing you about your âold ladyâ sheets. Whatever, you liked them.
You rolled over, and Seungcheol was already awake, scrolling through his phone. He notices you and kisses your forehead before removing your blanket and smacking your ass.
âGood morning, beautiful,â he says, leaning back against the headboard.
You chuckle as you get out of bed, grab your silk robe, and walk into the bathroom. You feel sore; last nightâs shenanigans are indeed catching up with you. You just want to lay in bed and relax, but you have this nagging feeling in your stomach. You could brush it off and deal with it later, but knowing you, you will overthink, turning it into something it's not. You have to know how he feels.
Finishing up in the bathroom, you leave to find him setting orange juice on your nightstand with a couple of ibuprofen. He is only dressed in his sweats and nothing underneath, your center aching for him despite the tenderness you feel.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, reading your look. You have never had a good poker face.
You sit down on the bed, take your two pills, and wash them down with orange juice. You allow yourself to get your thoughts in order. You're unsure what to say, but you know the conversation needs to be had.
âWhat are we doing?â you blurt out. âI love you, and you never stopped loving me. Why canât we just get it right?â
The silence is too deafening for your liking. It would be like you to tear the band-aid off first thing in the morning. But you hate being in the dark, not knowing what the future will hold. Youâre not saying that you have to jump the broom, but you have to know if thereâs any chance he feels the same way you do.
âI-I-m sorry,â you shake your head. âI shouldnât have sprung that on you first thing in the morning. Forget I said anything.âÂ
You attempt to leave the room before Seungcheol catches your arm and motions for you to sit down. Grudgingly, you do, sitting on your ottoman and facing him. âYou didnât even give me a chance to respond,â he complains. âYou canât always assume how I feel is something bad. Give me a chance.â You nod, knowing deep down he is right. âYou are right,â He admits. âI love you, and this song and dance weâve been doing for years is tired. I came to you last night because I missed you and I need you. Youâre the only one in my life who has always kept it straight with me, even when you get on my nerves.â You smirk at his comment, knowing itâs true. âBut we have also been apart for a long time, and as much as I want to jump back into our usual routine, I recognize we have grown up a bit and need to get to know each other as our different selves.â You nod slowly, mulling over his words, unsure what to say. âI also donât want to see anyone else,â he breathes. âYou are the only person I want to see, to do this with.â He points at the sheets, and you roll your eyes. It would be like him to somehow bridge it back to sex.Â
âSoâŠâ your voice trails off. âWhat are we then? We are more than friends but not together? I donât understand.â âI want to be with you,â he grabs your hands. âIf we fight and storm off to our houses, Iâd rather it be that then we break up and donât talk for months at a time. I hate that.â You nod, finally understanding what he is saying. He is scared of the future, just like you are. But in this life, you would rather go through it with him than anyone else. You have too much time and feelings just to throw it away. âMaybe we can try talking to someone about it this time around?â You say. âA therapist or something? I want to be with you, and maybe working through our issues to understand each other better sometimes is what we need.â âYeah, Iâm open to that.â He hugs you, embracing you tightly before leaving sweet kisses on your face. You are deathly ticklish, and he knows it. He moves his kisses elsewhere until you find yourself in your bed, his body towering over yours. He leaves you one more kiss on your lips before laying his head on your chest. âWeâre going to be okay,â he whispers.
You look down and smile, caressing the dark stresses in his hair.
âYeah. We will be.â
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premise: meeting luca after work doesn't usually end up with the two of you in an intense lip lock, both of you knowing once you start it's hard to stop. but that's what offices are for, right?
pairing: luca x (f)reader
word count: 3.1k
contents: literally barely any plot here, oral (f rec), unprotected p in v, coming inside, established relationship, doing it at the workplace, teasing, dirty talk, pet names.
note: i know the bare minimum about this man because iâve never seen the bear but those tattoos, the accent, the hair?? fill me like an eclair is all i have to say ok!
The cool breeze of the night air almost makes you regret not just heading straight home and slipping under the steam of a nice long shower and grabbing the first blanket you see on the sofa and planting yourself there for the rest of the night. Await your boyfriend's arrival under the comfort of cotton and cushion that heâll surely plop down next to you on after heâs kicked off his shoes. His cold fingers finding you under the blanket to pull you close to his side, a string of kisses pressed along the side of your neck before finding your lips. The smell of yeast and sugarâembedded in his skin at this pointâmaking you bury your nose into his collarbone.Â
But this was a ritual for the both of you.Â
You finishing your studies and then meeting him after work.Â
The two of you walking home together, barely making it through the threshold of your place before lips and clothes were being pressed together and thrown to the floor. Lucaâs soft laugh at needing to shower. Thus always leading to your face pressed into the wall of the shower and Lucaâs fingers digging into your hips as he thrust inside of you.Â
So that nibble of regret doesnât last long when you come to a stop in front of his work. The makings of anticipation pull at the corner of your mouth as you grab your phone from your bag and start to text him to let him know youâre out front.Â
A text thatâs barely on the last word when the breeze of the door is hitting you and making you look up, âyou can go in. He's in the back.â a co-worker youâve met a dozen times, but his name slips your mind as you give him an appreciative smile and thank him as you slip through the doors as he walks out.Â
You could enter the kitchen a dozen timesâa million, a billionâyour nose filling with that sweet aroma, Luca bent over a table, a dish, fingers deep in a ball of dough, the monochromatic uniform making his tattoos stand out on his skin like the most beautiful canvas, and youâd never get over the view.Â
Over how your insides react when you see him in his element.
