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Voracious

IVE An Yujin x Jang Wonyoung x m!reader

25k words

Part 10 of IVED Vanilla Latte

pick me up, daddy

That’s it. No please, no emoji—just the assumption that you’ll drop everything and come running. And the worst part is, Yujin knows you will. 

So you grab the keys. Most people wouldn't be caught dead in this, the obscene price tag, absurdly polished leather interiors, the ostentatiousness of it all—

But the prying eyes can't help but stare from all sides once you pull into the parking lot. The way everyone looks, wondering who the hell would bring a Ferrari to a college campus, let alone a pink one—it's almost laughable.

Then again, when the roar of the engine hits, you have to admit sitting behind the wheel of this ridiculous thing makes you feel something—a strange sort of excitement. A power you can’t put your finger on, the urge to let your foot get carried away and peel right out of the parking lot. But the reason you’re here isn’t to show off or attract attention—you're here for Yujin.

Parked outside of the library, you don’t need to say a thing. Because who would miss a bright pink supercar showing up here? Not Yujin, not anyone, you're certain. 

This was the obvious choice, and she's not disappointed once she comes into view, emerging from the library doors and heading down the stairs with an amused smile. That's her in a dark hoodie and pleated skirt, legs bare despite the chill in the air, full thighs on display when she stops right in front.

Even in a snowstorm, this girl isn't going to wear pants. Not that you'd ever complain. 

"Really, daddy? The Ferrari?" Yujin asks as she slides right into the passenger seat, tossing her bag into the backseat. "When I said I needed a ride, this isn't exactly what I meant. This thing stands out like crazy."

"Sorry, it was either this or a cab. Just got whatever I could find the keys to."

Yujin doesn’t seem to mind the extra attention as she buckles the seat belt and rests her head against the cushion, kicking off her flats so she can rest her feet up on the dash. "And Wonyoung let you borrow this?"

You glance her way and just shake your head, starting the ignition and hearing that deep, powerful roar of the engine again. "You think I asked? She was still asleep by the time I left."

"You wore her out, didn't you, daddy? Poor thing." Yujin laughs and rolls the window down, tying her hair up into a loose ponytail.

"I didn't do anything. Woke up, went to class, then came home to grab this. When I left, she crashed on the couch. From studying too hard, I'm sure."

Yujin rolls her eyes, a hand covering her mouth to hide the obnoxious smile spreading on those pretty pink lips. "Yeah, sure. Wonyoungie studies—sure thing, daddy. Studying how hard you can fuck her, maybe."

You start to protest when the car pulls out onto the main street, pushing well above the speed limit. "She can't get through finals on her body alone. Everyone studies sometimes."

"She can sure try though. Maybe if there's an oral exam—"

"Both of you would probably ace that," you reply, hearing Yujin's delightful snort right after.

"Damn right we would. Top of the class, guaranteed." 

Yujin laughs again, head turning so she's facing you, enough to catch you staring at those long legs perched on the dash, her tight little skirt exposing so much flesh. She looks delicious, even in this casual outfit, but that's the case no matter the day, no matter the season or occasion. "Eyes on the road, daddy."

"Easy for you to say, brat.” 

Even caught red-handed, you have no intention to play dumb once Yujin is aware of the gaze you can’t take away from those scrumptious thighs. She crosses one leg over the other, giving this not-so-innocent little smile, with those dimples so prominent that it almost draws your eyes right off the road again. Almost.

"Poor daddy. Never able to focus around us. Must be awful, being trapped in a car with little ole me, wearing this short thing.” 

Yujin enjoys the tease, not moving her bare legs from that spot on the dash where they look right at home. She's playing with fire when that hoodie gets unzipped, exposing a black tank top riding high, showing off way too much midriff to go unnoticed. 

You sneak in another glance, one that lingers when you stare at those legs, and that deadly figure that has no right being so fit and curvy—your concentration’s worst enemy. "You really want me to crash this car, don't you? Wonyoung would kill me."

That playful smile widens, turning wicked. The hoodie gets tossed into the backseat without a thought, and the skirt—no doubt deliberately, rides higher up those thighs. 

"Then maybe you should watch the road instead of gawking, huh, daddy? Are my thighs that distracting to you?"

You have no response, although there's plenty of temptation to pull over, throw Yujin down on the backseat and make her moan, scream your name so loud everyone passing by can hear. But you need to keep those thoughts locked away, staying focused on the road—a battle that's not exactly fair with Yujin making it more difficult.

"I'm not distracted,” you scoff, not sure you even believe your own words. “Nothing you do could distract me—not your thighs, not your pretty face, not even your tight little ass. We're almost home, Yujinnie. I can give you all the attention you need then."

Yujin looks almost giddy. Delighted, really, being dared to destroy your composure. You’re not threatened, because what more can she do but sit there and look like a delicious feast, begging to be devoured?

You'll find out, you wager. 

Once the car stops at a red light, the windows roll back up when the chill starts creeping in. The click of her seat belt is the first warning, the second when Yujin starts crawling across the center console, inching closer to your lap. What can only be described as your fault—giving Yujin a perfect opportunity to see if you really have the power to focus or not. 

"Nothing I do would distract you, hm? Then I'll show you how distracting I can be..."

There's no escaping this—not with the light still red, traffic frozen. Yujin looks downright ravenous in this position, the delicious arch of her back while her fingers get a little too familiar with the zipper to your pants.

"Yujin—"

"Just focus on driving, daddy. Don't mind me.“ 

There's no way she's seriously going to do anything—and yet, right as the light changes to green, Yujin tugs that zipper down, unbuttons your pants, and slips her hand straight into your boxers. "No accidents, please. Would hate to total this fancy thing."

She says this the very second her delicate fingers wrap tightly around your shaft and start stroking, just slowly enough to bring you to complete hardness. It's this moment that you regret challenging Yujin to her own game. It's when she pulls your cock right out, pumping in agonizingly slow strokes that force you to stare at the road, no matter how difficult it is.

"This isn't too distracting, is it?" Yujin asks, and even without looking over, you know there's a grin on her face. You almost refuse to answer, hands on the steering wheel gripping tight, foot just a bit harder on the pedal. 

"N-no, not even a little bit. This isn't distracting at all."

 Oh, you'll probably regret that the second the words leave your lips. Not that Yujin needs the encouragement. She could have you a mumbling mess of heavy breaths even without a challenge.

"You sure about that, daddy? Don't you need to pull over because your cock is getting too hard?" Yujin isn’t going to hold back, you know that already, and you can already feel the struggle, the way her thumb rubs such a lazy circle against your sensitive head. 

You won't give her the satisfaction just yet, staring straight ahead to keep these tantalizing thoughts from running rampant. Nor are you going to taunt her more than you should.

That mouth is the worst possible distraction.

You've got little choice but to push onward as Yujin pumps steadily, tight grip never yielding, and you can sense those dangerous lips inches from your swollen cockhead, hot breath grazing far too close. But the only person you have to blame for this is yourself, for springing your own trap in the first place—you should have known better by now. So now, you'll have to endure whatever she decides to put you through, throbbing between her fingers, knowing she won’t stop just teasing and tormenting you to no end.

"Daddy—take the long way home. I'm having a little too much fun over here," she hums as her hand pumps with this adorable giggle, and the worst part is you're far too reluctant to tell her no. "Take the longest route you can think of—or better yet, just take a couple laps around campus. Drive real slow for me."

