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PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ 𝐌⛧𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑#𝟓 — 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

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𝐧𝐧𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Suguru reclines against the edge of the onsen, arms stretched lazily along the stone. Steam curls around him in languid waves, the mineral-rich bath soothes his bones but does absolutely nothing for the ache between his muscular thighs. The weight of his erection, stiff and heavy, anchors against the flat planes of his stomach—a silent testament to the tension that even the warm waters cannot wash away.

19 days.

It’s been 19 days since the start of 'No Nut November'—an ordeal that began with your unwelcomed and completely unsolicited suggestion during a meeting with Suguru's top benefactors.

The meetings with these so-called patrons, eager for a taste of pseudo-importance in his cult, were just another way Suguru expertly exploits their inflated sense of superiority to pull them, and their bank accounts, deeper into his web of indoctrination. Growing irritated at the mere memory, Suguru’s muscles tense up as if the onsen’s warmth had never touched him. Normally his secretary, Manami, would sit-in to take notes during these meetings, but with more pressing matters elsewhere, she had sent you in her place.

You were the newest member of Suguru’s sorcerer family—a position you accepted, albeit reluctantly, thanks to a recommendation from your long-time friend, Manami herself. Still, Suguru isn't blind.

He knows you didn't join out of loyalty nor conviction—you needed protection.

Aligning yourself with Suguru’s cause was a way to escape Jujutsu Society’s relentless pursuit. They were hunting you for your various crimes as well, and being under Suguru’s protection offered you a chance to survive.

And yet, the subtle side-eyes you throw his way, the faint twitches at the corners of your mouth, the tiny snorts that you so skillfully turned into sneezes at his various words or proclamations—they spoke volumes.

You thought he was full of shit.

Not exclusive to just his cult either—his entire ideology.

Although, you never openly defied nor disrespected him.

On the contrary, your behavior was impeccable surface wise.

Anyone if asked would say you were a sweet yet quiet girl who showed Suguru the utmost reverence in your mannerisms and diligently carried out every task assigned to you.

Your rebellious yet inconspicuous expressions of skepticism were too minor for others to notice in order for him to justify any kind of punishment. Not to mention your babydoll-like mannerisms that made you look even more like the picture of innocence. Your rap sheet as a cursed user was the only sign anyone would ever have of your deviant ways and yet with just a bat of your eyes you'd be able convince anyone you were the one wrongly persecuted. No, Suguru he couldn't risk openly punishing you for no reason lest he be seen as a hypocrite in front of his newly made family. After all, he had vowed to do no harm to fellow sorcerers not standing in his way.

Besides, even if you didn't approve, you also weren't a hindrance to him—you were an asset.

Nevertheless, there was still a lingering air of smugness about you that irked, crawling under Suguru's skin like a parasyte. A secretive defiance against him, like you thought you were somehow above him because you deemed yourself more intelligent.

Your attitude combined with your charms reminded Suguru far too much of Satoru—a resemblance he would never admit aloud, but unfortunately, couldn’t ignore.

As a result, Suguru tended to avoid you. The quiet challenge you presented unsettled him—a subtle reminder of unresolved feelings toward his old friend-turned-foe. It was easier to sidestep you altogether, a pacifist approach to maintain his sanity and preserve his standing among his cursed user peers.

However, your filling in for Manami had been unavoidable on such short notice. And as Suguru expected, you seized the opportunity to mock him under a carefully crafted guise of loyalty.

With all the false earnestness your doe eyes could muster, you offered an insightful suggestion during the meeting—a so-called new way to bring his followers deeper into the fold and reveal the most worthy of his believers.

You proclaimed only Suguru’s most devout and faithful followers could perfectly embody the spirit of his cause and to prove their honor, they should adopt an ancient Roman warrior tradition—

—the practice of 'et non nux novem'—a month of silence, meditation, prayer, and of course—

abstinence.

All in honor of the gods—or, in this case, their fearless god-like leader Suguru.

Needless to say, the pompous dumbass monkeys in the room eagerly lapped up your grandiose words. You, the forked-tongue tempress, worked your soft-feminine charms to the point they were eating out of your palm.

These so-called 'elites' of Tokyo might have had wealth and status, but wisdom and worldliness?

Clearly lacking.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have fallen into a cult in the first place, let alone been fooled by a dead language none of them could even understand.

None of them were versed in latin, that is, except Suguru.

Like a single spark on dry brush the idea of ‘et non nux novem’ spread like wildfire and every single monkey follower in his cult wanted to show themselves as worthy by participating.

While you were praised for your faithfulness to the cause, Suguru found himself trapped. Forced to participate in this charade to set an example of solidarity and faith. And while Suguru could handle many things, losing wasn’t one of them. What infuriated him even more was the way you’d turned his cult against him, audaciously meeting his bullshit with your own.

For the first-time since the start of his cult someone had checkmated him.

Not to mention, you’d effectively cucked him, and you knew it—the small, self-satisfied smile on your plump lips every time you'd seen him this month said as much. Every tiny gesture of yours Suguru scrutinized and deemed to be in mock of him. Even the quick flick of your moist, pink tongue to wet your dry lips felt like a deliberate taunt.

The sight would send a visceral rage through Suguru who'd immediately take his leave.

But as the month wore on, those feelings morphed into something darker, invading his thoughts in more scandalously salacious ways. What used to be him envisioning him ripping your insolent tongue right out of your mouth, Suguru found himself wondering how your lips might feel wrapped around his cock, putting your mischievous lil' tongue to better uses.

You were too smart, too sassy, too sexy—and far too much like Satoru.

A dangerous combination that gnawed at Suguru's sensibilities, especially when every throb of his unattended member reminded him that you were the cause. It was more than he could bear—so, Suguru resolved to even the score.

You had to be dealt with lest you destroy him entirely.

Should be any minute now.This particular bathhouse on the compound was for sorcerers only and every member of his family had a scheduled time to use it.

Of course this just so happened to be your hour to bathe.

*CREEEAK*

Like clockwork you enter the onsen, sliding open the heavy wooden door and entering the bath.

Obscuring your vision, steam rises in soft clouds, condensing on the wooden ceiling and blurring the perimeter of the bath, not allowing you to see that it was already occupied.

Thinking nothing is amiss, you walk in completely bare with your tenugui towel draped over your arm. It’s not until you tentatively dip a toe into the water that Suguru clears his throat. "Ahem..."

The sudden sound startles you, and you trip, tumbling into the water with an ungraceful splash. Between the thick steam and the complete suppression of his cursed energy, you hadn’t seen Suguru at all—he caught you entirely off guard.

Drenched and gasping as you emerge to the surface, the presence of Suguru’s overwhelming cursed energy hits you all at once. It fills the room like a crushing wave, and you can’t stop the instinctual tremors that send ripples spreading through the water around you.

“G-Geto-sama!?”

Your entire body flushes with heat and as much as every nerve is screaming at you to flee, the quickest way to cover your nakedness was remain in the onsen.

Shit, did the bath schedules change and you had no idea?!

The urgency in which you practically dove back under the water, only the tip of your nose visible has Suguru chuckling.

“Now, now, you can cut the shy act, princess. There's no one for you to perform for here—tsk, a devious brat like you couldn’t possibly be so flighty.”

Glaring at him through the steamy mist, your cheeks burn with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. Insults and pet names swirl in your head as you try to take stock of your current predicament, searching for some semblance of composure.

But it’s impossible to ignore the weight of his gaze. You can feel it—piercing through the obscuring vapors and the milky mineral water as if they weren't even there.

“Hah?... m’not shy— or flighty for that matter! You just scared me a bit is all—I didn't think I'd have to be on my guard in the onsen!”

In an act of defiance you sit up fully and remove your arms covering your chest. Your buoyant breasts rise to float in the water as you attempt to stop your fidgeting.

Suguru hums.

You can't see but you can feel his expression turn darker through the haze as if he is pleased he unsettles you so much.

“We're preparing for war, princess—you should always be on guard."

Suguru scolds you playfully, though the patronizing edge lingers like a teasing blade.

"Even from you?" Testing him, you slowly build your nerve back with the challenging question, his cockiness getting under your skin as it always does.

"In your case? Especially from me."

Suguru’s rich, sexy baritone drips with intent, sending chills racing down your spine and pooling deep in your core. Despite the soothing warmth of the onsen enveloping you,you are desperately on edge.

Never in your dreams did you think your casual teasing of him would ever push him this far. Even so, you can't bite back the sass that spills from your lips.

"So you admit you're a fraud? The self-proclaimed sorcerer messiah?"

The energy around Suguru crackles, and your sharp, audible breath betrays your shock. Suguru strains as he struggles to maintain his calm and keep the upper hand, the heat of his anger brewing through the water. Yet the power radiating from him is unmistakable—a silent warning that he’ll take control, one way or another.

"You came here for my protection, yet you more than anyone are most liable to undermine me. Your duplicitous nature could shift against my favor at any moment. If I didn't know better I'd think he'd sent you to mock me... ”

Your face frowns in confusion, unsure of who Suguru is referring to but you are left no time to ponder as he continues.

"Now come here brat, tell me why I shouldn't cast you out—hand you right over to the higher ups and be rid of you for good."

You freeze, chewing the inside of your cheek as you debate whether you should actually run. Suguru was no rat, you knew he wouldn't turn you in. Cast you out to fend for yourself? Perhaps. Deep down though, you know you wouldn’t get far if he decides to catch you so you remain. The cracks in Suguru’s easy going demeanor—the one he carefully maintains for his sorcerer family—are starting to show.

Revealing just how fucking intense Suguru really is underneath it all.

“—I said come here. Or if you’re scared you can flee, little dove—flee this bath, my cult—and my protection for good.”

The timber in Suguru’s voice makes your nostrils flare, a reaction he anticipated all too well. He knows you’ll play right into his hands—escape was never truly an option. Reverse psychology was his favorite tool against pride as childish as yours, just as it always worked with Satoru. So, of course you take the bait despite yourself.

Although you knew you should fear him—that you were gambling at a game far above your metaphorical buy-in—the thrill of it was too intoxicating to resist. The feeling akin to standing at the edge of a cliff, fully aware of the drop but unable to step back as the wind whips around you inching you forward.

Swallowing hard, you rise to your feet, forcing yourself to keep your hands steady at your sides. Every nerve in your body screams at you to look away, to break the tension, but you don’t. Instead, you move toward Suguru, your own steady gaze locked on his, refusing to flinch.

Approaching him, with each step closer, more of Suguru is revealed to you.

Your eyes shamelessly drink him in, unable to resist the temptation the cult leader, known as Geto Suguru exudes. Water droplets glide down his sculpted pecs, trailing over his abs and glistening off the sinewy muscles of his arms. Like a siren from mythology, Suguru’s slicked-back inky hair cascades over his broad, chiseled shoulders, pooling into the water around him, each strand seeming almost alive with its own allure.

There's no big mystery why he had so many people throwing themselves at his feet.

You blink hard, shaking yourself free from the allure of the beautiful siren-like man before you.

No, you’d never be one of them…right?

Your distracted thoughts keep you from noticing but Suguru is equally captivated by you. His predatory eyes sweep over your body, as if cataloging every detail of your curves to memory. You're sexier than he imagined under those sweaters you'd wear, hiding your perfect form from him. His cock pulses impatiently beneath the onsen waters, betraying his eagerness.

Suguru was secretly relieved you couldn’t see just how badly he wanted you at this moment—how badly he’d wanted you all month, for that matter. He’d gone through every stage of denial, convincing himself it was nothing—that you were nothing, before finally admitting the truth.

And now that he had successfully snared you he wasn’t going to deprive himself of you any longer.

“Stop there.”

Suguru’s commands are smooth and unwavering.

“Stand here.”

The spot he indicates is directly between his legs.

You swallow hard.

With your towel gone and the water receding in the shallow area of the onsen where he sits, your bare pussy is now at eye level with Suguru. His piercing scrutiny makes it impossible to remain still, every nerve in your body on alert. The longer he stares, lecherous and hungry, as if he might devour you whole, the quicker your breath hitches.

Your embarrassment slowly gives way to a simmering arousal you can’t control despite your growing annoyance for this man.

Suguru didn’t have to reach far at all to touch you and soon his fingers trailed featherlight touches up your inner thighs, sending tingles straight into your dripping pussy as you tried to remain still and pretend it's the water from the onsen and not from your cunt glistening on your thighs.

Like Suguru already knows how wet you are for him, his lustful gaze intensifies, smirk carving deeper into his features like a predator savoring its prey.

“This 'et non nux novem' is complete bullshit. You know it, like I know it." The sensation of your soft, wet flesh beneath his fingertips has a fresh surge of heat coursing through him.

"But since we're the only two who know the truth and you wish to stay under my protection, you’ll just have to take responsibility for the rest of the month—can you do that?”

You're breathless from his touch continuing to explore around your hips and upper thighs. Trying to resist leaning into his touch your words are clumsy as they spill out of you.

“Mmm…w-what about maintaining s-s-solidarity?”

Suguru brings you in, muscular arms wrapping around your waist deviously.

“Fuck solidarity, princess.”

You’d think you'd giggle at that if he hadn’t just murmured those words into your tummy. Suguru's warm breath dips into your navel and your tummy contracts—jailed in his strong grasp there is no running away from him now.

Yet his smooth words continue, as if he fully expects your obedient compliance.

“Will you be my devout, good lil' slut then, hm?”

You chewed your inner cheek.

Suguru’s attractiveness was never lost on you, but you saw him as an arrogant asshole who'd on top of that forever seems so distant. Plus, he always seemed irritated by your presence which is why you'd started the prank in the first place.

All of this only made his sudden attention now even more disarming.

You look away, shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to mask your flushed expression. The gesture, meant to appear casual, only makes you seem shyer and more vulnerable, offering him an even softer view of you. You know you need to pull it together, but your bravado is slipping, painfully exposing your awkwardness as you grow increasingly pliable under his touch.

“Hm, does this bratty princess pussy think she's too good to serve?”

A startled squeak escapes you as Suguru’s hands resume their practiced exploration of your body. Agile fingers find your breasts as Suguru pinches your hardened nipples, rolling and pulling your sensitive buds firmly. The motions are like a silent punishment for the answer you haven’t even given yet—delivering molten pleasure to burn in your core.

“Answer me, slutty girl before I finally lose my patience with you.”

Suguru's fingers trace their descent back down your body to spread greedily over the soft curve of your ass. A sharp crack follows as his hand lands on your dampened skin, the sting radiating through you and snapping your gaze back to meet his. You whimper, the sound pitiful and almost apologetic, as his fingers knead and caress the tender flesh in the aftermath, leaving you trembling. Every touch is a reminder that you belong to him—every inch of you subject to the pleasure and pain he so expertly delivers.

“I-I'm not your s-servant...”