See him doing what he loves.Â
Itâs like the first time every time.Â
Just like the first time he dragged you into the kitchen after your tenth date. Showing you his own version of paradise. His love. His joy. The way his face lit up when your eyes brightened when you bit into the scone he had madeâsavedâfor you. The euphoric sweetness a good dessert can do to one's brainstem is still a scientific mystery to you, but youâd gladly leave the research to the experts if you could experience it forever.Â
Taste Lucaâs creations forever.Â
That memory seems like ages ago. Now well into two years of your relationship.Â
Nothing seems to fade with Luca.Â
Your first times feeling just as tortuous to your fluttering insides as the tenth or twentieth time around.Â
It knocks you off kilter in the best way.Â
And when you look over at Luca after dropping off your bag and sweater in an open chair, you can not help but laugh when he finally looks up from cleaning off the surfaces of the metal tables and that stone look of him being in chef mode falls from the creases of his face and his features melt into something soft.Â
He doesnât say anything until his arm is around your midsection, drawing you in. âHi, beautiful.â He smiles as your lips meet in a long kiss. Kissing you as if he hasnât seen you in days, as if he has spent the entire day waiting for this moment and this moment alone. âHow was your day?âÂ
âNot as good as it is now,â you tease. Hand in the back of his hair, pulling his mouth back to yours.Â
The hum that makes your lips buzz and that lands on your tongue as he backs you up so your back is pressed into the doorframe makes anything you could tell him about what happened in your day lackluster. Incomparable. How could you possibly think of anything worthwhileâhow could anything be as worthwhileâas his tongue moving along your bottom lip, his hand at the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing a small circle into your skin?Â
It couldnât.
"Let me finish cleaning up," he smirks. Thumb and pointer reaching for your chin, squeezing it, luring you in for one last kiss before returning to cleaning and leaving you dazed in the doorway. Â
And if you didnât know how seriously Luca takes this, from the ritual of making pastries to maintaining a stern, clean kitchen, you would tell him to hurry. Complaining that it is not fair for him to kiss you like that and then make you wait for him to finish, but the payoff was always worth the wait. And you love Lucaâs love for his craft. Love him in this elementâwatching him and seeing him go into that little part of his brain that makes him go into boss mode.Â
The stern gentleness of it all.Â
Itâs breathtaking to watch.
Itâs art.
Heâs art.Â
So thatâs what you do.Â
You push off the doorframe and enter further into the kitchen just to watch him.Â
âHow was your day?â You ask while watching him write on the white board in the corner.Â
âGood. We got a new guy who came in.âÂ
âIs he any good?âÂ
âBetter than he thinks he is.âÂ
âI bet you brought out his best. You always do.â You smile at him when you watch him shrug off the compliment, not missing the twitch of the corner of his mouth. Ever so modest.Â
Wordlessly, he puts the cap back on the marker and sets it against the metal of the board, walking over to one of the refrigerators and pulling out a small bowl of something green and white.Â
Something that looks too beautifully crafted to eat, let alone eaten by someone who might not fully understand what went into making something so decadentâsomething that looks like it would be served to someone with a gold card, not someone who eats boxed mac and cheese for dinner twice a week (which Luca always tries to make fancier than Kraft ever could).Â
Luca hands you a spoon, âtold him the only critic that mattered was sharing a bed with me.â You make a face, the both of you knowing how outlandish that sounds when the food genius himself is standing in front of you. The critic who mattered to a lot of people more than the girl who was sharing his bed.Â
But it still brings a smile to your face.Â
âDid he think you were utterly insane for such a statement? I think eating greasy takeout two nights in a row is five star dining.â
He chuckles, âyouâre the only critic that matters to me.â His palms come down on the edge of the metal table between you as he leans against it. âThe only important one at least. Try it.â
The swoop that runs through you from his words, from his eagerness to hear your thoughts on a dessert you do not even know the name of, but know you will appreciate more than anyone else because it came from someone he admires, makes your cheeks heat up.Â
And when it touches your tongue, when that euphoric sweetness overcomes your tastebuds, you donât think the English dictionary could come in handy with describing the taste. The goodness of it. Compliments, which you know Luca and his fellow chefs have heard many times before and then some. But still bring that artist's joy to their chests when your eyes widen and you look at them in something akin to shock.Â
The moan you let out makes him grin.
âGood?â
âIs he single?âÂ
âOh, thatâs how it is, huh?â His arms cross over his chest, a playful brow raised.
You take another bite of the dessert, âI think you might want to start looking for another job.â
âAnd a girlfriend?â
You nod, âwith something that tastes this good, I would give him my social security number easily. Oh my god.â You dramatically moan around the spoon, the action doing little to hide the simpering look on your face.
âHere I thought I was the only one who could make you spill such confidential secrets.â Luca strides across the table, coming to stand at your back. His lips pressing against the back of your neck and the top of your shoulder.Â
Finding its home where your collarbone meets the junction of your throat, where he lets his warm breath blow against the known sensitivity there, then presses his lips to it. Making your back push into his front, your body melting against him.Â
A soft noise lays dormant at the tail end of your throat, making a ghost of a smirk etch against your skin from his mouth as he murmurs, âand the only one who can make those noises come out of you.â
Your voice is breathy when you say, âso much for being humble.â
"When itâs the truth, I do not need to be humble." His lips trailing to your ear, fingers running up the back of your exposed thighs, pulling up your skirt until they are at the apex of your hip, skating forward and close to your clothed mound. âAm I wrong? Should we see?âÂ
The spoon in your hand lucky you donât have superhuman strength because it would be crushed in your grip right now.Â
Lucaâs fingers splay themselves across your pelvis, toying with the top of your underwear. âHmm, awfully quiet now. Whereâd my mouthy girl go?â An airy chuckle tickles your ear as he lets it out, âhumbled are you?âÂ
Thereâs a teasing sneer forming on your mouth before it does a 180 and morphs into an âoâ as Lucaâs fingers push into your underwear, the pad running through the clear as day arousal thatâs been making your thighs clench uncomfortably since your kiss in the doorway.Â
When the finger moves against your clit there's no covering up the gasps that fall from your lips. Or the way your ass grinds against the erection thatâs pressing up against it.Â
âWhoâs humble now?â He teases. A cheeky grin on his face when he pulls his hand out from your underwear, bringing his finger to his lips and sucking it into his mouth. Making your cheeks heat even more when you turn to look at him. Your teasing turns needy as you give him that look, the one that always makes him drop whatever he is doing and have his body on yours within seconds.Â
You both know that making it home now will feel ten times longer. Ten times more agonizing in the cool air with your warming bodies.