You shouldn't. That's a fact and the voice in your head is yelling that exact message. Yet it's quiet compared to Yujin's innocent request, the little flicks of her tongue along your slit, warm breath all against the tip of your dick. With all that you have, you take a deep breath and oblige Yujin. It's a little absurd to realize your own control in this situation, even more that you're heading back in the same direction from before so she can drive you more insane.

Sighing is the only response. This is only the start of what you're in store for—because this is Yujin you're dealing with, and no telling what sort of chaos her devious mind will have in store. Her hand is more confident now as she strokes faster, almost as a reward, twisting around, squeezing tight. 

"Make sure you signal," Yujin reminds you in this mocking tone that gets your teeth gritting as she applies the smallest kiss right on your leaking tip. As if that's what matters most. "Wouldn't want to be in any accidents on account of me, now do you?"

Before you can even finish the next turn, her mouth is on you—lips parting around your cock without warning, sinking down in one swift, hungry motion. That warmth engulfs you as she takes you deep, all the way to the back of her throat, your grip on the wheel tightening as she pulls off with a wet gasp and plunges right back down. 

"Jesus, Yujin—" you groan, knowing the next breaths you take are bound to be a struggle. One hand grips tight on the wheel while the other reaches down, tangling in Yujin's hair so you can force her head further down. She makes this muffled moan when her lips press flush to the base of your cock, throat so deliciously tight—so fucking warm that you can hardly focus on anything but that perfect fucking mouth. 

Another turn has you passing by the science building, where Yujin takes your cock deep without pause, bobbing her head, tongue dragging along every sensitive part. And contrary to your previous belief, it's far too distracting. Far too fucking difficult to stay focused while Yujin slurps your cock, without any reservations, humming through every inch she swallows whole. 

"You're insane, Yujin," you hiss out through clenched teeth. "Do you know that? Fucking insane."

Nothing but those cute, playful little giggles echo in the car as she gets you nice and coated with her spit. "I know." 

Your eyes stay glued on the road as much as you can manage, until you can't anymore, close to losing it when her mouth finds your balls and her tongue lavishes each. And if you weren't following the speed limit by the book, you're not sure how you'd survive this—

Yujin’s warm fucking mouth working its magic feels too good, her spit glistening all over your swollen shaft as her mouth sinks down your cock with such practiced ease. Up and down—a long slurp, back up to the swollen head to swirl that tongue along the most sensitive spots she knows so well, then down once more. Those silky lips sink further down your length, sucking in deep breaths whenever her nose isn't buried in your crotch, and you have to fight every urge to let the car drift when she gets too carried away. 

All while you're waiting for some oblivious pedestrian walking by with no idea you have your cock lodged balls deep down Yujin's throat. Another long slurp is too much—especially as you head further away from the quieter side of campus. 

"God, that fucking mouth," you groan in pleasure, unable to keep your focus on the road while Yujin takes you so fucking deep, holding you there for a few tortuous, excruciating moments. Only coming off your throbbing cock when she has to suck in the faintest hint of air.

"This is your fault, daddy, can't deny it feels good. Or are you too distracted while I'm choking down this massive cock?” Yujin mumbles through a series of sloppy, audible kisses, those perfect lips finding all the best spots. "Mmmph—it's okay, you can admit it.”

Not a fucking chance. You can hold on, ignore the warm lips sliding back up, the flicks of her tongue over the sensitive underside—you can stay calm until Yujin is trying to get every inch down the slick entrance of her throat, bobbing and slurping loudly, to really drag that groan out.

Or maybe you can't.

Not when she's so intent on swallowing your shaft, licking up and down, kissing every spot she likes so much. One hand squeezing at your balls. You can try to pay attention to anything else—a car, another street, another person in front of you, but nothing is helping. You barely have it in you to resist the urge to just pull over and fuck her throat until there's not a drop left in you to shoot.

"How's that focus?" Yujin asks, interrupting your thoughts as she breaks away for just a moment, only to drag her tongue down the whole length in one long stroke. Your knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel, her moans so filthy the whole time she sucks your cock. It's everything, and too much at the same time, the warmth of her mouth just too much to endure.

And now you're stuck waiting at a red light, right by the admission office where anyone could see you with your cock out, buried to the hilt in Yujin's inviting throat, taking it without any shred of hesitance. At least the interior is so dark that nobody should notice anything outside—it's only obvious when she raises her head up that the sunlight catches the shine on her greedy lips from the sheer amount of spit dripping down her chin.

"You're unbelievable, Yujin, seriously. You and that bratty fucking mouth," you grumble out, wishing that traffic would hurry up. 

"Me? You're the one who couldn't stop drooling over my legs the whole time. If anyone's to blame, it's you, daddy."

The light turns green again. You don't get a chance to argue when Yujin's back to blowing you. Just putting on the most sloppy, vulgar, reckless, indecent fucking display you've ever seen. "Almost there, aren't you? Better find us somewhere to park real quick then. If you can, with that dick so hard and buried in my throat."

You should have known this would be nothing but hell. 

Not that you're not getting any less close—maybe even closer, despite every effort you make to pay attention. The closest lot ends up being the rec center, and that'll have to do. You manage to swerve in, parking right in the back row through every motion that gets your shaft rammed harder in her warm little mouth.

"Should have made you fucking walk," you growl as you unbuckle your seat belt, finally able to enjoy Yujin's undivided attention. 

"Daddy would never make a pretty girl like me walk," Yujin says as her hand gives your cock a squeeze, those dimples coming out while she smiles like a smug brat. With the engine cut, the windows up—there's not much keeping you from giving Yujin what she wants and more. But the glance out the side mirrors confirms how risky the whole situation is, and nothing makes her happier than that. 

You’ve been through the ringer. This fucking desperate urge to unload inside that pretty fucking mouth, and watch her smile through tears and hot streams of white spilling from her lips. But she doesn't let you cum—pulling her mouth away at the last minute with an unashamed lick of those lips.

"Yujin, why the fuck do you think I parked, if you're not gonna swallow—" you snap in this low growl, wishing you had her mouth back where it was. But her lips remain closed—only parting for a giggle when she climbs back across the passenger seat, bare legs stretching across and feet meeting to rest in your lap.

"Because it's more fun to tease you like this," she quips, then presses her toes right against the head of your cock. There's nothing in the way anymore—an abrupt gasp when she slots you right in between her silky feet and squeezes. "Don't worry, daddy, this'll get the job done too. All the hard work I put in doesn't need to go to waste."

You can't say this is entirely unexpected—or unsatisfying in any case, how perfectly your cock fits between those delicate arches. How the friction sends these chills through you the second Yujin slides her gorgeous red painted toes up and down the head, slow, calculated, not needing much power or force behind her movements. They feel so goddamn good, so soft against your cock with that wide smile on Yujin's pretty lips.

“F-fuck—“

Those are the noises Yujin wants, the desperate moaning, watching you try to hold on as much as possible—as if she already doesn’t know this is where she needs you to spill. That's why her toes are on your dripping slit, gripping hard and rubbing slowly with an evil giggle.

"Gonna make you cum,” she simply says in her most innocent, adorable voice, like there isn’t a choice in the matter. The act doesn't match the expression on her face, not with those painted toes working magic as they tighten and flex to force out more moans. "Just relax, daddy—you deserve this. After being so patient, so very not distracted... "

Yujin won't relent, nor is she afraid to use whatever she needs, looking far too comfortable while she alternates pressure and teases this extra sensitive spot against the head of your cock. No more games, no more drawn-out moments where you're about to explode, but still hold back. 

"God, please—" you can only beg as her feet squeeze a little tighter, this deadly combination of her pillowy soles and long, perfect toes, every inch being stroked to perfection in ways you can’t fathom. 

