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56 DAYS (sjy) | PART TWO (FINAL)
pairing: enemie!jake x fem!reader | read the prequel and part one
summary: after your best friend jay made you share an apartment with jake â âthe guy you donât likeâ â, you have to decide whether you should or not give into the feelings he makes you experience, something possibly pleasant and definitely memorable.
genres: "enemies" (reader is in denial) to lovers, accidental roommates, summer love, also has a bit of angst, smut
warnings: read the first parts otherwise the story won't make much sense, swearing, clichĂ© guys iâm sorry, this is very domestic, they act like an old married couple, jake is in love yâall, lots of tension, some crying, reader likes to be alone, they tease the fuck out of each other (not sexually), they thirst over each other a lot (very, very sexually), they bond over music and food, mentions of two piece bikini, its implied that jake is taller than reader, they overthink a bit, but mostly just lots of fluff, and smut (so MDNI) that includes: sex dream mentions, dirty talk, sub!reader, dom!jake, unprotected sex (yâall know better, this is fiction), praising, biting, slapping, pain kink?, slight degradation, begging, marking, spitting, brief fingering, hair pulling and choking
wc: 15.273 | playlist: 56 days.
a/n: can't believe this is finally out, it took me so long omfg. each part is named after a song in the playlist. anyways, hope you guys like it<3 | taglist: @manuosorioh @tunafishyfishylike
DAY 1 - Do You Like Me?
56 days. it was too much. that was no way you could both get out of this whole thing alive, everyone knew that. you will end up killing jake and then yourself. jay always said that it was going to be fine, because he knew you enough to be aware that the strongest thing between you just wasnât mutual dislike. when he bid you two goodbye earlier this morning he just asked â really affectionately â for you to be nice to each other, with a knowing look and a teasing smile. you reminisced the moment already missing him and jake, as he drove you two back to your apartment, thought the same.
the ride back home was very quiet, jake didnât say a word about how you both were going to be very alone together for the next few weeks and you didnât either. you thought it was best to keep at least some of the good mood of jayâs constant yapper as much as you could, since soon enough all you two would have is each other's company â and thatâs a big no-no for you. jake thought â in all his honesty â that no time alone with you was enough. he just couldnât wait to have you all to himself and, as soon as you step inside the comforting surroundings of your home, jake doesnât shut up. he spends all day talking your ear off about every single thing there is to talk about, anything he could use as an excuse to chat with you â he even went so far as to chase you around the house so youâd keep listening to his yapping.
itâs day one without jay and youâre already arguing. over what? you didnât even know anymore. it kind of started because he didn't leave you alone since eight in the morning when you two got home, then he didnât clean the mess he made in the kitchen while cooking and then he accused you of taking forever to shower â which shouldnât really matter because he has his own fucking bathroom â, and now youâre just competing over whoâs choosing the movie you're gonna watch.
âi got here first, iâll choose it.â he says, shoving you on the other end of the couch, his big hand locking you in place by your shoulder. heâs trying really hard not to laugh to keep a serious facade, but itâs almost impossible with the way you're so shamelessly throwing a tantrum right now â he wouldnât imagine youâd actually want to watch a movie with him.
âbut youâll choose something i won't like, on purpose,â you reply, pouting. giving up on trying to sit up and just comically laying there, your arms falling from the cushion â and jake thought you never looked cuter. you didnât even want to fight, but it seemed like getting on your nerves was his goal for the evening.
ânow, thatâs simply not true. donât you like horror movies?â he asks as he skips all netflix suggestions to search for a specific movie he heard you talk one too many times with jay, finally letting go of your arm, alternating his glance between you and the tv as he watched you switch positions and rest your back on the couchâs backrest.
âi do, butââ you pause, there was no way he knew that from you, so how did he know you're fond of horror movies anyways? you ignored your traitor thoughts â the ones that told you he paid true attention to you â, choosing to keep talking, âyes, but i still feel kinda scared sometimes.â
he cooed, like you were a cute child. âwell, nothing to worry about then,â he says, and leans a bit closer, arm resting on the couch's backrest right behind you. as he winks at you, flirty ways never quite leaving him, he completes âiâm right by your side.â
you huff, sinking further into the couch, knowing him, there's no way youâd win this fight anyway. but your attitude did nothing to distract him from your flustered face and shy demeanor. âwhatever, jake. just choose it already,â you mutter, arms crossed and knees to your chest making it all very entertaining for jake to watch.
the movie he chose was coincidentally your favorite horror movie. you loved it because, even though you knew it all by heart, you couldnât help but flinch at most jumpscares. it was just so good you always got in a trance while watching it. still, it seemed like it wasn't going to happen tonight. youâd catch jake looking at you side eyed and it both intrigued and angered you. you always asked âwhat?â genuinely curious to know why he couldnât just focus on the damn movie, but he brushed you off everytime, making it seem like you were just overthinking.
being completely unaware that jake have paid the movie little to no attention, you keep your eyes on the screen. jake uses this moment to appreciate your presence a little. making an effort to not look at you and distract you from your favorite horror show yet again, he becomes more aware of your presence. he then realizes you didnât move away from him when he put his arm to rest behind you. you were just sitting there, so naturally â like it happens all the time. does this mean youâre comfortable? it has to be it, right? the thought itself catches him off guard, and he doesnât want to move even for an inch, if that means you wonât move either. by the time the movie ends his body is a bit sore from trying so hard to stay in the same position â he thought it was kind of ridiculous, but thatâs just how love is.Â
not wanting it all to end just yet he asks you, âdo you want to watch another one? we can make popcorn this timeâŠâ his eyes pleading, almost like it would physically sting him if you said no.
you look at him with a puzzled look, but nod in agreement regardless. itâs summer break, you donât have class tomorrow and nothing else to worry about â also, the night sky outside is just begging for another round of spine-chilling story. making your way to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you two, you say âiâll make popcorn, do you want to choose the next movie too?â giving him the opportunity to do it felt slightly out of character for you, but you canât deny that his first one was a good choice â not that youâd let him know that, of course.
âno, you can choose now, pretty girl,â he winks at you as he answers, âbut thanks, thatâs sweet of you.âÂ
you roll your eyes, thinking you shouldnât have said anything. âshut up, jake,â is your reply and you feel a bit disappointed by the fact that you couldnât think of something else â mind unfocusing, wrapped around the way he had just called you a pretty girl. you try to shake it off and once the popcorn is ready you come back to the living room, settling down on the couchâs end by jakeâs left side and pressing play in a thriller youâve been dying to watch.Â
he silently hates that youâre not by his side anymore, but he focuses on the movie. mid-way through it jakeâs already on edge, his whole body tense as the movie goes on. he hates the suspense more, he thinks. nevertheless, as soon as he looks at you he almost completely forgets about it, mesmerized by how pretty you look right now â just like always. your hair is not covering your face, so he can see all of it â marvel at all of it. but what really catches his attention is the single piece of popcorn you are holding against your lips â that are slightly parted to accommodate it â, probably too lost in the movieâs story to notice youâre still holding it. your eyes are wide and almost puppy-like while looking at the screen and he wonders just how much inner strength heâs using right now to keep himself from kissing you. because, god, you look so kissable and youâre not even doing anything. itâs insufferable. he shakes his head and gets back to watching the movie, trying to get rid of the tension in his body â one that was not really from the thrillerâs suspense anymore.
you sense him shifting on the other end of the couch and decide to look over, only to be greeted by a frown and a clenched jaw. heâs not looking at you â must be entranced by the filmâs plot and is caught up in stress from wanting it to come to an end, you think â, but heâs looking way too good for your liking. the slight frown in his brows makes you want to soothe it somehow. maybe with a kiss, while you hold his clenched jaw until itâs not there anymore. your eyes snap back to the screen, what are you thinking?Â
the rest of the movie is pure torture, for both of you. the tension that fills both your bodies starts to overflow, spilling all over the living room. itâs nearly tangible, really. it forms a dense atmosphere between you, that has nothing to do with the movie and when it is finally over none of you make comments on it â since you both lost the most important parts while exchanging sneaky looks â just whispering goodnight to each other swiftly, before going to bed. once youâre both in your designated rooms, you take a deep breath â may this be the last time you feel so goddamn tempted by him.
DAY 5 - Rock Your Body
as much as you felt like it would never happen again, it did. itâs been 4 days since your movie night and today was supposed to be the day youâd peacefully deep clean your apartment, according to your schedule. but neither you nor jake wanted to face each other, opting to not live the awkward tension all over again. you did it because you didnât want to even entertain the idea of getting that close to jake ever, he did it because it was all too much for his poor in love heart to handle.
today was hot, to say the least. the blue sky had no clouds to shield you from the sunâs unforgivable brightness and even though you and jake are in the comfort of your home, the white walls of your apartment do nothing to suppress the impending heat that clings into your bodies. you thanked summer for its magical vibes, sure, but not really when youâre trapped at home doing house chores all morning. cleaning your apartment is usually fun since you used the time to just distract your mind from your current problems and just tidy everything up. but itâd be impossible to do it normally, since your major problem of the moment had a first name, last name and lived in the same place as you.
though it would be an annoying task, jake decided to use the day to try and bring his antics to a stop â just for one day â and, as a way to wave a white flag for you, he started by cleaning his own room, and you took the opportunity to clean yours. but as you finished and went for the next spot you both realized that youâd end up together at some point. ignoring that thought, you just kept doing your designated house chores and everything else you needed to, until you both found yourselves in the kitchen. you had already cleaned everything else, the only things missing were the dishes from breakfast and cleaning the counter â both which were completely simple. you took the dishes, while jake was supposed to clean the counter. but he couldnât concentrate if his life depended on it.
jake freaked out the minute he saw you walk in. why would you choose to wear such revealing clothes today, he couldnât take his eyes from you â which he tried, because he didnât want you to feel uncomfortable. the way your shorts hugged your thighs was a sin itself, but your basically see-through white shirt was what made him fold, the fact that even then his imagination couldnât possibly feel accurate in the slightest made him weak, he wanted more than just the hint of whatâs underneath the fabric. he felt like he needed to do something to leave the losing side â he was feeling like he was falling deeper in a world he wouldnât survive by himself. so he uses the roasting summer day as an excuse to take his shirt off, wondering why he didnât do it sooner. the relief was immediate, of course, the sweat that enveloped his skin didnât have nowhere to stick anymore, and it was a pleasant sensation. but he loved the moment especially because, as soon as he took off his shirt, he heard a cup slide from your hands and hit the sink, softly like you tried really hard to keep it from falling. the smile that adorned his lips was involuntary, but filled with a sense of confidence that extended itself to every other move he made.
you feel all the words that you could possibly say turn into mush at the sight. your mind would be completely empty, if it wasnât already filled to the brim with thoughts of jake â shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. he was always handsome, you knew that much, and with his constant work out routine you would imagine that his body was somewhat nicely built, but you fooled yourself into thinking that heâd be average looking. you couldnât help but stare, completely forgetting your task at hand. why did he take his shirt off?Â
you didnât want him to notice you ogling him so you decided to say something, anything. âew, jake. put your shirt back on,â was all you could think of, but you didnât really want him to. the urge to rub your thighs together was getting harder to ignore, so you decided to get back to doing the dishes. jake, on the other hand, was completely amused by your lack of effort in trying to be discreet with your staring, catching you side-eyeing him every five seconds â or maybe, he thought, maybe you just couldnât help it. the idea of having this kind of effect on you makes him feel like he was responsible for the summer day, the heat spreading on his body and gathering in his abdomen, the sensation just as if he had several butterflies moving in his stomach.
âoh yeah, âcause you really want me to cover up, right?â he laughs and turns on his back to resume his own task, but still talking, âpretend all you want, i know that youâd love me walking around shirtless all day.â
âoh my god, you just never know when to shut up, do you?â you say, annoyed that he was pointing it out so matter-of-factly. to remain at least a bit of your composure you decide to put your earphones on and ignore his existence. though, nothing could take you away from the fact that he was you getting all hot and bothered and he was only standing there and looking good â much more than he should, for his own fucking good.
but jakeâs unable to let you grasp the peace of mind you crave so much, and decides to throw through the window all thoughts he had earlier about âbringing his antics to a stopâ, âwhat are you listening to?â he asks, actually curious. to know whatâs your taste in music is to know you better, and he is all for it
âjustin timberlakeâŠâ you saying, trying to keep your distance. you were already half-way done with your task, doing it as quickly as you could to go to your room. youâre in much need of a shower to cool the fuck down.
âare you serious?â he chuckles, what kind of person listens to JT to clean the house? he doesnât ask that though, instead he asks, âwhich song?â pointing to your earphones. âtake them off, so i can judge you properly.â
âwhat makes you think iâm gonna let you talk shit about my music choices?â but you were already taking it off your ears and disconnecting it from your phone â nonchalantly like you werenât just contracting him â, replaying the song so he could listen to it from the start. your body moving automatically, the desire to please him taking over.
âreally? ârock your bodyâ?â he shakes his head, but even you could see that he was joking. he loved the song, he had danced to it many times with a drunk jay in their parties. but, instead of dropping the act, he uses it to tease you more, âi would understand if it were âmirrorsâ or something, but ârock your bodyâ is just a biased choice, really.â
you canât hold your laughter to save your life. âwhat the fuck? what does that even mean?â and when you turn to him, you lose it. he had a serious expression on his face and his lips were pressed in a thin line, like it was the most serious topic on the earth. you really donât know if it is the sum of everything or if heâs just really funny, but your laughter increases. you bend over the sink slightly, trying to find the balance you lost from your cackles. jake tries his best to keep a straight face but then he sees you and gives in, laughing too â it was impossible not to, you looked so chill at the moment he didnât want to miss it. and it stays like that for what feels like many minutes, you two laughing and trying your hardest to catch your breath â but failing miserably.
once you calm down, a small smile on both your faces and your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen, you resume your tasks. almost forgetting that you were thirsting over each other just moments ago, the silence that falls between you two is comfortable. but jake didnât want to keep it that way, so he sighs comically and says, âdidnât know it was that easy to have you laughing like that.â
âitâs not easy, youâre just a complete idiot and i canât help but find it amusing,â you say, chuckling softly.
as he finishes cleaning the counter, which really shouldn't have taken this long, he smirks at you sentence. âoh, so i amuse you, huh?â his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.Â
you had just finished the dishes as well and were drying your hands in the dishtowel, but the moment you heard his words you threw it at jakeâs direction with no second thought. he catches it effortlessly and starts to walk in your direction. âyou should really learn when to be quietâŠâ you say, and you meant it to be harsh, but your voice is wavering. his tall and broad frame was closer than you were used to and the fact that he was still shirtless wasnât helping your situation at all. suddenly, you were hyperconscious of the extremely hot day and how it made you body warm â and possibly his too, and you wanted very much to know just how much â, the way lips parted as he looked at you, the way he towered over you and the way his eyes seemed darker now, up close â the way his chest stuttered when he finally trapped you in your position, leaning in the sink counter.
âyou always say that, but i never see you make any effort to shut me up,â he says, but his voice is low, like heâs sharing a secret â a dark and seductive one. âisnât that what you want, princess? to shut me up?â
your heart is racing, but your mind is rather calm. even though you want to deny it, you know what he was hinting at, and you want it. you crave it. âyesâŠâ you say, voice just like a whisper, a plea.