With you soaking your underwear and him hard against his zipper.Â
So when he says âofficeâ, all you can do is chew on your bottom lip in eagerness as you make a beeline towards it. Luca closer behind you than you expect when you hear the door shut seconds after youâve entered and his mouth immediately on yours, your ass hoisted onto the nearest surface.Â
Lucaâs fingers making quick work to pull down your underwear, your skirt bunched at your hips. You fully expect him to pull himself up from his knees after slipping the lace from your ankle and tossing it to the floor. You expect him to come back up and slide inside of you quick and easy, but instead heâs trailing kisses and bites into your thighs.Â
Blue eyes look up into yours, and he must see the need in themâthat glint that tells him all you want is for him to be inside of you right now. The heady woes of foreplay just torture at this point.Â
His teeth sink harder into your flesh, making you gasp. âIâve worked hard all day; donât I deserve a treat? A taste of the best dessert out there.âÂ
And how could you argue with that?
You canât.
Not when his tongue runs from the bite mark in your skin to your wetness. Spreading you around him as he licks a stripe up your pussy. Your grip on the metal your ass is under hard and tight enough to leave marks against your palm.Â
And as crude as it makes you sound, as obscene and cocky as it comes off your lips, you will never hold back from telling Luca that his talent as a chef will never outweigh how good he is with his mouth and cock.Â
Heâs multi-talented and itâs a blessing and a curse to your insides.Â
âOh, fuck. Luca,â your head hangs between your shoulders. Your fingers in his hair, the heel of your shoe pressed against his backâhis apron long gone, leaving him in that navy blueâhis fingers digging into the side of your thighs as he keeps you against his mouth.Â
The mouth thatâs switching between sucking your clit between his lips and rolling his tongue against it. Eating you like youâre the best dessert his tongue has ever had the pleasure of tasting.Â
It never takes him long to get you there. To make your chest heave and your nerve endings light up, as if they are about to make you panic from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that is completely taking over your body.Â
His fingers have created beautiful, mouth watering food, just as theyâve made you completely lose your mind. Your legs shaking around his head. Your back involuntarily bows until it hits the metal surface of the desk youâre perched on.Â
Itâs when he slips two fingers inside of you that you completely lose it. The sob that pulls itself from your lungs feels red-hot in your throat as your fingers grip the strands of his blonde hair as you come against his mouth. Your hips riding out your high. Rolling against his tongue in a languid way, drawing out the aftershocks of your orgasm.Â
Your body still reeling and alight with that desire-train that still has it wanting more. That heavy ache between your legs that wants to be filled. To be fucked by something bigger and thicker than a finger.
Your mouth comes down on the tabasco tattoo below Lucaâs wrist in a gentle kiss, one of your favorites of his, when his hand comes to cup the back of your head to pull you up to him.Â
His thumb runs from your cheek to your chin, where he pushes it up, so youâre looking up at him and heâs looking down at you as he stands between your legs. Your nails run along the tattoos along his arms, up his bicep, and to the nape of his neck. A fire burning in his eyes when your fingers run between the strands back there.Â
âTell me,â he says close to your lips. Heâs checking in. Seeing if youâre too spent for his cock, seeing if there's more you want. If you want to wait until you get home. If youâre ready for him now.Â
âItâd be cruel to not fuck me now.â You say it in a half-tease-half-serious tone.Â
âOoh,â he murmurs against your mouth, his tongue clicking against his teeth. âI donât want to be cruel.â You can feel his other hand move between the two of you, undoing the button of his pants and messing with the zipper until heâs pulling himself out of them, hard and leaking. âWhat kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnât give my girl what she so desperately needs?âÂ
Luca smirks when you laugh into his mouth, âthe worst kind.â
With one last kiss, lick, and nip at your lower lip, heâs rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, making your thighs shake. Nails dig into his skull as he soaks up your oversensitivity to coat himself before going lower and slipping inside of you in one slow, fluid motion.Â
Your mouth hung open at the stretch, and your breath caught in your lungs. Your foreheads resting against each other as you let your walls accommodate his girth, both of your breaths heavy. The pounding you can feel between your legsâthat youâre not sure is coming from him or you or something more poetic and overwhelming like your conjoined bodies aching as one, like a heartbeat aches for a chest cavity when itâs torn from a body.Â
The two of you need this.Â
Need each other.Â
When Luca starts moving, you know the two of you are both completely fucked. Spent and so full of desire that you know your time in this office is just the start of a long night of tangled limbs and wet mouths.Â
The sounds you are making against each other's mouth are breathy and intoxicating. His tongue in your mouth swallows every mewl and moan he coaxes from your body with each stroke of his cock.Â
His fingers find the back of your head again, not allowing you to even think about leaving his mouth.Â
You think you see stars when his palm finds the back of your thigh and pulls your leg higher on his hips. Think you could let this man completely consume you, and youâd still never be satisfied. Never get over how good it feels to feel his hips drive deeper into you, to feel the head of his cock hit that spot inside of you that makes his name roll off your tongue like a prayer.Â
âWhoâs pussy is it, baby?âÂ
"Mm'fuck," you are not sure if he is still playing the game of you leaving him for the new chef or if his filthy mouth is attempting to completely destroy youâwhich is nothing new when he has you coating and tightening around his cock like this.Â
When you say his name, when you whine it into his mouth like a pathetic desperation, the erotic noise that itâs met with makes you cling to him tighter. Makes you press yourself closer to him. The movement makes the outside of his pants grind against your clit.Â
âSo beautiful,â Luca murmurs. The octave of his voice grows lower and choppy with heavy breaths the closer he gets. Neither of you lasts much longer when his pace picks up. The grip the two of you have on each other is hard and rough, enough to tear and leave marks that youâll later kiss with gentle lips, unlike the passion thatâs coming through with the hard kisses your mouths are giving as you both come.Â
âHowâd I get so lucky?â He breathes into your mouth, twisting your insides even more.Â
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Daydream - JJK (18+)
A Where Do Broken Hearts Go Drabble but Can be read as a standalone
Pairing: Jungkook X Fem!reader
Theme: SMUT, PWP (there is basically no plot, straight up filth after the cut)
Wordcount: 600+
Summary: In which Jungkook fucks you, but in his daydream.