Your moans sound so pathetic and Yujin doesn't give you time to speak any more, shifting forward until she keeps your cock trapped, one foot holding you firmly in place, while her other one keeps jerking off the head with relentless, nonstop strokes, painted toes all around your aching cockhead. Again and again, so merciless, your slit drooling over her toes and the bottom of her foot, so soft, all slippery and warm it’s not going to take much longer. 

“Look at your cock, daddy. It looks so good throbbing between my pretty feet. It’s so easy to get you off this way, isn’t it?” 

There’s nothing you can do but watch. Your gaze locked at how her toes grip your shaft, the soft sole of her foot gliding along, cock so impossibly hard when she presses down on the sensitive tip. “G-gonna—“

And then you explode. Your dick throbs, your head falls back, and you groan like Yujin has never heard before as your seed bursts across the top of her feet. Hot streaks color her painted toes, spilling more with every unyielding stroke, one burst after the other as she milks out as much cum as she can with a proud smile.

When it’s all finished, you're a shaking mess, one that Yujin revels in, arching that foot to collect what still oozes out. She never takes her eyes away as it drips everywhere, across her beautiful red polish, already getting between her toes that have yet to stop stroking. 

"There you go, daddy. Making such a mess on my pretty feet," Yujin praises, rewarding your efforts by easing the pressure around the head of your pulsating cock—then admiring the sight, a creamy white clinging to her toes, smearing it all over every part of her feet. "And I didn't even have to use my mouth."

"F-fuck, you're too good at that—"

"Of course I am," is all she can respond, all confidence and no shame in it. “Daddy should know I wouldn’t ever let him leave the car without blowing a huge load.”

That's the whole problem with her. How fucking addictive she is—how she can make you cum with any part of her body she chooses. And now here you are, with her sticky feet resting on your lap while you catch your breath.

"O-okay, we can head to the apartment now—Wonyoung is probably wondering where her car is..." 

Yujin seems to pay no attention as her red-polished toes curl and massage your cock for another moment, amused by how you've splattered her feet all over with your load. "Oh, daddy. As if I'd ever give your cock a rest. Wonyoungie can wait."

There's something delectably sinister about Yujin's tone, especially after you've thought this is over. Because it’s far from. The smirk that follows proves it, especially when your oversensitive cock can’t stop throbbing under that merciless rub.

"I wore this skirt for a reason, daddy, not just so you can drool and stare at my legs," 

Before you can even think of an answer, Yujin’s already sitting up, hand slipping beneath that tight little skirt and hiking it above her waist. You already know what’s next. She hooks a finger into her lace thong, and drags it down to show off the soaked mess she’s made of it, then tosses it carelessly into the backseat. 

You get an eyeful, drinking up every filthy little detail—her cunt bare, soaked, and on full display.

"My cunt needs your cock," Yujin growls, a demand that won’t go ignored no matter how sensitive you might still be. ”More than my mouth. Don't leave this pussy neglected, daddy. Need to fucking fill it up. Put a load in me until it’s dripping all over this seat.” 

Yujin makes her way across with one coordinated motion. That deadly skirt stays on as she climbs into your lap, thighs spreading around you with ease as she shifts her weight and finds the lever under the seat to lower the back until it's to her liking. You can’t take your eyes off her, even more so than usual. In fact, it's impossible not to watch, now that you don't have to concentrate on steering a multi million dollar car through campus. 

"You're really testing the limits today, aren't you, brat?"

Yujin responds to that with the only way she knows—she guides your shaft between her dripping lips, the head teasing just inside for only a few moments. "I don't believe in limits, daddy. Gonna fuck you right here, in this car, right in the school parking lot. If anyone sees—even better."

And it's not like you can do a damn thing to stop her. The moment her hips lower and your cock slips past her tight entrance, there's little else you ca do  but look in her eyes while she rides the absolute fuck out of you. Little else to do when every part of you is quickly enveloped in the intoxicating warmth of her soaked little cunt. 

In Wonyoung's car.

In the front seat, no less. 

In plain sight of whoever might be looking.

But Yujin gives not a single damn, and you don't get the chance to before her hips bounce up and down, dragging you all the way in, before rising up only to slam right back down. "You'll never get enough of me, daddy, never will, will you? Not me, not my tight cunt, not my thighs, and definitely not cumming deep inside me—“

It's so good it feels wrong, sitting in someone else's car, watching this girl bouncing so desperately in your lap. The squelch is unmistakable with Yujin's perfect, wet pussy swallowing every inch. 

"Fucking hell, Yujin, go slow. I just fucking came—"

But the look on her face tells you exactly what you should already know. That this is gonna happen the way she wants it, rough, desperate, your poor cock forced to go through it. There's a thirst in Yujin that's a bottomless pit, and you're not enough to appease it. That’s impossible.

She rides your cock like she's starving for it. Up and down, hard slams of her hips, making sure you feel every movement while her fingers tangle through your hair.

"Slow? Don't even know what that word means. Your cock too sensitive, too drained from emptying such a huge load on my pretty little toes? Must be," she says, then shuts you up when she grinds her hips back down, dragging you as far in as physically possible, hitting your cock against her cervix while that smile goes lethal.

“Of course, you little fucking brat."

She gasps in faux surprise at the words—before you get a squeeze in, grope her plump ass and spread open her cheeks a little, where your cock impales so deeply. Not once does the pace fade, and her hands tug at the hem of your shirt so she can pull it right off, joining the heap of discarded clothing in the backseat. Zero shame in anything she does. 

“Only fair I get something to stare at now, isn’t it? Need something to drool over when I bounce on your thick fucking cock."

You couldn’t agree more, as your hands move up and explore her body, the sweat on your fingertips only adding fuel to this already burning desire that can’t be cooled off. 

 "Fuck, Yujin, the way your pussy fucking devours my cock—"

“And your fat cock drives me crazy," Yujin moans out through each desperate bounce. Her hands find your chest, fingers digging in, every inch of Yujin dripping for the way you stuff her tight cunt. "Love daddy's huge, hard cock. Need it to fill this greedy cunt more than anything."

Yujin brings her mouth crashing back to yours, unable to resist any longer, teeth nipping your bottom lip. It draws this pathetic noise from your lips, but she's right back into it, her hips never ceasing while she continues to bounce, to sink your cock inside the warm depths of her wet cunt.

Her mouth and that tight cunt have far too much control over you. Too dangerous, too good. You could kiss these pretty lips for hours—could plow into her soaked entrance forever, thrusting up with your hands squeezing those wide hips, until you have no energy left in your body. 

"Feel my pussy gripping all of your thick fucking cock, daddy? Feel how wet you get me, even after you covered my pretty feet all over?" Yujin continues, a barrage of sin and lust that gets you more worked up with every syllable. 

"Brat. Love when you talk like that. Say it again, tell me what my cock does to you."

That mouth knows you far too well by now. Knows how much you adore that dirty mouth, and Yujin couldn't play along more perfectly. Her moans drown out the rest of her words for a moment—moans she gives when your cock pistons upward, hitting every angle. 

"You make me so wet. Fucking love daddy's huge cock stretching my pussy open. L-love it when these balls feel so heavy and slap against me when you thrust—" Yujin spares no details, nothing left unspoken, getting so sweaty while the windows fog and every inch is slick and smothered. 

Fuck, this girl is a dream. A force far beyond anyone's ability to contain her, you think, considering her voice alone is threatening to take you apart with little effort. Those words continue right into your ear while her tongue drags its way out to lick along your earlobe, getting another pitiful groan out of you,

"Love daddy pounding my wet cunt until he fucking creams deep inside. Love knowing daddy always fills my womb full with a huge load..."