You weren’t convincing at all and the sight of your luscious body quivering in his hands has Suguru all the more eager to have you submit to him—to have you utterly threadbare and unraveling before him.

"Eh, are you not though?"

Expression darkened with intent, Suguru face is mere centimeters from your core as he inhales the intoxicating, sweet scent of your dewy pussy. His sultry eyes lock with yours looking up at you as if asking for your consent, your admission of desperation—your absolute obedience.

"Would you want to be?"

Fuck, the man was too deviously sexy to resist.The debauched scene made your entire body shudder, a needy moan falling from your lips as you instinctively angle your hips toward his hot awaiting mouth.

“...hnn—p-pleaseee, G-Geto-sama.”

However, just as you were certain he’d taste you, Suguru pulls back. His pretty, thin lips parting only to curl into a taunting smile.

“Oh? Now she begs. No, only my good, devout slut gets my mouth, princess. You'll have to do better than that if you want it.”

Your face crumples but all thoughts of protest vanish the moment the pads of his fingers brush lightly across your clit, now engorged and peaking through your folds. Working your tingly nub in slow, agonizing circles with his knuckles, while his thumb mirrored the rhythm against your hip.

The dual sensations has your thighs quivering, as delicate mewls spill from your lips uncontrollably—a clear sign to Suguru that it's been far too long since you’ve had a proper fuck.

“So sensitive… so responsive for a slut claiming not to be my servant.”

Suguru’s whole demeanor is voice saturated with amusement, but you felt so good and he looks so sinfully erotic with his hand in your folds, you don’t even care now that he is toying with you.

“You’ve been non nux for a long while now, haven’t you, princess? Wanting the rest of us to suffer with you, hm?”

You hated his smug ass but you let out an affirmative sigh despite yourself, drawing a chuckle from him.

Suguru sees it immediately—the way your body shakes, touch-starved and desperate for the attention he’s lavishing on you. His long finger glides through your slick, webbing the gossamer of your arousal against his thumb before sinking it into your pussy with deliberate precision.

Honeyed in your creamy nectar, his thick digit tows through every inch of your pretty peach.

“So fucking wet for me…this is why you wanted my attention, isn't that right, brat?”

Suguru slips a second long finger into your gooey core, the stretch immediately overwhelming—his one finger easily the size of two of yours. But you’re too lost in your own loud moans to notice Suguru’s low hiss, he's utterly caught off guard by the way your walls clamp down on him so fiercely.

Driving into your slick gummy walls harder and faster your cunt eagerly slobbers around his fingers as they reach into the very depths of your core—now zoning in on the firm, spongy spot within you.

Desperately, you fall forward and your pretty manicured nails puncture his shoulder as a third finger enters you.

Suguru typically doesn’t let anyone touch him so freely—yet he can’t bring himself to push you away. Watching you struggle to hold yourself together only made him more determined to break you completely, now with his fingers—then with his cock.

Resolved, Suguru hooks your leg over his other shoulder, forcing your body to open to him. Leaning-in Suguru gifts you steady, sloppy kisses up your inner thigh, stopping occasionally to languidly suction your plump flesh enough to leave a bruise—all in sharp contrast to the furious pace of his fingers pumping inside your dripping cunt.

Too skilled at siphoning out your juices, your creamy wetness slicks down his entire forearm to his elbow and then into the onsen as he works you over.

“Shiiiit—Geto-sa—MAAAH!”

Your free hand instinctively dives into his hair, tugging at his long raven strands at his scalp. Suguru’s eyes flare and he growls a warning in his throat at your audacity. But it's all easily forgiven, as you so beautifully slutted out before him—your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as your serpentine hips meet the urgent plunge of his fingers grazing your womb.

Picking up his pace, Suguru’s fingers move deeper and faster. Your cries grow louder, unrestrained, your tongue hanging out as a strange immeasurable pressure builds under your tummy.

“NNNNGHH...m’no moreee—stawp—m’gonna pee in the onsennnn, pleaseeepleaseee!”

Your voice is distraught but your nails dig deeper into the flesh of his scalp and shoulder and your hips never stop rolling to meet his fingers.

What a perfect whore you’ve become for him.

“Tsk, silly slut—don't you know that's not pee princess? So don’t you dare hold back—show me how dirty this pretty lil' pussy can get grasping onto me like she's worshiping my fingers..."

Suguru sinks his teeth into the thick meat of your thigh, the bite leaving deep impressions in your soft tender flesh. The overwhelming buzz of opposing sensations is blinding to the point you’re soon spraying milky fluids all over his arms, chest and face.

Your eyes lodge into your skull as your orgasm peaks and crashes over you. Buckling forward as your legs become goo, yet Suguru's grip on you is steady as he pulls his fingers from your still spasming pussy. Without hesitation Suguru licks them clean, savoring the remnants of your release on them—it's a pity so much of it ended up in the onsen and not in his mouth.

Fuck— you’re so sweet on his tongue Suguru regretted not tasting you fully and robbing himself of your flavor. He had half the mind to feast on you now but the incessant throbbing of his long ignored cock needed to be dealt with first.

Wrecked from his fingers alone, your mind is hazy as the lingering pleasure clouds your thoughts. You barely register Suguru’s movements as he guides your body—lowering you until your soft tits press firmly against his hard chest. Your knees settle on either side of his thighs, framing him as he swallows your plump hips in his large grip under the warm bath water.

“Breathe.”

Suguru murmurs softly into your temple, his voice deep and commanding, yet the instruction doesn't reach you in your dazed state. It’s not until the bulbous head of his cock pushes its way past your folds that the meaning sinks in—just as he thrusts upward, seating you completely onto him in one swift motion.

Immediately your body shudders, stretched and filled to the hilt. Every inch of Suguru bullies its way into your guts, shifting them forcibly creating space for his girthy intrusion.

You're completely at his mercy.

Simultaneously your voice croaks while Suguru releases a loud groan—fuck you're tight. Even with his preparation, the sheer size of him tearing through your walls has you clenching like a vice. Wrapping your trembling arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe, the sensation so intense it’s as if he’s actually breached your womb.

The heat inside you soon burns hotter than the onsen's steaming waters, and Suguru swears under his breath trying not to cum from how tightly your cunt is strangling his cock. Suguru figures he’s the biggest you’d ever taken but you’d surely melt his dick off if you didn’t ease up.

You hiccup, tears streaking your puffy cheeks as his large palm rubs soothing circles on your lower back, the other guiding you up and down his thick shaft in slow, deliberate movements. The blend of pain and pleasure blurs together, overwhelming your senses.

“NGHHH, too m-much, S-Sugu—so deep!”

Babbling into the crook of his neck, your voice cracks as you plead with him.

“Come on, princess…”

Suguru softly chuckles, but when your sobs turn into full-body tremors, your nails digging into his back with desperate intensity, he pauses.

Gently pulling you from his neck, Suguru examines the flush spreading across your body. The heat from the water and Suguru become too much and you can barely keep your head up as it rolls back from dizziness, your consciousness fading.

Suguru sighs, brushing damp hair from your face.

“What’s wrong, brat? You’re shaking and clenching like some—”

Suguru stops mid-sentence as realization strikes. Your shyness, your sensitivity, hell even the awkward veil of confidence that was quickly revealed as soon as he pulled your card a lil.

Gripping your face, you wince as his sharp gaze locks on yours.

“Answer me truthfully, girl— are you a virgin?”

“...n-not anymore.”

Although weakened, your voice is still laced with a trace of attitude that makes Suguru snort despite himself.

Fuck. He should’ve known.

As troublesome as you are, he’d pegged you for a slut. Instead, you were an innocent dove—still troublesome, but innocent nonetheless.

With a quiet curse, Suguru pulls out of you and the water in one fluid motion. Droplets cascade off your bodies as he gently lays you onto the warmed stone floor beside the onsen.

Grabbing a cool cloth from a nearby bucket, he dabs your forehead, then across the rest of your body to cool you. A soft sigh escapes you as the chill seeps into your heated skin, soothing the burn of exertion.

When he wipes the rest of your body, his gaze catches on the streaks of red staining his cock and your thighs. A flicker of guilt flashes across his face, and he silently berates himself. Had he known, he would’ve approached this with a bit more tact.

Yet when your trembling hand grabs his bicep, vulnerable and pleading, his control crumbles.

“N-No, no, p-please… d-don’t stop now…” Voice breaking, as it stammers under the weight of your desperation.

You’re sore, yes, but the emptiness between your legs burns hotter, the ache of arousal far outweighing any lingering discomfort now that the rest of your body has cooled from the bath.

Suguru’s lips curl into a slanted, tight-eyed grin.

So you did want to be corrupted by him after all?

He could oblige you in that.

Wasting no time, Suguru is hovering over you. Sinking back into your heat with care, you feel every thick, veined inch stretching you open, plunging so deep it sets your walls ablaze.

Your head tilts back as your spine arches, and a sudden gush of slick erupts from your pussy, heavy and uncontrollable. The rush of fluids splashes between you, nearly forcing Suguru’s cock out as your walls quake violently around him. He growls, bracing you against the floor to steady your trembling body.

Broken whines spill from your lips from Suguru wrapping a hand possessively around your throat, his grip grounding you as his arrogance seeps through in a low, rumbling chuckle against your ear.

“Shit princess—you’re squirting like a goddamn faucet on my cock—wetter than the onsen. Can’t even take a lil’ dick without soaking us both? What a slutty virgin...”

The deep vibrations of his words ripple down your spine, intensifying the way your pussy clenches around his cock. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, heels digging into his hips in a desperate attempt to keep him buried deep inside you.

However, Suguru doesn’t allow it for long. With a deliberate shift, he changes positions—he hooks his arms under your knees, folding you in half as he presses them to your shoulders. The new angle draws a whimper from your lips, allowing him to go much deeper as he drags the ridges of his girth along your walls, savoring every inch of your snug fluttering cunt.

Stuffed full of him again, Suguru moves in measured strokes. The initial sting of his size gradually melts into a searing arousal, coiling deep in your belly when Suguru flicks figure 8 circles on your clit.

"Don't run from it princess...." Suguru coos a warning to you when your small hands slip over his abs to slow the pace of his hips. Your cute face scrunches up, fueling his hunger for you.

Yet it's the moment your hips start to squirm uncoordinatedly, desperate to meet his rhythm, he knows you’ve adjusted.

That’s when Suguru really lets go.

His cock slams into you with relentless force and leaves you clinging to him for dear life while your screams echoing throughout the bathhouse. Suguru doesn't care if anyone outside can hear, if anything he wants them to, it be a lewd testament to how good he was fucking you.

The feral slaps of his balls against your ass also grow louder as his pace quickens, grinding his hip into you harder, deeper, and more wildly with every thrust. The raw, primal sound of your bodies colliding fills the air, matched only by your shared moans and the filthy, wet squelches of your cunt greedily pulling him in and forming a creamy ring around his base.

“HNNNG—AH! Feels s’gud, c-cock s’gud, pleasepleaseplease fuckmefuckmefuckme, Sugu!”

Suguru’s hips stutter for a brief second, your voice is raw with need as you coo his name. Your inexperienced virgin pussy having the gall to give him any demands like he's the one submitting to you.

How did it end up like this?

“Am I not fucking you, slutty brat?!”

Irritation rumbles deep in Suguru’s chest, more at himself than at you. The intense urge to please you grates against his belief that, as his follower, it is you who should be working to satisfy him. Yet his body betrays him, his loins burning with the undeniable truth that he's addicted to you now. Picking up inhuman speed, sweat dripping off his brow, Suguru drills into you, determined to coax more of your silky squirt from your body.

“OOO—OH FUUUU—CK! Y-Yessss, Geto-samaaaah!”

The glare Suguru gives you is piercing as his hand leaves your clit and weaves around your throat in an instant.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare call me that when you’re moaning under me like a whore and commanding me to fuck you.”

Bullying into you harder, your back arches off the stone floor as pure euphoria floods your senses.

“It's Suguru to you when I'm fucking you dumb, princess." You nod your head frantically, nails raking welts along his back. "If you understand, then say it—you had enough audacity to use it once before—now I want my slutty brat to moan it for me loud enough for every monkey in this compound to know you’re my whore.”

Screaming it like a mantra as you cum again once more splashing squirt and fluids that gather into a puddle on the stone beneath you, flowing back into the onsen.

Hearing his name leave your lips so desperately has Suguru releasing buckets inside you—an ungodly amount of cum spurting into your abused lil' cunt. The obscene sound of it bubbling and spilling out accompanies each additional plow of his hips, on a mission to bury as much of it inside you as possible.

The heat, the overwhelming fullness—it leaves your body shuddering, your limbs weak and boneless against him as he uses you like a fleshlight riding out his remaining waves.

You are unsure how long you laid there with him collapsed on top of you but as the fog of euphoria begins to dissipate, your pussy aching, you glance up to find Suguru staring down at you.

His expression is smug, victorious, as if he’d claimed some grand prize and you pout.

Your plan to cuck Suguru for an entire month failed spectacularly!

Suguru doesn't need to say anything as the loss is written all over your face. Yet he still rubs it in a bit more with a chaste kiss placed delicately on your cute pouty lips.

“I-I still think you’re full of shit y-you know, Sugu.”

You exhale a shaky breath of defeat, your voice raspy and chest rising and falling in uneven puffs.

Sucking his teeth in amusement, Suguru’s smirk hasn’t left him yet.

“Yeah, and now you’re full of me—funny how life comes at you fast, huh princess?”

Your scoffs quickly turn into soft goans as Suguru presses down on your belly. The pressure on your womb makes you squirm beneath him as your cunt squelches out more of his cum, unintentionally making him hard inside you again with the urge to fill you until you are walking out of her limping and leaking his cum in puddles.

“Hm, now my devout lil' slut—shall I continue to breed your bratty not-so virgin pussy in honor of ‘et non nux novem’?”

𝐚/𝐧: next non-queued post (comment on m.list for tag) nanami, kento

okay i gotta say i ate this. had to even stop a few times and calm myself down while i was editing this thats why this was so delayed lol. reblog and comment please if this also took yall places dkjcajndkjsh

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yapuniversity · 2 months ago

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Shy Neighbour Nanami wakes up at 6AM, his mind occupied by thoughts of you.

Shy Neighbour Nanami heads towards the shower, thinking about what you would be up to right now.

Shy Neighbour Nanami comes out of the shower smelling like clean soap, having his hands wrapped around his aching cock. He walks over to his bed and sits down, gently moving his fingers up and down his cock in mastered rhythm, trying to contain his arousal because the images of your perfect body with no clothes on crossed his mind.

Shy Neighbour Nanami sighs in frustration as he touches his tip, precum already forming on his head.

Shy Neighbour Nanami forces himself to get off his bed and puts his clothes on. His thick cock fighting back to be touched once again, but he has to get ready for work. When he puts his clothes on, he notices the visible bulge in his pants. He curses your name under his breath because he hates the effect you have on him.