Warnings: Unprotected sex (be wiser than this), explicit sex, shower sex. NSFW!!
Minors are not allowed in this blog!!
A/N: This takes place before Jungkook meets Y/N at Jimin's.
One of the many things that Jungkook loves about you is the architecture of your curves.Â
It is as if your body was made to fit right into his hands. So he holds you as tightly as he can.Â
His chest gets pressed on your back, your ass to his cock, and your hand travels backwards to skim through Jungkookâs wet, dark hair.Â
He plants a few kisses on the back of your neck and on your shoulder blades. One of his hands moves on an autopilot to find your lucious tits that he loves so much.
A whimper leaves your pretty lips when he twists one of your wet nipples with his thumb and index fingers.Â
âDo you know you are obsessed with shower sex?â you voice breathlessly. Your hips roll back on his bare cock for some much needed friction.Â
âMore like..â he pauses, pulls you even closer to his body, making the tip of his dick brush briefly on your folds, â.. obsessed with you.âÂ
âDonât pretend as if you donât like it when I fuck you dumb before your work.â he protests when he hears you chuckling lowly.Â
âYes baby. I love it.â you reply, bending down so that your boyfriend can fuck you from behind.Â
The scene of your naked, wet, freshly showered body all bent down, giving him a perfect view of your slick folds and greedy hole, drives Jungkook wild.Â
He must have saved his country in his past life or something to deserve someone as perfect as you.Â
Youâre witty, youâre pretty and you are sexy as fuck. On the top of everything you take him so well. You let him cum into your hole, your mouth or any other spot that he desires to cream.Â
Never in a million years he could picture his life without you.Â
âJungko-ahâ you moan as he enters you slowly but steadily. He keeps drinking the sounds that you make whenever he fucks you. If he was a musician, he would make a song out of your melodic moans.Â
Giving you a few seconds to adjust, he starts moving. One of his hands stays on your tit, assaulting it just the way you like. Another dives down to play with your clit.Â
He draws tight circles all while increasing his pace of fucking his cock into you.Â
âSo tight- ugh- I could fuck this tight little cunt forever.â he groans.
His dirty words always have an effect on you, and he knows it. As a result, your walls start closing on his cock, squeezing the hell out of him.Â
âFuck, Jungkook. You- you feel so good, baby!â you exclaim, almost scream.Â
Your orgasm rips off, creaming Jungkookâs cock and triggering his own orgasm in the process. His nails dig deeper on the flesh of your tits, his fingers start overstimulating your clit, his thrusts start to lose rhythm and he cums inside you.Â
He fills you with his white hotness as both of you stand under the shower thatâs long been turned off now.Â
âFuck! I love you so much!â he whispers in your ear, holding you onto his chest again.Â
âI love you too.â you mutter.Â
Two knocks ring on his bathroom door, pulling him out of the trance.Â
âJungkook.. Are you alright? I canât hear the shower running and itâs been like 45 mins since you went in. Is everything okay, babe?â
Itâs Jiwon.Â
Jungkookâs eyes shut tight, his hold on his softening dick goes tighter as he realizes he just got off daydreaming about you.Â
You, his ex-girlfriend, the same person he left for another girl. And the said girl is standing right behind the closed door unaware of his unreasonable actions.Â
He fell out of love with you. Then why have you been clouding his mind always?Â
Is it his guilt?Â
Or he is still, very much, in love with you?Â
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Do men know how hot that is? The necklace swinging and dangling just above you... đŹ
@mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler : you know in any case one of your other husbands also wears necklaces?
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Matt Smith x Reader
Matt and Reader have been together for a long time and it's time for Matt to take the plunge and ask Reader to marry him
Thank you for the request, anon! Iâm rolling this into my ongoing Smith family series of askâs. This can be read alone or as a prequel to my pregnancy surprise and announcement stories. I also hope you donât mind this will contain some serious smut.
Tropes & topics: SMUT (oral sex [f&m receiving], dirty talk, impact play, rough, protected sex), lots of fluff before it descends into porn lol, mentions of marriage obvi
Word Count: 3.1K
Mattâs heart feels like itâs going to burst from his chest if he doesnât throw it up first. Youâre seemingly oblivious, happily digging into your dessert, taking in the stunning seaside view.
Your fifth anniversary had been mid-June, but his shooting schedule kept the celebration limited to you visiting him abroad and sharing room service. He knew you hadnât minded, youâd said countless times that you just were happy to be celebrating together, but he wanted to acknowledge this milestone the right way.Â
This trip was the best way to celebrate that while also finally pushing him to gather the courage to ask you to marry him. As you enjoyed this final meal of the trip, a ring box has been buried in his pocket and his nerves have frayed. Itâs not that heâs worried youâll say no, he knows what you two have is forever, but itâs still such a monumental moment and he doesn't want to bungle it.Â
âHoney, dolphins!â Your excited gasp pulls him from his thoughts and while he glances to see the pod swimming just offshore, his gaze quickly returns to your face. Golden hour is almost here and the slowly setting sun makes your skin glow and reflects the joy in your eyes.
âThere you have it, your favorite animal bidding you farewellâ he replies and you nod, frowning slightly at the end of your getaway rapidly approaching.Â
âIâve really had the best timeâ you say, finally pulling your eyes from the water.Â
âMe too, darlingâ he assures you, squeezing your hand as your server cleared the table. Matt pays the tab before standing, pulling you into his side as you two make your way out of the restaurant.
âCan we lay on the beach for a bit when weâre back at the house?â you request and he smiles, envisioning the scene he already has set up for you there.
âOf course, what a brilliant idea.âÂ
A comfortable silence settles as you both take in the beauty around you on the brief walk back to the small beach house youâd rented for the last week. He follows you through the house, pausing as you both remove your shoes at the backdoor.
âMatty!â you gasp as he slides the glass doors open. âItâs beautiful, when did you do this?âÂ
He grins, pleased at your excitement. He places a hand on your back to guide you through the sand before helping you sit on the large blanket heâs laid out for you both thatâs surrounded by petals from your favorite flower. âI snuck out while you were getting ready before dinner. Now, champagne?â he asks, lifting the chilled bottle from the ice bucket holding down a corner.Â
âYes, please!â you reply eagerly, holding out a glass. He fills it and his own before holding his flute up for the toast heâs prepared.