"Love when you ride me like you can’t control yourself," is what you say, and give her tight ass a squeeze, bucking up into her when it's just so easy to.

That just makes Yujin bounce harder—your hips moving just to keep up, slamming upwards to meet with her delicious wet warmth that can’t stop devouring your entire cock. 

When Yujin grabs the hem of her tank top, it’s the kind of anticipation you’d never get tired of. Even when she doesn't fully remove it, no—just bunches it up over her bra, because that's just as satisfying, giving a good enough look at that gorgeous skin, enough cleavage and detail of her toned abdomen and everything her tank top doesn’t reveal. It's plenty.

Yujin likes being seen, loves showing her body off, even while her cunt takes and takes. 

And you take, too—mouth locking onto the curve of her throat, sucking hard at the heat-slicked skin. You know she won’t cover the marks after, not a chance. She’ll wear them like a trophy. That alone gives you permission to go all in, to leave proof of every bite, every bruise, every bit of payback for all the teasing she’s made you endure.

"D-daddy," Yujin mewls into your ear, pressing you closer against her, with nothing to hold her back while she bounces relentlessly.

You bite down hard to cut her words off and let that whimper simmer. 

More of this is inevitable. You can see the appeal of this, skipping class just to bury yourself inside Yujin in the backseat. A quick blowjob before lab doesn't seem quite so unattainable. Neither does her climbing into the car after lunch, especially if these slutty little skirts have something to do with it. 

"What would Wonyoung think? Seeing this pretty pussy dripping cum all over her nice car?” There’s a laugh when Yujin whimpers, her tongue flicking at the shell of your ear, salacious moans filtering into every little space they can. 

"She'd probably ask where the camera was," Yujin counters, snorting through her soft little moans. That pussy of hers squeezes hard, holding your throbbing length captive in this incredible heat and not letting go. There's no fucking escape—only these rapid, relentless motions and Yujin's full hips working overtime. 

"Both of you," you sigh, head tilted back against the cushioned seat and lost in the moment. "Are going to be the end of me. The absolute end."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, daddy. Two pretty sluts keeping your balls drained—such a rough life for you. It must be so hard getting to wake up with two sloppy mouths wanting their breakfast," Yujin laughs. "How cruel, am I right?"

When she says it out loud, you really have nothing to complain about, do you? Not a single fucking thing. Both her and Wonyoung happy to get their throats fucked every chance they get—bent over and taking it, filled to the brim or left covered in cum. There's not a real downside. 

Those perfect asscheeks bouncing in your lap interrupt the thoughts, an unending tempo, your throbbing cock impaling Yujin's cunt while those thick thighs put in the work, speeding up the process. This really isn't so bad after all. You can't help staring, those lips parted when she hits deep, the only time that mouth ever shuts up. This visual perfection riding your cock like it belongs to her, tits almost spilling out of her bra from the impact, tongue never denying you its presence. 

“Daddy, g-give me—“ Yujin doesn't finish as her moans turn deeper, get all breathy while she leans against the steering wheel and gets leverage, trying to swallow you even deeper. "Need this fucking cum inside me."

"Then fucking take it already, you greedy little slut."

That earns a rather hard, brutal slap on her ass, these noises loud enough to draw attention from outside—attention you'd welcome at this point. Yujin takes every inch of your cock with every perfect bounce, her cunt tightening impossibly more as her thighs tense and give you everything she's got.

"That's it, daddy, right fucking there—gonna make you shoot so deep inside of me. Need your fucking cum deep in this little cunt. Can't get off if you aren't filling me with so much it leaks everywhere."

"You're insatiable, Yujin," you say, both praise and accusation, getting closer and closer by the second. 

"That’s why you love me, daddy. And your balls are just begging to empty inside me. Can tell the moment I sink onto this perfect cock. You’re just as greedy as my pussy is.” 

Once again, she’s never wrong. Your next climax is so near you can taste it. You’re rather proud how long you've lasted buried in this wet fucking heat, but even then, a little part of you wishes for it to keep going, to show Yujin up and prove you’re capable of much more. Impossible, of course. When her cunt feels like heaven, the wetness that engulfs and suffocates your shaft, there's just no resisting. 

"L-Love feeling daddy so deep,” Yujin pauses to moan out, slamming down, ass crashing back against your thighs, that slick heat taking all you have to offer. One more harsh slam makes her quiver, every squelch echoing. "Every fucking inch splitting me open—"

There’s nothing left for you to do but groan out, before you can't take any more, when your cum pours into Yujin, when your balls tighten and spill their heavy load.

Shot after shot into her dripping cunt, so deep, thick streams erupting inside that tight wet flesh clenching tightly around your cock. Fuck, her tight cunt deserves it, so does Yujin, for the way she keeps fucking bouncing while that delicious pussy just can't stop swallowing your load.

There's so much. Far more than usual, despite already having cum once before. Every heavy shot adds to the growing mess, but she refuses to let you escape, just keeps bouncing in your lap, just keeps wringing everything out. She can't contain a thing—and clearly doesn't even try, milking out all that thick cum, all sticky and hot inside, so eager to drip down your shaft.

"S-so good, daddy," Yujin breathes out while all that cum goes right down her insides, clamping around your length as it continues to throb with each new spurt, sending so much into her tight entrance that you're a shaking mess. "All this thick fucking seed where it belongs. So much, fucking fill me up. Nothing better."

Yujin is taking it harder than you are when her tight body quivers through every little sensation, all too much for her clenching walls to endure when her orgasm rips through her. She can't stop clinging to you, each shudder stronger than the last—with no concerns for anything other than how fucking deep she has your load pouring, helping it sink all the way to her womb.

When Yujin collapses and finds your neck to hide away in, burying her head there, you pull her closer. Move all that messy hair away to feel the sweat clinging there too, her breathing ragged, panting right into your ear.

“Can't believe you came that much. You’re still throbbing.” 

It takes a while to form any proper response while Yujin just basks in the afterglow, not about to move a muscle, either. And now she seems quite comfortable with that.

"You were riding my cock hard," you mumble, wanting to lay back and collapse right here in the front seat of this expensive car with Yujin, listening to the sounds of cars driving by outside while you do.

"Oh, poor daddy. Did I break you?" Yujin laughs at your state—heaving out a mutual exhausted groan as her cunt squeezes one more time in a futile effort to milk out more cum.

"Always do, every damn time, Yujinnie." That gets a wider smile when she leaves one more messy, uncoordinated kiss, her lips trailing along your jawline for a moment. "This was—such a terrible fucking idea." 

Yujin says nothing for the moment, not with your cock buried and this fucking mess starting to drip out of her tight cunt. And even in the heat of the car, the windows a little too fogged up from the effort, you don't bother moving from this position. 

"The best kind of terrible idea. Like daddy always loves."

She looks gorgeous, even when sweaty, and it's a view from so close you can't take your eyes off. With this alluring mess of her hair, strands of dark locks sticking to her forehead, skin all glistening and sticky and still catching her breath while she stays there, you'd lick her clean without hesitation if there's even the slightest strength left. 

"Fuck, you're crazy," is all you can get out, giving Yujin's ass another hard slap, making the soft flesh jiggle.

"Yeah? Crazy for this huge fucking dick that ruins my guts—" 

You roll your eyes, not expecting anything less, even as her words hold a bit of that exhaustion. Yujin laughs and kisses the tip of your nose, trailing her lips down to steal a few pecks at the corner of your mouth, barely enough to call this a kiss.