âyeah?â he says, and closes the distance between you, clearly affected by your small, but important, confession. his warm body â warmer than yours, you notice â presses into yours ever so slightly, like he didnât want to startle you â like you were in a dream and neither of you wanted to wake up. his right hand moved to cup your cheek, holding your face with all the worship he has ever known in life, eyes filled â overflowing â with yearning. âyou can do it, baby. â
but he wasnât proposing, it wasnât a suggestion. he was encouraging you to do it â egging you to go ahead and fucking kiss him, challenging you to give in. your pout comes involuntarily, the movement small but attracting his eyes to your lips â your pretty and really fucking temptable lips. knowing you canât refuse it â knowing you donât want to â, you tilt your head up. his reply comes immediately, coming down to brush your lips together eagerly. your voice can barely be called a whisper when you speak, âshit, jake⊠you know i want to.â
the way his name leaves your lips so beautifully â so appealing â makes his knees buckle. he suppresses a moan, mind going overdrive at the fact you just so openly confessed your wish â because he knew what it meant, how much it meant. then his left hand pulls you closer by your waist, as he does it he swears you can listen to the way his heart beats desperately in his chest. and you are so engrossed in the moment, so wrapped up in the suffocating tension between you that when your phone buzzes and starts ringing on the counter next to you, you both jolt. the sound sharp, cutting through whatever you two were just sharing and it takes you a moment to come to your senses.
picking your phone up, you hardly have the strength to talk, but you voice it regardless, âitâs jayâŠâ and jake only nods, saving all words of disappointment for when he gets his turn to talk to jay, privately. you pick the video call up and wait for jay to greet you, not bothering to go to your room. jake barely moves an inch, he wants to know if youâll try to push him away once jay sees you two. oddly enough, you donât do it.
âhey! howâre you doing? is that jake next to you? great, i wanted to talk with you both! have you had lunch yet?â jayâs voice sounds like a rap song. he was so excited to talk to you after four whole days of not listening to your voice.
and as the conversation goes on and both you and jake catch up with a very observant jay, you come to terms that maybe â just maybe â you were eager for the next opportunity youâd get to have jake so close â maybe to finally kiss him, even if youâre interrupted.
DAY 11 - Baby Blue Movie
you didn't think this day would come, but you couldn't wait to get home. ever since the day you almost kissed jake, you decided to go out more â alone preferably. but not even then you could escape him completely. sometimes he was a better company than people you were related to. after spending an afternoon at your mother's house, your energy was completely drained. sure, you loved your family, but you can't ignore disrespect. your mother's childhood was completely different from yours and it's obvious that it would have repercussions in your adulthood, considering that she always voiced that she knew â within maternal standards â what was best for you. and it gets tiring, you lost count of how many times you tried to make her understand your point of view and now you just ignored her complaints â usually successfully, but today it unfortunately didnât happen.
as you unlock the door, you pray that jake isn't in his playful mode. it would be extremely hard to deal with it today, but when you enter the house and take off your shoes, you can't fool yourself. he was already leaning against the wall that separated the entrance of the house from the living room, a tiny smile on his face and a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue. you mentally prepare yourself not to explode at him. after all, he wasn't to blame for anything â he couldnât possibly be aware of the horrible day you just had. you donât even greet him as you try to make your way to your room. but he doesnât move an inch. with lack of something else in mind, you stop in front of him, waiting for him to say whatever lame joke he thought, already thinking of a possible retort. the whole time he watches you â your pretty face contorted in a serious expression he's not usually used to â he thinks that, maybe, youâre mad at him, but he canât think of something he could have done to make you angry like that. he doesnât want to overthink anything, so he decides to break the silence. "did⊠something happen?" voice silent, soothing, like you would bleed if he sounded hostile â or even indifferent, actually.Â
and, god, you wanted to yell at him. scream with all the pent up stress you endured all day, because how dare he speak to you like that? like you are fragile, like you need to be taken care of â like he needs to take care of you. the thought of being the object of his tenderness infuriates you. to be seem like you lack affection to the point youâd accept his nice words and gentle eyes. because you would never do that, no. you wouldnât just give in because he was being kind to you for the first time since you met. but, god, did you want to. with jayâs absence you had no one else â which was kind of depressing, but you didnât really mind â and with jakeâs constant attempts in making you open up to him, it got increasingly harder to not let your guard down. because god knows how hard youâve been trying to keep your distance, but after todayâs stressful events you just wanted some sort of display of affection â something to remind you that you matter and that you are deserving of love just like anyone else is â and the fact that you received it with no second thought apparent from jake made you weak. it made you want to fight him to remain some sort of composure but also apologize for ever misjudging him â apologize for thinking he wouldnât comfort you at all. but you didnât do either of those. instead, you look down at your feet taking a deep, shaky breath, murmuring an almost inaudible âyeah⊠it did, actually.â
nothing could have prepared him for that. he genuinely thought you would brush him off and go to your room. he could have even been fine if a mean, snarky remark came out of your mouth, like it usually happens. but, you didnât â why didnât you? why would you answer him honestly and looking so goddamn helpless, like you were in much need of a hug. and for a second, that was precisely what he went to do. however, giving in to those impulses felt like overstepping a boundary, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, especially now that you were letting him see you vulnerable â even if itâs barely. so he tried to not look so terrified of this new territory and went with what felt most secure, wanting to reassure you somehow. âdo you want to talk about it?â his voice is casual and steady, like it happens every week and he can perfectly deal with it â except it doesnât and he canât, the thought of you allowing him any close to you emotionally makes him dizzy, eager and feeling rather protective.
âshitâŠâ you chuckle inevitably. he was supposed to drop the subject and yet here he is, still trying to get to you. but you try to keep yourself grounded, all your anger and stress has dissipated into pure sadness so far, if he pushes any further youâll cry. and as you look for a way to put out what is going on in your mind, he wonders what had happened, considering he never saw you like that before. he was ready to hunt down to the gates of hell whoever dragged you to that state. âuh, no,â you sigh. âactually, it would beâ yeah. wellâ â you stumble over words, another frustrated sigh leaves your mouth and your hands come to face, hiding the obvious emotion written all over it. when you look back at him your eyes are already teary, your hands shake a little as you bring them down, your lips wobbly. you manage to let out a broken âi donât know, jakeâŠâ but by the time you sniffle, about to let your tears stream down your face, jake is right on you.Â
his left arm circling your middle pulling you towards him, his right hand on the back of your head tucking your face in his chest and, as he tightly hugs you for a few seconds, he keeps on saying âitâs fine, okay? it doesnât matter, princess.â so lovingly, it does the job of distracting you from your little meltdown. you notice the way the hug feels so intimate, like it was a forbidden thing to do and you two created a bubble to hide from the world and savour the moment. and it made sense you felt that way, because jake was actually hugging you right now. and you were crying. you were crying in front of jake sim â being comforted by him â and you didnât care at all. actually, now that you have done all the things you said you werenât going to, whatâs another one, right? thatâs whatâs in your mind as your arms come to his waist, not to push him away but to further drown yourself in his embrace, taking in his scent.Â
and as you two stand there, the dream-like golden beams of light due to the sunset passing through the curtainâs delicate material, your arms around him so willingly and your crying coming down to a halt, jake doesnât think he could be more content. his heart hurting in his chest knowing that youâre not okay, but also beating as fast as ever before since youâre right there. just so, so close to him, in a way he never thought you'd allow him to. and then he laughs, just a bit, but he canât help it. and you laugh too, wholeheartedly. because you cannot deny yourself the fact that you too felt content, even though youâre crying and heâs doing that just for the sake of comforting you. but that's precisely what makes it so important â is his effort in doing so the best way he can.
DAY 18 - WA-R-R
you woke up feeling great. it has been so nice to actually have a full break from college, you have time to do all the things you like without worrying about anything. well, almost anything. itâs been a week since the crying incident happened and you two never brought it up again. jake was okay with it. he thought you didnât want to talk about any of it, since once you felt lighter you just quietly apologized for crying on him like you did and went to your room. but you didnât know that, and you were starting to feel like a burden. you needed to properly thank him for comforting you, but you had no idea how.
it was currently a quarter past three in the afternoon and you were boiling on your couch from the heat. jake had left for the gym right after lunch and you had nothing to do, beginning to feel unsettled from the boredom. deciding on doing something productive, you take a shower and get dressed to go to the supermarket. you were out of a few things and it would be nice to leave the house and enjoy the weather, despite the fact that youâd much rather go to the beach. once ready, you go to the kitchen to check if you werenât forgetting anything so you could add to the list, thatâs when you hear the front door opening. jake walks in just a few seconds later, eyes roaming over your figure as he immediately catches the scent of your favorite perfume â are you going somewhere?Â
his black fit â sleeveless compression shirt and loose dri-fit shorts â knocked the air out of your lungs, but you didnât have time for that. âiâm going grocery shopping, do you want something?â you ask, pretending to still check the cupboards.
âyeah, actually. but i think itâs best if i go with youâŠâ he says casually, like he wasnât dying to have a domestic day with you â going to the market, choosing what youâre going to do for dinner, helping you carry the grocery bags. âyou knowâŠ? so you wonât buy anything wrong.â
you scoff, turning to look at him. âyouâre projecting, you know i wouldnât mistake your protein bars or whatever,â you say, rolling your eyes and propping yourself on the counter. you glance at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. faking a mix of disgust and judgment on your face, you point towards his clothes. âare you going like that?â
he checks himself, like he didnât know what could be wrong with his outfit, and with a confused look on his face he says, âwell, yes. why wouldnât i?â
you arch your brows mockingly, shrugging. âi donât know. you tell me, jake,â and then you chuckle from your teasing.
he rolls his eyes, feeling dumb for not realizing sooner that you were just messing with him â like always. âyouâre so annoying, what the hellâŠâ he murmurs, suppressing an amused laugh and completes, âcome on, letâs go in my car.â
his car smelled like him, the woody perfume he would usually wear was everywhere â you failed to notice that the first time you rode with him. as you put the seatbelt on and he starts the car, he says âdo you want to put some music on?â giving you his phone and driving off your apartmentâs garage.
âsure, what do you wanna listen to?â you ask, rolling through his playlist. the ride to the store was actually short, but a little music is always nice to have.Â
âwhatever, you can press play on random,â he answers, eyes locked on the streets ahead. just as he finished speaking, he heard the soft beat of a korean r&b melody starting to play very lowly. he went to turn up the volume, only for his hand to bump into yours â you were going to turn the volume up a bit as well, after resting his phone on your thighs.Â
a beat of awkward silence passes by and you two sneak a glance between each other. after laughing a bit embarrassed you softly say, âsorry, i was just gonna turn it up a bit.â moving your hand back to your lap.
he chuckles, without really knowing what to do he turns the volume up himself, saying âno, itâs okay. i was going to do the same.â
the song takes over the silence, its nicely tuned vocals filling the space, and you canât help but share, âi love this songâŠâ your voice is peaceful as you speak.
jake loves the comment, loves that youâre the one starting the small talk. âreally? i thought you were more of a 2000s pop type of girlâŠâ he says, bringing back that fact that you were listening to justin timberlake a few days ago.
you smile, âyeah, that too. but thereâs nothing quite like korean r&b,â you reply, shrugging your shoulders. and it felt so nice to be comfortable around him, to talk like you do with jay â like youâve known him for years.
âi mean, youâre right. but iâm suspicious, i was born in korea, soâŠâ he trails off, and as you two feed the conversation more and more with small details of your life, he can only thank his complete genius idea of following you everywhere â it in fact did pay off, eventually.
when you get to the supermarket, the whole shopping process is actually very quick, you buy the essentials and all the things that were in your list, jake buys a lot of barley tea bottles and you two decide that italian food was the best option for dinner today, so you buy everything you need to make pasta â you also have to decide which bottle of wine you were going to buy and that itself takes most of your time, both finding joy in fake disagreeing with each other. after getting to the checkout and paying for your purchases, you and jake walk back to the car and settle everything to ride back home.Â
once at home you ask jake to put some music on the TV so you could unpack the groceries and start cooking dinner. surprised that you were offering to make dinner â knowing that usually heâs the one to make dinner and you make lunch â he asks, âwhy are you so willing saying that youâre gonna make our dinner today?â his voice accusing and wary, like you about to prank him. approaching you after putting on the same playlist that was playing in the car, he starts to help you unpack the grocery bags that were scattered on the counter.Â
âcanât a girl feel like cooking twice in a day?â you say, purely to tease him, because after letting out a little laugh you add up almost instantly, âi just wanted to, i donât know, thank you for being so nice to me the other day.â
âthe other day? which day?â he was confused, it was pretty visible by his frown and inquiring voice.
you sigh, not wanting to extend the subject, but clarifying anyway, mumbling âthe day that i cried in front of youâŠâ
his realization comes quickly, a soft âah!â leaving his lips. nevertheless, he didnât want you to think that it was anything other than the bare minimum â you didnât have to make him a meal just because you felt like you needed to pay him back. both of you knew that he had no second intentions when he comforted you. âyou know, you donât have toââ he starts, but you interrupt him.
âi know, i know. but i really want to,â you say, voice steady like you practiced the speech all week â which you did, but that was nothing but a small detail, he didnât have to know. âi want to show that iâm grateful somehow, so just let me.â
he just nods, pleased that your communication was improving. dinner time was really nice, you two shared a bottle of wine, talked a lot about how your music taste was actually similar and how cooking can be a fun activity once you grow comfortable with it â you were both kind of tipsy at that point.
as he helps you tidy up the kitchen, he cherished the evening you had. it was nice to know that you started to share a bond now, even if you still tried to keep your distance somehow. âthanks, for the dinner,â he says, cheeks flushed both from the alcohol and from the way you were so close to him, drying the dishes as he washed them.
you hummed, feeling sleepy from the alcohol and tired from the day. you lay your head on his shoulder â as much as you can with the height difference â and answer, âit was nice, right? we should do it again some day.â
jake can only laugh as he shakes his head â you were just too cute. âyeah⊠we should.â
DAY 23 - Let Go
you couldnât be happier, today was finally the day you were going to the beach. as you got your things ready, you talked to jake about how dumb it was for you to have delayed this for so many days. jake has the idea of making some snacks and you help him do everything. throughout all the time that it takes for you and jake to make sandwiches and pack your beach bag and his backpack with everything you were going to need, you were talking nonstop. it was inevitable with the way you started to get along the past few days since your dinner together, honestly. you were also much more at ease in his presence, so you started to share a few more wholesome moments. still, he judges your choices for two piece bikinis and you say it was best if he didnât take his shirt off â to save peopleâs sanity â and you fight over which snacks you were going to take in your little trip. it was all really fun, you could never try to deny that. once everything was ready, you two got ready to go.
the ride to the beach was rather calm. the music in the background was soothing and the beach you chose to go to wasn't far from your place, so jake drove you there and in less than an hour you were in the sand, sitting on your beach mat. the day was summery just like the others that have passed, only this time you could sunbathe and swim â a perfect day, you would say. jake was sitting by your side, watching you put on sunscreen â admiring you, that was more like it.
when youâre done, he points towards the sunscreen bottle on your hand and doesn't think twice before asking, âcan you do my face and back?â he watches your concentrated face, but it doesn't change a bit, you stay expressionless. he tries again, âpleaseâŠ?â
you grimace, and move to sit face to face with him. âwhat? you canât do it?â you ask, but itâs not really a criticism.
he laughs, and flicks your forehead. âof course i can, you brat. itâs just better if you do it,â he says, like itâs so obvious and you fake a look of disgust. he adds, âi canât miss a chance to have your hands all over me, baby,â and winks.
you roll your eyes, but start to apply some sunscreen on his face, answering, âshut up and close your eyes, loverboy.â you use the moment to take in his appearance, closed eyes and parted lips from his talking. he was always so beautiful for you, you wished you could let him know in a way that didnât felt like you were putting your heart in his hands â which was impossible, because that was the only kind of fondness you knew with him, devotion.
he does what you tell him, closing his eyes, but he keeps on talking â a smile on his face all throughout it. âyou canât push me away, princess. i know how your mind works by now,â his voice filled with enjoyment.