âMy loveâ he begins, surprised by the emotion clogging his throat. He takes a moment to collect himself and you squeeze his hand encouragingly. âFirst and foremost, I want to thank you for the last five years. Theyâve been the most joyous, love-filled ones of my life. I can hardly believe itâs been half a decade yet at the same time, itâs difficult to remember life without you being by my side. Youâre my rock, my biggest cheerleader, and most importantly, my best friend. Youâre the love of my life, darling.â
He places his glass carefully in the sand before shifting onto one knee, his shaking hands removing the ring box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring heâd spent countless months searching for, âWould you do me the honor of sharing the rest of our lives together as husband and wife?â
âYes, yes, of course! Oh my godâ you burst out, holding out your hand for him to slide the ring on. He grins at the sight, dropping his lips to place a long kiss to the spot where the diamonds meet your soft skin. âOh honey, itâs perfect, I love it. I love you so fucking much. Thatâs far less elegant than your speech but itâs true nonetheless. Iâm so lucky youâre mine.âÂ
âI had more time to prepareâ he laughs and you roll your eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you flush to him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of your skin mixed with the salty sea breeze. You stay like that a moment before he pulls away to look into your eyes.Â
âMy beautiful boy,â you whisper, tracing his jawline with your fingers. He leans down, connecting your lips just as the sun slides beneath the ocean. Your hands quickly tangle in his hair and he gently pushes you onto your back, settling on top of you. His hands find the hem of your dress, fingers lightly brushing where your skin meets the fabric.Â
He loses himself in the feel of your soft, pliant body beneath him as you greedily suck his tongue into your mouth. He feels himself beginning to harden as you moan, your hands shifting from his hair down to his backside, pulling his hips against yours. He gasps at the friction, desperate for more, pleased to feel you bucking beneath him already. âSo impatientâ he teases, placing kisses down your neck, leaving small bruises as he goes.
âYou're one to talkâ you reply, grinding your leg into his erection, drawing a groan from him. âAs hot as this would be in theory, can we move this inside? Iâd rather not be finding sand in different crevices for the next week.âÂ
He laughs deeply, carefully standing before offering you his hand to draw you up, as well. You lose your footing in the sand and he quickly scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style up the beach. âI thought this would wait until the wedding night?â you tease and he nips playfully at your shoulder.Â
âIâll put you down if youâd likeâ he retorts and you tighten your grip on his shoulders, shaking your head. He goes to place you on the bed but you insist on being set on your feet. âLay downâ you command and he tilts his head, curious as to what you have planned for him, but eagerly doing as directed.Â
Once heâs settled, leaning back on his elbows, you slowly reach around to unzip your dress. âI have a confession to make.â
âOh?â
âBilly brought me the ring box a month ago.â
âHe didnâtâ Matt replies, jaw dropping at the thought of your dog eagerly delivering this gift to you. âWhat a rascal, he ruined the surprise!âÂ
âHe did,â you agree, laughing. âBut that let me plan a little surprise of my own.âÂ
âWell go on thenâ he smirks, watching as your dress pools around your feet. âGood god, loveâ he bites out, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you.Â
âDo you like it?â you ask cheekily, making your way tantalizingly slowly to him.Â
âI fucking love itâ he breathes out. Your legs are covered in lacy black stockings attached to a garter secured above your sheer black panties. Your torsoâs wrapped in a black leather corset and heâs struggling to keep his hands to himself as you crawl up the bed to him. âYou remembered.â
âYour obsession with garters even though theyâre an absolute pain in the ass to get on? Yes, I rememberedâ you joke and he chuckles at the mischief in your eyes.Â
âMy sexy fiancĂ©eâ he breathes out as you hover above him and grin at the compliment before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. He watches impatiently as you slowly unbuckle his belt, tauntingly taking your time removing it from around his hips. âBe careful, I may have to use that if you tease me much longer.â
âIf only Iâd be so luckyâ you reply, pointedly leaving it on the pillow beside his bed before making quick work of the rest of his clothes. âYouâre so hard for me and I havenât even done anything yetâ you goad, wrapping your hand around his already throbbing cock, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.Â
âLook at me, Matthewâ you demand and his head whips back up at the command in your tone. âMuch betterâ you praise, dipping your head down to lick a stripe from the base of his cock to his tip, eyes boring into his the entire time.
âFuckâ he breaths out, wrapping a fistful of your hair around his hand before resting it on the back of your head. âMore, please.âÂ
âSince you asked so politelyâ you agree, immediately taking all of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat as your lips wrap around the base of his dick.Â
âHoly shit, Y/Nâ he gasps, hips desperate to buck but not wanting to hurt you. You painstakingly pull back after a few minutes of working him with your mouth, pumping him with your hand as you smirk up at him.Â
âDo you want to fuck my face, Matty?â you offer and he feels his eyes widen.Â
âAre you sureâŠ?â
Your only response is to move off the bed and drop to your knees, hands behind your back. He eagerly stands beside you, hands tangling in your hair as you wrap your mouth around him again. He slowly sinks into your mouth, making sure youâre ready before he begins thrusting deep into your throat. âHoly shit, loveâ he groans, throwing his head back briefly, before gazing down to meet your glossy eyes. Slight movement catches his eyes and he watches as your fingers dip into your underwear, fingers circling your clit in time with each of his thrusts.Â
Several moments later he feels you pull back slightly and he releases his grip, removing himself from your mouth so you can catch your breath. âAre you okay?â he asks and you nod eagerly, excess spit dripping down your chin. âJesus Christ, get on the bedâ he commands and you smirk, slowly rising to your feet.
âHow do you want me, love?â Â
âOn your back, so I can devour youâ he replies and you quickly scramble onto the bed, sliding off your panties as you go. âThatâs a good girlâ he praises once youâre settled, thighs spread wide, pussy already glistening for him.Â
He places a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he removes your corset, leaving you entirely bare before him except for your garter belt which he has every intention of leaving on. âBeautifulâ he breathes out, pulling a nipple into his mouth while he teases the other in his hand. Heâs rewarded with your back arching up to meet him.