"Get off me, so I can get us out of here. Before someone sees." The least you can do is suggest it, but you know the words do nothing to dissuade Yujin as she looks at you in amusement. "Yujin, this isn't a suggestion—fucking move, you brat."

All Yujin does is keep her arms around you, grinning wide without a care in the world. 

"What if I don't wanna? What are you gonna do, carry me out of the car with your dick still in my cunt? I'd rather have you stay stuffed inside my tight little pussy a little longer..."

It's these moments that confirm you'll never really defeat her, and Yujin fucking loves the victory of that. Being stubborn and giving you absolutely nothing you ask for. So you sigh, and shift around, gritting your teeth a bit harder when Yujin has nothing more to do but sit there with a wicked expression. "Yujin, please. Get off?"

That doesn't get any movement on your part, and Yujin takes pleasure in her non-compliance. In every desperate, pathetic moment while her lips remain teasingly close to yours, leaning in to cup your face. "But I just did.” 

Insufferable. 

"Brat."

She nods in response, like the word is supposed to offend, to somehow deter her from acting any more like herself. Like that's ever fucking worked. 

So if words don't work, there's no other option than to try to force her off. Which goes about as well as a pink Ferrari in a  parking lot at not attracting attention. The moment you bring your arms to those overworked hips, she catches your wrists and holds them up above your head. "Nuh-uh, daddy. Don't want to get up—so we're staying like this."

You're too weak, too exhausted to offer any real resistance, especially with the way she's looking at you—the sweet, innocent stare that is anything of the sort. As per usual, you’ll accept defeat, only giving her a small glare and sinking back against the car seat. But you at least get the chance to start the car back up and begin blasting the cold air through the vents, too tired to deal with any of Yujin's antics. 

So you’ll just sit here, exhausted and sweaty, with your cock trapped inside Yujin’s messy warmth, hoping not a single person is around. You're half tempted to drive like this, pants still around your ankles, with this impossible girl still seated on top of you—but you can't even see over the steering wheel, nor can you reach the pedals. 

For now, there's just silence. Yujin's pretty smile, these soft kisses along your cheek that are as gentle as you need them to be. Maybe it's the lingering high, the lack of energy, the smile that can’t stop off her face. This does feel nice, to just bask in the attention, and you'd savor it just a bit more—

Until the screen lights up and flashes an incoming call—it's Wonyoung.

"Speak of the devil. Probably missing you," Yujin chides, leaving you only to sigh and hesitate. You lean forward and put it on speaker, and within seconds you hear that familiar voice echo through the car. 

"Daddy—did you steal my car or did Yujin? Where the fuck are you?" 

There's not much more than a low laugh before you answer. "Which car would that be? You have like, a dozen or more—"

Yujin has to stifle a laugh, pressing her hand over her mouth and trying her hardest not to let Wonyoung know about her presence. You aren't going to tell her that she's here and still keeping you nice and cozy with her tight fucking cunt—not yet.

"The fucking Ferrari—what else? Did you take it out? Are you driving it? Daddy—"

You sigh, running your hand up Yujin's bare thigh to play with the skirt around her hips, getting a little grab of that tight ass to make her squirm. "No idea what you're talking about, princess. I'm just studying, here at the library. Maybe Yujinnie borrowed it."

Her palm slaps your arm—a reaction you saw coming the moment you threw Yujin under the bus. At this point, it doesn't matter who takes the fall because Wonyoung knows either of you are a suspect. 

"Uh-huh. You two do realize cars can get tracked, yeah? It shows where you are on the app—and right now my car is in the fucking parking lot right across the rec center," Wonyoung explains, the fury in her voice a little bit louder each word. "I swear to god if you two took my fucking car and—"

The call suddenly drops when Yujin presses the 'end call' icon. Which finally lets her take a deep breath and sigh, that boisterous laughter filling up the entire car once she gets the opportunity. "Tracked, huh? Who knew?" 

Yujin's a little too carefree with that information. Wonyoung is surely rushing on her way right about now, knowing for sure you have her precious car right at your fingertips. That's the final encouragement Yujin needs to move, to lift off you, a groan leaving when she’s empty. 

Her hands tug her tank top back down, taking a little too much time crawling into the passenger seat—so you can gawk at her body from behind, that delicious ass sticking out so shamelessly while your load trickles down those thick thighs. 

It doesn't stop once she slides back into the seat. Not even a single attempt to clean herself up while her cunt drips over the expensive, premium leather, like she enjoys leaving evidence of what the two of you did inside.

"Daddy, stop staring and drive already," Yujin says when she catches the momentary stupor, tossing your shirt back to you while sliding the seat belt comfortably over her frame. "We have to get your spunk out of the seats before Wony finds us..."

"My spunk? What about the fucking mess between your legs you made? It's fucking everywhere—"

“Don't worry about the details, daddy.” Yujin can't stifle another laugh while she adjusts her skirt and throws her legs back up onto the dash, shameless as ever. And those lace panties are a lost cause. 

The engine growls as you floor it out of the parking lot, with somehow not a single person around to witness exactly what transpired. "Maybe next time don't fucking drain me empty in the fucking front seat. Someone could have seen—"

"If someone saw us," Yujin cuts in with another giggle and that devilish smirk returning. "Then they should've said thanks."

You don't even have the energy to roll your eyes. So, while keeping a watch on the side mirrors for Wonyoung following behind, you head towards the nearest car wash, which is right down the street. Where hopefully, you can get rid of all the evidence of the crimes you've committed in her precious car. "Tell the brat to meet us at the apartment in ten minutes. I'll deal with her—"

Sure, that means admitting Yujin is to blame just as much, but there's no point hiding anything at this point. For now, you’ll focus on what the hell the two of you have to do to clean out her seats without raising suspicion.

"Already one step ahead of you, daddy. Told her to give us thirty and you're taking her out for ice cream. She'll forget about everything with the promise of sweets." Of course, Yujin's got the solution figured out to a problem she caused. 

"Bribery solves everything with her. I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

"I think we've established that reason is my charming personality and smile. Oh, and my tight ass." 

"Obviously. Your ass is definitely number one."

Back at the apartment, you drop Yujin off and take a moment for one last inspection, making sure the car looks perfect from every angle. By the time you return, Wonyoung is nowhere in sight, which means, thankfully, you’ve got a few precious minutes of peace left before she'll barge in and demand answers.

Yujin changes into a comfortable pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, no time to shower as she joins you on the couch. 

"Do you think she's going to buy it, daddy?" Yujin asks, lying on her stomach with her phone in hand, trying to appear as casual as possible, like you've both been here for hours and didn't just defile Wonyoung's priceless car.

"Absolutely fucking not, Yujin."

It doesn't surprise you when you hear a beep, Wonyoung having unlocked the door and storming right in as she drops her bags on the floor, not even bothering to remove her heels as they clack against the wooden floor. "Okay, whose bright idea was it? Which one of you took my—"

Yujin, who can never hold back her laughter at the best times, is the first to speak up. "Took what? Your car? Princess, it's still in the parking garage, can't believe you're accusing us." 

Folded arms, raised brow, it’s the whole package. Wonyoung seething the moment she walks in. 

"Alright, if you two wanna play dumb, we can play dumb. I'll go check the footage—that'll show the truth." 

That only leads to Yujin laughing again, and this isn't going the way either of you had planned. "Daddy, Wony thinks she's got the evidence. Do you believe that?"