âyeah, yeah. i know, jake, you say that everyday,â you reply, but you're smiling too. finding joy in his words, but oblivious to how evident his feelings were. âokay, face done. now iâm gonna put it on your back, turn around for me, please.â
he turns around, his eyes glinting with unmistakable affection from your disponibility to do it for him â the way you ask him âpleaseâ sticks to his mind a little more than it's considered healthy. once youâre done he gets up on his feet and holds your hand. âcome on, weâre going in the sea.â
âwoah there, loverboy. i know you need me to do everything with you, but at least wait until the sunscreen soaks in.â you say, and use the fact that he was still holding your hand to push him down to sit by your side once again.
he complies, his thigh brushing against your as he settles down next to you. you both take in the view. the sea is rather calm, the waves seem to crash slowly. the sun is unforgiving, but in a pleasant way, and the eventual breeze that hits your bodies is a nice way to recover from the heat. you donât realize that youâre still holding hands, but jake is very aware of the act. so much so he fights the urge to stroke his thumb along your hand, so that you wonât grow annoyed from his display of affection. itâs not until an old lady passes by, selling handmade bracelets, that you notice just how close you guys are to each other.
the woman stops by you two and asks, very fondly, âoh, hello, young man. would you want to buy a bracelet for your girlfriend?â sheâs pointing at you, and oddly enough you donât feel like correcting her. in fact, you donât say anything, you just smile at the lady and turn to look at jake, waiting to see what heâll do.
âoh, yes! do you have matching ones?â he asks her, paying you no attention. his response comes immediately, and youâre caught off guard at just how natural it came to him â like you were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, like it wasnât even a thing to consider in the first place.
they get into a conversation about her process of making the bracelets and how much they cost, eventually he buys two â only then he lets go of hand, because he needed to pay the old woman â and she thanks your attention as both of you wave her goodbye.
your head snaps in his direction. giving him a quizzed look, you donât even have to say anything for him to speak, âlook, it wasnât going to change anything in her life if we said we werenât together. if anything weâd just make her ashamed of her mistakeâŠâ his voice is quiet, like youâd argue with him for what he did.Â
but you donât. in fact, you just say, âiâm surprised by how easily you played along, but iâm not gonna kill you. relax,â youâre chuckling, and you add âi didnât get to see which ones you boughtâŠâ
he stares at you, dumbfounded. âwhat?â he asks, wondering if he heard you wrong. were you just letting that slide? like he just didnât pretend you were his girlfriend to a total stranger? werenât you the one who refused to let him close? âdid you enjoy being my girlfriend, is that it?â he teases, but heâs not joking. he actually wants to know this time, he needs the rest itâll provide him.
you cough, choking a bit. what should you do? did you enjoy it? youâre not sure, but for some reason you didnât want him to think you didnât. not only because upsetting him felt so mean of you, but because you realized that you werenât opposed to the idea of dating him. âgod, donât make it weird and let me see the braceletsâŠâ you say, changing the subject. but decided to mumble in addition, âif i didnât say anything, it means that i didnât mind.â
he smiles, and it outshines the sun. jake wasnât one to be pessimistic, but he often opted for a more realistic approach when it came to you, so to see you opening up like that â letting him genuinely see you and understand you â made his body shiver with anticipation of what youâd share next. he senses your will to not deep dive into the matter so he gives into your wishes to see the bracelets. âhere, give me your hand so i can put it on youâŠâ he says, but he can barely control his excitement. he ties the bracelet in your wrist and asks for you to do the same for him, both of you admiring the colorful object that now was a reminder of a thing only you two shared. you fall into a nice, comfortable silence. the unspoken feelings surrounding you but not in a scary way, the sounds of the waves crashing doing nothing to drown your rapid heartbeats. in moments like these you question just how much you should try to keep jake away, only for you to choose not to do it at all â you were just letting it flow, it would pain you more to pretend you didnât like what was growing between you.Â
and thatâs just how the day goes. you swim in the sea and share your snacks, it truly feels like a beach episode from your favorite anime. once you get back home, the tiredness from the long day â even though it was fun and uplifting â sinks in. after you and jake have straightened things up and showered, you both decide to settle on the couch.
you were hardly registering the movie that was playing on the screen. jake had his hand on your head, fingers mindlessly scratching your scalp, a loving gesture that only pushed you closer to sleep. as you started to drift off, your head found its way to jakeâs shoulder, face hiding on his neck. jake gasped at the proximity, but after a few seconds he adjusted you on his body, hugging your waist. before either of you could realize, the two of you had already fallen asleep.
DAY 35 - All Mine
when jake wakes up, heâs a mess. he feels his hair sticking on his forehead due to his sweat. his legs feel shaky, his boxers sticky and his heart is hammering in his ribcage. it takes him a few moments to realize that heâs laying in his bed, having fallen asleep with you the night before while you two played cards late at night. the next thing he realizes is that youâre no longer with him. he checks his phone, itâs half past eight in the morning. he slumps back on the mattress, right hand coming down to palm the evident erection on his sleeping shorts, cock still hard despite the fact that he had clearly cummed during his sleep. he had woken up from a very messy, very erotic dream, his breath was calming down as he took in his surroundings, but his mind was still in a haze from the vivid memories from his dream â where you and him did all the things he craved to do to you. his right handâs grip tightens around his clothed girth, his arousal growing while he feeds his imagination, thinking just how cute youâd look with your eyes tight such and your mouth hanging open as your lips let out the most beautiful sounds of his name, while heâs buried insideâ.
he sits up, instantly. he couldnât act like he lived alone, and even though he very much wanted to get off right now, he wouldnât want to have you walk in on him â well, he wouldnât mind if he felt like you would be okay with it, but he couldnât know if that was the case. the past few days were wonderful, he loved every second of it. you and him were growing closer and closer, to the point you did everything together. after the day you spent on the beach, both of you decided to start hanging out more often. you did all sorts of things â you even did go back to the beach, going to a drive-in that was happening nearby â and it was starting to get hard to avoid the inevitable. jake was beginning to break, the time youâve been spending together only further pushing him to his darkest, most lust-filled thoughts. he wondered if you felt the same, or if he was just another homie to you. if you want him the way he wants you it shouldnât be hard to notice, right? he thinks that he should pay more attention to your body language, to see if you give him any opening to tumble over the edge of the hanging tension. but then he wonders, where are you anyway? intrigued, he leaves his room to look for you, only to find an empty house. you werenât anywhere to be found, neither in the kitchen nor in your room. he sits on the couch, and as he was about to text you to know your whereabouts he hears the clicking of the keys on the front door. he sits back, checking his bulge briefly â that had subsided considerably â and waits for you to show up, fingers interlaced, his hands resting on his lap.
you had woken up pretty early and decided to buy strawberry cheesecake for breakfast at a bakery nearby and some coffee at your favorite coffee shop, choosing to not text jake because you thought youâd be back before he woke up â which clearly did not happen. when you see him sitting on the couch you stop, standing comically â awkwardly â at the hall that separates the living room from the kitchen.
âhi, youâre up,â you state, looking at him â eyes roaming over his figure, he seemed sus. not waiting for his answer you turn left, walking towards the kitchen counter to settle what you bought for breakfast.
jake is hot on your tail, replying, âwhere have you been, huh?â his tone is playful, but you can tell heâs actually curious to know.
âuh⊠i donât see how it concerns you?â you answer, teasingly. your smile the most genuine it could ever be, since jake with his ârecently woken upâ look was the cutest. then you add, âi bought coffee, and cheesecake.â
âoh god, yes! love me some sweets in the morning,â he says, settling down at the counter while eyeing your figure â the fabric of your jeans shorts seemingly sinfully pretty around your thighs, your baby blue crop top making him want to ogle your breasts. were you always this hot? âuh, thanks for bringing coffee for me tooâŠâ
âdonât mention it,â you say, at last. sitting down on his side you two start to eat, then you remember something. âhey, how did you sleep? i woke up in the middle of the night and went to my room. sorry, if i woke you.â
jake feels relief wash over his entire figure to know you werenât there if he made any suggestive sounds during his sleep. âactually, iâm a heavy sleeper, so you wouldnât wake me like that,â he answers and after pausing for a few seconds he finishes, âi slept ok, without crazy dreams or whatever.â
you laugh, his words seeming rushed for you and oddly explanatory, which was out of character of him â especially since he was so slow in the mornings. was he nervous? âok, jake. if you say soâŠâ you say, just for the sake of getting on his nerves â and maybe to get him to say something about what really happened.
âyah! what are you suggesting? i slept like a baby, ok? with baby dreamsâŠâ he states, defensively. and you laugh harder, your hand coming to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle at least some of it â which didnât happen.
in between your gasps for air, you say, âoh, so you dreamed of unicorns and princesses then.â your teasing sentence only half well delivered, since you were still trying to recover from your fit of laughter.
jakeâs mind was racing while he nervously tried to change the subject. however, in between his thoughts of his not exactly baby-like dream, he lets out the first thing that comes to his mind, âif youâd call yourself princess, then i guess you could say that, yeahâŠâ he says, his voice sounding playful. you stall, confusion written all over your face.
âwait, does that mean you- did you dream about me?â you ask, incredulous. you brows coming together to emphasize the chaos that was your mind at his statement. he laughs, shaking his head, truly amazed at how easily he gave himself in. knowing that there was no denying what he said just now, he only nods, taking yet another slice of the cheesecake you were sharing. but you had long forgotten how to eat, in fact you donât think you can do anything else at the moment.Â
letting your curiosity speak louder you decide to try your luck. âwhat⊠did you dream about?â you ask, voice small despite its certainty. you decide to not look at him, eyeing the plate in front of you as he ate the last piece of the cheesecake. you take a sip of your coffee.
âyou, duh,â he says matter-of-factly, and laughs like you werenât dying from not knowing. âwhy do you want to know, anyway? does it matter that much, princess?â his tongue brushes the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to take place in his lips. the situationâs much more entertaining than he initially thought it would be.Â
âoh my god, youâre so annoying,â you huff and get up, making your way to the sink to wash the dishes you just used. he stares at you, amused at the tantrum your throwing over something he thought youâd just brush off, probably just making a comment about how in love heâs in with you â jokingly, of course.
âokay, okay. iâll tell you, alright?â he says, bringing his hands up as if surrendering to you. you stop what youâre doing just to turn your head to him slightly. you eye him, an unreadable expression in your face and he chuckles a bit â he really does like you. at last, he says âi dreamed i got hurt in a zombie apocalypse and you left me behindâŠâ his voice is obviously playful, but you fail to realize he was being ironic.
so you only sigh, your lips forming an involuntary pout as you hummed in acknowledgement, turning back to dry your hands after you finished your task. his answer breaks your expectations, leaving you confused as to why you thought heâd say something else â why you wanted him to say something else. maybe it was the way he was staring at you since you arrived, or the way he seemed so nervous talking about his dream, you thought maybe it meant he saw you in a way that wasnât just âhis roommateâ. but, maybe it was all in your head anyways.
he comes behind, not touching you whatsoever, his hands finding their place at the counter in front of you the same time you finish your task â and he realizes heâs feeling oddly familiar with the situation, like a deja vu. he whispers then, voice seductive and full of intentions, âdid you want me to say that i had a erotic dream?â his question catches you off guard, you use your now free hands to support yourself at the edge of the sink. you head falls to your shoulder, eyes closing as a sigh passes your lips. fuck, why is he dirty talking to you all of sudden? why do you like it? you decide that all your doubts and worries are for the future you to deal with, right now you just want to know how far this can go. still, you can help the nervousness that gets a hold of your demeanor. shaking your head, you start, ân-no, thatâs not it, why would youââ
but jake was not having it. he cuts you off mid-sentence, face coming closer to your ear, lips brushing over it ever so slightly while he whispers lowly â as if you were in a room filled with people and he only wanted you to hear â, âare you really going to lie to me like that, baby?â and just like that youâre speechless, but that doesnât matter one bit, because jake keeps on talking, âi dreamed you were underneath me doing all sort of cute noises while i fucked you on my bed. is that what you expected me to say? or was that pout on your pretty lips for another reason, princess?â
âw-whatâŠ?â you utter, confused. heâs getting to you too damn fast for your liking â your panties growing damp at the thought of him having a wet dream about you. you speak your mind, âwhat the fuck, jake? how can you say things like thatâŠâ
âlike what? so directly? you know iâm not one to play games, princess,â he says and uses the little switch of topic to spin you around. his hands find your waist to urge you to face him and you comply, but you donât look into his eyes yet, embarrassment having a tight grip around you. so his right hand comes to your face and you barely feel his fingers as he tilts your chin up softly, bringing you to face him so he can lock eyes with you, his hand falling to your waist a second after. his gaze is intense, filled with emotion â one youâre yet to allow yourself to admit aloud you reciprocate. the silence starts to grow bothersome so you decide to voice your thoughts once again, not really expecting this moment to turn into a heart to heart conversation â but honestly, you love that jake provides this for you.
âi know. but, youâre making me nervous,â you confide in a mumble, fidgeting fingers on your back but you donât break eye contact â your puppy eyes fucking jakeâs mind up. he knows what you mean, youâve talked about this before. youâre not one to let people in, so to have him so casually stripping you out of your comfort zone can be really stressing â it doesnât mean you donât want him to, though.
jake cuckles, he does think youâre adorable from time to time â everyday â and heâs determined to make you comfortable with what you want â well, that being him â so he makes a point of saying, âthatâs cute, princess. youâre only nervous because you keep refraining yourself from doing what you wantâŠâ he says, almost melodically. âand i know very well that you want me.â
thereâs a knowing glint in his eyes and you know he knows, thatâs what your relationship was always about â heâs been obvious about his desires, you were the one who poorly attempted to deny it. so you sigh defeated, as you watch his pretty eyes and easy smile. you touch his arms, hands traveling up to his cheeks where you leave a soft squeeze with your palms, squishing them together. you both let out a giggle, then your fingers intertwin on his nape, your body closing the distance between you and him.Â
jake is not surprised that you took the initiative, but he couldnât believe that it was actually happening. his heart is beating unforgivingly in his chest, it aches the best kind of pain and he lets out a sound of relief, pleasure and pure fulfillment. his hands grips your waist harder trying to ground himself, but nothing is enough â he is losing all self control and he couldnât care less. because your hands were on his neck, nails scratching lovingly the back of his head, your chest pressed on his and your lips passionately kissing him â having you on his hands for him to touch and hold was messing with his head. the kiss that takes place is outstanding, it makes both you and him breathless way too quickly. you pull away first, your teeth prodding your bottom lip for a moment before jake is on you again.
this kiss is much more devastating than the first one, when your tongues meet you can hardly contain the whine that tries to leave your lips, but maybe itâs the way jake shoves you against the counter behind you that knocks the air out of your lungs. none of you know how long you stay making out, your fingers interlace on jakeâs locks and he anticipates the moment you will pull it, but you donât. he grows impatient, hands sliding from your waist to your hips, where he squeezes hard, then he pushes himself from you, interrupting the kiss in the middle. youâre panting, chest heaving and lips red and swollen from the kissing, the sight making heat spread all over his body and his arousal only increases, the bulge on his pants begging to be simulated and he wonders how affected you are by all of this. despite the hot feeling of your hasty breath, nothing really gives away your inner state. and you try to keep it that way, but your mind is foggy and you can barely form coherent thoughts aside from the burning lust, thatâs all you can discern. you thought you could be stronger when it came to your sexual desires, but jake fucks up all your attempts in keeping a composed attitude. because you wanted nothing more than to let go and be led, to allow him to do whatever he wanted to. thatâs how much you trusted him, how much you craved him.
youâre so lost in your submissive reverie that you fail to realize that jake actually said something. it isnât until his hands cups your cheeks that your attention turns to him.