âLower, please, Mattâ you beg and he smirks, nibbling gently on your breast before settling between your thighs. He traces your hips with his fingers, placing brief kisses to your inner thighs, inching up closer to your core. Youâd complain about his teasing but he wanted you desperate for him before he even really began. He shifted his hands to your thighs, tracing circles along them while kissing your hip bones, eyes rising to look up at you.Â
âPleaseâ you gasp, hips bucking up, before he forcefully pins you back down to the bed.Â
âDo you want me to make you feel good, love?â he asks and you nod eagerly, your chest rising and falling rapidly. âThen be patient.âÂ
You nod again, dropping your head onto the pillow, seemingly trying to get your breathing under control. Just as he feels your body untense below him, he licks a teasing stripe up your center drawing a loud moan from your mouth. He places a hand flat against your belly ensuring you canât squirm or buck beneath him as he begins working you with his tongue.
As desperately as he wants to be buried inside you, he canât stop himself from devouring you until youâre panting above him, hands wrapped painfully tight in his hair. His mouth is suctioned around your clit when you breath out, âMatt, fuck, Iâm going to cumâ and he immediately plunges two fingers inside you, drawing a frantic gasp from your throat as your back arches off the bed. Two pumps later he feels your walls tighten around his fingers as you call out his name, wrapping your thighs around his head as pleasure wracks your body. He gently works you through your orgasm until your twitches settle down and your legs loosen from around his neck. He smirks up at you, licking his lips, and you bite your own at the sight.Â
âYou look so sexy with my cum all over your mouthâ you admit, drawing him up so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He opens the nightstand drawer to grab a condom, rolling it onto himself before pulling away from you.Â
âGet on your kneesâ he orders and you eagerly flip over, ass in the air. âWhat a good girl you are for me, so eager to please.â
âAlwaysâ you agree, spreading yourself open for him and he groans at the sight.
He lines himself up with your entrance, âReady, love?â he asks and in response, you sink yourself back onto him. âJesusâ he grounds out, the sensation of being fully buried in you so quickly overwhelming him for a moment.Â
âIs it too much darling?â you ask, teasingly wiggling your hips back and forth. He shakes his head at you before reaching beside your head to grab his discarded belt.Â
âIs this what you want?â he asks and you lick your lips, nodding enthusiastically. He wraps the leather around his hand before bringing it down sharply on your ass, drawing a gasp from your mouth. âIs it too much darling?â
âNo, more pleaseâ you beg and he obliges, bringing the belt down on your other cheek. âYes, Matt, fuck me now.âÂ
âSuch a slut for meâ he taunts, driving into you roughly.Â
âYes, yes, Iâm your little whoreâ you gasp out and he rewards you with another slap of the belt against your backside.Â
âFuckâ he mutters, overwhelmed at the sight of you bent before him, ass cheeks red, makeup smeared, mouth open wide in pleasure. âYou look so sexy right now.âÂ
You simply whine, driving your hips back, silently demanding more. He tosses the belt aside so he can focus, gripping your hips and pressing your back down more so he can fuck you deeper, setting a ruthless pace.
âYes, yes just like thatâ you gasp, hands wrapped tightly around the sheets beneath you.Â
âTell me what you want, loveâ he breathes out shakily. But all you can do is pant for air, your breathing mixed with moans and curses. He feels you tightening around him again and he wraps his hand around your hair, pulling you up so your back is flush to his chest. âUse your words, darling.â
âYouâre fucking me so good Mattâ you whine, your hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit as you look back at him. âPlease make me cum againâ you whimper, the tempo of your fingers increasing as you squeeze around him even more intensely.
âCome on baby, let me have it. I can feel how close you areâ he encourages and you whimper, your eyes turning glossy but never leaving his. Your lower lip quivers as your orgasm tears through you, your pussy clamping and twitching around his cock as you whine and moan beneath him. âThere you go, Iâve got you, loveâ he assures, gently releasing you so you can rest your forehead against the pillow. He gently rocks into you until you stop pulsing around him, placing kisses to your shoulder blades.Â
âLet me flip over, I want to watch you cum for meâ you request and he pulls out just long enough for you to resettle on your back before reconnecting your bodies. As his pace picks up again you pull him down to you, placing a deep kiss to his mouth as you wrap your legs around his back. His mind goes pleasantly blank as he loses himself in the pleasure your body gives him.
âCan you feel how soaked you made me?â you whisper and he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulders and nodding, words beyond him now. âI want you to cum inside me, baby, please. I want to watch you come undone for me.â
âIâm so fucking closeâ he gets out and you tug at his hair lightly, making him gasp in pleasure.Â
âI know, baby, I know. My cuntâs squeezing you so tight, isnât it? Show me how good Iâm making you feelâ you taunt, hands dropping down to squeeze his balls softly. His vision goes white as his orgasm shoots through him, frantically burying himself inside you as wave after wave of pleasure coarse through him. âThere you go, Iâve got you, my loveâ you whisper, running your hands over his back as he catches his breath.
You two stay wrapped together for several moments longer, neither of you wanting to separate, both of you soaking in the afterglow. Eventually he lifts his head from your chest placing a gentle kiss to your mouth before slowly pulling out. You hiss at the loss of him and he agrees softly, already missing the intimacy of your joined bodies. He rises to clean himself up before returning with a warm, damp cloth.Â
âHoly shit babeâ he chuckles, gently wiping between your legs, shocked at how much of your pleasure is still leaking from you.Â
âIâm not exaggerating when I say that was the most intense orgasm Iâve ever hadâ you laugh, removing your makeup with the wipe heâd brought out for you so you didnât have to get up.Â
âI can tellâ he grins and you roll your eyes.Â
âNo need to look so fucking smug, Matthew.â
âWhat?â he laughs, tossing the cloth in the tub before sliding the quilt down, tucking you underneath before settling behind you. âCanât I be happy I made my fiancĂ©e feel incredible?âÂ
âSure, I bet thatâs all it is. No ego swelling involvedâ you grumble and he pulls you flat against him. He opens his mouth to make a dirty joke but you cut him off with a quick, âDonât you dare.â
He laughs again, joy filling his chest to the brim as he places a kiss to the back of your neck before settling onto his pillow.Â
âI love you so much, darlingâ he whispers a few moments later, your breathing already evening out as sleep approaches.Â
âAnd I love youâ you reply, squeezing his hand. âI canât wait to be your wife.â He feels a small smile pull on his lips at the thought before sleep drags him under.