You're not even going to begin to go along with this, already dreading the consequences once Wonyoung learns the full truth. At this point, it'll save some time for you to confess now, and endure the aftermath as best as possible. "Yujin—is to blame. She needed a ride from the library."

"Daddy! Traitor!" Yujin says, that expression of betrayal when you throw her under the bus. Again.

"The library? Then why the fuck did it stay parked at the rec center for twenty fucking minutes?"

Yujin shoots you another look, the first time you've seen her lose that sense of confidence. Because she could get out of murder just by batting her eyes at anyone. Wonyoung is a different story, though. "Well, Yujin wanted to get a workout in, so we took a little detour before coming back home. That's it."

"Uh-huh." The girl raises an eyebrow, and clearly isn't convinced, and now she's glaring daggers, as if there's even the slightest chance you could both survive what's to come. "A workout? That's what you're gonna go with? You're telling me nothing fucking happened in my Ferrari?" 

"Nope. Just some cardio, a shower, then back here," Yujin quickly responds, putting that smile to work, not even going to bother putting in effort into trying to lie. Wonyoung gets a little closer to the couch, leaning down between the two of you and getting in Yujin's face.

She takes a long look. And then the reveal comes out of nowhere—Wonyoung dangling a pair of panties in front of Yujin's face, black colored, lace trimmed, and just fucking ruined in every possible way with her fingers around them.

"Cardio and a shower got these wet, huh? Care to explain, Yujinnie?" she asks, and a silence takes over the room, a few intense moments before Wonyoung throws the scrap of fabric into her lap. 

"Oh hey, you found my panties. Was wondering where they ended up, silly me." Yujin giggles at the wrong possible time, showing no remorse for how they managed to be in that state, and Wonyoung does not look amused in the slightest. 

"In the backseat. They were in my fucking backseat. Is that where you two fucked? Is that why my car was parked at the rec center for half an hour?" 

"Not in the backseat, obviously." Yujin offers this insincere, hollow little grin, eyes batting prettily as she hesitates for a moment. "Like I said—we were getting a workout. I rode daddy in the driver's seat. Until he emptied his balls. Well, until I did."

"Unbelievable. You two couldn't wait to fuck at the apartment, so you had to go at it in the parking lot like a couple of horny fucking teenagers?" She shakes her head, incredulous. "I swear, you'd both fuck on my bedroom floor if there wasn't a perfectly good bed."

And now you can't believe what you're hearing. That Wonyoung of all people is lecturing about self control in public, like she's forgotten the time she dragged you to the stairwell landing by the art wing so you could fuck her throat before class.

The nerve. 

With a deep sigh, Yujin takes the lead this time to save you the struggle. "Fine, guilty as charged, princess. But your car is cleaner than new—we did a full detail too. There's not a single bit of jizz..."

Wonyoung covers Yujin's mouth before she has the chance to continue with that explanation. "I didn't need the fucking details. Gonna pretend like I never heard that. We all good here, or is there anything else I should know about?" 

"That's everything," Yujin answers with a devious smile, enjoying not having to give much in the way of an apology. "Turns out daddy can drive really well when his cock is down my throat. Gotta remember that for future road trips—"

This time, you're the one covering Yujin's mouth, knowing that's a little too much information than needed.

Thankfully, Wonyoung doesn't seem to mind, or maybe she's just ignored it entirely. "Great. So I heard I was being treated to ice cream? I want mint chocolate chip—"

Oh, if only all of Wonyoung's complaints could be solved with the promise of ice cream. Then again, maybe things would be a little too quiet around the apartment.

"We're taking a different car, though. I'm not gonna sit my ass in cum-stained seats."

And she's back to normal in a flash. 

Yujin hops off the couch, being dragged along with Wonyoung by the wrist as her bubbly attitude shows no signs of dissipating. As if none of this is a big deal at all. 

"Coming, daddy?"

"Hey, that's not fair," Yujin whines, clutching a plastic spoon tightly as she scrapes every bit of mint chocolate ice cream left at the bottom of the bowl.

"Neither is stealing my fucking car for a quick fuck." Wonyoung snatches back the spoon in retaliation to try and find any last remnants, not having any luck. Ice cream parlors and petty fights—suddenly, you’ve got déjà vu.

"It wasn't a quick fuck," Yujin counters, trying to get out of those with her best weapon, her charm and that smile. "I needed a ride, and you weren't answering. So daddy graciously came to my rescue."

This argument's going nowhere fast, and it's not really yours to be having anyway. Yujin can win or lose, no difference will change anything. Although, it's rather comical how similar the two of them can be—arguing over the same damn thing and you stuck in the middle.

"It doesn't matter what kind of a fuck it was," Wonyoung lashes back before shooting you an accusatory look. "What's done is done. So like I said—now I get daddy for the rest of the day. The whole night, as an apology."

"That's not even close to fair, and you know it. Don't act like you've never gotten railed in anything I own, princess."

That has Wonyoung scoffing in response and tossing the empty ice cream container right into the nearest trash can. "That's fucking different. And I at least have the decency to make daddy pull over so he can rail me against the hood and not in the backseat!"

Now the two of them are yelling, and attracting the attention of practically the whole shop—although their words start to blend into nothingness.

"It wasn't the backseat, like I said. I rode daddy in the driver's seat after I blew him on the way back," Yujin insists, and just by the way they're moving closer to each other you can tell this is only going to end badly. "So if anything, you should thank me since we made the car even cleaner."

"Oh, that's even better! Thank you for leaving me sticky fucking seats, you greedy little whore," Wonyoung argues right back, shaking her head in disgust. "You owe me a new fucking car to replace that one. I can't even buy another since I'm still blacklisted just for wanting a pretty pink one."

Now Yujin can't even stop laughing, this ridiculous notion that Wonyoung genuinely is going to hold her liable for something that had both your approval. And your head is starting to throb the more this goes on. 

"You can have daddy for two hours. Two—uninterrupted. Then I'm getting in on the fun whether you like it or not. You steal him enough as is." 

And once again, you're being offered like property, like you have no say in what happens next. Wonyoung at least looks happy that Yujin's agreed on a compromise of sorts, even if it comes at your expense. Not that claiming your time is necessarily the worst trade-off. 

"I don't steal—whatever, so long as he's filling me up, I'll be satisfied. Deal."

Once again, you're stuck in this weird, albeit envious predicament that has them tugging either side of you. Two hours with Wonyoung as your 'punishment'? You can think of worse things. No doubt most of it will be her moaning from whatever place she chooses this time to spread her legs—a sacrifice for the greater good.

"Here? You want to do this here?” 

Wonyoung just scoffs, like you're the one being unreasonable. Of course she'd come back here—a petty little revenge trip, dragging you right back to the scene of the crime. She takes the stairs ahead of you, the hem of her white dress revealing more than necessary. All deliberate, of course, while you have the perfect view of her long, shapely legs.

It's nothing flashy for once, simple, sleeveless, a little clingy in the right places, but it’s enough to get you staring. 

"Being banned from one library isn't enough?” you ask, as if you actually have a say in this. 

"What, Yujinnie can study in here all she wants, but I can't?" Wonyoung asks while the two of you head up. The sound of her stilettos hitting the steps gets amplified, a clack with every step that grows louder, her annoyance the motivation that carries her upward.

"Studying? What exactly are you wanting to study here, princess? Other than that dress barely covering your ass, I can't think of anything worth studying here." 

Wonyoung sighs and keeps walking, stopping when the both of you reach the top step. "Pervert. Fucking pervert, you are," she says, and glances over her shoulder with a look that says the exact opposite. And then—a single twirl, one fluid motion that catches the breeze enough to flash a hint of pink lace and the curve of her ass, gone as quickly as it appears.