Shy Neighbour Nanami makes breakfast as he daydreams about how pleasant it would be if he could make you breakfast. He sits down on his dining table and looks at the chair across him, imagining your presence. His cock reacts once again, bulging against his fabric, begging to be touched. He hisses in irritation and grabs his cock, rubbing his hand over the swollen area, trying to calm himself down.

Shy Neighbour Nanami waits at the window and watches you exit your house. He immediately rushes out of his house - making it seem like you both were leaving for work at the same time. Before even locking his door, he turns towards you and smiles at you and is caught off guard when he catches your gaze already on him. “What a coincidence, huh?” you comment, and a shy “y-yes,” escapes his lips. “Well, see you in the evening then,” you say and wait for his response. He simply nods, unable to speak because you're right in front of him. You smile and turn away, walking towards your car. He watches you walk away, hips swaying seductively at him, your curves inviting danger.

Shy Neighbour Nanami gathers himself together and clears his throat. He heads towards his car and drives for work. His cheeks turn a light shade of pink when he thinks about the short conversation he had with you.

Shy Neighbour Nanami spends his entire day at work, with recurring thoughts of you and your smile. He cannot wait to go home. To get a glance of you. To talk to you again.

Shy Neighbour Nanami reaches home at the same time as you. “Wanna come over to have a drink?” you ask him. He pretends to think about the offer, not wanting to sound desperate when the “yes” slips out of his lips. He watches as your face lights up, a small grin playing over your tempting mouth. “Perfect!” you exclaim.

Shy Neighbour Nanami enters your house and before he even knew it, he's sitting on your sofa, drinking a glass of wine. After an hour, he gets up to leave. Thanking you for the drink. “No problem,” you say, your cheeks red because you had a little too much to drink, and your mind was also filled with distracting thoughts. He finds your flushed expression adorable and fights the urge to kiss you on the cheek. He nods his head and turns to leave.

Shy Neighbour Nanami feels a hand pull the back of his shirt and is forced to suddenly turn around. Before he could even process what was happening, he feels your lips crashing into his. He stands still for a couple of seconds but immediately takes control of the situation and kisses you back. You wrap your arms around his shoulder and he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist. He lifts you up with ease and mumbles between kisses, “this is wrong”. You kiss him desperately and let out a disapproving moan, disagreeing with him. This, in fact, was good. This was what you wanted to do with him for a long time.

Shy Neighbour Nanami pushes you on the sofa, his kisses eager and deep. He sucks at the sensitive spots on your neck and nibbles playfully at your ear. You giggle under his touch and he pulls back to admire your beautiful face. “What?” you ask shyly, trying to cover your face with your hands.

Shy Neighbour Nanami reaches out and holds your hands, pinning them to your sides. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers so you realise that the words were only meant for you. Your face turns red in response and he chuckles at your expression.

Shy Neighbour Nanami leans forward, his breath warm against your ear, “I crave you, y/n”.

Little does he know you crave him too.

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w2soneshots · 2 months ago

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Birthday boy -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, alcohol consumption.

summary: you and the sidemen film the pub golf in Benidorm video, when the clock strikes twelve and it’s officially Harry’s birthday you decide he deserves a special present once you return to your hotel room.

notes: long time no fic!🙈 You can see the request here. I hope you’re all well and you enjoy this spicy one shot in honour of yesterday being our man’s birthday, love ya!!!💘

Liked by ksi, sidemen and 934,237 others

y/username: I wanted to wish you the very best but you already have me... so happy birthday my love!!😉💞 @wroetoshaw

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user63298712: this is the kind of relationship I want

All seven of the sidemen, me and a few of the camera crew sat at a table in the last and final pub as we wrapped up the Benidorm pub golf video. My head was softly leaning on my boyfriend's shoulder when Ethan spoke. "Wait! Is it Harold's birthday now?" He asked.

Harry smiled shyly. "Ha, yeah it is," he replied. "Ohhhahhh!" Ethan rose promptly from his seat. A bright smile spread across my face as we all began singing happy birthday. Harry was clearly uncomfortable but he took the slight embarrassment like a champ as all of his friends drunkenly cheered.

"I'm old, I'm old man, I'm old," Harry repeated as JJ fist bumped him. "Join the club mate!" JJ laughed as he sat back down. We finished the last part of the video and then all made our way out of the loud pub.

"Happy Birthday," I whispered as me and Harry slowly walked behind the rest of the group, my hand gripping his bicep for stability. He smiled down at me. "You know what I'd really like for my present..." he wiggled his eyebrows. "Mmm, we'll see," I replied with a wink.

When we all arrived back at our hotel everyone went up to bed. Harry was on me as soon as I closed the hotel room door. I giggled softly as he trailed kisses over my shoulder from behind, his arms snaking around my torso.

I turned around in his arms and lifted his head up so that his lips could meet mine. The kiss was slow but hot. Throughout the night we'd both been teasing each other. I'd sat on his lap when there wasn't enough seats, which would've been fine if I wasn't purposely shuffling around. He'd repeatedly squeezed my thigh under the table and would slowly edge it up until I'd have to move it off of me before anyone clocked. So we were both already extremely horney.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands hoisted me up using the backs of my thighs, I followed by encasing his hips with my legs. He moved us over to the king sized bed, lowering us both down in the centre of the fluffy sheets.

We took a moment to take in each other's features, it was like the world around us stopped for a moment as we both anticipated what was about to happen. Then, as if a switch had flipped, we both jumped into action.

Within seconds I'd kicked my heels off, he'd done the same with his trainers and we were both topless. I was becoming impatient as he struggled with his pants. "Haz..." I trailed off. "I know, I've got you baby, gimme two seconds," he muttered, voice horse. The room was dark though I could easily make out that he'd moved up onto his knees so that he could properly remove his pants.

When I felt his fingers unbuttoning my jeans a soft sigh left my lips. I lifted my hips off of the soft mattress so he could pull the denim off, along with my underwear.

Once his body finally pressed against mine our lips immediately attached. He was holding himself up using his forearms as one of my hands slowly rand down his stomach.

Harry groaned softly into my mouth as I wrapped my hand around his aching and painfully hard cock. "Fuck, need you so bad love," he muttered. "I'm right here," I whispered before lining him up at my entrance.

He pushed into me with such force a sharp gasp escaped from my lungs. "Jeez, Haz- ohh..." I moaned as pleasure flooded my body. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly as I attempted to ground myself.

The bang of the headboard hitting the wall continuously, our bodies connecting and the little "ah!" that escaped my mouth every time Harry thrusted into me was the only sounds filling the hotel room, along with Harry's soft grunts.

When his hand reached down to rub my clit I entered a different dimension. "Yes! Oh my- don't stop," I moaned, body on fire. His head moved to press gentle kisses down my jaw. "So good for me. Love you so much- 'm close baby," he rambled into my neck.

I chanted his name as I came. My vision turned white as I arched my back into him. "That's it, my girl- hmf..." he thrusted his hips deep into me as also came.

His weight pressed onto me as we caught our breaths. Harry lifted his head so he could see my face. "Best birthday present ever," he whispered with a cheeky smirk before pressing a gentle and soft kiss to my plump lips.

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tangerinesilk · 1 year ago

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－ DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI

dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.

pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!

word count ✷ 1.7k

a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo

[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]

typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.

dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.

he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.

suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.

ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.

so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.

it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—

"y/n, are you even listening?"

you cleared your throat, "hmm?"

he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."

now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.

you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."

he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."

dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"

you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.

"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.

its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.

he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.

dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.

soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.

"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.

just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.

his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.

"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.

he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.

"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"

he sighed, "shit..."

"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.

you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.

his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.

you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.

"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.

his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.

when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.

"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.

"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.

you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.

"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.

"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.

"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.

soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.

you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.

as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.

he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.

you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.

it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.

you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.

"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.

he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."

#dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski smut #dave lizewski x you #kick ass

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heejake-hoon · 7 months ago

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Desperate and needy JakeWon x reader(+18) Warning: a lot of teasing,slight slight bondage (if u squint), dom!reader,oral(m), cum eating(f)

JUNGWON:

"Please, Y/N," Jungwon whimpers, straining against the silken ties binding his wrists to the headboard. "Please, I need- I need you to-"

"Shh, baby," you soothe, trailing a teasing finger down his chest, his stomach, skimming maddeningly close to where he's aching for you. "I'll touch you when I'm good and ready. You just lie there and look pretty for me, okay?"

Jungwon makes a frustrated noise, hips canting up in search of friction. You smile wickedly, keeping your touch light and fleeting, tracing idle patterns on his overheated skin.

"Y/N," he tries again, voice breaking on a desperate keen. "Please, I can't- I need more, need you, fuck-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you need," you purr, finally wrapping your fingers around his straining cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Jungwon bucks into your touch with a choked moan, head tipping back against the pillows. "Need me to take care of this pretty cock, don't you baby? Need me to make you feel good?"

"Yes," Jungwon sobs, trembling as you start to pump him faster, thumbing over his weeping slit on every upstroke. "Yes, fuck- just like that, please don't stop-"

You hum, leaning down to swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking him into your mouth without warning. Jungwon cries out sharply, back arching off the bed as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Shit, Y/N, omg, your mouth," he babbles, abs flexing as he fights the urge to fuck up into the tight, wet heat of you. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Love how you- ah, fuck, right there-"

You pull off with a filthy pop, grinning up at him wickedly. "You gonna come for me, Jungwonie?" you ask sweetly, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. "Gonna make a mess all over yourself like a good boy?"

Jungwon whines high in his throat, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Please," he begs, hips jerking in aborted little thrusts as he chases his release. "Please, I need it, I'll be so good for you, Y/N. I'll do anything, just let me come, please-"

"Anything, huh?" you muse, stroking him slowly from root to tip. "Well, in that case... beg for it, baby. Want to hear how desperate you are, how badly you need to come for me. Go on, Jungwon. Be a good boy and beg."

Jungwon doesn't hesitate, too far gone to care about his pride. "Please, Y/N," he whimpers, straining against his bonds, eyes glassy and drool coming out of his mouth "Please let me come, I need it so bad. Been hard for you all day, been thinking about your pretty mouth, your perfect cunt. Fuck, I just- I need you, need to feel you, please-"

"Shh, I've got you," you soothe satisfied, silencing him with your fingers as he starts to suck on them for you. You reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you take him back into your mouth. You bob your head quickly, cheeks hollowing as you suck hard, tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft.

Jungwon keens, a constant stream of garbled pleas and praises falling from his lips coming muffled as you work him over, pulling away the fingers that were on his mouth to tease his nipples instead, making him truly lose it. "Fuck, 'm so close," he slurs, hips stuttering uncontrollably. "Y/N, 'm gonna- fuckkkk, gonna fucking come-"

You double your efforts, taking him as deep as you can and swallowing around him rhythmically. Jungwon sobs brokenly, back bowing as his orgasm crashes over him, spilling hot and hard down your throat.

You swallow it all greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he's shaking beneath you. Carefully, you release him, giving his softening cock a few gentle licks while keeping eye contact before crawling up his body and licking into his mouth.

Jungwon whimpers into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue as you lick past his teeth possessively. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you pull back, gazing up at you with glassy, awestruck eyes. "That was... perfect."

You grin, reaching up to undo his restraints and rubbing his reddened wrists soothingly. "Mm, I know. But you were such a good boy for me, Jungwonie. Begged so pretty and took everything I gave you..."

He shivers at the praise, leaning into your touch like a flower seeking the sun. "Anything for you," Jungwon murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Want to be good for you, always."

JAKE:

You push Jake down onto the bed, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. He stares up at you with dark, hungry eyes, lips parted on a soft exhale as you grind down against his already hardening length.

"Keep these here," you murmur, squeezing his wrists for emphasis. "Don't move them, okay? Or I'll stop."

Jake swallows hard, nodding jerkily. "Yes, ma'am," he rasps, fingers flexing against the sheets.

You grin, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "Good boy," you praise, relishing the way his breath hitches at the words. "Just lie back and let me take care of you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so good..."

Slowly, teasingly, you start to kiss your way down his body, tongue tracing over the defined ridges of his abs. Jake trembles beneath you, muscles jumping under his skin as you map out every dip and plane with your tongue.

When you reach his waistband, you pause, glancing up at him through your lashes. Jake is watching you with rapt attention, chest heaving and cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and you can see how hard he is trying to contain himself and that made you smile in satisfaction.

Holding his gaze, you slowly undo his fly, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up against his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight.

"Fuck, look at you," you breathe, wrapping a hand around his thick length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "So hard for me already, baby. So desperate for my touch..."

"Y/N," Jake whines, hips bucking up into your fist. "Please, f-fuckkkk pleas-"

"Shh, baby. Patience" you soothe, thumb swiping through the bead of precum at his slit and making him gasp. "Gonna give it to you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won't even know your own name by the time I'm done with you"

And with that, you lean down and take him into your mouth, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. Jake makes an erotic and pornographic sound, halfway between a moan and a whimper, hands scrabbling at the sheets as he fights the urge to bury his fingers in your hair and thrust up into your willing throat.

You bob your head slowly, taking him deeper with every pass until your nose is brushing his pelvis, his cockhead nudging the back of your throat. Jake is panting now, abs flexing as he tries to keep still, tries to be good for you.

"Fuckkkk, Y/N, your mouth," he babbles, voice wrecked. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Please Omg-"

You hum around him, the vibrations making his hips stutter. Pulling off, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive crown before dipping into his slit, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his tip.

"Taste so good, Jakey," you murmur, lips brushing his slick flesh with every word. "Love how desperate you get for me, love feeling you throb on my tongue. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me swallow it all down like a good boy?"

"Yes," Jake sobs, head thrashing against the pillow as you take him back into your mouth and suck hard. "Fuck, Y/N, 'm so close, I can't- shit, gonna come, gonna fucking come down your throat-"

You pick up your pace, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks, working your tongue along his shaft as you bob your head faster. Jake's thighs start to tremble, telltale sign that he's right on the edge, and you reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm before squeezing.

That's all it takes. With a desperate, broken moan of your name, Jake comes, spilling over your tongue. You swallow it all greedly, milking him through it until he was wrecked under you.

You crawl up his body after releasing him, peppering his sweaty face with soft kisses until you reach his mouth, capturing his lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

Jake groans at the taste of himself on your tongue, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips, pulling you down against where he's already starting to stir again. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you break apart for air. "You're..... incredible. I think you broke me."

You giggle, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "Mm, well, I did promise to make you forget your own name, didn't I? Guess I succeeded."

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vanteguccir · 10 months ago

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── ୨୧ !　𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: The Hanahaki Disease is a rare illness where the patient throws up and coughs flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. In order to fully recover from the disease, it's necessary that the one they're in love with fall in love with them too. Or to fall in love with somebody else.