âhmâŠ?â you hum and itâs supposed to be a question, but you can really say something else. he understands, though, slowly catching on to what your behaviour meant.Â
testing the waters, he asks âdo you want to go upstairs, baby?â softly, trying not to sound like you had to. you nod, eagerly so, making him smile, tilting his head to the side. âyouâre much too quiet, princess,â he says, his smile fading to a smirk as continued, âgo on, use your words.â
the way he says it is borderline condescending. the patronizing superiority twists your insides and your heart rate speeds up, a familiar feeling making its way to your stomach like butterflies. you curse every cell in your body for being so responsive. you focus on the fact that itâs a simple question, one he already knows the answer to. âyesâŠâ you voice out, not without stuttering and jake is amazed.Â
he pushes further, wanting to strip every layer of this newfound trait of yours. âhuh? yes what, princess?â and itâs a trap, because heâs not expecting anything specific, you may or may not know what to answer, it doesnât matter because jake is doing it with the sole purpose of teasing you.
but you donât know that, and even if everything in you is telling you to address him with a respectful honorific, you also donât want to give him the satisfaction of winning that so easily, so you do whatâs best, you play innocent. âyes, i wanna go upstairs,â your voice sounding much more controlled and with barely any sides of your emerging submissiveness.
jake laughs at your answer, eyes scanning you with unmistaken amusement. he shakes his head, grabbing your hand as he speaks, âyouâre impossible.â
he uses your intertwined fingers to pull you with him, all the way until youâre passing through his bedroom door. once inside, he sits on the end of his bed, hands coming to your hips as he looks up at you. thatâs when everything sinks in. nothing couldâve prepared you for the devastating reality that youâre a moment away from letting jake undress you â letting him fuck you. his alluring presence drowns your senses, you want nothing else than to please him.Â
he sees it in your eyes, so he feels obligated to act on it. âcome sit, princess,â he says and pulls you to his lap. you fall right after, thighs finding their place on his sides as your hands touch his chest. âyouâre so pretty,â his hands are caressing your waist under the fabric of your shirt. âso, so pretty,â he adds, placing kisses on your cheeks, and then your neck. âmakes me want to ruin you all the time,â he pulls you even closer, the motion making your hips collide with his. his dick impossibly hard underneath you, you fists his shirt at the feeling. he started to leave hickeys on your skin, his path well marked as he love bites his way to the valley of your breasts. you can feel the smirk on his lips as he trails kisses on your skin, but you are engrossed in the intoxicating feeling of his hands traveling up your body. when you realize, heâs already taking your top off, eyes shamelessly falling to your naked torso. âyou always leave the house without a bra on?â he asks, not really accusing you of anything, his hands instantly coming to grope them, thumbs tenderly flicking your nipples and your response is almost embarrassingly quick. youâre taken by surprise, a soft moan slips past your lips and your hips grind on him. he appreciates the sound, his dick twitching in his sleeping shorts as he squeezes your boobs harder.Â
you answer him, voice coming weaker than you expected as you speak, âno⊠not really.â you have your hands sliding under his shirt, pulling the fabric with you as you feel the warm skin of his chest on your palms, you want to see him too. âcan you⊠take your shirt off too?â
âlook at you, being so well manneredâŠâ he says and you roll your eyes, his praise makes your panties grow wetter by the minute. he keeps talking though, making no move to remove his shirt just yet. âalthough, i think that thereâs one word missing, princessâŠâ
you understand him immediately, the words coming out easily, âpleaseâŠ? can you take your shirt off, please?â you rephrase, and jakeâs mind goes over drive. he already wants you begging for him.
is almost funny, to know that you two are living the moment he has been anticipating ever since he was first trapped with you in that bathroom in a random college party. heâs lightheaded from the unceasing sensations he experiences with you and his smile is the perfect display of it, breathtaking and contagious. he lifts his arms for you to finish taking the shirt off his torso, you drop it on the floor. his hands settle back on you, falling on your thighs with a smack on which one, as he gets back to trailing kisses down your neck, until his tongue envelops your nipple. heâs still smiling when you moan from the sudden stimulation, but he moans with you after you grind down on him at a specific hard bite he delivers. âyouâre into pain or something?â he asks you, moving to your other boob, teeth grazing the skin before he bites it, softer than he wanted, just to test his theory.
you right hand tangles in his hair, fingers gripping the locks but not really pulling at it â which he really wants you to â, your left hand splayed on his chest, nails threatening to dig on his skin. he laughs in disbelief, biting harder â not enough to leave a mark, yet â and your hips move involuntarily on his, humping his throbbing dick, desperate for a real form of stimulation between your legs. âoh god, you are into it.â he states, and delivers another slap on your thigh.
you bite your lip, and say âyou do realize how sadistic this makes you look, right?â in defiance, but your affected tone makes no effect whatsoever.Â
his answer is instant, âand you do realize how much of a masochist i think you are now, right?â his mocking tone getting to your and further wetting your panties, that must be completely destroyed by now. he continues his assault in your chest, that already has some red and purple marks blooming here and there.
âi-iâm notâŠâ you start, both hips and voice stuttering from his movements, the fabric of your jeans starting to make you uncomfortable as you rub yourself harder on his erection, jakeâs hands groping your skin from the stimulation, the rhythm of your movements torturously slow for his liking. âiâm not a masochist,â you manage to say, and jake laughs from your little act.Â
âno, just a painslut...â he says, and your muffled whine is enough of an answer for him. âbut donât worry, baby. you make such a pretty slut for me.â
âfuckâŠâ is all you can mumble, pussy clenching around nothing as you keep grinding on his bulge, dry humping him for all your worth. but jake had enough of that, he wants more â he needs more. so he grabs one of your thighsâ underside with one hand, the other going to your waist as he moves you on the bed. in a second you're laying on your back on the mattress, but you donât have time to be surprised. jake touches your knee in an attempt to get you to open your legs and you comply, slowly moving them apart to accommodate his hips.
his hands travel to undo the button of your shorts, fingers pulling the zipper down all the way but he doesnât slide the fabric off your legs. instead, he stuffs his hand inside of it, fingers gliding over your dripping wet slit. âshit, youâre fucking soaked, princessâŠâ he almost growls, forehead resting on your shoulder. âwant to fuck you till we pass out,â itâs just a harmless confession, one he doesnât truly mean, but you donât care.
âso do it,â you sound desperate, his index and middle finger teasing your entrance while his thumb presses on your clit. he wasnât moving, and it was driving you insane. you thrust your hips forward, trying to get him to do something, but he doesnât.
he chuckles, his smirk hidden from your eyes, but you could feel it when he pressed his lips to your ear, leaving an openmouthed kiss in it. âso soon? whereâs the fun in that?â he says rhetorically, he has been dying to bury himself inside you, but he still wants to play with you some more. âneed to prep you first, baby.â
your moan is music to his ears when he inserts his fingers in you with a quick motion, pleasure running through your veins. but it wasnât enough. you didnât want that, you wanted his dick inside you. âf-fuck, jake⊠jake, please,â is the first glimpse of a plea, and jake is relishing on it. he quickens his movements, fingers working on your walls like magic. he brings his thumb back to your clit, drawing little imaginary circles in it and your head falls back, back arching as you push your hips forward again. âjake, j-jake⊠please, fuck me. wanna cum on your cock.â
although he really wanted to, he couldnât resist your plea. he doesnât need to be told twice, taking his fingers out slowly and helping you out of your shorts and underwear. he takes his shorts off along his boxers right after, his dick slapping his stomach as he does so.
once heâs between your thighs there isnât much to be said, heâs already guiding his dick to your entrance when your legs wrap around his waist. you both moan at the intrusion, the stretch making your mind go blank as your head falls to the side, right hand finding support on his back as your left hands tangled on his locks. youâre both panting and you barely started, his thrusts are sharp, he reaches so deep in you. your closed eyes and open mouth are better to watch than jake could ever imagine, he wishes he could have this everyday. âoh my god, fuckââ he swears, hand gripping you jaw to give you a kiss. itâs messy, your tongues meet more outside than inside your mouths. when he pulls away thereâs a string of saliva connecting you two. his weight is supported on his forearms as he moves to mark your neck mumbling, ây-you feel so good princess, so goddamn good.â
the room smells like sex, your hands try desperately to somehow steady yourself in that moment that didn't seem like reality at all. jake pressed his hips into yours harder and harder with each kiss he left on your neck, his mouth brought you little by little closer to heaven and you let a specific loud whine escape your lips. you could feel his smile as he raised his head so he could kiss your mouth with unquestionable desire once again. you use your legs to pull him closer and his eyes roll back under his eyelids. you arch your back slightly, your chest pressing against his and your fingers â finally â pulling on his strands. jake brokes the kiss to moan and looks at you in that surrendered way he always does. he just couldn't help himself, he needed to ruin you just a little bit more.
âso beautiful, my princess.â his possessive tone making you clench around him, his hand moves from your side to your neck, where he gives it a light squeeze, and then he grabs your cheeks with one hand. not too hard, but enough to make you lift your face. âopen your mouth for me, love.â and you comply. your mouth parted slightly and your eyes glued to his, but heâs too lost watching you run the tip of your tongue between your lips to notice. he uses his thumb to open your mouth even wider, naturally salivating at the thought of what he would do next.
when his spit meets your tongue and you swallow without protest, he is gone. the moan he fails to contain comes out muffled as he presses his face back into your neck. the hand that was previously on your cheek goes down to your thigh where he delivers a harsh squeeze. âfuckâŠâ he whispers, inevitably moving his hips to fuck you harder, faster. he was too lost in the feeling, and so were you.Â
the intoxication sensation of your orgasm comes quickly, and itâs devastating. jake takes notice of the way your nails run down his back, the other pulling on his hair and your legs impossibly tight around his waist. âwould look at thatâ ahâ, youâre going to cum, baby?â he asks, voice low and wavering, âare you?â
you hum, your moans impossible to suppress. you drool on the fabric of the mattress â you were so, so close. jake has other plans, though. âoh, c-come on now, princess⊠weâveâ ahâ talked about it a-already,â he says, hand coming to your neck, adding some pressure â just enough for your eyes to roll back on your closed eyelids. he loves to watch it, his own release coming fast and unforgiving. âuse your words.â
âiâ fuckâ can i cum, jake? p-pleaseâŠâ you start, eyes opening to lock with his as best as you can. âplease! jake, ahâ i canât hold it a-anymoreâŠâ you cry out, head lolling back once more. âf-feels so good, so good.â
jake canât hold it back any longer too, hips unrelenting at your begging. âgo ahead, baby. cum for me.â he whispers, and it feels like you fall over the edge immediately. the unceasing clenching of your walls only pushing him to his orgasm too, thick ropes painting your inner thigh as he pulls out. the wave of pleasure that overtakes you both is devastatingly good, you can barely discern what's happening as whispered âthank youâsâ fall from your lips. when you both fall back to reality youâre sweaty and breathless. he drops his weight on you, arms caging your body as his head finds the comfort of your chest. you giggle and hug his shoulders, eyes too heavy from tiredness to keep them open. you fall asleep before the both of you can say anything. jake senses your calming breath, choosing to clean himself and you up before giving into the temptation of sleep as well. he dresses you on his shirt that was on the floor after putting on his boxers, hugging you from behind whispering sweet nothings to you, lulling himself to sleep.
DAY 37 - Fool For You
youâve never been one to give in to awkwardness. you pride yourself on being quite a light presence, always funny or trying to make everyone feel comfortable. but it wasnât until you had sex with jake that it changed. because, sadly, now youâre just always nervous around him. it had been two days since he claimed you for himself â two days and you still havenât really faced him. what could you do, really? pretend it never happened? act like the big deal it was and possibly ruin everything? acknowledge what happened but act like it's not going to destroy every single wall you've built around yourself?
you felt hopeless and you missed him â so much. because after what you two shared, there was no room for doubt, no room for hiding the undeniable truth. you were deeply, madly and uncontrollably in love with jake. so much so it hurted you. so much so you could tell everyone and you would never feel ashamed of it. but, what about him? how could you ask him if you didnât even know how to allow yourself to be vulnerable like that? to let him in like he was always there â although it felt like he had always been part of you, you also couldnât help but overthink it. you felt like he understood you even if no words were spoken, but would it really be enough for him to know that you loved him? would you be enough for him? did he feel the same? god, did he even like you at all? and as you torture yourself â feeling like you could actually feel a physical discomfort from all the thinking and loving and wanting you had trapped inside you â, jake was losing his mind.
he was in complete despair, like heâll never have you. all of the time it took for him to get to know you, to get close to you â it felt meaningless â, and now you were slipping right through his fingers all over again. it wasnât fair. he knew you felt something for him. and it was driving him insane, because if you felt even just a little bit of what he feels, then it was enough for forever. even if you feel just five percent of what he feels for you, you would make it until the end of the world. but it didn't matter, because you hadnât talked to him yet. he was feeling like he was left to die of starvation, your absence making him hallucinate. making him question just how much he wouldnât do for you â only so he could finally have you. because he was feeling like he could do it all, but he needed you to come to him. to allow him to truly see you, to truly feel you. so he decided to wait. wait for you to come to terms with the reality you seemed so against living and then heâd do everything â anything to keep you by his side.
even if you werenât sure about how things would turn out, you know it was you who had to make the first move and when you decide to get your shit together, you walk straight to his room. looking calm on the exterior, but completely wrecked on the inside, yet itâs kinda funny for you. you have nothing to fear anyway, expect for, well, a rejection â but it wasn't really going to stop you. when you get to his door you take a few deep breaths, gathering the courage that was just a few seconds ago all over you but seemed to suddenly vanish. you grow eager, as if it was all coming to realization. it feels so fucking right you could cry, you decide to knock before it all becomes too much. doing it softly, you wait for him to answer, cleaning your sweaty palms on the sides of your sleeping shorts.
jakeâs listening to some random âsongs for studyingâ playlist on youtube while scrolling through his media when he hears the soft knock on his door. he freezes, what was happening? he jumps out of bed, looking around checking if anything needed replacing. when he sees everythingâs fine he walks to the door, but remembers he had changed into his sleeping clothes, so he goes back to check himself in the mirror, only for him to run a hand through his hair and get right back to the door. once there he doesnât think twice, swinging the door open. âhi!â
you get startled by the sudden movement. jake looks like he has the energy to run a marathon and is hardly holding himself from doing so. itâs cute. you look at his puppy-like eyes, his lips slightly parted and his hair falling in his brows. you almost say right then and there, but you hold it â waiting for a more appropriate moment. instead, you say âuh, hi.â and then you giggle, looking down to your feet and then back at him. âwhat are you doing right now?â
he lets out a giggle himself, a bit more at ease now that he knows youâre not there bringing bad news. then he answers, âhonestly? nothing,â and he laughs at his own sentence.
âgood, can i come in then?â you ask, but before he could even answer youâre already explaining yourself, âitâs justâ uh, i want to talk to youâŠâ
he smiles nervously, stepping aside so you can come in. after you walk in, he guides you to his bed by your shoulder and then he lays on his side, propped on his left arm. âtell me all about it, baby.â
the nickname makes goosebumps raise all over your body, but maybe it was the fact that you had acknowledged you want this whole thing so much â maybe it was burning in you all along just waiting for an excuse to be freed. âi⊠so, i wanted toââ you stutter, growing a bit nervous.