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ă ⊠Waiting for You ⊠ă Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Nakahara ChĆ«ya
a/n: hiiii everyone!! first, i wanna say thank u all sm for all ur support! this fic is a follow up to a thought that crossed my mind one day after work lol. i didn't expect that one post to have as many likes/reblogs as it ended up having, so here's a continuation of that little scenario for my fellow chƫya stans. i hope i did ok!
genre: f!reader who's a lil bit bratty; nasty with a sprinkle of fluff cuz it's established relationship!
content warning: MDNI! cunnilingus (he is pussydrunk omgđ), fingering, unprotected sex + he cums inside (she is on birth control), lots and lots of praise and pet names (babe, baby, doll), he says "fuck" like 1 billion times in this (this is canon tho and you can't change my mind about it BAHAHA) and uhhh and he gets a bit rough and overstimulates you (and himself) at the end as well hehe!
summary: after a tough day at work, there's nothing you want more than to be dicked down by your boyfriend, chĆ«ya âĄ
from just outside your bedroom, you hear a âclickâ of metal as the front door closes. the sound is followed by a familiar voice grumbling incoherent complaints and a quiet shuffling of shoes. it could only mean one thing: chĆ«ya is back from work.
hurriedly throwing on your house slippers, you rush out your room to greet him in the foyer of his apartment, singing his name excitedly for no reason other than the mere joy of seeing your boyfriend after a day spent apart. he chuckles at your liveliness, catching you as you throw your arms around him. youâre always a breath of fresh air after the grueling day-to-day work that is being a port mafia executive. his body, tense from being on-guard all day, relaxes into your touch slowly as he lets his defenses fall for you. pressing his lips to your hair, chĆ«ya relishes in the scent of your mint shampoo as you nuzzle into his chest.
â'missed you, doll.â
you had been waiting on your boyfriend for a little over two hours since your shift ended, but the short span of time felt like forever⊠and you knew exactly why.
you had spent one hour just laying in his king-sized bed. that one hour, you spent thinking, staring up at the ornate ceiling, tracing the details of each unique tile in your mind.
the next hour, you spent laying in that same bed, staring up at nothing, tracing the details of chĆ«ya in your mind â
that auburn hair that falls into his eyes, those curls that descend down the base of his neck,
the expensive cologne that lingers on his shoulder, that telling smile on his lips that speaks only your name;
those slender fingers that grasp your neck ever so slightly while your nails rake down his naked back...
the mattress creaking under your bodies as he fucks you â
the thought made you ache.
âugh, work was such shit today. youâll never believe who decided to stop by again.â chĆ«ya scoffs, snapping you out of your little fantasy. his hand brushes past your waist as he snakes past you to hang his hat up by the door. you feel your body become uncomfortably warm at his innocent touch. you're embarrassed at how flustered you get, your cheeks reddening as another dirty thought enters your mind. oh god⊠chĆ«ya can be so oblivious sometimes. honestly, wasnât it obvious from the way you jumped at him that you want him to make a move right now? for a man who could be so aggressive with others, he could be awfully passive with you.
âthat mackerel dazai is always trying to screw me over⊠iâll show him.â he grits his teeth, balling his hand into a fist as he mumbles about work again.
on most days, you would listen to chĆ«ya completely. youâd let him talk your ear off, in fact. chĆ«ya knew you were his #1 supporter â
but today was different. today has been an exceptionally stressful day at work for you, too.
it started with a power outage at your apartment, which led you to miss not one but two trains at work and consequently, being bitched at by your boss in front of the company president for tardiness⊠as if being shortchanged on a daily basis wasnât enough to have you always in a foul mood. in other words, you werenât feeling up to exchanging pleasantries with chĆ«ya today.
now, âsorry, chĆ«~â is all you could muster as you loop your finger on chĆ«yaâs waistband, pulling him closer to you by the hips. âworkâs not over yet⊠i need you in the bedroom, now.â
for a moment, your boyfriend just stares at you in disbelief, blinking. that mouth of yours never fails to disappoint â you can be so unassuming at times. a faint blush appears on his face as he looks away in embarrassment, surprised at your directness. thereâs that cute face of his, you think to yourself. then, a flash of confidence spreads across his face and his lips curve into a knowing smirk. "i didn't realize my girl would be so needy today," he whispers in your ear in a low voice, suddenly unconcerned about work. guiding your hands, he moves them lower until you're groping him through his pants. "come, i'll give you exactly what you want."
in the bedroom, heâs gentle, loving. trailing his lips down your neck, he pampers you with soft, kitten kisses, undressing you carefully as he pulls the tank top youâve changed into over your head and slips you out of the fuzzy shorts youâve left at his apartment for sleepovers. what you really want for him to do right now, though, is to bend you over and manhandle you â but your boyfriend has a habit of treating you like youâre fragile, and you canât help but wonder if heâs holding back.
unbuttoning his vest and shirt, you discard his clothes in a pile on the floor as he closes in on you, laying you down gently on the edge of the bed and smoothing his hands down your stomach. fingers play with the waistband of your cotton panties as his lips trail down your navel. "you waited so patiently for me... i oughtta reward you for being so good..." he teases.
you whine, feeling arousal collecting between your thighs as his hands inch lower but never touch you where you want him most. you throw your head back in a tantrum, grabbing at his hair. "c'mon chuuuu, just get on with it already," you complain at him. "don't bullshit anymore, please?"
yup, youâre his girl, alright â
âoyâ!" he snaps at you scoldingly, rolling his eyes. "honestly, youâre so impatientââ
then, just as youâre about to protest again, you feel that sweet, overwhelming wetness â the heat of his mouth enfolding you as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. he moans into you and you forget all your qualms as he grabs you, holding you still as you spasm. âc-chĆ«ya⊠oh, godâŠâ his name spills out of your lips and you gasp in pleasure, your hands getting tangled in his hair as he delves his tongue between your folds. his movements are skillful; he teases you with long licks and flicks of his tongue, exploring your taste as his slender fingers gather the arousal inside of you and rub circles at your clit.