WARNING: Throwing up, blood, stomachaches, lung aches, one-sided love, crying, death talk. PURE ANGST, with a happy ending.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Part 2

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Panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat, Y/N found herself emerging from the whirlwind of bad memories that enveloped her sleep. Her heart hammered in her chest, echoing in the silence of the night. With numb hands, she reached for the bedside lamp, bathing the room in soft yellow light.

Her heart seemed to be squeezed as the images still danced in her mind, an unwanted reminder of the emotional turmoil that consumed her.

In the center of his room, Y/N remembers seeing Chris sitting on his own bed with a relaxed expression. Next to him is another girl, perfect, with long hair and a radiant smile, who seems too comfortable in his presence. Their gaze met briefly with a complicity she knew very well, but at that moment, it cut through her like a sharp blade. His sparkling blue eyes carried a glow of intense love that she understood well because she saw it in her own eyes every time she thought of him.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, running her trembling fingers through her hair, trying to ground herself when a sensation that was already quite common for her captured her throat. Coughing softly, she felt something strange shifting from her lungs. A heavy sigh escaped her nostrils at the sight of small rose petals cascading onto the fabric of the sheet covering her legs.

The initial feeling of sameness quickly turned into panic as she felt increasingly suffocated. The petals continued to sprout, climbing up her throat like a reverse slide and sliping from her lips between each cough, like a dark warning of an unrequited love that was eating away at her insides.

In a moment of frightening lucidity, she seemed to remind herself that this was just another attack of the dreaded Hanahaki disease. Flower petals, once symbols of beauty and romance, have become signs of a silent curse for Y/N weeks before.

The famous, but so rare illness that haunted the passionate hearts of those who dared to love without restrictions. When a soul found itself consumed by unrequited love, its body rebelled, expelling flowers and petals through painful coughs, a physical testimony to the deep emotional wounds that afflicted the heart.

It was quite hypocritical of the universe to create such a disease that affected those who love. Suffering from unrequited love was already too much, but apparently not enough.

Each cough was an explosion of petals that escaped her slightly bruised lips, dark red blood vibrating against the yellowish light, leaving a messy and disgusting trail. Y/N clenched her hands into fists on her sides, feeling her limbs give involuntary spasms, the flowers gathering on the bed around her more and more.

The strange, distressing sound of coughing echoed through the hallway of her house, cutting through the silence like a cry of distress. Nick, who was staying in the guest room - better known as his own room - wakes up suddenly.

His brain barely had time to register his sleepy mind or what time it was, worry consuming him as soon as his eyes opened, getting up from the bed abruptly. His feet tripped over the pieces of clothing thrown on the floor while his hands rested momentarily on the wall decorated with posters, trying to regain his balance.

The boy runs towards his best friend's room blindly, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He pushes the door open hard, finding the devastating scene. Y/N was above her own bed, curled in on herself, surrounded by a sea of petals, her face contorted in agony.

Without hesitation, Nick approaches, calls for her name escaping his mouth, desperately seeking a way to ease her pain.

"Shh, I'm here, I'm here." Nick whispers softly, kneeling on the floor next to her body and reaching out to gently stroke her back with one of his hands, his other one hovering over the sheets, feeling imposing at the sight of the confusing and unlikely mess of blood. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

With difficulty, Y/N looks up to meet the blue ones looking back at her, her teary eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and gratitude.

"Nick, I don't know what to do anymore..." She murmurs, her voice weak and shaky. Nick smiles tenderly in response, his free hand traveling to her clenched one, grabbing it firmly.

"Let's take one step at a time, okay? First, let's help you calm down." He carefully helps her to her feet, guiding her to the bathroom while whispering words of comfort.

Upon entering the small room, the brunette quickly guides her to sit on the closed lid of the toilet, moving nimbly to turn on the bathtub with warm water, adding a few drops of lavender essential oil that he knows is her favorite, with the intention of helping her body relax.

"Come here." Nick helps her stand again, helping her trembling arms undress her body, keeping it covered only by her underwear. "Let the water soothe you."

He holds her right hand firmly, guiding her until she sinks into the hot water. A sigh scapes Y/N's lips, feeling the heat enveloping her tense limbs as Nick sits on the floor beside the bathtub edge, ready to help her with the necessary.

"You will be okay." Nick whispers gently, watching the girl close her eyes and try to control her coughs.

While he offers her support with a calm aura never seen before in Nicolas Sturniolo, his heart is torn between care for her and a fierce anger toward his own brother that boils inside him, fueled by pain to see her in that state and injustice by what he witnessed every day since Y/N discovered the consequences of her unrequited love.

Nick holds himself back from screaming, from letting his fury consume all the space between them. But even in his silence, the girl could feel the tension emanating from his body, the intensity of his emotions throbbing in the air.

Nick vividly remembered the day he discovered the terrible truth about the Hanahaki disease that afflicted his best friend. He could almost see her anguished expression again, the silent tears that ran down her face as she confessed what a torment her unrequited passion had become. The memory of the revelation echoed in his mind like an incessant echo, mixing with Chris's trembling image.

Nick quickly shook his head, expelling the bad thoughts and feelings, focusing all his attention on the girl in front of him.

After Y/N had calmed down a bit, he helped her out of the tub, wrapping her in a soft towel before guiding her back to the bedroom, where he had her sit on one of her pink puffs, seeking for a comfortable set of sweatshirts, ironically, from Fresh Love in her closet.

"Are you feeling any better?" Nick asks her softly after making sure that her body was already covered in the warm outfit, his eyes observing her figure hugging the wet towel in her arms as if it were a teddy bear.

"A little." Her voice came out hoarse and worn out by the force she exerted when expelling the petals and flowers, feeling her throat scratchy with each breath.

"Come on, let's change the sheets so you can go back to sleep. You need the rest more than ever right now."

Together, they remade the bed, removing the scattered petals and replacing the sheets with fresh, clean ones, where the two lay down together, Y/N gently asking Nick not to leave her alone again.

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The next day, Tuesday, after a restless night, Y/N and Nick headed to his house. It was recording day, and the oldest triplet couldn't find the courage to leave her behind. The atmosphere inside the car was tense but comforting. The girl drove cautiously, keeping close attention to the sensations in her body.

Upon climbing the entrance stairs, the two were greeted by the random sounds of a movie that escaped from the television sneakers and the silly fights between Chris and Matt, who were in the living room, thrown comfortably on the soft couch.

The wooden kitchen table was already filled with 21 different drinks that the boys would have to try and blindly guess the brand and flavor for that Wednesday video

YN tried to smile in greeting, but the weight on her chest seemed to suffocate her. A small "hi" escaped her lips, her hands quick to place her purse on the floor, next to the couch, before sitting on the other end of the upholstery, bringing her legs together beneath her body.

As she watched the triplets go over what would be done on the video, her gaze inevitably turned to Chris. Her heart sank as she saw him break into the most radiant smile at the mention of his girlfriend after Matt said something that reminded him of her. Every word that escaped his lips was like an arrow piercing her soul, reminding herself of the cruel reality that he belonged to someone else.

Y/N quickly looked away, trying to hide the anguish that was boiling inside her, but every passionate detail he shared about the other girl only intensified her own silent pain. She found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, desperately wishing he could see her while fighting the sadness of knowing that would never happen.

And then it happened. A sudden coughing fit took her by surprise, shaking her body violently. The girl bent her upper body, undoing her intertwined legs and resting the soles of her feet on the floor, panting as the three brothers turned to her with concern. She quickly brought her right hand to her mouth, covering it.

"Is everything okay, YN?" Chris asked, frowning as his eyes ran over her figure.

Y/N tried to smile, but another wave of coughing overcame her. It was as if invisible thorns were piercing her lungs, tearing her from the inside.

"I...I'm fine." The girl muttered, struggling to catch her breath. Her eyes quickly found her palm, blood smeared on her skin, along with small broken petals. She swallowed hard, struggling to control her overflowing emotions. "I think... I need some air." Finally, she confessed, her voice shaking.

Without hesitation, Matt suddenly got up from his seat, walking towards her with agile steps, stopping in front of her body and extending his right hand, offering her help.

"Come with me." The brunette suggested softly, grasping her hand and guiding her out of the room slowly, Chris's confused question about what was happening fading behind their backs.

The two went down to the garage, and despite the pain in her body, Y/N smiled as she stepped foot in the room that was so common, but that meant so much to them. Sunlight filtered between the small windows of the gate, naturally illuminating the space that became small with the van.

Together, they sat on the floor, their backs against the back of the car, the silence comforting as she tried to calm her rapid breathing. Matt remained by her side, offering her silent comfort, his eyes conveying deep empathy, concern, and a hint of something that, despite it being hypocritical of her, Y/N didn't seem to recognize.

"You know..." Matt began, his soft voice breaking through as he fixed his eyes on the gate in front of his outstretched feet. "You could still consider having surgery to remove the flowers."

Y/N nodded slowly, pondering his suggestion.

"I know." She murmured, her voice thick with resignation. "But... I don't know if I can. I don't want to lose our memories."

Matt frowned, his orbs traveling to her side profile, running over every little detail momentarily.

"I understand." He whispered, even if internally, he didn't completely. How could he understand that the love of his life preferred to suffer in an unimaginable way for someone who didn't look at her in the same way that he himself did? "But you know that if you keep going in that way, it will only get worse."

Y/N looked down, tears starting to pool in her eyes. She knew what Matt was talking about.

Hanahaki disease doesn't have many cures, but those that did exist were intense; Having surgery to remove the flowers and, consequently, forget about the love feeling and all the memories that surround it, or having the feeling be reciprocated, or survive with that until your body can't take it anymore.

She knew that if she didn't remove the flowers, she would die. Eventually.

"I know." She admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "But... I can't, Matt. The memories with him, with you two... they mean so much to me. I can't just give them up."

Matt nodded momentarily, his own anguish rising in his chest along with the urge to scream to the seven seas how much he loved her and that he was there to give her the love she deserved.

It was an indescribable pain, witnessing the girl he loved more than anything in the world be consumed by a passion that wasn't towards him, and Matt wished with all his being that he could ease her suffering, even if it meant sacrificing his own heart.

"He's an idiot. For not seeing you, I mean." The brunette muttered, lowering his gaze to the ground between his legs. "He's lucky to have your eyes on him and to receive a love like yours."

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Days turned into weeks, and Y/N's condition only seemed to worsen, leaving her increasingly weak and vulnerable. Vomiting entire flowers became a frequent occurrence, a constant reminder of her miserable situation.

Now, she was no longer left unsupervised, Matt and Nick taking turns looking after her, despite her complaints and constant fear of becoming a burden.

On a particularly difficult night, she was at their house, in Matt's room, where she would sleep since Nick needed to edit the last Cut The Camera podcast.

The sound of loud laughter came from the living room next to the small hall that led to where she was; Chris and his girlfriend were playing some video game on the television. The sound was like a knife to the heart, and Y/N couldn't help but curl up beneath the thick duvet, feeling a wave of nausea and despair approaching her.

Matt, who was sitting in his gaming chair while answering some emails on his computer, soon realized her imminent agony, rising from the chair abruptly as violent coughs echoed through the walls of his room.

"Hey, hey, I'm here." Matt crouched on the floor next to her body, murmuring softly. His blue eyes ran over her fragile figure while his hand quickly found home on her back, massaging the covered skin.

Carefully, Matt pulled the duvet down her body, straightening his posture and picking her up in his arms, quickly carrying her into his bathroom. The boy helped her sit on the edge of his bathtub comfortably, with her face above the open toilet.

The boy gathered the loose strands of her hair into a loose ponytail secured by his right hand. He grabbed the washcloth from the sink, dipping it into the running water of the tap before pressing the wet fabric over her forehead.

"That's it, let it all out, sweetheart." He whispered, his voice soft like a comforting breeze.

His blue eyes squeezed shut as the sound of a loud sob followed one of her coughs, his own eyes filling with tears. Matt caught his bottom lip between his teeth in a death grip, swallowing back his sobs.

As the coughs slowly subsided, Y/N felt relief seep into her being, small sniffling escaping her nose while thin tears ran down her reddened cheeks, a deep sense of tiredness taking over her body. She felt completely exhausted.

"Are you feeling like throwing up again?" Matt asked gently, stroking her shoulders with his free hand, receiving a small shake of head in return. "Okay, do you want to go back to bed?"

"I... I don't want to get the sheets dirty if... If another crisis comes." She murmured, her voice weak and tired.

Matt nodded understandingly, a gleam of determination in his eyes. He quickly reached out with his hand that was previously on her back, pressing the flush and closing the toilet lid.

"You're okay." The boy whispered, his voice soft like a comforting breeze. "Come here."

He settled on the cold bathroom floor, resting his back against the freezing walls. Matt gently pulled her to sit next to him, his arms wrapping around her shoulders in a protective hug.

Y/N leaned against him, laying her head on his right shoulder and looping her arms weakly around his torso, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against hers. Their hearts beat in unison, sharing the weight of their worries, fears, and loves.

"Sleep, honey. I'll be right here when you wake up." He murmured softly in her ear, his words echoing almost as a promise of comfort and safety.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to close her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the feeling of peace that Matt's arms gave her, which she never felt anywhere else. Her breathing began to get lighter, indicating that sleep was finally approaching.

With a heart heavy with love, Matt gently leaned his head over hers, his lips delicately brushing her hair as he whispered words of love in the silence of the bathroom, believing that the girl was sleeping.

"If you only knew how much I could love you the way you deserve..." He murmured in a soft, loving tone. "I love you more than anything in this world, and I promise to take care of you forever, even when you are not aware of it."

The girl was slightly startled when she heard the words, her heart beating wildly in her chest and surprise flooding her mind. She expected everything but that. However, she remained quiet, savoring the comforting warmth of his arms and words, which unconsciously touched her heart in a different way. A good way.

Maybe the universe had better things for them.

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bunniandhoney · 6 months ago

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Strawberries & Cream

Jacob is a hungry tease. mdni. 18+

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Jacob was insatiable, and that’s putting it lightly.

7 years and three kids later he was still trying to get with his wife under any circumstance.

“Come on baby, the girls are still playing upstairs!” he says, already lifting up her sundress, hands reaching for the hem of her panties.

“Will you move your hands, you pervert.” Y/N giggles back attempting to slap his hands away. With a light wine he moves to her breast giving them a harsh squeeze, his lips breezing down the back of her neck.

Now it’s Y/N’s turn to whine.

Looking back at her husband, who’s found residence near the side of her neck, right under her ear, the spot that makes her knees buckle. He knows that this is the thing that will have her give no matter what.

The strawberries she was cutting up for the girl’s lunch are becoming the least important task at the moment. Because just as much as Jacob wants her, she wants him; wants his hands on her, wants the sultry whispers and soft kisses.