âhey,â he grabs your hands that were in your lap. ârelax! youâre kinda freaking me out, you know?â he says, trying to lighten the mood. he could see what you wanted to say was serious but he also didnât want you to get anxious over it. âi feel like youâre gonna say you're a murderer or something.â
you can only laugh, because heâs such a fucking idiot and you love him so bad itâs kind of pathetic. âgod, thatâs such an idiotic thing to sayâŠâ you pause, looking at him playing with your bracelet mindlessly. then you realized there was no way he went for all the trouble to fuck you if he didnât have any feelings for you. it was so dumb of you to assume that in the first place. and it felt so right in that moment â almost dream-like â, you didnât want to waste it. the words left your mouth by impulse, but they all fell so naturally out of it too, it barely felt like it was the first time you were saying them, âi love you, jake.â
jake feels his whole world stop. what did you just say? he couldnât voice it out better, muttering, âwhat?â
âyepâŠâ you say comically popping the âpâ, head nodding dramatically, lips pressed in a thin line and brows furrowed in fake apprehension. because, deep down, youâre sure it was going to work out just fine. âguess thatâs worse than a murder, huh?â
jakeâs going crazy, he wasnât expecting you to ever say it like that, so easily. âdoââ he gasped, choking a bit. he was a mess by this point, his hands pulling you closer by your wrists until your face was close enough, to the point he could feel your warm breath on his nose. his voice cracking with obvious emotion, but he really couldnât care less, âdo you really?â
and your eyes water, voice faltering just as much, âof course i do, jake⊠â you press your forehead to his, eyes closing but you can feel his hands shaking where they hold you and you wanted nothing but to make him feel all of the love he made you feel.
âoh my god,â he uttered, voice completely drowned in emotion as his breath hitches and he sobs, but that doesn't stop him from keep talking, âoh my god, baby, i love you too,â he states, like it wasnât obvious by the way the tears left his eyes and stained your shirt. heâs a blabbering mess, but you love it. âi love you so much.â
and there, in between tears, smiles and sweet words, jakeâs certain that heâd do everything all over again, just to have you. and you know you found the one.
DAY 38 - Apocalypse
you wake up in your bed with a startle, out of breath and with tears blurring your vision, threatening to fall from your eyes. your heart was filled with so much love you could never possibly keep to yourself only, so look to the side to reach jake. only, he isnât there. you sit up, confusion knocks on your poor sleepy brain and you stumble out of bed. you remember very vividly you had fallen asleep with jake the night before, after you so happily declared your love for each other. as you reach for your doorknob you pause, what if it was a dream? because you remember you were in jake's room last night, not yours. were you so sleep drunk you couldnât tell if it all happened or not? you rush to open the door and walk towards jakeâs room, but he wasnât there either. so you decide to go to the kitchen, not yet ready to give up, even if your heart was squeezing like you had lost the only love you ever had known.
as you reach the kitchen you hear some noises and your body fills with excitement as you eye jakeâs broad figure â but, wait. is that a Seattle Mariners shirt?
âoh my god, jake. why are you wearing jayâs shirt?â your voice competing with your laughter, trying to imagine what would be jayâs reaction if he saw his favorite shirt in jakeâs body â his very nice, very doable body. âiâll tell jay.â
âdonât you dare, pretty,â he says, like itâs a threat â that has no effect, whatsoever â as he drops whatever he was doing to come hug you. âit isnât jayâs, he gave me this one on my birthday last year,â he gave your forehead a kiss, then the top of your head and kept going, âhow did you sleep? i put you in your room âcause mineâs closer to the kitchen and i wanted to make breakfast. did i wake you?â but you almost donât hear it, his voice being drowned since he talked while his lips were pressed to the top of your head.Â
âyou didnât wake me, love,â and the way you say it makes jakeâs heart melt. âbut i woke up crying and for some weird reason i thought yesterday was a dreamâŠâ you add, hugging him back and taking in his scent.
âi left for 15 minutes and you were already crying from missing me? thatâs cute, princess,â he laughs after speaking, moving you to sit at the counter. âwell, itâs good it wasnât a dream then, huh?â
you give an disgusted look to his little joke, but youâre smiling when you brush your lips to his, âi donât know⊠iâm starting to regret it.â
âyouâre so mean,â he replies, but heâs also smiling. he gives you a brief kiss on the lips, then one on your cheek. he looks at you for a bit and says, âi think i should make us breakfastâŠâ
you both laugh, knowing what heâs hinting at. you get off the counter and help him, being so filled with contentment and love as you watch him make a mess in the kitchen just like always,
âi love you.â
a/n: it was supposed to be all a dream in the end, but i couldn't do it. let me know what you think<33
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CEO!matt, a concept.
đž what if. . . matt sturniolo was CEO of a company?
at the grand old age of 21, matt sturniolo is the worldâs youngest CEO, having inherited his fatherâs finance company in light of his untimely retirement.
he doesnât complain; matt has a team of seniors to make his decisions for him, the only thing he insists on chipping in on every year being the annual christmas party. which, naturally, is infamous. itâs what most of the companyâs budget gets blown on after all.
in his third year as the owner of sturniolo finances, income in the billions as the company thrived, matt threw the biggest, loudest, craziest christmas party of what he was sure was history, the entire floor of a fancy hotel packed with employees.
and some stragglers. including you.
your brother had dragged you along, overly excited about the first sturniolo finances christmas party of his employment, and had swiftly got drunk and left you to stand like a lemon by the drinks table. which is where matt found you, words slurring from one too many tequila shots, appointing you his newest secretary. one of the only decisions heâs made for the company.
and today is the day you start your new role, which matt obviously canât remember offering you, but lets you sit at the desk outside his office, head still pounding from the party over a week ago.
âare you sure i gave you this job?â he mutters, running a hand over his face. you nod, tucking a loose strand of your bun behind your ear, hoping youâre still retaining the sophisticated look you tried to construct this morning when getting ready.
âmhm. at that party.â
âyeah, but i did a lot of things at that party.â matt says with a grimace. âlike swing from a chandelierâŠâ
you laugh, reminded of the last image you saw before you left the hotel, supporting a tipsy brother on your hip, matt dangling from the structure above you with one arm, hair messy and shirt loose. âthat was pretty funny. and impressive.â
âthank you. but not the point.â he frowns, folding his arms, trying to act serious. âi donât even think iâve given you any paperwork to fill out. shit, iâve not even interviewed you.â
âwell, youâre the CEO, arenât you? you can just interview me now.â
matt furrows his brows again, eyes darting to his office behind him and eventually gives in, opening the door for you with a shrug. he often doesnât interact with any of the people he employs, the whole process too mindnumbingly boring for him, but is now starting to realise why drunk him even offered you a job position in the first place.
youâre fucking unreal, mini skirt a tad too short, shirt just slightly too low cut, and matt is drinking it all in. professionally. of course. he clears his throat, dragging his eyes back to your face with a soft blush as he gestures to the empty room. âtake a seat.â
you smirk at him over your shoulder, sitting down heavily in the armchair facing mattâs desk, your skirt riding up as you cross your legs, thighs on display. matt rolls his neck; youâre trying to kill him, he swears. he follows you over nevertheless, sitting opposite and offering you a polite smile.
when your dimple shows in reply, matt doesnât even think about the interview. âyeah, i donât know why i did all that. youâre hired.â
âbutâŠ?â
matt holds out a hand. he knows this is a bad decision, hiring based off of physical attraction only, but thatâs the last thing on his mind. he just wants you out before he blows a load in his underwear, semi poking him each time he shifts.
âyou can start tomorrow morning, 8am. iâll email the paperwork down to reception.â
shocked, you slowly stand up, and matt leans forwards, concealing a groan into his hand. âuh, well, thanks. iâll⊠see you tomorrow.â
âmhm.â matt nods, grinning weakly. âyep, tomorrow.â
and then youâre gone, leaving matt alone with his thoughts. fuck. hiring you? heâs screwed.
taglist. . . ( @mattslolita, @aelinslegend, @chrissturniolossidehoe, @mattbrainrot, @conspiracy-ash, @emely9274 ) is open!
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#CEO!matt#wait i need him bad#matt sturniolo x reader#secretary!reader
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I think itâs so ironic that the Pony Express escapes a lot if not all blame in discussion. I canât even say I am excused from it but itâs just how hard people circle back to the characters alone without considering the environment they were made to be in.
Why would they design a ship where only two of the rooms lock? Not the bathroom? Not the sleeping quarters? We assume that all the companies in the universe are this shallow and careless to their workers but we explicitly know the Pony Express in extra vile. They are fed processed slop pack they canât even really cook and the ration of those pack is meager at best. They hired and made people with a plethora of conflicting demeanors and beliefs work together on a mission where cohesion is important if not an outright necessity and punish them for not being happy about it. Thereâs no social protocols, not chain of command other than Captainâs word/choice and the only way to enforce that is with a literal firearm. They donât allow them to celebrate freely and even took away leisure activities that would make them less stir crazy. They are only allowed a few hours of sleep despite their being no other real responsibilities or work on the ship, no matter the position or its importance. With any crew, with any level of synergy, this was a powder keg waiting for a spark.
Iâm not saying characters that made mistakes didnât make huge ones, but I think part of the horror is that at least for some (this is targeting Jimathan) those mistakes are partly made by a force of the hand. Thereâs a running theme of lack of choice and being forced into something and the very nature of how The Pony Express expected them to function plays a big part.
#like even I forget that all actions taken in the game were people trying to remain in protocol outside of Jimmy#Anya couldnât have jus stolen the scanner and got the gun cause sheâs a sensible person and knows sheâd be in legal trouble#or get everyoneâs credits docked or just hoping that thereâs some chain of command for this sort of thing#Daisuke only really acted in accordance to his direct superiors because heâs an intern he wouldnât know the first thing about protocol or#what to do in any situation. like this is essentially implied to be his first real job#Curly may be the captain but he still has to follow rules and procedures and we see with the letter the Pony Express likely has very shady#and shitty ones. he gives the best not depressing or totalitarian options he can otherwise everything is just his word which arenât even his#or like him just asserting his position with the gun which he wouldnât do#Swansea follows the book begrudgingly because heâs trying to stay right and not fall back into who he once was#I feel like itâs not incorporated nearly enough that the environment they were dropped into heavily affected their actions#say there was a single person higher than Curly or a plan of action when a crew member is considered a danger to himself or others#I think itâs fascinating how people will stick to protocol and break when they get scared or to their limit#cause the game shows how normalcy deteriorates and I think discounting what the characters where put through by the company takes a way a#real and scary aspect of what happened to Anya because as a friend Curly didnât do enough for her at all his comfort was there and he#appreciated but it was a distracted sort of care but as a Captain he didnât protect her but heâs was a Captain of the Pony Express like what#if they told him to wait to? he still shouldâve done something because Anya was actively suffering and Jimmy shouldâve been reprimanded but#heâs a captain with orders like the Tulpar isnât his ship in the same way like#god I wanna explain this in a way that makes sense but the Tulpar is like designed to breed animosity and work on the bare requirements one#needs to get things done thatâs not how people work and if anyone deviates or interrupts that it literally has nothing to handle it#it becomes clear that if any social unrest happens why they just say fuck it and give the Captain the gun because if something happens the#blame can easily be placed on the person they put in charge despite what they put them#in charge of like this is just like work place harassment irl because often the perpetrators are not punished but the supervisors for not#stopping them with meetings or cuts or whatever but the environment the company fostered is rarely fixed or blamed#like why was this allowed to occur? and honestly that is because Jimmy did what he did#ask me about this if this is confusing cause I worded it crazy#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#the pony express
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#LMAO the way hybe is about to monetize the FUCK out of that travel show through merch because they know shippers will buy ANYTHING#like shaking a box of dog treats in an enclosure full of hyenas#and the company acts âbrokeâ when it comes to giving all members equal treatment in their solo projects#Mr âI felt uncomfyâ was SO FAKE for complaining about it too
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this dialogue path im so đđđ€đ€
#shriâiia going like you werenât THAT good đ as if she didnât come multiple times bc heâs probably more attentive than her matriarch#like I imagine her matriarch being a very selfish lover and she always receives and never gives and shriâiia being so used to that#so when the act 1 forest sex scene comes and astarion performs as he does and heâs very giving and thorough and more focused on her own#pleasure than his shriâiia is like ?? brakes screeching noises in her brain sheâs not used to this btw#not to mention sheâs already drunk as fuck and trying so very hard to ignore the pain in her chest from oath breaking#so she gets even more confused and she just lets him do what he wants to do#cue the morning after .. âyou werenât THAT goodâ whatever youâre just saving face đ#anyway. I like this dialogue path too bc you get an insight on astarionâs pov where he says he was holding back and making his excuse#when he was probably dissociating / feeling disgusted at having to do his routine again#but then itâs all part of his plan so he gotta do it. also thatâs what he knows how to do so he has to do it and liking it is a diff matter#but when he says the âhow dare youâ like it feels more playful so I think that kind of dynamic where they clown on each other is what they#both like. I also think that in the second time they sleep together itâs a bit more playful bc theyâre getting that kind of dynamic more#based on the flirting scenes you can get prior the second time he offers to sleep together again#but to me when they overtly flirt / or when they fuck is when the seeds of the romance are planted .. it only develops when they start to#hang out with each other lol. like this whole romance thatâs built on deceit and using each other#gets developed bc they actually like being in each otherâs company đđ idk thatâs so cute to me#and when theyâre actually together itâs like. this slowburn where theyâre not putting any labels on it#they just hang out with each other for the next couple of hundred years and occasionally get married#multiple times for the attention and gifts lol#actually have more thoughts abt astarion/shriâiia đ theyâre infesting my mind like mold#shut up about bg3.#bg3 spoilers
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ok ok I talked to a colleague and now all's good. I'm motivated af for the interview this afternoon. I'm getting that fucking job. Everyone wants me to get that job anyway. I'm done being nice now I'm letting them know they better give me that job and sign the papers in the next month else I'm quitting. Good luck with finding yet another engineer to work in the middle of nowhere when you're already struggling to hire đ
#Mel rambles#talking to that colleague is always such a confidence boost#she used to be a high level manager and she's always telling me I'm a good asset for the company#she knows what she's talking about so I guess I can afford to be confident#It's mean but I'm hoping I can change position and the person who replaces me is less competent so that I can be like 'SEE WHAT YOU LOST?'#'THAT OTHER GUY WASN'T KIDDING WHEN HE SAID I'M MORE SKILLED THAN THE GUYS HE HIRES TO ACTUALLY BE DEVELOPPERS'#'you had a project manager who doubled as developper and tripled as data analyst and just decided to throw 9 MONTHS OF HER WORK TO THE TRASH#FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN 'we changed our mind! youpsi đ€'#...#ok yeah it's been months and I'm apparently still very much not over it#but they really acted like bitches. who fucking does that and doesn't properly apologize. they really don't give a shit about my work#ANYWAY let's get that job and go with people who might actually care about what I do l#and do a job that I'm like. actually interested in#CROSSING FINGERS NO ONE BETTER FOR THE JOBS THAN ME APPLIES#(that's what happened last time. guy with like 20years of experience showed up. I didn't stand a chance)#anyway let's do this!! I'm confident and in a good mood now so let's gooo
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#i can hear my parents whispering about me in the kitchen and complaining that like i don't have a car or a job or a credit score and shit#like that and literally just yesterday i heard that i didnt get this grad scheme i really wanted even though i only got positive feedback#from the company throughout the whole application process and its so fucking disheartened#and mum keeps being like 'at least you won't be 6 hours away now!' like thats any kind of consolation#i dont give a fuck if it was 6 hours away it was doing something i really wanted to do was very generously paid and i would have really#enjoyed it and its so fucking annoying that theyre acting like im doing nothing and applying to nothing and going nowhere#when they know thats bs and ive applyed to so many jobs and grad schemes and either get rejected or ignored and im sorry that i dont want#to work a shitty minimum wage job and get a shitty little car and have to toot toot around hating it??#like im sorry for wanting something better than that??#and all you see is me here 'doing nothing'#whats the fucking point#whats the fucking point of it all
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oh my god i am going to snap at this bitch tomorrow i can fucking feel it
#the docs#tomorrow is saturday which is the busiest day at the store#and this fucking bitch wants to sit here and act like she runs the fucking place when she's a FRESHMEN IN HIGH SCHOOL.#i don't know how to explain to you how little i care. i'm not paid enough to care about anything that happens here.#i don't care about the store i don't care about the company and i especially do not fucking care about you.#you're not even in charge. you are a freshmen in high school. no one gives a fucking shit about what you have to say.#besides NOBODY is going to give a shit if i sit down for 5 minutes. nobody is watching those cameras.#'i enforce the rules so-' the boss is not gonna fuck you dude. you're not getting anywhere from kissing ass.#so shut the fuck up leave me alone and worry about your own shit. this shit is not worth the fucking effort. not for $11.50 an hour.#i swear to fucking god. i swear to fucking god. i swear to fucking god if she doesn't leave me alone tomorrow
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@pretty-pony I think s3 might work. Either you squeeze it into a pocket between Neverland and the new curse, or - and I think that would work even better - in the witch-hunting arc. Like. The whole season is made for a fake dating plot, obviously, but fake dating like this?? Revolutionary. I would love to see it!