âfuck, babe⊠youâre so fucking wet right now⊠this all for me?â
âall for you, chĆ«~â you moan shamelessly in response, stealing a peek at him in between shaky breaths. thereâs this wicked grin that's snuck its way onto his lips, a hunger in his eyes as he laps up your wetness, soaking in the stunning sight of your writhing under him. diving back in between your thighs, you hear him groan lowly against your bare skin:
âtastes so fucking sweet, babe⊠better cum for meâŠâ
and you need so much more of it.
burying your hands in his hair, you force his face deeper into you, as if he can burrow himself into your body. you plead for more, desperately grinding yourself against his tongue, crying out his name as he holds you in firmly against his eager mouth. âchĆ«ya, please⊠please, chĆ«yaâŠâ
then, just like he promised he would, chĆ«ya gives you exactly what you want â
he eats you like heâs starved, unrelenting, until heat sears through your entire body and your mind mind goes completely blank. your orgasm comes in waves. you convulse beneath him, his name spurting from out from your lips, your insides clenching the fingers that are still buried inside you.
âfuck, youâre hot.â â you hear him groan under his breath.
the sight of you so desperate and needy for him, gagging for him to fuck you dumb, has flipped a switch in him. heâs far from finished with you. âyouâre still on the pill, right?â he asks, out of breath, and you nod.
stripping, chĆ«ya frees himself from his boxers. you lick your lips at him seductively, looking up at him with these lustful eyes that are waiting to return the favor. he's hard from watching you come undone and leaking with his own pre-cum. for a moment, he considers having you suck him first â but the desire to be buried deep in your heat is just so overwhelming. he needs to be inside of you right now.
âiâm just gonna put it in this time, fuck it,â he swallows, grabbing your hips and positioning you in front of him. âbe a good girl for me, alright, doll?â
âalways am, chĆ«~â you quip, reaching for him as you blink your eyes at him innocently, this playful grin on your face. all he can do in response is smirk at you and shake his head at your persistent teasing, all too aware of the the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger. as you guide him inside you, you hear him inhale sharply, then you look up to see the long column of his neck as he sighs and throws his head back, sinking himself inside of you.
"damn, you feel good... if i knew you'd be treating me tonight... 'woulda come home sooner..." his fingers caress your cheek, his thumb circling around your lips as he glances back down to see how your body meets his. your slickness is sucking him right in â you're so warm and so, so very wet that it's taking no time for you to adjust to him tonight. as he pushes your thighs apart until you're on full display for him, his eyes wander down your body intently. his gaze is hot and full of nothing but pure admiration as he takes in the view of you desperately waiting to be fucked. "can't believe you're all mine too," he mumbles adoringly, stroking your hair with his hand, the strands slipping through his fingers as he grinds his hips slowly against yours. then, he starts moving, thrusting into you steadily until you're crying out his name again, begging for more.
âfeels⊠sâgood chĆ«~ please⊠harder⊠chĆ«, please⊠go harderâŠâ
picking up the pace, he throws your legs over his shoulders and snaps his hips into yours faster, faster, faster. your mind is flooded with nothing but thoughts of chĆ«ya â being filled by him completely, his name overflowing from your lips, and the sound of your skin against his drowning out your moans. you feel his fingers squeeze the sides of your neck, then his hand wraps around a cluster of your hair and he pulls your head back, forcing you to look into his eyes once more as you gasp for breath.
"fuck, baby, you're so pretty right now. do you even have any idea how sexy you are?" he's panting wildly, this insatiable look glistening in his gray irises as he fucks you brainless. that damn look of pure bliss on your face, those filthy moans of yours, and your bouncing breasts are all driving him insane. "god, kiss meâ" he growls, crashing his lips into yours. teeth collide with teeth as your noses bump together; you feel his saliva mix with yours and your tongues intertwine. "turn around for me, babe. lemme get behind you."
you nod, and he tosses you on your knees recklessly, then pulls you back against him fast and hard. you feel a firm slap to your ass and you yelp out his name. "fuck, babe, i'm not gonna last much longer. i'm gonna cum insideâ"
âfaster chƫ⊠faster⊠cum inside me... i want you toâŠâ
"oh shit... fuck, babyâ" he twitches inside of you, grabbing your breasts roughly as he empties hot spurts of cum inside you. you think he's finished with you â but then he buries his fingers into your hips again and starts fucking into you harder, nearly collapsing as he slams into you. you tangle your hands into his hair from behind, sobbing out his name as you shove your hips back against his, helping him ride out the last moments of his high.
âoh my god, chƫ⊠feels fucking goodâŠâ
finally, you feel him pull out, leaving your core throbbing and your legs trembling as his hot seed leaks down your thighs.
"jesus, i made a mess." there's some irritation in his voice as he catches his breath, raking a hand through the beads of sweat in his hair. "i guess new sheets are coming out of my next paycheck," he mutters. then, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as chƫya pulls you tight against his chest. "c'mon doll. let me run a bath for us."
âŠ
sitting between chĆ«ya's legs in the bathtub, you scrub shampoo bubbles through his hair as your boyfriend pours out another glass of expensive wine. "oy â don't get carried away. you know you're a lightweight," you tease.
"âam not!â he mutters defensively, rolling his eyes at you. then, bringing the glass to your lips, he parts your mouth with his thumb. "taste it, you'll like this one."
taking a sip, you savor the flavor on your tongue before passing the glass back to chƫya. "oh, yeah, you said you had a bad day at work, right? what happened?"
"honestly, i can't even remember now," he sighs, putting the glass down and pressing a kiss to your temple. "how âbout you, doll? how was your day?"
you think for a moment, then scrunch up your nose in disgust as you recall the day's events. "don't even get me startedâ!"
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