And boy is he a man made to please, Jacob would give this to his wife every time. “Let me clean those for you love” taking her fingers and putting them in his mouth letting his tongue curl around each one, the sweet strawberry taste falling on his tongue. Deep brown eyes stuck on hers and working his mouth the same way he does on her pus— “Mmmm, so sweet baby”

Rutting back into her husband, “J, please!”

“Please what love?”

Spoiled as she is, YN whines, “That’s not fair you came on to me!”

One of Jacob’s hands slowly makes their way back down in between Y/N’s legs, this time in her panties, softly rubbing at her lips just missing her aching clit. “ Didn’t say I was being fair today. Now say it, tell me you want me to fuck you while our kids are playing upstairs. Say it love, you know I'll give it to you real good. Right here!”

“I wan—“ thundering footsteps interrupt her plea. Quickly removing himself from his wife Jacob moves to lean back against the counter behind her, Jacob unable to hold his smirk. Flustered but trying to contain herself Y/N gets back to chopping the strawberries.

“Mommy, is lunch almost ready?” Y/D/N yells out of breath from running down the stairs.

“Yeah, can you go get your sisters and come down for me please?” A swift nod and she is running back upstairs yelling at her two sisters to come down.

Jacob is also rounding the counter to head upstairs, “I’m gonna go read through a script in the office, thanks for the snack mama.” he says, licking those same fingers that were just in Y/N’s panties.

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wow! first baby fic done!!! please leave comments and criticisms, but let’s keep it cute pls bc i’m sensitive <3

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blushsani · 7 months ago

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solicitude | c.s

⋆ choi san x gn reader ⋆ wc : 3k ⋆ genre : angst . fluff . hurt & comfort . ⋆ warnings : mention of injuries . mentions of financial issues . ⋆ details : happy ending . boxing au . making up (?) . ⋆ synopsis : in which san needs & learns to put himself first more. ⋆ notes : second post we cheer!! hi guys!! i rlly hope u enjoy this <3 / i do just want to quickly mention that i often feel like i word things strangely when i’m writing sometimes so i’m hoping no one can pick up on that through this 😭 if u can, i do apologise! bare with me guys just bare with me

the type of anger that leaves your heart somehow simultaneously light and heavy because of the rage is a type of anger you have never been good at handling.

the type of anger that leaves waves of shakes throughout your body from head to toe is a type of anger you have never been good at handling.

and no matter how hard you try, you just cannot force yourself to stop thinking about how san should know better. san does know better. to say san should’ve brought all this to an end by now is an understatement.

yet here he is, battered and bruised once again. you can’t help but wonder how much longer this is going to go on for. how much further san will let this go.

this is the type of anger you hate feeling and-

“y/n…y/n, hey…”

san’s lowly spoken voice catches your attention immediately, snatching you from your thoughts. and you pay him none of your attention. you don’t even spare him a single glance. the first time you had looked him straight in the eyes was exactly when you first stepped into his personal room backstage, and since then, you haven’t given him the satisfaction of even one look.

“baby pl—”

“don’t call me that.”

“no please don’t pu-”

“san stop. stop talking.” the sound of your words is like an icy blade, swiftly cutting through the air, and it’s more so the tone of your voice that makes san’s heart drop than it is your words.

san doesn’t think this would be much of a relationship if he hadn’t seen you on an unfortunate day when you’re packed full of irritation and pissed off, but between your almost two year relationship, he’s never been the target or cause of any anger this intense.

it goes without needing to be said that arguments and getting on each other’s nerves as a couple is warranted and happens but the anger san can feel from you is suffocating and the knowledge that you’re upset to this degree because of him is a strenuous weight he’s struggling to carry because he adores you and he can’t handle hurting you, let alone the thought of it.

there’s a delay in san noticing you grabbing your things and preparing to leave, too caught up with his thoughts and the nagging ache surrounding his jaw and the sharp pain in his ribcage that’s the current cause of his laboured breathing.

and when it finally does click to him that you’re clearly planning to leave, he internally begins to panic. that panic rises from zero to hundred within a matter of seconds, growing increasingly external as he notes that there’s no longer any belongings left of yours for you to grab. no more denying the inevitable.

“i’ll make sure wooyoung calls me if anything…if anything happens. please just. rest.” you find yourself putting a weak yet clear emphasis on the word “rest”.

if there’s one thing san doesn’t do often enough, it’s resting.

he eventually listens to his body and the signals it gives him, but not without a fight. not without overstepping that line just once.

and it pisses you off.

however, you have a good sense that san is too aware of the damage he’s caused tonight to dare cross that line again, and you can’t help but think to yourself that it’s about time.

as you turn to leave, ready to make a beeline for the door before that voice in the back of your head tells you to stay, san already proves himself faster.

“please stay. please. i want you here.”

it’s like you felt a punch to the gut as soon as the words left his mouth.

the tone of his voice leaves your knees ready to buckle, simultaneously leaving you fighting the feeling.

you put your weight mostly on your left leg as you turn around, looking at him with the right side of your body still facing the door.

your stance was throwing him a message of expectancy. if he truly wanted you to stay, now was his chance to make you want to stay too and his understanding of that was immediate.

so he carefully knocks his head in the direction of the empty space beside him, gesturing for you to sit, and you are almost fully convinced that you’d hear his heart shatter into thousands of pieces if you denied him right now.

you decide to accept him and take up that empty space instead with a deep breath.

as you take a seat on the black, somewhat stiff yet relatively comfortable couch, shifting to your comfortability, you remember how much you were reminded of a doctor’s office when you were first brought into san’s backstage room.

but the room is sadly much more familiar to you now, way more than an office belonging to a doctor. and that truly gets under your skin because you–you and san were never supposed to get used to this room or this routine.

this routine where san gets in that ring weekly with the promise of much needed cash if he wins the match.

san feels your clothed shoulder brush against his bare one and immediately seeks your hand, gingerly grabbing it. truthfully, you don’t think there’s a life out there of you and san where you wouldn’t accept his piece of affection and place a hand of your own over his.

there’s a moment of silence that you know will soon be filled with san’s voice, so you patiently wait for him. you suppose he needs a moment to gather his thoughts, and you understand that.

“i don’t want to keep putting you through this y/n.” san starts off.

“so stop.”

“baby, we both know it’s not that easy.”

“stop for the both of us.”

“y/n–”

“let’s stop talking about me for a moment. let’s actually talk about you.” your tone is firm.

you turn your body around so that your front is facing him entirely, leg propped up.

“these past few moments, i’ve only–i only see you bruised and weak. there’s not a single inch of your body i haven’t seen bruised. i only see you hurt. how much of this are you physically able to take before you–what if your body just fails on you one day san?”

“i can’t keep watching you like this. i can’t keep watching you hurting like this. and you don’t have to san, you don’t have to keep doing this, there’s other ways. it’s not like we’re out on the streets.”

the soft skin of your palm lightly touches against san’s cheek. you’re lifting his face up with a finger momentarily hooked under his chin so that he can look you in the eyes.

the second his eyes connect with yours, turning his body so that he can face you the same way you’re facing him, you can tell so many emotions and thoughts are going around in that pretty little heart and head of his.

he grabs your wrist ever so gently, holding onto you as he digs his cheek further into your palm, all while his gaze never faltering.

for the umpteenth time, you feel your belly swirl and flutter.

you stroke his cheek before continuing, “you know i wouldn’t be able to handle it if something happened to you. and that’s why you need to decide what you’re gonna do.”

you pull away from him. his gaze is dead set on you, eyes widened slightly. it’s the mix of your words and the abrupt lack of contact that he really…really doesn’t like.

he really doesn’t like where this seems to be going.

“if you can’t put yourself first right now, then we need to start thinking about what this means for us.”

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san’s mind drifts back to how the past week has been.

it’s consisted of so many thoughts, questions, fears and a considerable amount of time to let the deep ache rooted in his muscles ease.

and it’s all brought him to your front door on a sunday afternoon, a sense of uncertainty surrounding him that he can’t seem to ignore.

it was a late afternoon when he received your awaited phone call yesterday. he was too close to missing it, busy washing dishes in his kitchen and having to swiftly dry his hands and then run to his living room where he had left his phone.

he was the quickest you’ve ever seen him to spew apologies to you, and quite frankly, you were just as quick to reassure him through an auditory smile.

but as he stands, waiting for you to open the door, he returns to the feeling of doubt swirling around in his mind.

he’s afraid. he’s afraid because he knows that he will always want you, but he isn’t entirely sure that you still want him. he isn’t entirely certain he’d choose himself either if he were you.

he’s been so stupid.

he finds it so stupid that he’s even in this situation, getting so wrapped into his own head. he finds it so stupid because he’s aware of how avoidable this was.

he loves you and the answer will always be you.

his answer will always be you.

so the next thing he knows, your apartment door is opening, presenting you. san sucks in a deep breath as he finds himself instantly locking eyes with you.

you’re pretty.

he mentally notes how pretty you look. glowing, almost.

“hi.” you’re the first to speak, quick to take notice of how nervous san looks.

a very brief second goes by before he replies, “hi. hi–how have you been?”

“i’ve been okay,” you nod to yourself before continuing, “but how have you been? how do you feel? you been resting up okay?”

san’s heart slightly tugs at the genuine care you show him unconditionally.

“yeah–yeah, i’m okay. i’m, uh, i’m glad you’ve been okay too y/n.”

you give san a small smile. it’s knowing, and so is the smile he gives you in return.

one of the first things you came to love about san is how much his eyes can speak for him, and that’s why you can’t ignore how much he’s expressing to you just by looking into his eyes.

silence thickens over the pair of you. it’s somehow a synchronic mix of awkward and comfortable. unfamiliar but familiar.

it’s one of those moments where words don’t have to be exchanged for two people to know what the other is thinking. it’s such a knowing moment; he sees that just as much as you do.

“i remembered to–uh…grab some coffee on friday. it’s that brand you like. come in, i’ll make us some.”

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you place san’s mug down on the coffee table first, followed up by your own white mug.

it’s just as you’re about to take a seat on the opposite armchair that you suddenly feel the familiarity of san grabbing your hand. your train of thought stops, and you raise your head to look at him, surprised at the sudden contact but most definitely accepting of it.

san pats the empty seat next to him on the loveseat, and maybe it’s silly how quick you were to comply. you can’t say you care very much though.

as you both adjust to face each other on the sofa, you slowly take more and more notice of how you and san haven’t stopped firmly holding hands.

it makes you smile.

it makes a tiny but affirmative feeling of hope twitch through you.

you hear san take a deep breath and return your gaze back to him, ready to have this conversation.

things needs to be talked through and san’s just as aware as you of that.

you take notice of the way his gaze is somewhere distant behind you and rub his hand with your thumb. it seems to bring him back to you. his gaze hooks back onto you, giving you a slight sad smile before looking down and looking back up within a matter of a few seconds.

he seems like he doesn’t quite know where to start, but he does seem to eventually find his way.

“you’ve been more than patient with me. and i…i truly owe you an apology for being so patient to begin with.” you cock your head to the side ever so slightly, intently listening.

“i’ve probably thought more than i have throughout my whole life this week,” he laughs for a moment and there’s a small chuckle of your own, “and i kept thinking about how i’d feel if the roles were reversed. if it was you in those rings instead of me. if i had to watch you keep getting hurt. how i’d feel if i came backstage with you and saw you covered with bruises. hurt. and…i know i wouldn’t be able to handle it y/n.”

your lips drew a thin line as you nodded. so much was going through your mind and you wanted to take deep care in putting all the scrambled pieces together. but for now, you’re just focusing on the man before you.

“i took time to think about me too. just…me. not only my well-being physically, but my well-being mentally as well. i took time to actually care for me. properly.”

it’s like you feel a spark of light shoot through you at his words.

you’ve said it once and you’ll say it again, san truly just thinking about himself for once is something you don’t see enough of, and you’ve expressed to him before how important it is that he takes the time to do that.

you remember his exact words when you had a conversation with him about it.

“i’m not used to it. i’m just…not. it doesn’t come easy to me.”

and you remember your exact words in response too.

“well i love you. and if you’ll let me, then i wanna help you get used to it.”

so hearing him say that’s something he finally put some attention on and tended to…

god it makes you happy. relief goes through you from head to toe and you exhale with a fond smile, needing somewhere to let the feeling out before it just explodes within you.

“oh san.” you find yourself deciding words wouldn’t feel like enough and swiftly lean forwards instead, capturing him in a tight hug.

it melts your heart how quick san is to return the hug just as tightly, finding his own little space in your neck.

you rub san’s nape, murmuring a loving “i’m proud of you san” and receiving a gentle squeeze in response.

he kisses your neck before pulling away.

“i’m choosing you. it will never ever be worth putting us both through this anymore. i’m so sorry it took this long. i’m so so so sorry. i will always be sorry for not showing you sooner than i choose and always will choose you.”

there’s so much sincerity dripping from his voice. it leaves your heart throbbing, partly with love and partly with ache. you don’t want this to be something san keeps beating himself up over.

san is a man who never says anything he doesn’t truly mean, so you know this will be a moment he’ll think about even when the grey hairs start making an appearance (and hopefully you’ll still be there to remind him he was always forgiven).

you quickly find yourself overwhelmed by all your thoughts and feelings and before you can even think properly, you’re once again smothering yourself in san’s hold.

your chin digs into san’s shoulder as you speak, “i forgive you san. thank you for being open with me.”

you continue as you pull away, hands gently gripped on san’s shoulders, “and thank you for putting yourself first. i’m proud of you. i know money is an issue right now. i’m here with you. we’re gonna get through it, yeah? that just isn’t the way we’re gonna do it. you were just–in pain all the time. ‘s not fair. you can’t keep putting yourself through that and i told you last week that i can’t keep watching you put yourself through that. i won’t.”

“i know, i know. i’m hearing you.” san gently nods, sincerity swimming in his eyes and full to the brim in his voice. he removes your hands from his shoulders, taking them into his own instead and pressing a wet kiss onto your knuckle.

“and,” you lightly cough, “...i’m sorry for how harsh i was last week. i was just–i was feeling a lot and i was scared and i felt so angry and…i am really sorry san.” your tone is just as regretful as you feel. although you know you were and are justified in your feelings, you don’t agree with how you spoke to san. that’s not a way you’ve ever spoken to him before and you don’t plan to ever make a habit of it.

“thank you. to be truthful with you love, if the roles were reversed, i would’ve been the exact same way you were. you had every right to feel what you were feeling.”

you warmly smile at the response, once again sinking into the realisation of how big the love you feel for him is.

within seconds, you find yourself simultaneously sinking into his arms. and for the umpteenth time, he accepts you. he welcomes you in with arms wide open like he always does.

you don’t think you’ve ever felt so comfortable with someone.

but it’s later on when you’re laid beside him, tracing your fingertips along the bruises that required a little more time to fade than the others, the pair of you warming one another up with the soft holds you’ve had on each other the entire rest of the day that you realise just how comfortable you feel with him.

it’s almost laughable to you how just the previous week, you no longer knew what you and san would look like. and now, he’s in your arms, scattering kisses all over your face, erupting never ending giggles from you.

it’s the first night you’ve been able to drift to sleep with a content chest and mind.

knowing you get to wake up to his presence. knowing there will be a you and san tomorrow.