been seeing this tag on ao3 called âmutually unrequitedâ and i dont mean to nitpick but likeâŠ.thats notâŠ..what it meansâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
#like listen#henry makes an off-hand comment about the way regina looks at emma#which gets emma thinking#and like listen regina has been through a lot lately#and she so desperately wants to be near henry as well so#it just makes sense#its .. a kind gesture reqlly#meanwhile regina hears about the walsh disaster#and is like. ah. oh. oh honey#and like emma is doing so much for her#coming back#letting her see henry#and the poor woman deserves some good memories (dates) just to yk regain some self confidence#and regina is trying to redeem herself right so it only makes sense#besides better her than the pirate who surely doesnt have emmas best interest at heart#soooooooooo yeah#one witch stakeout feels like a date and they both just sorta run with it#and its walks in the harbour and then its drinks because emma has to get out of the loft just for an evening please give her a break#and then its dinner#and theyre both aware that they have to stop this eventually before they genuinely hurt the other person because thats not the plan#but like they find themselves enjoying the company and the talks and maybe theyre a little afraid of going back to hating each other#if they break it off now yk#so it just escalates from there and with the charmings looming on the left and the pirate on the right and henry pressing and wondering#it feels like theyve built a lie so elaborate that its kinda hard to get out of now and again THEY ENJOY IT SO MUCH#and then the time travel thing acts like a catalyst for them getting over the idiocy and just yk fuck it out or whatever#and then the last couple of lines is like 'cant believe i was about to miss out on this' and like 'what are you talking about'#and then they solve the mystery and laugh a lot and love a lot and the end <3#sq
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Not to be a total blue hair about this situation but it really sucks that food youtubers still heavily promote and praise chick-fil-a even when they know the kind of shit they support financially. They just completely forget the harm they've done to queer communities.
Everyone just assumes they stopped giving those donations back in like 2019 but was there not articles coming out after the pandemic about them going back to their old ways? (Shhh dont worry dont look into where the CEO's money is going shhhh shut up and eat your jesus chicken shhhhh)
#yes this is about a specific food youtuber#i enjoy his stuff for the most part but it is genuinely disheartening to see him rep them SO hard like dude............ really?#their chicken is literally just okay like you can have better from a number of other places AND we know their âsecret brineâ so come OOONNN#we dont need the homophobic chicken company stop sucking their dick!!!!#like their billionaire CEO was just personally donating to a christian fundie group thats been working to derail the equality act.#so they money ur giving these assholes is being syphoned up to the top and then sent out to republicans to Do Their Worst#that was just in 2021 !!!#they keep pulling the same âwell we are all for diversity and inclusion!!! jesus chicken supports YOU dont look at the ceo dont look at th-â#cant even boycott a fucking chicken company. this country sucks
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what fucking makes me want o rip my hair out when it comes to the security guy at work is that i'll even try to COMMUNICATE WITH HIM!!!!! (i know for people like us communication can be difficult & we often need specific clear wording and even then we have layers to peel back) When i cant tell if he's being sarcastic, i'll ask him genuinely, because as ive told him multiple times before the way he says things it literally cannot be interpreted as a joke (even neurotypicals at work have agreed with me in front of him) and always seems like he's being serious. i tell him this all the time and he acts like its fucking funny that im genuinely mad about the fact that he wont communicate back with me. Verbatim i have told him on multiple occasions "i genuinely cant tell when youre being sarcastic or making a joke because your tone is so flat and your face is so serious and deadpan and usually people will laugh or crack a smile a few seconds after the joke but you just stand there not expressing anything, even after i ask if its a joke because i genuinely cant tell"
YET HE CONTINUES TO FUCKING DO IT and then has the fucking GALL to laugh at me or call me gullible or naive when IM LITERALLY TRYING TO COMMUNICATE!!! bitch how tf am i supposed to know whats a joke and whats real when you act like im asking a fucking statue every time you say a lie or joke
#id give him the benefit of the doubt cause i know he's very autistic but doesnt know it#BUT BITCH I LITERALLY HAVE ASKED & TRIED TO COMMUNICATE. NO NUANCE. LITERAL CLEAR COMMUNICATION WITH NO ROOM FOR MISUNDERSTANDING#then he acted like i was fucking stupid for assuming he was lying when he said that he had dinner at tgi fridays with an astronaut#still gives me shit abt it like ''i think its funny that you thought that was a lie'' & i still stand by what i told him that day#''i assumed you were bs-ing bc idk about you but i personally dont know anyone who's actually met an astronaut & you said it like a joke''#IM SO SOS O SO SO T I R E D OF ALL MY COWORKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#not Cam tho. he's cool & at least i can tell when he's being sarcastic & he doesnt try to pull me into his guru cult#i cannot fucking WAIT for the other auditor to finally retire. she's going down to 3 days a week in july & full retirement in june 2025#and im fucking COUNTING the days. ive had to put up with her bs for two years now#and the security guard has been thinking about quitting the security company that our hotel contracts & i keep encouraging him to#as a ''friend''. i just keep saying that if he's not happy he should prioritize that cause he has to look out for himself cause work wont#see i can be nice & offer level-headed advice even if i cant fucking stand someone. really i just want his bigoted ass GONE#he talks about how K (my coworker) doesnt see shes in a cult & in the same breath he preaches to me that im wrong & were all born with sin#ive been SO WELL BEHAVED at work yall dont even know!!!!!#and theres no one to be proud of me for being so brave & so nice & so well-behaved!!!!#ripping tearinig biting evily with my fucking sharp teeth#emma rambles#emma rants#work tag#fuck my stupid baka life tbh
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I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.
I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.
It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.
There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.
#its just like idk i dont think Curly was a bad captain because we only have this scenerio and I certainly dont think a man like Swansea#would like him or have very little issues with him specifically if he was incompentent or too lienent in the past but I do think the stress#was making him worse and worse as being a present leader as it dawned on him how much he actually had to handle like I really think he#just wanted to do yknow normal captain pilot stuff and fly the ship and yknow the little stuff like make sure things run right and over tim#the constant stress and strain of having to make every major choice started to grate on him and freak him out cause they cant even fucking#eat unless he pulls out the scanner and starts cooking like he has to choose the meal likely or have a vote and i make that part of the#reason he seems so indecisive and inactive is the fact he has to make the choice all the time and he's hoping he can at least make the crew#feel a little more in control of themselves as people by staying out of affairs like the game or disputes because god he literally has to#choose for them all the time like thats a lot of responsibility monitering their sleep their breaks food consumption thats all on him like#it really should be another persons job entirely as thats almost like absoulte contrl over the lives of everyone else that PE forces onto#that title and its also crazy how everyone accepts it even if they dont like it like they broke the food machine open rather than get the#scanner they all waited two months before Jimmy appointed himself leader its so scary how conditioned they all are to the environemnt#cause that sort of mindset is sadly real where people just wait everyone just waited until it was getting real dire and then they still#followed Jimmy without too many complaints like i saw a fic or post where Anya acknowledges they all kinda just let Jimmy do what they want#because he became the captain and it was stupid on all their parts cause they could clearly see how bad he was and yet he was captain so#they just fell in line to their roles and thats a bigger point towards how PE treated them and the complacency capitalism brings to you#just like something that irks me because idk I know Curly is slow to act but he's not as like unopinionated as people make him out to be#like he does try to find solutions but they are still restricted at the end of the day by what PE provides them and I think his biggest c#crime is being in his own head too much and not giving Anya that emotional stability cause like idk man was he supposed to go to Home Depot#himself and install like padlocks? even if the let Anya sleep in medical after she pointed it out she was already pregnant at that point#like we arent seeing the inherent issue that no one not even Anya herself was thinking of the preventative measures because a)there was a#point nothing was happening that necessitated them b) it would've been the responsibility of PE to address them pre and post incident and c#there is only one person on the entire ship given the authority to do anything. You can not make multiple important choices in one instance#in such little time and Curly should not have had that total power like i think the most interesting thing in takes that really blame Curly#is that level of control they give him over the company. Like again i think about the three days we miss between the eval/party and the#convo/crash like i think people switch them around as if those scenes happen in succession when they are broken up and its heavily implied#Curly and Jimmy just havent been talking vs the depiction that she told him and for like three days Curly was just chummy despite the fact#Jimmy and him just had a blow out fight like the next time we assume they talk is during the crash sequence cause he honestly hangs#around Anya more which i think is really important because she trust Curly to defend her himself but not his judgement to give her somethin#to defend herself as she knows he believes her but also knows she's not seeing the danger the same and its heartbreaking and more
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So apparently KOSA (2024 edition) is getting either thrown out until next year or put into effect in six days. That was a guesstimate based on a different person saying that's when Congress is back in session and may be false.
Update that's going in the main post at the top: it has enough support to pass Congress.
It failed the last two times because people were voting against it.
This time, KOSA has traction among the pro-LGBTQ parties. Because nobody is fucking calling their bullshit and screaming from the rooftops that calling it the "Kids Online Safety Act" is misleading.
What will it passing do?
Nothing much, only prevent any education on LGBTQIA+ (it's that stupid fucking argument about us grooming kids again), shut down nearly every fandom space on the internet, and make it required for most big tech companies to have your ID.
Want to have resources for kids to discover their identity readily available? Yes? Then fucking speak up against this stupid fucking bill.
Fandom spaces like Tumblr, Twitter (? I thought the MAGA assholes liked Musk?), Tiktok, Archive Of Our Own, and any other website that hosts fanfic or fanart? Either shut down permanently, forced to uproot to a different country and down for a while (best case scenario, and they likely won't be able to send any data, and therefore fanfics, to the US), or gutted so that you only get to put G rated cishet ships on there, if any shipping at all. How to avoid that? I've already said it: Call your fucking representatives.
Want to avoid the fucking dystopic task of being legally obligated to give big tech your government issue ID? Again, cause an uproar. Call your goddamned representatives.
If they can pass this, the ripple effects could be catastrophic.
So, for fuck's sake, any Americans that can impact this stupid fucking bill and see this? Do everything in your power to shut it down because you have until February twenty sixth (26th) to send this bill back to where it belongs.
And if you can't do that? Reblog, copy my tags, and boost the signal.
Sorry not sorry for ranting, making you scroll through that, and swearing a probably excessive amount, but KOSA is a bill with a GLOBAL IMPACT being passed by ONE COUNTRY because some old people are scared of two guys with who were told they were girls kissing within five hundred miles of a child. Fuck this shit, I shouldn't have to worry about bad bills in America but I fucking do because I use the internet and would like to avoid mass censorship. Fuck this, fuck conservatives, and fuck the fact that some boomers make your country's policies.
Now, if you won't mind me, I'm going to be up until three in the morning downloading fanfiction or copying and pasting them into a a text file if I can't so I can read them by the end of the week.
#kids online safety act#media preservation#kosa#kosa bill#ao3#archive of our own#tumblr#tumblr meta#fandom psa#fandom spaces#fandom#important#psa#bad internet bills#twitter#internet censorship#internet#very important post#anti censorship#anti conservative#signal boost#fanfic#fanfiction#<- these tags are relevant because they will be lost for god knows how long if this stupid bill passes#stop kosa#stop kids online safety act#tiktok#i don't like that one but censorship is censorship dammit and it's on the list
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⧠Manipulative best friend!Logan with a corruption kink
warnings: smut 18+, this is not a dark fic, Logan isnât truly manipulative but we have a very naive/innocent/inexperienced reader; first time masturbation, JOI, handjob, fingering (in front of a mirror), first kiss, pet names (bub, baby, my girl, good girl), Logan doesnât always fully ask for consent but if he did reader would want it, so those are the type of vibes, Logan takes advantage of the situation but reader is into him too, itâs implied that reader is a mutant too but powers are not specified, mentions of alcohol, reader wears Loganâs (big) shirt, Logan is a bit grossÂ
This kind of got out of hand lmaoo it was just supposed to just be a short concept but I ended up writing 5.5k words lolll. Itâs not a fully fleshed out fic (itâs in full sentences etc but still just kind of loosely written scenes) but I thought Iâd still share <33 (gorgeous divider by @anitalenia <3)
Logan knows he wants you from the moment he meets you. He knows he needs you the second you come to the mansion and join the school. But youâre so shy and nervous that he doesnât want to overwhelm you, so he tells himself heâll wait for a bit and let you get used to your new life here first.Â
What he isnât expecting is that you become really good friends in the meantime. Yes, he still wants to fuck you but he also genuinely enjoys your company and cares about you. Logan has a big, fat crush on you and thereâs not really anything he wonât do in order to be closer to you.
But the problem is that youâre so innocent and he canât tell if itâs an act, if you just donât like talking about sex in front of other people, or if youâre really like this.Â
He hears you talking to Storm and Jean one night and Storm is trying to convince you to get a vibrator and youâre asking âwhat would I need that for? I donât⊠yâknowâ. Storm says âyou donât what? Masturbate?â.
Logan knows exactly what shy expression youâre making even though he canât see you, and youâre all like âoh my god, donât say it that loudâ. And he knows your pretty face must be getting all hot with embarrassment and the thought alone turns Logan on to no end. Itâs quiet for a bit and Logan gathers that Jean reads your mind, and she confirms to Storm that youâre not lying. Â
Logan can only hear the conversation because heâs in the kitchen and youâre all in the room next to it, but some students come in so he canât keep eavesdropping, as much as he wants to. And he knows thereâs no way youâre continuing the conversation if heâs in the room, so he has to give up for the night. He tries to ask Storm the next day about what you said and she just calls him a pervert and says to ask you himself if he wants to know so badly.Â
But thatâs kind of the thing. Heâs become your best friend over the last few months, but there are still some things youâd never tell him just because heâs a guy, even if you donât see him as more than a friend. Yet.
And Logan only gets more desperate when youâre drunk one evening after a girlâs night and youâre knocking at his door. Itâs really late but Logan lets you in of course. Youâre crying a bit and he makes you sit in his bed and takes off your shoes and slides off your jacket while you hiccup something unintelligible.Â
He sits down with you and you can barely focus on what youâre saying, and then you get up mumbling about your uncomfortable tights and your skirt and suddenly youâre in front of him in just a top and panties. Logan has to gulp down a moan as he stares at the flesh of your thighs and the rolls on your belly and all he can think about is devouring you whole â until he hears you mention the conversation with Storm and Jean from the other day, âwait, what was that?â
You pout, âWell I was talking to them and turns out apparently Iâm the only woman in the world that doesnât masturbate andâ and Jean went home to Scott, and Storm went home with someone she met at the bar and Iâve never even done anything with a guy, not even with myself. I just feel left behind.â
And Logan tells you something about how youâre just a late bloomer and thereâs still time, because thatâs what he thinks you want to hear, but you tell him itâs condescending. You donât want to be a late bloomer, you just want to have sex. And ohâ Logan can help you with that.
He has to do his absolute best to keep calm and not mount you immediately, but youâre drunk so thatâs whatâs stopping him. He might manipulate you a little to get what he wants but heâs not that bad. He asks âyou donât like touching yourself?â And you just shrug and say âdunnoâ.Â
âYou never feel an ache between your legs?â Logan asks, keeping so calm itâs painful. And he can practically feel the heat melting off your face at the question as your eyes dart around the room, âI donât know, sometimesâ.