"Me, a pervert? Sure. I don't see you complaining," you remind her, like there was a chance Wonyoung forgot who had instigated this. "What is with you two and public places, today? Is the bedroom too mundane for your taste?"

There's that angry stare in her eyes that appears right as your fingers interlock with hers, Wonyoung trying to guide you to wherever her heart desires. "Why would I need a bedroom when you're ready to plow me right wherever I say, daddy?"

You have nothing to deny that accusation when Wonyoung squeezes your hand and grins wider. This other library across campus is just another box to check off. And wherever else it's about to be after this.

At least she has the sense to admit it. It's the least you could expect for being dragged here. 

With Wonyoung pulling a few steps ahead, you make it to the third floor of the library, a floor she reassures absolutely no one spends any time in an old and run down area like this one is. You can’t say she’s wrong about that. The lighting is dimmer up here, half the overhead lights flickering, the shelves old, dusty, and full of books no one ever reads.

And aside from the two of you, the only sign of life is the head librarian—tucked behind a desk in the far corner, too buried in her monitor to care. 

So you head deeper into the back, past the 'no food or drink' sign that's the least of your concern, too focused on those heels that clatter past the shelves, and those mile-long legs of Wonyoung tempting with every step. She stops on a dime, a secluded little corner that's going to be nothing but trouble. 

"This should do," Wonyoung muses, dropping her bag on a table right next to her, and her cardigan on the back of the seat as she glances around just in case of any stragglers. None in sight, thankfully. "Sit, daddy. We have some studying to do."

Yeah, studying. Even with the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, the hardback leather bound encyclopedias collecting dust, this location couldn't possibly be anything more than a front. But you'll indulge the brat for a fleeting moment, and sit down across from where she is. And for once, she's playing the part of student, taking out her laptop and at least pretending to focus, if only for show.

"What are we studying, princess?" Nothing but a loud slurp of Wonyoung's iced coffee answers, obnoxious as she is pretty. A few more sips as those perfectly manicured fingers clicking away at the keyboard, entirely in her own little world.

She's silent. Too quiet. This girl who can't go a single moment without hearing her own voice. Something is off—you can just tell that whatever Wonyoung has brewing in that pretty head of hers is never any good. Never.

More sips of her drink, without a word spoken in between. Even when she removes her heels, one at a time, kicking them off as they fall to the floor with a little thud. Not a sound when she slides her barefoot across your thigh, inching higher up until it's right between your legs—and her toes curl right against your crotch. 

“Wonyoung.” 

Nothing said. Absolutely nothing. Another sip of coffee while she just presses her foot harder, rubbing against the fabric of your pants and stroking along the outline of your cock. Your pants tighten against your own volition, and you're not even looking under the table, not giving the satisfaction. Instead, you stare intently, try to make her falter even for the smallest moment.

"Studying? Is this what this is, princess?" More sips, fighting for the last drop while you're trying not to make a sound from the teasing touch her pretty toes dole out.

"Studying, yes. Studying how hard you can get. Good start,” Wonyoung finally replies, eyes still locked on the screen. She doesn't look at you—just keeps her foot pressed firmly over your crotch, studying all the twitches you make, growing harder by the second. 

"If you wanted me hard," you start, pausing to stifle a moan escaping your mouth, knowing you can't make the slightest sound here. "We could have stayed at the apartment—“ 

"Where's the fun in that? It's called research, daddy. And I get two hours to do as I please. Without Yujin butting in."

That foot between your thighs just gets bolder and bolder, more forceful as she drags her foot up and down, making your pants painfully tight. There's no denying just how fucking hard you're getting. Wonyoung doesn't even give a glance at anything but her screen, as she keeps stroking up and down with those perfect, glittery pink painted toes, gripping hard, doing everything possible to get a groan.

"Remember—quiet," Wonyoung taunts as she doubles down, pressing against every throb she can feel through your pants, while you do your best to pretend it’s not happening. But you can't. Not when you finally bring your gaze to where you're getting teased and god—you grab her ankle, not to push her off, but to keep her in place, keep that pressure right where it belongs.

Wonyoung doesn’t miss her chance to flex her toes one last time, then just like that—she pulls away, not even sparing you a glance.

"Think I've had enough studying for today…” Wonyoung says as she shoves her laptop and the rest of her things into her bag. She saunters around the table, still barefoot, until she’s at your side. A quick lean in so the softness of her lips drops a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, before she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the table, legs parted enough for you to glimpse what's in between.

Those little pink panties are barely covering her cunt, just the thinnest fabric right between those creamy thighs. You can almost see every detail, especially with the way she keeps her legs spread just for you—and now your dick aches even more. 

"Look what daddy did to me, got me all wet. Guess it's time for a study break."

That's all the encouragement you need to get up from your seat, kick the chair aside, then drag her back enough, ass right to the very edge of the table, legs dangling over the edge. "If I'm responsible, then so are you. For what you started, brat."

You place a palm against her bare shoulder and push her back, a simple gesture that lays her out flat on the table with a smile. And she doesn’t need direction as she hikes her dress up herself, letting it bunch around her waist so you can tug her panties down with ease. Down her luscious legs and thrown to the side. 

Wonyoung parts her thighs, offering her bare little cunt for the taking, already glistening and dripping with need already, every delicious inch calling to be devoured. Gorgeous, absolutely mouthwatering, the kind of perfection that brings you to your knees—quite literally. 

"Remember, princess—quiet." 

That's the only warning she'll get before you dive in, without the faintest fucking care in the world who's here, or where you are. All you care about is making this brat lose it, make her realize that there are consequences for teasing this hard and not following through. So you lean in and go right for a taste, taking a long, generous lick across her wet slit, savoring her sweet nectar and wanting more. 

"D-daddy!" Wonyoung groans as she grabs the back of your head, letting her legs fall over your shoulders while you eat her out, and she nearly bucks right off the table. You've done this enough times to know how sensitive this girl gets, the way her taste becomes stronger every lick, all the easiest ways to have her quivering, to make her pussy drip right into your mouth.

You take another slow lick of her cunt, this one right up to her swollen clit, letting your tongue tease around it before drawing circles—little laps, flat swipes across that have her writhing. Wonyoung knows better than to be so fucking loud in a place like this, but that won't stop her from moaning your name so shamelessly, arching her back right off the table and getting a good grip of your hair.

"Oh my god," Wonyoung whines, eyes wide as you pay no attention to those desperate pleas, letting them fuel you as your hands grip around her thighs to keep her from squirming away, eating that delicious pussy like you're starved. You have the brat helpless, with a hand tight on the back of your head, the other covering her mouth to muffle the shameless noises spilling out. 

Wonyoung just moans right into her palm, choking back the desperate cries for more while you lick away and plunge your tongue deeper inside her wet cunt, almost daring someone to overhear this pretty girl losing it.

Fuck, she tastes amazing, and her entire body quivers from every messy lap of your tongue, a growing mess dripping down your chin that's only going to get worse. No matter how quiet she's trying to be, this girl's never been anything less than a loud, trembling mess the moment her legs spread, and this is no exception.

The risk is secondary to how much you love burying your head between her legs, licking up every part of her cunt that glistens like a feast that you can't get enough of. You’ve got Wonyoung far too worked up to care about anything but grabbing your head, unabashed by how you eat her out without mercy.

She'll learn her fucking lesson if you have to make her gush over and over again on top of this table. And even when she tries her hardest to close her legs and wiggle away, you'll do it again. 