- yours sincerely, qei ౨ৎ

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daddies-special-touches · 11 months ago

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Cooked you dinner after a stressful day at college. Ran you a bath so you can relax your aches. Crushed up extra strength sleeping pills and mixed them in the hot chocolate I've made you before bed. Carrying you to your bed after you pass out on the sofa. Running my hands over your unconscious body, sliding your underwear down your legs to expose your shaven pussy. Sliding my fingers inside you, getting you wet enough for me to slide my throwing cock inside you again. Rolling you over to your stomach, head to the side so you can still breath, sliding my cock inside you, deep in your pu$$y, keeping it slow and gentle, don't want to risk waking you up. It was such a hassle disposing of the body of the last housemate that woke up while I was r@ping her. Thrusting till the last second before pulling out and cuming over your ass.

Leaving no evidence behind and cleaning you up, you're such a good little flashlight, I don't want to lose this one

#intox kink #r@pe fantasy #r@petoy #abuse k1nk #somno fantasy #somno r@ape #somno k!nk #r@pe k!nk #r@pe k1nk #cvmslvt

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 6 months ago

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How to become a hero: A step by step guide

Step 1: Let it be the start of a new year, a new you, your origin point. Let x mark the spot, the end of your story, the gold at the end of the rainbow. Let y be the amount of blood left in your veins, the ambition that shoots through them like a drug, the strength in your lungs to keep breathing through the pressure.

Step 2: Begin the journey. Start with the upward curve of your parabola, climbing up an endless hill, clawing your way to the top. Fight the monsters en route. Rescue the princesses. But never forget: It is not enough. You are not enough. At least, not until you have slain the dragon and claimed your throne.

Step 3: Look at the others. Look at the villagers. The way they clap and cheer you on. Now look at them again. Do not heed their warnings, their tries to turn you away. Ruin does not lie in the path ahead— It is treasure you speak of. The folly of youth burns bright in your lantern as you cros the marsh all alone. Turn back to look at them one last time. Pretend you do not see the pity in their eyes.

Step 4: Look at your companions. Where are they? They were beside you, once, a veritable army of fellow algebraic equations. They must have heeded the villagers' warnings, turned back, and settled with what they had. But you won't do that. No, you are better than that. It is you who will go the furthest, leaving them all behind. And you do not dare think that perhaps you are making a mistake.

Step 5: Slip up. It is inevitable. The bandits sword plunges through you like a hoe through loam. You can see your crashing fall, standing at the crossroads of two intersecting lines. You wonder if this is the end, if you will amount to nothing. But you do not let it happen. The bandit dies and you live, wound in your stomach festering.

Step 6: Keep walking. Your feet are sore, your shoulders aching, body trembling beneath the weight of all the treasure you have accrued, of the promises you have made and the shoes you tried to fill. You want to turn back. Genuinely, honestly. But the nearest village is so far away, and before you stands the turning point. (0, 0) was an eternity ago. So you enter the dragon's den and face the destiny you no longer crave.

Step 7: Look in the mirror. Do you recognise the person on the other side? Are you even you any more? You should have turned around, should never have kept walking. Until you looked in the mirror, you were still the callow youth who decided to slay a dragon. Now… Who knows what you are?

Step 8: Slay the dragon. It will be horrible, terrifying, a beast beyond anything you had ever seen before. Its fire will scorch you within your armour, brand every failure into your chest, burn you from inside out. You will wonder if you can survive. Do not even stop to think of it. There will be no time for thinking, no time for wondering if you made a mistake. You must fight. And you will win. You will shatter its scales with the weight of expectation, poison it like the dried pus in your grey intestines, and push it off the turning point of the parabola.

Step 9: Weep. Do not think of what you paid for this throne, encrusted with gems and dragon blood. Do not think of the golden horde, paid for with the loss of your friends. Do not think of your sacrifice, of the single-minded determination that corrupts you from within. You can see the slope downwards, past the turning point. You can hear it calling to you. You can resist it no longer, not that you want to, anymore.

Step (x, 0): Rest. Let yourself slip away. You earned it.

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henrywintersdearestgirl · 1 year ago

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what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe

love u

Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3

I hope you will like my present:)

Odium

It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.

All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.

The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.

It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.

But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.

He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…

Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.

She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.

She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.

“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.

“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“

She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?

She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.

“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.

“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”

“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.

She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.

She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”

The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.

She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.

“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.

“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.

She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.

“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.

He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.

He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”

That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.

This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.

After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.

“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.

“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.

“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”

Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”

She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”

“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”

So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.

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mamaestapa · 2 years ago

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Can You Keep a Secret?

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You wake up beside your brothers best friend and wonder what happened the night before. While you’re at Joe’s, you get a call from Sam saying he’s going to be at your place soon…can you keep Joe a secret from Sam?

•word count: 6.1k (combined a couple short chapters to make one long one. you’re welcome;)

•warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, hangovers, mentions of sex/unprotected sex, condoms, um maybe a daddy kink? (HEY LISTEN-) i think that’s all…

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December 18, 2022

pre-pregnancy

"Ow…” you croaked out, your voice hoarse from waking up and from the night before. You scrunched your eyelids shut and let out a low groan as the bright, morning sunlight glared into your eyes.

You absolutely hate hangovers. They’re the worst, especially after about four glasses of wine. You swear those hangovers from wine mixed with some tequila are the absolute worst. With your head still pounding, you slightly open your eyelids more after noticing a dull ache in your legs as you stretched them. Huh? That’s funny... I never get leg cramps from hangovers? You thought to yourself. Suddenly your eyes shot open, and you were wide awake. You noticed you had no clothes on, and you mean none at all. Which, you usually sleep in at least a long shirt and panties, so you found it odd you were completely naked. You sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet up with you to cover yourself. You looked around the room and realized you definitely weren’t in your room. You were totally unaware of your surroundings, until it finally dawned on you…

"Oh shit..." you said, rubbing your hands down your face. You rubbed your eyes and hoped once you stopped you’d wake up and realize it was all a dream. You took your hands away from your face, hopeful that you’d find yourself in your own room when you opened your eyes. However, your hopes were crushed. You let out a heavy sigh as the memories from last night came back in full force.

"Oh my god...” you groaned out, totally in denial, “I, we did not..." You slowly turned your head and looked to the left side of the bed. Sure enough, there he was. Joe Burrow was laying there, shirtless and sound asleep. You had a look of shock and worry plastered on your face as you looked at his sleeping figure. All of a sudden, you jumped out of the bed, ripping the comforter off with you. You wrapped it around your, naked body to cover yourself as you attempted to find, and put on your bra and panties from the night before. You successfully found your bra in a pile of Joe’s clothes that lay on the floor by the foot of the bed. However, your panties were nowhere to be found.

Joe jumped up at the sudden movement of the heavy comforter being taken off of his body. He made a face when he too noticed the glare from the Cincinnati sun peeking through the blinds of his room. Your eyes traveled down his body. You immediately noticed the he was also naked. No clothes, nothing. Joe looked down and let out a yelp, horrified that his dick was uncovered. He quickly moved his hands from his sides so they could shield his manhood instead.

You couldn't help but laugh at his actions. It’s not like you hadn't seen it before. After all, you apparently did see all of him last night.

Joe’s eyes traveled from his hands to the empty side of the bed before they finally fell on you, standing off to the side and wrapped in the white duvet. He quickly grabbed the sheet he was laying on and pulled it up over his legs, letting it rest on his waist in order to cover himself. Joe moved one of his hands up to his face, rubbing at his temples.

"Fuck...did we.." he trailed off, looking up at you with a grimace on his face.

You gulped nervously, "Yup. It’s looking like we did."

Joe winced as you shifted uncomfortably. You instantly regretted your decision to move though when you felt that dull ache in your thighs once again.

"It feels like it too..." you winced as you shifted yourself once again, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt you.

Joe’s grimace turned to an amused smirk, "Oooh, really?” he teased, “I didn't know we banged that hard."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "C’mon Joe, this isn't funny."

Joe shrugged, "I mean, it kinda is,” he looked at you as he did that thing with his tongue to the inside of his mouth that all guys do. A sort of arrogance dripping from his tone as he said, “I fucked you so hard Y/n that you can't even walk."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, soon wincing once again when you tried moving. Joe’s demeanor immediately softened as if he had a sudden change of heart.

"Awe, Y/n, I’m sorry." he grimaced, "you can come sit down again, maybe that'll help?"

You nodded, accepting his offer, “Okay, yeah." you slowly moved back down to the bed, re-wrapping the comforter around your body as you sat down.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Y/n, I’m so sorry."

You giggled lightly, "It’s OK. I’m just a little sore, but honestly...” your voice lowered, “I’ve never felt this good in my life."

Joe’s chest rumbled with laughter, "Oh, really?” he raised his eyebrows in amusement, “Well, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment." There was a moment of silence, before Joe broke it, "If it makes you feel any better, from what I can remember, you were amazing too..."

You laughed, "Ooh, really?” copying Joe’s amused response, “thank you, babe."

Babe. You didn't even realize you said it until after you said it. Yeah you call Tee and Ja’Marr 'babe' sometimes, but this was different. Much different. Because you’ve never hooked up with them before, and you call them 'babe' in a friendly way. With Joe, it just felt different, foreign even!

"Sooo..." he trailed off, "what do we do now?"

You sighed. Your head was throbbing terribly. “Nothing yet. Just stay in bed for a bit because I have the worst headache..."

Joe chuckled, "Me too.."

The two of you sat in silence, enjoying each others company. When all of a sudden you sat up and let out a loud gasp. Joe furrowed his brows as he sat up with you, “What?"

Your eyes widened. "Uh...Joe?” you felt a pit in your stomach as you thought the worst, “did you uh...you know?"

He looked at you, expecting you to continue, "Did i 'uh what' ?"

You bit your bottom lip, drawing a little bit of blood in the process, “Did you use protection?"

Joe just stared straight ahead. You swear you could see all of the color in his face drain. He cleared his throat, "Um, I uh...I can't remember.” he fiddle with the bracelets on his wrist, “but I don't think I did.”

"Joe!?,” you screeched, making the blonde wince, “how could you not have? Why-what!?" You were stunned that he couldn’t remember to use a condom.

Joe threw his hands up in the air, "We were drunk,Y/n! Almost blackout drunk at that. We both had too many drinks last night, and I don't know about you, but I’m really not remembering much of what happened.”

You were fuming. How could the two of you forget about the condom!? Your anger soon died down though when you realized that you wouldn't have to worry about anything. Thankfully, you’re on the pill.

"Oh thank god." you sighed in relief, feeling a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"What? Did you remember if we used one?”

You couldn't help but giggle, "No, but I do remember that I’m on birth control, so we should be just fine."

Joe rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his chest as he let out the breath he’d been holding, “Good. I am not ready to be a daddy yet."

You laughed and reached out to pat his hand that was laying on the bed next to you, “well, you won't have to worry about that with me,"a playful smirk pulled at your lips, “no bun will be in this oven like Zac was worried about last night."

Joe just shook his head and chuckled. You looked at the alarm clock that was on his nightstand, deciding to see what time it was.

11:25

You groaned as you sat up further in the bed. Your head still throbbing as you ran a hand over your face. You let out a sigh.

"i should probably get going..." you trailed off, awkwardly fumbling with your fingers. You were never good at the “morning after” thing. Especially in this situation where it’s your brothers best friend.

Joe propped himself up on one arm, looking at you with a hint of disappointment, “Are you sure? At least let me cook you breakfast and get you some tylenol. Maybe even a shower?" he offered.

You hesitated, unsure if you should take him up on the offer or just leave and never speak to Joe again. You knew it would be quite impossible to never speak to Joe again due to your job, plus the damage was already done…

You smiled softly, making your decision, “I’d like that, thank you Joe."

He smiled, "Of course, it's the least I could do. Especially after hurting you,” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “which, I’m really sorry about."

You smiled softly, "It’s all good Joe, don't worry. I’ll be fine,” you smirked, “i just won't be able to walk straight for a couple hours."

Joe chuckled, "If you say so. And hey, that just gives me an excuse to carry you down the stairs again.”

He moved to scoop you up in his arms, but he abruptly stopped, “Wait, let me put some pants on first."

You giggled, "That might be a good idea."

Joe chuckled and grabbed the sheet once again, shielding himself from you. He wrapped it around his waist as he got out of his bed. You watched as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out clean underwear, a pair of grey sweatpants, and an old purple LSU Tigers t-shirt. He tossed you the pair of sweatpants and the shirt.

You caught them midair, a triumphant smile on your face that made Joe smile. He walked into the bathroom to change, but he stopped in the doorway and turned on his heels to look at you. "Do you want to change in the bathroom? I’ll let you, if you don't want to change out here."

“Either works for me.” You said with a nod.

Joe smiled, tightly. "How about this,” he pointed behind him, “take a shower to maybe help with the headache, then i'll just change out there. Sound good?"

You smiled, giving him a thumbs up. "yes, dadd-I mean," you coughed, "Joe, Joe."

Your face began to turn crimson as you almost called Joe “daddy”. Joe chuckled, "Don’t worry Y/n, that's not the first time you've said that."

“I-." you began saying, but the embarrassment took over and you were at a loss for words.

Joe smirked, "Well, I’ll leave you to it. There’s towels in the cabinet next to the toilet, and i'm pretty sure there's some women's soap under the sink if you'd rather use that."

You smiled, "Thank you, Joe."

"Yeah, no problem,” he nodded, sucking in a breath, “if you need anything, just holler. I’ll be out here."

You got up from the bed and made your way to the bathroom. Joe stepped out your way and shut the door for you as you walked in. You set the clothes he had given you on the sink counter. You then realized you had no underwear. You contemplated on what to do, before ultimately deciding to call Joe’s name. "Hey Joe!?"

"What’s up!?" he called from the other side of the door.

"I uh,” you started, “I don't have any panties. Can you go find mine from last night for me? Please?..."

You heard a soft chuckle come from Joe, “Yeah, sure. Just give me sec!"

You smiled as you called out, “Thanks!"

There was a moment of silence before you heard a knock on the door. You opened it slightly, only peeking through to grab your panties. However, Joe had moved his arm inside the door first, holding out a pair of...boxers?

"I couldn't find your panties..." he trailed off. "and I assumed you'd want something clean anyways,” his eyes widened as he realized what he just said, “not saying you aren't clean! It’s just, I personally would want something clean after creaming my- never mind. Anyways,” he breathed out, “I just brought you a pair of mine instead."