 âAnd you donât touch yourself?â
You shrug again, looking everywhere but at Logan, âI never really know what people mean when they say that. I, like, touch myself and it feels nice but thatâs it.âÂ
Logan smiles, âhow long do you touch yourself for?âÂ
âI donât know, a few seconds.â
And he chuckles and says âitâs normal that you donât get anywhere in a few seconds, bub.âÂ
âOh. I didnât know that,â you manage to meet his eyes briefly but look away again as you sit on your hands shyly.
âYou ever watched porn?â Logan asks and your eyes go wide as if heâs just committed the worst sin known to womankind in front of you and you hug your legs and say ânoo, I would never. Iâm not, like, a pervert.â
Logan laughs, âPorn isnât just for perverts. Thereâs more to it than choking and bondage, thereâs tame stuff.â You just say âwell Iâve never watched any.âÂ
âMaybe you should.â
âMaybe, I donât know.âÂ
He can tell youâre getting a bit ashamed and while he would love to train that shame out of you when it comes to sex, now isnât the time when youâre drunk in his bed at 2AM.Â
âYou wanna go to sleep?â He asks, failing to resist giving a small squeeze to your knee. Your eyes fly to his hand there, gaze lingering on his fingers even as he pulls them away. You nod after a few moments, and Logan reaches out to wipe away the remnants of your tears and says âyou wanna sleep in my bed? We could cuddleâ.Â
You grin like a child whoâs just tried ice cream for the first time at his suggestion and he gives you a bigger shirt of his so you donât have to sleep in that small, tight top youâre wearing. You pull off your top without warning and then heâs looking at you in just your underwear and he feels like heâs died and ascended to heaven even though heâs probably more likely to go to hell with the thoughts heâs having about you right now.Â
You cast a shy glance over your shoulder as you undo your bra and Logan wills himself to shut his eyes, putting his hand over them because he knows otherwise heâd look.
He only wants to fuck you more when he sees you in his shirt though, and heâll definitely have to go to the bathroom to jerk off once youâve fallen asleep. Except that you snuggle against his side so cutely, head resting on his shoulder with a leg thrown over his.Â
Youâre fast asleep before he can even say good night and when he moves to get up you move closer, and now heâs got your plush tits pressed up against his side and your arm over his waist. A tent has formed in his pants and he feels pathetic that heâs measuring the distance between your elbow and his crotch, silently willing you to move just a few inches.Â
Heâs so horny that heâd feel no moral qualms at jerking off right next to you. Heâd cum so quickly with you pressed to his side, but he wouldnât know how to explain it if you woke up. He doesnât want to scare you away. So he pulls away to get up, and you wake up and whine when he stands up, telling you he just has to pee to which you grumble, and you grab his pillow to cuddle with instead.Â
He jerks off shamelessly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His spit slicked-palm is starting to get loud as he strokes his cock to thoughts of you, but he doesnât care if you hear. You probably wouldnât know what heâs doing anyway with how innocent you are.Â
He doesnât even have to fantasise about any sexual scenario with you. Thinking about the pretty smile you have whenever you look at him is enough to have his fists drenched in his cum as he jerks himself off with both hands to stroke his entire length.Â
He canât hold back the small moan that spills over his lips when he cums, torn between hoping you heard and hoping you didnât. Logan washes his hands and rejoins you in bed.Â
He takes a moment before he slips under the covers, taking in the sight of you in his bed, imagining youâre his and that itâs the norm for you to sleep together rather than an exception. You stir as the mattress dips with his weight, swapping the pillow of his that was clutched between your arms for his bicep that you hold onto instead. Youâre way too gone to have heard any of what he just did, and for a moment he feels dirty for thinking about you the way that he does.Â
It doesnât last long, of course, as he dreams of you most nights. He canât feel bad about it though â heâll take any dream over one of his nightmares (that he hasnât had since he met you). And if heâs honest it turns him on how innocent and unsuspecting you are of what goes on in his head when he thinks of you.Â
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You wake up still wrapped around his body the next morning. You have a headache and Logan brings you something to soothe it, offering to massage your stiff neck too. You sigh in bliss as soon as Loganâs hands are on you, and he reminds himself that you must be touch-starved. Youâve never touched yourself, let alone felt the touch of another person that went beyond platonic or familial affection.Â
He revels in the sounds he pulls from you with ease with the most basic massaging technique there is. He never wants to leave. He started off hovering over the back of your thighs, but heâs been making his way forwards and now his crotch is nestled right against the soft swell of your ass. You either donât notice that heâs slowly moved or you donât realise what exactly is pressing into your backside.Â
Itâs obvious that youâre enjoying his hands on the back of your neck and the top of your shoulders; he doubts thereâs anything that could distract you from it. Except if he got hard maybe, but heâs got more self control since he jerked off in the bathroom again after waking up with morning wood and with you by his side, just before he brought you some painkillers.Â
âYouâre so good with your hands, Logan,â you tell him, voice all raspy, and he smirks at the innuendo you donât realise youâre making.Â
âItâs what my girl deserves,â he says, pulling a smile and a hum from your lips.Â
âIâm your girl?â you ask shyly, eyes still closed as his knuckles drag over your skin.Â
âOâcourse you are, bub.â Heâs not sure in what way you interpret the pet name but he can tell you like it, hearing how your heartbeat speeds up just that little bit. You like being his, and he likes that.Â
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Itâs during a particularly horny evening that Logan comes to your room. Heâs jerked off twice today to pictures of you â pictures heâs snuck over the time heâs known you, you smiling as you laugh at a tv show, stretching on the sofa not realising that heâs got his phone out, or that one photo of you smiling all shyly on the day you first met him and he showed you around the mansion. Jean asked to take a picture to commemorate the day you joined them, and he remembers the way he slid his arm around the back of your waist and you placed your hand shyly on his back, smiling all adorably.Â
Heâs got a picture of you in a bikini from that one time you two went swimming but he keeps that for special occasions. Today was one of those special occasions, and he came all over his phone screen, cursing when he had to clean it afterwards; he even had to get the phone case off and all.Â
But you still wonât leave his head for even just a second, so he decides itâs time for the next step. He doesnât want to overwhelm you with anything, but he also just really wants you. Canât help it. Heâs a selfish man but any man would be if he knew you the way Logan did. He knocks at your door. âYeah?â you call out.Â
You grin when he steps in and closes the door behind himself. You stretch out your arms for a hug to greet him, even though you only saw him a few hours ago. He joins you where youâre sitting on your bed with your laptop. Logan turns the screen towards him, hoping to find something naughty but he should have known better. Itâs just some video essay on a topic heâs never even heard of. He shuts the laptop.Â
âYou know, Iâve been thinking,â you tell him, genuinely focussed, âIf Iâm your girl then what are you to me? My boy sounds weird, and my man.. I donât know.â
He almost forgot that he called you his girl to your face, and he smirks when he imagines you thinking about it these past few days. He lies down on his side, invading your space, almost touching you with how close he is next to you.
 âI can be anything you like, bub.âÂ
You shrug shyly, âMaybe youâre just my Logan.âÂ
Heâs surprised at how much that turns him on. You being his, thatâs one thing. But him being yours? Those two things go hand-in-hand, of course, but he thought you were still a long way off from liking him as much as he likes you.Â
It encourages him to ask you what heâs been thinking about for days. He says it casually. âSo, had any success touching yourself?â He uses that tame expression so that youâre less embarrassed.
Still, your eyes widen slightly and you immediately start playing with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âYou know what I mean,â he smirks, âDonât gotta be embarrassed around me. Weâve been over this.â Although, for a second he wonders if you even remember the conversation. You were drunk after all, and he considers feeling bad, but then you smile.Â
âI know, but⊠I havenât tried it since. Iâve thought about it but I still donât know what to do.â Heâs got you right where he wants.Â
âYâknow, I donât mind showing you. You deserve to feel good.âÂ
You look away, âWhat would you even show me? And how? Guys are different down there.â Oh, youâre so innocent. Heâs having so much fun.Â
âI could touch you.â He watches you experience a multitude of emotions as you think about it. Shame, intrigue, resolve.Â
âWouldnât that be weird for you?âÂ
âNot at all, donât worry about me.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âIâm sure, bub.âÂ
You look around you, putting your laptop and your phone on your nightstand, âWhat do I do?â you ask, playing with the blanket.Â
âIâll just touch you a bit, okay? Just get you used to the feeling,â he tells you, both of you sitting up and he pulls your legs around his waist, gently touching all over your inner thighs, squeezing the flesh.
Youâre already arching your back, scooting closer to him, and he lifts your shirt up over your hip and sees the wet spot on your panties. Heâs not sure if you notice how hard he is under his sweatpants but no one could blame him for that. Youâre getting so worked up and he hasnât even touched you anywhere near your pussy, youâre breathing so heavily and your heart is beating so fast.
âYâwant a kiss, bub?â Logan asks you all sweetly, and you lean in as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your lips on his are messy but eager, and Logan loves that he can feel that itâs your first kiss. You donât know what youâre doing but you need it â need him.Â
But he has to stop at some point because itâs getting harder to not fuck you, so he gently pulls away, and you grin shyly when the kiss is over. Logan leans in one more time for a quick kiss. He pushes you backwards a bit and looks between your spread thighs. Youâre so wet. Youâre squirming under his gaze.
âCan I take these off?â he asks, tugging at the waistband of your panties and your breathing gets shaky when his finger grazes your belly. You bite your lip and nod.
âGood girl,â he says, pulling your underwear down your thighs with one hand, eyes glued to your pussy. Youâre so wet and sticky already, and your pussy looks even better than anything heâs imagined â and heâs imagined it a lot.
He wants nothing more than to fuck you, or eat you out at least, but heâs supposed to be showing you how to masturbate, so he lies down next to you.
âSo, if you were alone, you might touch yourself like this.â He takes his hand between your thighs, softly touching your clit. Youâre leaning into him, head against his shoulder as you watch his big hand between your thighs. It looks so right there. You look to your side and gaze up at Logan, and you canât help but just kiss him again.
And while youâre kissing, Logan puts his palm on your pussy and starts rubbing you a bit rougher, and you become too distracted to keep kissing him.
âYou like when I play with your clit?â he teases you and you nod, hiding your face in his neck. Logan moves down to fuck one of his fingers into you, then two, and youâre whimpering against his warm skin. With his palm still rubbing against your clit, you have your first ever orgasm with Logan and you hold onto him as the pleasure flows through your body.
He keeps going until you put your hand around his wrist to stop him and you shyly smile up at him. âWas that good, bub?âÂ
You answer with a weak âyeahâ, your voice hoarse but youâre smiling and your skin is glowing. Logan pulls his hand away and shows you how your arousal sticks to his fingers, and your eyes search his because youâre not sure if this is a good or bad thing.
Your mouth opens when Logan takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks your taste off them. âTaste so fucking good, baby. You wanna taste yourself?â And he waits patiently until youâve made your mind up but you nod and let him put one of his fingers into your warm, wet mouth. You suck on it for much longer than necessary and Logan tries to save the image in his brain for later.
He holds you for a bit as you comprehend that youâve just had an orgasm for the first time in your life. You shyly thank him before he leaves and he makes you promise that youâll try it again by yourself soon. That was the whole point of this, after all â nothing to do with Logan or anything.
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Logan thought heâd be satisfied for a bit, but all itâs done is make him even needier for you. Youâre so oblivious to all his flirting, and heâs sure you genuinely thought he just wanted to show you how to masturbate the other day.Â
Of course, he could just ask you out, but itâs more fun this way. He likes watching you figure stuff out. He wonders how long itâll take you to realise that he actually likes you, that teaching you how to jerk off maybe wasnât only in your best interest but in his too.
Heâs a bit pathetic when it comes to you at this point, though. As much as heâs teasing you, itâs also teasing him. Itâs a bit of a low point, but he pretends to be in a bad mood to get your attention.
You come to his room in the late afternoon when you havenât seen him all day, and youâre so kind and so caring and immediately worried when you see him sprawled in bed in his pyjamas that consist of grey sweatpants and a white shirt.
âYou okay? What happened?â you close the door and sit on his bed immediately.
Logan fake sighs, suppressing a smile as he pouts exaggeratedly. âNothing, bub. Donât you worry about me.â He squeezes your knee to reassure you, and he watches you perk up at his touch.
âYou know you can always talk to me,â you smile kindly, and he wants to kiss you so badly. He doesnât usually talk about emotions and feelings all that much, but youâre always trying to get him to open up because itâs good for him, so he knows heâs got you with this.
âIâm just feeling a bit down today. Thatâs all. Donât wanna bother you with my problems.â
âYouâre not bothering me. Iâm always here for you.â
He watches you gnawing on your lip as you think about what to say next, and Logan waits curiously. âHave you uh, jerked off today? I think an orgasm would cheer anyone up, if it feels as good as you made me feel the other day.â
And Loganâs all like âIâve tried but itâs been so long since a woman touched me, and my own hand just isnât doing it for me anymore.â
He gets hard immediately when you perk up, smiling with your sweet expression and saying, âI could help you! I hate seeing you so sadâ.
And Logan pretends, saying âno, bub, Iâd never ask that of you,â but you sit up on your knees and say âI really wouldnât mind! And I owe you for last time anyway.â
âIf youâre really sure?âÂ
You nod sweetly and brush your hair out of your face and ask, âwhere do you want me?â
And even just you asking that is something that will stay in his mind for a long time. He feels like youâd do anything he asked of you right now and itâs already driving him crazy. He says âjust next to me here, bub. Yeah there is fineâ.Â
You lean in to kiss him and he only pulls away out of surprise, and youâre blinking back at him with wide eyes, apologising, âItâs just cause you kissed me last time, I thoughtâ I thought itâs part ofââ
âYeah, baby, it is. Just didnât know if you wanted to kiss me again.â
You give him a cheeky smile and nod, âof course I wanna kiss you. Youâre my best friend. Iâd do anything for youâ.Â
Logan grins and bites his lip and says âme too, bubâ, and leans in and kisses you again, basically attacking you with his mouth. He can tell itâs getting a little much for you with the way heâs eating you alive so he stops himself and asks âwas that too much?âÂ
You shake your head, âjust donât know how to kiss like that yet.â And he likes that. Yet. Maybe he can sneak in some kissing lessons at some point, just to show you how itâs done of course, no other reason.Â
You look down at his lap then and itâs obvious how hard he is. âYâwanna you touch it like this first?â he asks you, grabbing himself over his sweatpants, the outline becoming clearer.
And you nod so eagerly, but get a bit shy when youâre touching his cock, one of your knees pulled up to your chest as you palm him over his sweatpants. âItâs so big,â you marvel, oblivious to how much this is affecting Logan.
âYou wanna see?â
You tell him yes and he pulls the waistband down, and you lean closer when he wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself just a few times to relieve the pressure.Â
You bring a finger to his mouth like he did for you the other day, and he chuckles, âthat wonât be enough, bubâ. Your cheeks burn when you say âohâ.
âHere,â he moves your hand so your open palm is facing him and he spits into it.
âNow do this,â Logan tells you, taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock, guiding you up and down with your spit-slicked palm. You watch in awe as you jerk him off, his hand never leaving the back of yours.
He could cum immediately like this, but he tries to savour the feeling a bit longer.
âDoes it feel good?â you ask him.
âYeah, doing so well, bub. Think you can do it by yourself?â
You shake your head with a smile. Yes, you could do it by yourself, but you like the feeling of him guiding you, setting the pace and intensity. He grins and continues, squeezing your hand tighter so that your grip on his cock tightens too.