You smiled behind the door, knowing Joe was probably smiling sheepishly on the other side. Youbgrabbed the boxers from him.

“Thank you Joe,” you said, appreciating his act.

"You’re welcome. Now, enjoy your shower. I’ll be waiting downstairs with breakfast, and tylenol." He carefully closed the door behind him. You dropped the comforter off from your body and turned the shower on. Joe’s bathroom was huge—much bigger and nicer than yours. It had marble counter tops, a double vanity, and the shower was a walk in instead of a tub like yours. You grabbed a towel, placing it on the floor by the shower door. You were about to step in when you remembered Joe saying something about how he had women's soap in the cabinet under the sink. You decided to grab that, not wanting to smell like head and shoulders for days. You opened the cupboard and found whole blends coconut shampoo and conditioner, along with lavender body wash, and a box of tampons.

“Awe, what a sweetheart." You gushed to yourself. You grabbed the soaps and got in the shower. You began to rinse yourself off in the steaming hot shower, already feeling your hangover start to disappear.

~time skip~

You winced as you stepped out of the shower, the dull ache still lingering in your thighs. You pushed through the pain and got dressed. You pulled the shirt over your head and flattening it out over your body. It came down to just above below your mid thigh. Short enough where it didn’t look like it swallowed you up, but long enough where you didn’t need pants. Once satisfied with your outfit, which you found super comfortable, you decided to do your hair, throwing it up into a messy bun while it was still damp. You grabbed the comforter and towel from the floor, walking out of Joe’s bathroom and throwing the comforter on the bed while keeping the towel in your hand. You walked out of his room and made my way downstairs. Surprisingly, you were able to make your way down the steps without your legs giving out on you. As you walked down the hall to where you assumed the kitchen was, your nostrils were hit with the wonderful smell of bacon. You followed the delightful smell all the way into the kitchen. When you walked in, legs slightly wobbly, you were greeted by a shirtless Joe standing next to a skillet, frying up some scrambled eggs.

"It smells delicious in here!" you exclaimed.

Joe turned around smiling at you, "Thanks. How was your shower?"

You hummed, “Good. It really helped with my headache.”

Joe took a sip of his orange juice, "That’s good,” he pointed to a barstool, “here, sit down, i'll get you some breakfast. Coffee or OJ?" he asked, reaching for glass.

As much as you love coffee, you could use a good cup of orange juice. "I’ll take a cup of orange juice, please."

"Yes ma'am." he said, grabbing the carton of orange juice and filling a glass up. Joe handed you the glass, "Thanks." you smiled, sitting down down on the barstool. Joe turned back to the skillet, turning off the burner. He filled two plates up with eggs, bacon, mixed fruit, finishing them off with two tylenol pills for each plate. He grabbed both of the plates, and sat them down on the island.

"There you go, Y/n." he said, sitting down next to you.

"Thank you,” you smiled, “do you always cook breakfast for your hookups?" you jokingly inquired, although you were a little curious.

Joe smirked, "Only for the special ones, or the ones whose last name is 'Hubbard'."

Your cheeks flushed. You still can’t believe you hooked up with, slept in the same bed, showered in the same shower, and ate breakfast with your brothers best friend. Your eyes widened at what he said, “Wait...what!?"

"What?"

You shook your head, "No-nothing. Nevermind" you giggled to yourself, leaving Joe confused. You smiled at him, taking a bite of the eggs. "Ugh, these are delicious.”

"Thank you, they're made with eggs, cheese, and a whole lotta love." He winked.

You rolled your eyes, "Love huh?"

Joe bit down on a piece of bacon, "Yup. But not as much love as I put into my grilled chicken. If you think these eggs are good, you need to try my chicken. It’s delicious."

You both chuckled and went back to enjoying your breakfast.

"Sooo..." Joe trailed off, clearing his throat. "where do we go from here?"

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unsure of what to say. You weren’t totally sure how you felt about Joe, or if he even had feelings for you. Last night was just a drunken hookup. A no strings attached thing for both you and him. But there was something about Joe that you were naturally drawn to. As much as it would be wonderful if you could work something out, you just can't. You have to keep things professional. Plus, Sam would kill you if you ever dated Joe.

"Well, I guess we just go back to what we were before? Friends... who may or may not have hooked up." you said, letting out a little laugh at the end of your sentence

Joe chuckled. You swore you saw a hint of disappointment flash in his baby blue eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right. after all, we were drunk as fuck. Had we been sober, we wouldn't even have to have this conversation, huh?"

You took that statement as clarification for his feelings towards you. It was good to know how Joe felt, even if he didn't flat out say it. Deep down you knew what he meant by those words, but oddly enough a part of you wanted to believe he felt differently after seeing the slight disappointment in his eyes.

"That’s true, very true,” you nodded. You looked over at Joe with a soft smile, “but hey, I had a lot of fun last night Joe, so thank you."

Joe turned to you, smiling slightly. "Of course. I had a lot fun last night too, but I had even more fun during the after party if you know what I mean."

You shook your head, chuckling, “Oh god, you're such a dork," you paused, a smirk pulling at your lips as you said, “I had a lot of fun at the after party too."

Joe smiled tightly and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You felt comforted by the touch of his hand on your shoulder. He squeezed you gently before getting up from the barstool and grabbing your empty plates. You looked at your phone and saw that you had a text from Sam that was sent five minutes ago.

Sam- Hey. I’m stopping by in a few to drop some stuff off from Zac. He gave them to me last night and said he needed it done from you by the monday you come back to work. See you in a bit!

Your eyes widen as you glanced through the message, only picking up the part that said Sam would be over to your place soon.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, making Joe turn his attention to you.

“What’s wrong?"

You sighed, jumping up from the barstool, "Sam said he'll be at my apartment soon, like really soon, and I’m not there. I’m here,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, “so if it's not too much to ask, could you take me home, please?"

Joe nodded, "Yeah, of course I can. Let me grab my keys real quick."

You smiled, “Thank you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer, I just don't want Sam to be suspicious of anything."

"It’s no problem,” Joe said as he shrugged his shoulders, “besides, there's always next time." he winked. You wish you could say you knew he was joking, but in that moment, you truly couldn't tell if he was or not.

"C’mon, let's go. You don't want to be late meeting someone at your own apartment do you? Joe teased.

"Haha,” you said dryly, following Joe out of his house. He locked the door and jogged over to the drivers side of the car, as you hustled over to the passenger side, careful not to slip on any ice. The two of you put your seatbelts on, making sure you heard the click before taking off to your apartment and hopefully beating Sam there.

~time skip~

About 15 minutes later, you and Joe pulled into your apartment complex. He parked along the side of the street and stopped the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition to turn the car off.

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" You asked him, unsure why he was turning the car off if he was just dropping you off.

"Going in with you?..." He asked, eyebrows raised as if it were obvious.

"Why?!" you asked beginning to panic. Sam cant see you with Joe.

Joe laughed incredulously, "Uh, because I want to say hi to Sam? I mean, he is my best friend, so-."

"No!” you cut him off, holding out a hand in front of you, “you can't."

Joe crossed his arms over his chest. "Why? Give me one good reason, Y/n."

You scoffed, “Oh cmon, don't give me that bullshit. You know why!"

"No, I don't! Enlighten me, please."

You sighed, lightly smacking your forehead at his stupidity. "Because Joe, Sam is my brother. You are his best friend, and if Sam sees that you're over at my apartment, and that you brought me home, he's going to think that's a little suspicious don't you think? Because you and I never hangout with eachother alone."

Joe raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "I guess you do have a point."

You smiled, "See? Thank you."

"So don't tell Sam?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes,” you nod, “don't tell Sam.”

"Gotcha. My lips are zipped. but i'm still coming up with you." he said as he got out of his Benz.

"Okay, fine,” you sighed in defeat, “but Sam can't know you're there."

There was no way you would win that argument with Joe. You give in way too easily, so you decided to let him come up to my home. The two of you made your way into the elevator, you pressed the 2 button after stepping in.

"Plus," Joe began, "It’s only fair that I get to see your apartment after you saw my house."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "How is that fair, Joe? Me seeing your house last night...doesn't count."

Joe chuckled, "Mhm, sure. Whatever you say, Hubbard."

The elevator came to a stop and you were now on level 2 of the apartment complex. You stepped out first to lead the way to your apartment since Joe didn't know which one it was. You walked about halfway down the long hallway before you came to a halt down at door 216.

"Here we are,” you smiled, holding your arms out showcasing the door. You heard Joe chuckle as you unlocked the door. The two of you stepped into your apartment—which you thought was a complete downgrade from Joe’s million dollar home, but hey, this is your home and you love it.

"I know it's not super nice, it's also pretty messy...but this is my apartment."

Joe smiled, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked around the apartment.

"it's nice Y/n, I love what you've done with the place, really."

You blushed, "Thanks." you looked down at your feet and realized you were still in Joe’s clothes.

"AH! I need to change,” you yelped. running for your bedroom.

Joe walked with you, "Why?"

You turned to look at him. "Because I’m wearing your shirt?! And if Sam sees that I’m in-.”

A knock at your front door interrupted your current conversation with Joe.

Your hands flew up in the air. "Shit, coming!" you yelled. You walked over to the door, and saw that you had a sweatshirt laying on the counter. You threw it on over your body, trying to hide the fact that you had one of Joe’s shirts on. There was another knock before Sam said, "Y/n?"

You hastily looked around the room, "Uhh, one sec!" You found a pair of shorts laying in the unfolded pile of laundry on your couch. You quickly pulled them on, turning to Joe, "Go hide in my room!" you whisper yelled.

"Wha- your room? As long as you promise you'll be in there with me soon. Maybe bring some whipped cream and blind fold while you’re at it.”

You rolled your eyes, "Shut it, now is not the time to be kinky." you gently pushed him into your bedroom, shutting the door quickly once he was in the room. You ran over to the front door, opening it and forcing a smile, “Hey, Sam!"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Hey, Y/n? Something wrong?"

"What? No, why would you ask that?" Your voice was slightly raised an octave higher than usual. Hopefully Sam doesn’t notice…Oh cut the shit, Y/n. You are being SO obvious right now, just play it cool. You thought to yourself.

Sam chuckled, "Because you have the same tone you did when you denied hooking up with Coach Tay-nevermind." he shook the thought off.

You pointed your finger at him, "Hey! You said you would never speak about that again. Plus, we didn't even hook up. It was just a uh, a…passionate kiss. But that's not even relevant, we're not going to ever bring that up again."

Sam burst out in laughter, "Ha! Okay, whatever you say. Because according to Zac it was more than that."

You gasped, "He told you about that?!"

"Yeah? He told a few of us last night."

"Oh god..." you trailed off, "he was drunk. It was just a kiss. I’m sure he really sugar coated it though."

Sam shrugged, "True, some of it did seem very, how do i put it, off..."

You sighed. Great. Just what you needed to hear. About the Zac Taylor issue...which you will never speak of again. It happened on your first day of work a couple years ago, but he’s happily married now, and blah, blah, blah, now, moving on. You sat down on your couch, "So, what did you need to bring over?"

Sam handed you a couple files, "Zac needs these by Monday after the holidays. He said It’s just some information he needs added to all our team social media pages, shouldnt take too long."

You nodded, "Oh okay,” you glanced through the pieces of paper, “yeah this won't take me long at all."

Suddenly you heard something fall. Your face went pale as you realized the sound came from your room. Joe. You thought. Sam whipped his head around and looked towards the direction of your room. "What the hell?"

"Uh, I left my window open, maybe the breeze picked up and made something fall?”

“You have your window open, in the middle of December, in Cincinnati?”

You shrugged, “I was hot.”

Sam just nodded, "Uh huh,” he decided to change the subject, “so, was the hangover as bad as i said it was going to be?"

You groaned, "Oh, you don't even know. It was absolutely horrible this morning. My head was throbbing, my legs-, I mean, it was just bad."

"I told you it was going to be bad. They’re always bad after a party at Taylor’s. I swear he puts something in those drinks." Sam laughed.

You giggled, "I think he does too, did you see the way he was shaking his ass last night?"

Sam threw his head back, laughing. "No, no I didn't. Was it bad?"

"Oh it was horrible, but yet it was so funny."

Sam snapped his fingers, "Damn it, I’m kinda mad I missed that. Hey, that would've been great to post on the teams instagram page though."

You snorted out a laugh, “Oh god no, children follow that account, they would be scarred for life! Hell, I’m scarred for life after seeing that.”

Sam laughed along as you spoke. His laughter died down and he cleared his throat, “I’m assuming you made it home alright then?"

I didn’t even make it home last night, I was too busy screwing your best friend. You thought to yourself.

"Yep,” you smiled, “Tee brought me home."

Sam nodded, "Good. Well, I hope you had fun last night, those parties do tend get pretty insane."

“That they do. but i had a blast. It definitely won't be the last team get together I attended."

Sam smiled, he was about to say something when his phone dinged. You saw him smile to himself, before texting back to whoever messaged him. You assumed it was Emma based on the way a smile tugged at his lips, and a rose tint had appeared on his cheeks.

After sending the text, he looked up at me, standing up. "I gotta go, Emma just texted me and asked if I wanted to get lunch with her before her appointment.”

"Awe, how sweet. Have fun!" you gushed.

Sam smirked, "Oh I will, don't worry."

He stood up, and walked over to the door. Stopping in his tracks he turned to you, "You haven't happened to see Joe around here have you? His cars parked out on the side of the road."

You shook your head, "Burrow? I haven’t seen him. Maybe he's at Ja’Marrs?”

"Oh, yeah, probably. Ja’Marr did say something about him coming over today,” he continued, "I was just wondering if you'd seen him because I wanted to say hi since I didn't really have time to talk to him last night."

"Why didn't you talk to him much last night?" you asked, trying to hide the worry that was evident in your voice. You prayed that’s Sam didn’t know about you and Joe hooking up.

"Because I left early,” he shrugged, “usually Joe and I hang out at Zac’s parties, but I didn't stay as long as I usually do." he explained.

You mentally let out a sigh of relief. You were starting to get worried he somehow found out about you and Joe at the party last night. If Joe heard about, or god forbid he saw you grinding on Joe, it would not be pretty…

"Ahh,” you mused, “makes sense."

"Well, I’m gonna head out. I’ve got a beautiful lady waiting for me." Sam winked.

You smiled and followed him out the door, leaning against the doorway, “Bye Sammy. Have fun. Oh, and tell Emma I said hi.”

He waved goodbye, "Thanks, I will! Hey, we’ll see you on Christmas."

You smiled, "See you on Christmas!" As Sam disappeared down the hall, you shut the door. You walked back into the living room.

"Hey Joe, you can come out now.”

You heard your bedroom door creak open. Joe walked out, shutting the door behind him.

"I’m so sorry about that noise. I accidentally dropped your candle."

"The almond one?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips.