Logan lets you jerk him off a bit longer before he gives in. Heâs proud of you for not pulling away in surprise when he cums, coating your hand and his in his cum as ropes of white shoot over your skin and onto his shirt. He lets go of your hand to pull off his shirt and watches you examine your hand full of Loganâs cum.
âCan I taste it?â you ask in a quiet voice, and Logan just about gets hard again.
âYeah,â he tells you, but pushes his own fingers into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his two fingers and suck the cum off, and Logan canât help but push them further into your mouth, making you giggle. You pull his hand away after a bit, only to lick your own fingers. He uses the clean part of his shirt to dry your hand off after, and you lie down to cuddle him.
âDo you feel better?â
Logan chuckles, âYeah, bub, I feel better. Thanks.â
âGood,â you grin, proud of yourself. Loganâs proud of you too.
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Itâs still the same day when you come to his room the next time. You left after a bit to go to sleep, but now there are knocks on Loganâs door that he recognises as yours before you say anything.
You enter his room in your pyjamas â a big shirt â and some fluffy socks, a plushie under your arm. You look so oh so innocent that he almost feels bad for corrupting you. You come in, close the door, and sit on his bed again, legs dangling off the side of it. He could really get used to you being in here.
âCanât sleep?â He asks, but you ignore him, hugging your plushie for comfort.
 âI⊠can you maybeâŠâ you let out a sigh, âI tried to masturbate but I canât do it by myself. Can you show me again?âÂ
Maybe youâre not so innocent anymore. He chuckles and tells you of course, and heâs starting to wonder if youâve caught on to the game that heâs playing, and if youâve joined him, but heâd still bet money that you really are this naive. Logan pulls his full length mirror in front of his bed, not too close, but close enough that you can see yourself in it.Â
He moves to lift your shirt to get your panties off, and his heart skips a beat as heâs greeted by the sight of your bare pussy, already glistening.
âIt was easier to come with them already off,â you say, and he reaaally has to restrain himself so he doesn't bend you over and take you right here.
You drop your stuffed toy to the side of Loganâs bed as he sits you in front of the mirror, getting behind you, putting his legs either side of you.
âGod, youâre so pretty.â He canât stop himself from saying it as he makes you look at yourself in the mirror, legs spread.
âI donât know if I can do this, Logan,â you say, shying away from looking in the mirror.
âYou can do it, bub. I got you, okay?â
Youâve turned around to look at him better, and he chuckles when he gets it.
âIs this what you need?â he asks as he leans in to kiss you, and you moan yes into his mouth. He loves you so fucking much.
His dick is already so hard and heâs not sure if you can feel it pressing into your ass, but either way youâre not complaining. He takes your chin to make you face yourself in the mirror, and he canât get enough of seeing you two in it together â the way heâs sitting behind you like this, imagining other positions you two could be in.
âHere,â he pushes his finger into your mouth, even though youâre already wet enough, watching you suck on it eagerly. His finger stays in your mouth much longer than necessary.
He starts gently rubbing your clit in circles, and you squirm in his arms that are around you, one on your waist, the other between your legs.
âI did that too, but it feels better when you do it,â you mumble after a while, clearly enjoying it but unsure what you were doing wrong when you did it yourself.
âTry it.â Logan takes your hand, and makes you do it yourself. Youâre squirming with him watching you like this, but it is useful to sit in front of the mirror, copying how he played with your pussy just moments ago.
Loganâs not blind to how wet you are, at having him watching and guiding you, and he canât help it as he reaches into his boxers to jerk off. He doesnât get his cock out but heâs not hiding it. You can see the movement of his arm in the mirror and you might even be able to feel it at your back, as Loganâs fist grazes your shirt every now and then as he strokes himself.
But youâre so focussed on looking between your own legs that Logan is genuinely not sure if youâve noticed him jerking off, and the sounds of your wet pussy are louder than his hand on his cock.
âI⊠I canât,â you whine after a bit, taking your hand away from your pussy, but Logan is close, and he wants you to cum too.
He keeps jerking off, and he sees you noticing it, sitting up a bit taller but you donât seem to mind. Youâre smiling, biting your lip.
âYeah, you can, baby. Here, weâll do it together.â He keeps a hand on his cock, reaching around you to put your hand back between your legs, and then he pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, fucking you with them.
âYou close, bub? Iâm close,â he says, and the idea of cumming together with Logan makes your pussy squeeze around his fingers, so you do your best to recreate the pattern on your clit that Logan showed you, rubbing it in circles until you get the right angle.
âGood girl, thatâs it. So tight around my fingers. Come on now.â Loganâs so close he has no idea how heâs still holding off, sloppily jerking his cock with one hand and fucking your pussy with his fingers on the other hand.
You lean your head back, landing on Loganâs shoulder, as your orgasm pulses through you. Logan can feel your pussy spasming around him, and he lets go too, cumming over his hand and his boxers.
Youâre both out of breath for a while after, barely moving.
âYâdid it, bub,â he kisses the top of your head, and you smile at him through the mirror, turning to press a messy kiss to the side of his face. He wonât take that though, so he grabs your face, smearing some of his cum on your cheek, and pulls you to face him for a proper kiss. You smile against his mouth as you make out.
You sleep in his room again that night, but he canât say it feels like you know that he likes you yet. Heâll have fun watching you figure it out soon.
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This is why any Jason "reforming", "going good", "redemption" arc never achieve to amuse me. Because I don't think a guy killing a nazi is wrong, I don't think killing abusers, managing drug dealing (because let's be honest drug dealing will stay around as long as they let rich people and the STATE make money from it.).
Hell, I want dc to convince me is wrong, to tell me why is wrong, I want have this though process be challenged.
Without bringing Batman's point of view.
I don't give a a single fuck. About what Batman think. I don't give a shit if he doesn't approve it. Batman in the end of the day no matter how many time he emulates poverty and lacking experiences. It still as it is. An "emulation" a "test", a "experience" he could snap his fingers and it's over. Batman has no idea how it is grow up with lacking, or with crime at his next door.
And thats okay.
It's one aspects of his core personality. He doesn't know, he didn't experience. But he cares. He cherish human life, he cherish second chances he is a good man who believe in the goodness of mankind. And there's nothing wrong with that.
Batman is a super-hero. He was born one at that alley at 8 years old and he's going to die like that.
He doesn't get it, he never experienced. But he cares, so he tries, he tries to emulate, he tries to understand and he tries to help.
Jason on the other hand had a totally different experience. And Jason on the other hand had to work with what he got. And what he learned. He had the opportunity to experience and see the system from different sides.
And this is why I think of him (even though I don't say that much or that often here) as a fucking warrior. Jason operates in Gotham the same way soldiers operates in their missions. He strategies, he fights and he plans based on crime fighting and crime management. He saw a system with flaws and it tries to eliminate the core problems of it. If that means he'll have to work as the bad guy and put some people down while on it too bad.
It doesn't matter because rather than Batman (who works from every piece and small action and person involved matter) Jason sees the big picture and works from there.
Different lines of work, different point of views.
Batman is there to save people and arrest criminals.
RedHood is there to fight crime and terminate nuisances. He will save people, he will kill people whoever the plan he's making leads him.
He very rarely thinks about the small and common moments and/or people involved (for better or for worst.)
If we're comparing Jason todd is much closer to the way Wonder Woman fights crime (moral code) than Batman.
The same way Nightwing is closes to Superman moral code than Batman.
But both of them (obviously work from their dad, Batman technics).
Jason isn't a broken man, there's nothing to fix. My guy is not out there shooting blindly. He has a other way to work things.
And if we aren't trying to fix Wonder Woman, we aren't trying to fix Batwoman and we aren't trying to fix every warrior/anti-hero/hero who kills under the sun. Tell me why on hell are we trying to fix Jason Todd?
The batfamily gets doomed from start when you try to analize them, their work and their lives from an extention of Batman's character.
That's why Grayson's arc is the most compelling and complete and in the moment they (dc writers) decided to pull him back it went backwards.
You can't hire writers who don't want or don't try to understand the characters point of view to write them. It's just stupid. And you can't just start working from the fix-it point of view when theres nothing to fix.
I've said that before and I'll say it again.
Jason Todd didn't came from a rejected character, to a villain, to one of the most known and beloved characters fr the Batfamily from nothing.
Know you fucking audience and work from there.
Hire writers who care and understand the characters audience and work from there.
Y'all (dc) got him popular with under the red hood and then get :0 surprised when the readers don't give a fuck when it deviates from there.
It's just some of us like to see nazi's getting killed. Is that a crime???? Is that the point comics got??? Y'all afraid of killing a nazi???
Like it's literally the comic roots, it's literally what got many of us on board???
Mf get proud in being "dark and gritty" and then piss their pants about get a little of killin in the pages but yet refuses to confront the moral of that.
Dc is literally hiring the equivalent of 12 year olds playing with action figures and barbie dolls and I'm getting tired of this shit.
They either reform this mf, keep him as and anti-hero, make him a bland of both (all of that without batman) or stop complaining about the down sales or trying to gaslight us that the character isn't popular anymore.
I look at Jason Todd in Under the Hood and I see a young man from a marginalized background using his unique perspective and skill set to:
âCreate job opportunities.
âActively employ felons.
âTake a stand against the billionaires who believe they run his hometown.
Also, he kills a Nazi.
#Jason todd did nothing wrong if you don't care about batman morals yknow#I refuse be gadlighted by Jason Todd's arc by the same company who tried to make me feel bad for the fucking joker#half of dc kills stop crying and give us another solo red hood comic#and keep the bat away from thw king#'but he kills đđđ' babe it's 2023 y'all made clark kent a killer you not going to make me care anymore#'b-but b-b-batman' batman hangs out with two face on the weekends constantly forgives and laughs with joker is bestie with wonder woman#forgave dictator-clark-kent-super-man and is besties with harley quinnzel who kills for fun#he's going to be fine#you either recognize that jason's a kid and make his FATHER act like a fucking father#not a cop#not discount punisher#OR work from the side that Jason Todd is a grown as man and make batfossil mind his own business#what you goin to do old man ground him gtfoh#Jason Todd#Under the Hood#batman#q rants#long post
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CANâT TOUCH ME LIKE GOJO
what gojo does when heâs jealous
cw - gojo uses red as a punishment, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, riding, teasing, kinda toxic gojo idk, bratty reader, rough gojo
Gojo was making you mad, beyond livid. He had brought you to this stuffy gala full of his balding colleagues and ditched you! You found solace in the bar holding an aperol spritz staring at your husband. He was beautifully dressed cream suit with a million dollar smile as he talks to his coworkers about business.
He hasnât even thrown you a glance since he left your side. Normally you would still be next to him acting as arm candy but for whatever reason he left you to drink your sorrows. You assumed you would be stuck there for another hour or two with nothing to do. Until Hiromi Higuruma approached you. A man you had no idea was even distantly related to Gojos company.
âMrs.Gojo, a pleasure seeing you somewhere besides with Satoru,â The man teases.
âHiromi! Are you here to save me from this awful night?â It seems the lord has answered your prayers.
âYouâre not enjoying yourself? Doesnât Gojo normally keep by him at all times?â He asks, taking a seat next to you.
âSomethingâs up with him I guess, Iâve barely seen him all night and itâs horrible!â You complain.
âOh sweetheart, how could he possibly treat someone as pretty as you like that?â He moves a piece of your hair out of your face and stares at you.
âI know! I mean he invited me here, and then has the audacity to leave me,â You pout to him.
âFor the record, I would never treat you like that,â he smiles at you.
You look over at Gojo and he still isnât looking in your direction. You decide to tease both the men a little more.
âReally? Do you promise âRomi?â You give him your best doe eyes and touch his bicep.
âOn my life, sweetheart,â You both smile at each other.
In the corner of your eye you see a head of white hair coming toward you. Panic sets in but you canât help but rub your legs together. You continue putting your hands on Higurumas chest to further instigate the situation.
âBabe, there you are! Iâve been looking all over for you,â Gojo pulls the back of your stool so you canât touch Higuruma anymore and he wraps a large hand around your waist, âHiguruma, youâre also here.â
âI was just talking to your gorgeous wife Gojo. After you left her alone to talk to those gross executives,â Higuruma says.
Gojos jaw clenched and he squeezed your waist. His look of disgust apparent on his face.
âI think itâs about time my wife and I leave. Should I call you a cab Higuruma?â Gojo says.
âIâll be alright,â Higuruma laughs.
Gojo pulls you away from the bar and quickly takes you away from the party. He ignores everyone asking where heâs going or trying to talk to him. Immediately as he reaches the car he opens and slams the door for you. He doesnât speak a single word on the way home, despite your efforts to start conversation.
As you reach your home heâs immediately getting you through the door and up the stairs, he shoves you onto the bed as he removes his jacket. You hear him muttering swears under his breath.
âDo you enjoy being a slut who pisses me off? Hm? I mean really, what possibly do you get out of this?â He starts to undo the first few buttons of his shirt before he grabs your chin.
âI asked you a fucking question,â He growls at you.
âYou left me! You left me all alone! I donât know what you wanted from me, to just sit there twiddling my thumbs until you came back?â You argue at him, giving a big pout.
âWhat I donât want is for you flirting with that piece of shit in front of everyone? You know how embarrassing that is, not only for me, but for you?!â He slips off his boxers to reveal his semi hard cock.
He pulls you up and puts you on your knees. Heâs on his back and your face is inches away from his cock. But before you can wrap your lips around him something stops you. A force you canât describe, red. He activated his repelling force to punish you.
Youâre confused, upset, even angry at him. His usual punishment involves him overstimulating you but apparently not this time. You try to get past the barrier, using all your might to touch his cock. Yet nothing works, heâs the strongest after all.
âWhat did he call you?â He asks you, releasing red for you until you almost touch him, then activating it again.
âSweetheartâŠâ you whisper to him.
âAnd you fucking let him. Thatâs the part that pisses me off the most. I know he canât have you, fuck, he knows it. But it doesnât seem like you do,â He says back, piercing blue eyes scanning your face.
You crawl on top of him, the barrier between your pussy and his cock still apparent. You try desperately to grind down on him to no avail. Tears start to form in your eyes but Gojo doesnât seem to care.
âYou want it inside you, sweetheart? Or do you want âRomi?â He mocks you.
âYOU! I just wanted your attention, promise! I got so mad you left me by myself. See?! All i want is you,â You whine as Gojo smiles at you.
In a moment the red hue turns blue and you get sucked down onto his perfectly aligned cock. Youâre stuck to him like a magnet. His size makes you scream and want to pull away, but you canât. As soon as you pull away youâre sucked back onto him, you thought torture wasnât supposed to be addicting.
âFuck Higuruma, fuck him and all the stupid guys there. You thought i wasnât paying attention to you? I wanted you so fucking bad I had to stay away or else youâd be on the floor with my cock inside you,â He grunts, hands gripping your waist.
âToru! Itâs too much!â Youâre full on sobbing at this point, legs shaking and body sweaty.
âYou donât want him right? It was just to make me mad, right baby?â He asks you desperately, his hair falling perfectly in front of his eyes.
âYes! I just wanted you to fuck me, I swear,â You squeal.
His hips rut into your sloppy cunt as both of you moan and pant like two bunnies in heat. His fingers expertly tease your clit and he sucks blue and red hickies on every part of your body. Heâs holding you as close as possible. His thrusts get sloppy and his moans get slutty.
âGonna cum inside you baby, gonna fill my pussy up everyoneâs gonna fucking know youâre mine,â He says in your ear.
âIâm gonna-â Before you can even finish your sentence you pulse around his cock cumming so hard you see black.
He follow not long after, spurting hot ropes of cum inside you. He gets as deep as possible to ensure nothing slips out. He releases the technique and you fall on top of his chest, breathing like you just ran a marathon.
âHoly shit baby, that was so good,â He says, smiling.
âYeah⊠i wanna take a bath,â you look up at him.
âOkay my love, just promise me one thing. Never make me jealous again.â
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