"Yeah. It looked like it smelled really good, so I just picked it up to smell it, and I dropped it."

"I thought you were supposed to have a good grip? You know, being a quarterback and all." You joked.

"Hey! I have excellent grip, thank you very much."

"Mhm, sure." you chuckled, as Joe rolled his eyes at you. It was true though, Joe does have excellent grip.

Joe scoffed, "Whatever. Was Sam suspicious about anything?"

You shook your head as you crossed your arms, “Thankfully, no."

Joe sighed, "Whew, good. I was a little worried when he brought my name up."

"Me too,” you admitted, “I was just waiting for him to say he found out."

"Oh also, Y/n..."

You perked your head up, "Yeah?"

"What’s this about you and Coach Taylor?"

"Nothing. It was nothing." You said quickly, not wanting to discuss it. Joe chuckled, "Yeah, sounds like it was nothing."

You sighed and shook your head, “Look, it was my first day, I was nervous. I thought he looked, I don’t know, good, it was just a kiss!"

"You thought he looked hot?! Oh I’m totally telling him."

Your eyes widened. You never said that! “No! Please don't, Oh god, I’ll lose my job,please-."

"Y/n, I was just joking. Inwon't tell him." Joe chuckled.

You blushed, "Good.“

Joe’s phone went off, his shoulders fell after he read the message.

"What’s wrong?" You asked, concerned about his sudden change in demeanor.

"Coach just made a last minute practice.”

You frowned, “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” he said, walking over to the front door, “it does, but it’s the only way we’ll get better.”

You smiled softly. He did have a point. “That’s true

Joe made his way out of your apartment. you stood in the doorway, just like you did when you were saying goodbye to Sam.

"Have fun at practice, and good luck at your game later this week. You’re going to do great, I know it. You always do,” you finished with a sweet smile.

"I will, don't you worry." he paused, "But hey, thanks Y/n. Thank you for your encouragement and for last night too." he smirked.

"No problem,” you smiled, “thank you for last night. But seriously, please. Don’t let anything slip. Nobody can know we slept together."

"Trust me, I know. Let’s just put it behind us. deal?" He asked, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You looked at Joe’s hand, noticing the bulging vein that ran from his hand and up his arm as you shook it. "Deal."

Your heart slightly dropped as youbsaid the word 'deal'.

"Bye Y/n, if I don't see you before, I’ll see you at Paycor after the holidays. I hope you have a Merry Christmas." Joe said, smiling softly.

"Thank you, you too,” you said softly, “I’ll see you that Monday.

Joe nodded. He walked out of your apartment, turning around to wave as he walked down the hall. You walked back into your apartment and shut the door. You were so ready for the holidays.

But little did you know once the holidays were over, your life will be turned completely upside down…

hey loves!

i am loving re-writing this story. it's so much fun to write and i can’t wait for you all to read more chapters !

this next chapter will have a bit of a time jump as we start to get into the plot of this story. like i’ve mentioned, it’s almost exact to the version on wattpad, but i will be changing up a few things on here to make them different ;)

also, just a heads up, the pregnancy stuff may not be totally accurate. i’ve never been pregnant before, so this is all stuff i’ve heard from others or what i found on the internet lol

i won’t be updating this again UNTIL i finish a chapter of welcome to the jungle. that series is my main priority right now because i’m so close to being finished with it! so if you read welcome to the jungle too, i promise an update is coming soon!😚

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rerefundslocals · 2 years ago

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drunk on lust j.jk [part 2]

Summary : drinking night with your best friend spills the truth upon secrets within you both.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope : best friends to lovers

>>genre : smut, fluff(angst in part 1 )

>>word count : 2.2k

>>warnings/tags : Dom!jungkook, sub!reader, daddy kink, oral(m recieves), unprotected sex, backshots, choking, hair pulling,spanking(jungkook lobes ass), fingering,dirty talk, petnames, overstimulation, squirting(Dat million dollar pu$$y), aftercare

a/n : so uhm here's part two to drunkonlust , have fun reading and lmk what ya thinking! Mwah :)

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"I do."

His lips take yours and the kiss is rather soft and intimate at first, as Jungkooks arms wrap around your waist, his tattooed arm caressing your ass through your leggings.

The kiss is now rushed and sloppy, both your tongues encasing one another in a spitting clash and moans being let off into each other's mouths.

Jungkook kisses you harder and harder making it hard for you to breathe and you tug at his hair with your hand that's encased around his neck to signal him to break the kiss.

And he does. You both lovingly stare into each other's eyes when he pulls away, breathing on your mouths, lips pulled into a shy smile on yours and a threatening smirk on his.

"Tell me what you want." He whispers.

That alone brings you to your knees. You slide your hands down his chest seductively, your hands making a trail down to his tech pants and when you reach his waist line, you're fully on your knees. Doe eyes staring into his very own siren and horny eyes.

"I want this." You murmur, slowly rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

He chuckles, "did you ask for it?" You shake your head.

"Be a good girl and ask for it."

His words make you weak literally as you swallow the lump in your throat, his dominant demeanor making your legs ache.

"May I please have it? May I please suck your cock, daddy?" You ask coyly. Making sure to have a shy smile.

Jungkook visibly shivers at the petname. He didn't even know he had a daddy kink, but he guesses there's a lot he'll learn about himself with you.

"Go on, baby. Suck me dry." Given the go, your mouth moves closer as you give him kissed through his pants, rubbing his bulge to get him worked up.

Your fingers pull down his pants at a very slow pace, while your eyes stare up at him, a submissive look talking over your features.

Jungkook himself looks very uptight and frustrated and your mouth on his dick is what might just make him blow his load down your throat.

You finally put all your teasing at bay, removing his pants completely. Calvin Klein briefs along.

His dick long and thick, with precum at the tip slaps you in the mouth, as if it knows exactly where it's to go.

You stiffen at the sight and slowly bring your tongue up to swipe his sensitive tip, making him react, "Fuck!" He mewls.

You continously make teasing licks, licking around his cock, rubbing the base in your hand.

After a series of teasing, you finally take him whole into your mouth, never wasting time with the sucking. Your pace is fast and the gagging sounds make Jungkook moan and groan into the room along with dirty words.

"You like this shit? Like sucking cock, huh, Angel?" The petname is nothing compared to the position you're in right now, but Jungkook loves it too much to call you anything else.

You moan around his dick as a way to answer his question, the stickiness in your leggings getting worse.

Jungkook brings his tattooed hand to grab your hair and push you further onto his cock, your hand that was rubbing his base, limply falling to your thighs as Jungkook gets rougher, thrusting upward into your throat.

"Take this shit, baby. You like when I fuck your mouth? Like it when daddy uses your mouth?" He breathes out.

You hum at his question, hoping he would let off but his thrusts are only sharper and quicker. Oh how you wonder how that would feel inside of you.

His breath is ragged and fast, his cock simultaneously twitching in your mouth, as your tongue rubs him up and down. The feeling earning a tighter grip on your hair from Jungkook and he's cumming down your throat.

"H-holy fucking shit!" He let's out. A that frustration finally let down.

He looks down at you when you're licking off his cum.

It's tasty you think. Might wanna have it everyday.

"Such a pretty slut aren't you?" He pets your head, like a puppy and you nod at him, licking off his cum. "Yes, daddy."

He shivers at that. Leabjng down to grab you from the floor and lips meeting yours for a sloppy kiss, his hands on your ass, kneading your flesh.

"Mmhm, baby deserves a treat, doesn't she?" He asks, mouth nibbling at your neck.

"Yes please, daddy." You whine.

"That's a good girl."

He pushes you on the bed, hands coming up to remove your leggings swiftly and going up to remove your shirt.

You're braless as expected and Jungkook is enhanced by your pretty tits laying all spread for him, and he leans forward taking the erect bud into his mouth, moaning around it.

"O-oh Jungkook.. so good." Your back instinctively arches so you can get Jungkook to suck you even more. The feeling undescribable.

Jungkook moves to the other tit, sucking and licking at it while his other hand fondled with the other so they both receive attention.

The feeling makes your legs spread at their own accord, your thong no longer helping to keep your wetness all in as a trail makes its way down your thighs.

"Jungkook..p-please..." You whine, feeling very needy, finding his tit show uninteresting while your thongs soak up.

Jungkook finally leans up, and takes off his track jacket. Shirtless, his abs poke at you as you stare at the toned sight, feeling eager to lick them up.

"Is that how you ask, baby?' He says, face incredible closely to yours as he teasingly licks over his lips, tongue piercing taunting you.

Leading his hand to your clothed pussy, he instinctively rubs over you, making your back arch further into his hand. "Just like that, daddy." You moan, the name throwing Jungkook off once again as he rubs you faster to allow your moans to fall into the room.

The feeling in your stomach is unbearable. A sign that you'd be cumming very soon as the knot in your tummy coils tighter and tighter. Jungkook doing nothing but adding to that pressure as he riles you up by kissing hickeys on your neck, fingers fucking into your tight pussy, two of his tattooed fingers coaxing your release as his hand is inside your thong.

"I-im gonna cum, daddy!" You scream out, the intense feeling taking over you as you cum all over his fingers.

Your body feels numb at the feeling, almost the best orgasm in your life. The bestest would be around his cock.

"Mm, look so pretty when you cum."The compliment makes you feel all fuzzy inside,especially coming from Jungkook.

When you lean down to take off your thing completely, a hand encases your wrist.

"Did you ask me to do that? Why are being such a devil?" He hums against your neck, sucking hard at your spot and you moan at the feeling, your voice getting lost to even talk.

Jungkook never let's up and allows you to take off your thong, he wants to hear you say and the feeling in your pussy is desperately coaxing you to ask like a good girl. "Please, daddy- can you take it off and fuck me?" You pout. "Pretty please..." followed with a whine.

Jungkook let's out the most devilish chuckle ever, as he gets off the bed, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. Fully naked for you to take in.

You're then being roughly turned onto your front, your back facing Jungkook.

He lifts your waist up higher with one hand and you do the rest, arching your back for him.

His finger curls around the material of the thong and he pulls it off of you with your help.

Your lips meet for a brief kiss, when Jungkook leans forward. His hard cock proding at your creamy hole.

"Since you asked so nicely, angel. Daddy's gonna give you what you want, okay?" You nod at him, ass swaying side to side as a sign for him to put it in and Jungkook licks his lips at the sight, the meat of your ass enhancing him in a daze.

Letting his intrusive thoughts win, a slap is laid on your ass and two more followed after that, making you moan at the sting.

His dick is now lined up at your dripping hole and precum leaks at his tip as he slowly enters the warmth of your pussy and you suck him in, moaning at the new stretch.

"O-oh fuck!" You moan out.

Jungkook starts thrusting and they are slow and teasing. Though as slow as they are, they are hard and the impact is the sound of his lower abdomen meeting your ass and his balls smacking against your swollen clit.

"Fuck, you're so tight! Is it for me, Angel?" He hums, his head thrown back as he loses himself in the pleasure and you respond with broken whines. "Y-yes, d-daddy. All for yo-!" His hips snap against yours as he now picks up his pace making you lose your words as you loudly moan his name into the room.

"Argh- shit. Pussy so good. Made for me, isn't it?" Unable to respond to him verbally, you only moan in response, pushing your ass further, so his cock goes even deeper.

You're being spanked once again as his thrusts never die down and you're starved for that orgasm so your fingers quickly reach your clit for that release.

"Deeper, p-please." Tears are now at your lash line, threatening to fall.

Dick is just that good.

Jungkook mumbles something about your 'bad behavior', but really you're too busy chasing your orgasm to worry about his words.

He slows down now, purposely thrusting at his initial slow pace, hips roughly colliding with yours. "Be a good girl, Baby. And I'm gonna give you the world, okay?"

"Yes, daddy." Anything to cum on his cock at this point.

His tattooed hand comes up to the back of your neck and Jungkook squeezes hardly at the same time his thrusts pick up. Hard. Fast. Deep. And mind-blowing.

Your ass jiggles at the impact and being enhanced once again, jungkook uses his free hand to smack you once again, never letting up his tattooed hand on your neck but only squeezing harder.

"Oh- shit! M' cumming, daddy!" The knot in your stomach only coils tighter and that's your cue to let him know.

The breathing the room is picked up as Jungkook looks down between your bodies, the white ring of cream at the base of his cock making him roll his eyes at the back of his head, moaning like a mad man at the sinful sight.

"Such a creamy pussy, isn't it? Fuck! You're a fucking Gem." He moans. "And ask me to fucking cum." He demands.

You feel it in your toes as you scream into the room, a mantra of begging. "Please, please, please, Daddy! C-can I please cum all over your cock?" You look back at him with pleading eyes. Your makeup and hair sticking to your face, a wonderful and submissive sight to Jungkook.

"Cum, angel. Make a mess on daddy's cock." He never let's down now, and by the time he gives you permission, you're cumming all over his cock."fu-ck Jungkook!" Your thighs are now shaking as he chases his own high.

"Mmh fuck! I'm gonna cum." His hand tighter around your neck as he yanks you upward so your back meets his chest and he leans down for a messy kiss of tongue and teeth clashing, never once stopping to thrust into your hole.

"Cum inside me." You want it all. You wanna milk him dry as you look up at him, both your mouths open as you moan. Almost a song playing in the room as jungkook let's out groans and you high pitched whines, your hand coming up to remove his hair from his forehead.

"O-oh, Kook-!" Next thing you know, you're squirting all over the sheets,at the same time Jungkook releases the white sticky substance into the depths of your pussy, his tattooed hand squeezing at your jaw while he looks into your eyes, moaning at the release."Holy fuck."

Slumped you falk onto the bed when Jungkook let's go of your Jaw.

"Creamer and a squirter. Damn." Jungkook chuckles.

"And you with the daddy kink." You tease.

A slap is laid upon your ass, a playful one at that. "Hey, I didn't know I had that."

You both laugh at that, jungkook laid besides you, arms lovingly wrapped around your shoulder. Your head on his heaving chest.

"I love you, beautiful." He murmurs, sweet eyes staring into your tired ones.

Snuggling closer into him, you lay a kiss on his chest and look up into his eyes. "I love you, too."

The night would end that way if jungkook allowed yoy to sleep on the soaking bed.

"C'mon, baby. Get up and get some panties on, we can't sleep here."

You pitifully whine as you slump tiredly, "but m' tired. Don't wanna walk!"

"I'll do everything for you, just lift your legs, baby." Panties in his hand, now dressed in some sweats, Jungkook slides the thong on you, and drapes his t-shirt over your body.

"Good girl." He picks you up, and you snuggle into his neck, legs wrapped around his waist. He has the blanket jn his hand and lays your bodies on the couch, wrapping you both in a warm ball after your tired night.

"I want pancakes tomorrow." You mumble against his chest.

"Anything for you." As promised, you both had stacks of pancakes the next morning.

~★~

Don't copy my work. I'll find you.

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