Wonyoung can't keep that one word from spilling out, moaning 'daddy' over and over and crying out how fucking good you are at eating this delicious pussy. Each swipe of your tongue feeds your arousal more than ever, lapping at her cunt, slurping on her clit that gets all the best noises out of her, her thighs clamping around your head and pinning you exactly where you belong, just face-first between these legs of a goddess.

It's almost laughable how much effort she's wasted trying to keep her volume low, yet her entire body surrenders to your mouth. One harsh slurp of her sensitive clit has her grabbing a fistful of your hair in desperation, head falling back on the hard surface of the table and biting her bottom lip, a useless attempt to contain the pleasure.

There's no letting up, not after getting her so ridiculously wet—sucking hard on her clit between filthy, relentless licks, eating her out like this isn't happening in a library, like it's just another day of breaking Wonyoung down and making her melt. 

She's trying to ride your face, fuck herself on your mouth with these frantic, uncontrollable jerks of her hips that almost force you to tear yourself away just so you can have a moment to breathe.

But you don't need that. Not when her hips only move out of control, and the grip in your hair gets even tighter while she squirms. She's right where you want her, and if you really wanted to, you could drag this out a little longer to prolong every tremble and whine until she's in tears. That's a risk you're not willing to take, given she might alert the entire building to where you two are.

Instead, you'll have mercy, if you can call it that. 

You offer no chance to gather her senses, focusing on the sensitive bud between your lips, that little part of her that’s more than enough to drive her right over the edge. Looking up, there’s that perfect view of her pretty, flushed features, a girl far past falling apart while you suck her clit hard, dig your fingers into her creamy flesh and send her hurdling right over the fucking line.

"F-f-fuck—fuck, gonna cum, fucking gonna—"

Wonyoung is incoherent already, hardly able to keep those frantic cries held back, thighs locked around your head, toes curling when the orgasm hits hard. In seconds, she's gushing all over your face and spasming hard, hips bucking desperately against the greedy laps of your tongue to contain the arousal you’re drowning in. Let anyone walk by—you welcome it, you’ll thrive on it, because you’re not stopping. 

The sheer pleasure becomes overwhelming as Wonyoung rides it out, thighs trembling, body shaking so violently that even the table shifts, breath so shaky she could collapse any second. When it's done, Wonyoung can't even speak, trying to shove your head away, but you're not letting up—certainly not done with this delicious treat in front of you. "Daddy, stop—too m-much—"

There's not a chance you'll listen. Not after this fucking tease from earlier. 

You’ll lick up every drop of her juices from her soaked cunt and ignore the tremble in her thighs that loosen their grip, only to clamp back shut when she reaches the edge again. Any more words spoken, any more pleading, everything dissolves the longer this goes, eating her out without relent, even after she’s too sensitive to endure any more, not given a second of rest.

"D-daddy!" she cries out, eyes rolled to the back of her head when she cums on your face again, harder than before. Lips parted, shuddering and digging her nails into your scalp, Wonyoung grabs anything to try and free herself, the overstimulation far, far too much. The way her voice wavers—you can't think of anything more beautiful, one more lap at her cunt to give a final suck on her swollen, throbbing clit, forcing her to ride out the orgasm with your mouth all over that little bud.

Wonyoung can’t help but force more pleas out, body overwhelmed beyond her control. Once your mouth pulls off her cunt, you get a good look at the delicious view left behind, as you leave kisses on her messy thighs, the shaking yet to subside while she lies there on the table, breathless, unable to even move. 

"You're so fucking delicious, princess," you growl, noticing her expression when the fingers gripping your head finally let up and she collapses against the table. "Couldn't get enough of your pretty cunt." 

Wonyoung can't offer up a single word, still sobbing quietly, writhing with the aftershocks yet to cease. Her entire body feels too sensitive, drunk off pleasure and an utter trembling mess underneath, still yet to stop the desperate little spasms of her hips at what you did between her legs.

"That mouth of yours is fucking dangerous," Wonyoung sobs out, not bothering to lift her head to even glance at you. This girl that normally commands a room can't do anything but lie there—a pathetic, overwhelmed, mess, all sprawled out. "C-can't—can't fucking believe you made me cum like that.”

"You know me, princess. Couldn't help myself."

A faint sigh is all she has to give. It takes a moment, but she somehow manages to sit upright, eyes glazed when she looks up, the poor thing utterly ruined after one round. "Fuck, I’m still shaking. That’s how good daddy’s mouth is…”

You can't help laughing at how spent Wonyoung has gotten from just your mouth between her legs. A rare occasion. "Then maybe we should cut the study break short for today, princess."

Wonyoung perks her head up and stares at you, looking rather disappointed. "Hey, wait—you're still so fucking hard. We're not leaving until we do something about that. Come on."

Well, there's no denying that, even in her disheveled state. And she's not going anywhere without it being dealt with properly, already unbuttoning your pants and impatiently trying to tug them down. "Here? Still?” 

"Where else? If we haven't gotten caught at this point, it's not going to happen. Yes, here—dummy,” Wonyoung says, recovering enough to give your cock some relief when your boxers meet your pants around your ankles. “Fuck me raw on this table. Right now.” 

That rapacious look of hers is too much, every set of long strokes working wonders to get you desperate for what this girl's willing to offer up. "This looks pretty painful, daddy, doesn't it? Your cock deserves some gratitude. For what that mouth did to me."

But before you can even get a word out, she leans back again—this time raising both feet, pressing each sole against the swollen head of your cock. Nothing you can do but grunt when her delicate toes squeeze the head just so, her other foot stroking the entire length, coaxing precum that drips down.

"So fucking hard. Might just burst if my pretty little feet keep jerking you off, huh?"

Wonyoung knows exactly what you crave—and knows too well what a tease like this does to your cock. Just those small touches against your most sensitive spots, little strokes of her toes that urge you right where she wants you. 

The way her toes tease the tip, slide down to play with your balls, getting them heavier before dragging back up with one sole caressing your cock again, is downright dizzying. "That's what you fucking love, isn't it, daddy? These soft feet all over that huge dick of yours—"

She has you in the palm of her hand—always has and always will.

"Princess, quit teasing," you groan, unable to do anything but watch as she places both feet flat on either side of your cock, stroking up and down the sides while keeping the head right at her toes. This is absolute bliss. She watches with those big, doe eyes, observing how you can't keep from throbbing, her toes toying and sliding everywhere they possibly can. 

"Then do something about it," Wonyoung tempts, keeping those long legs raised and stroking your shaft with both her soles. Until you grab those legs and hoist them on your shoulders, wiping that grin off her face when you line her tight entrance with your needy, dripping cock. 

And now you're the one teasing, nudging your cock just inside the silky lips of her cunt, getting enough of that wet warmth around the head before pulling away.

It draws a breathy moan from Wonyoung, with her legs anchored onto your shoulders, slick juices all over your tip each time you brush through her slit. The way she mouths out a 'please’, begging for you to shove that cock between her folds and stuff her little cunt—makes you prolong this delicious torment for far too long.

"This what you wanted? For me to do something about your dripping cunt?" you taunt, rubbing your cockhead against those drenched lips, loving the desperate whine when you slide in enough to make her want more before you pull right back out. 

"Just fuck me—shove it in. Quit playing already."

"Oh, you don't wanna beg? Fucking brat can tease me but not the other way around, is that how it works?"A deep sigh follows when Wonyoung grows annoyed each time you drag along her slit and tease a few thrusts to slide right in. 

"I don't need to beg. That's your job, I just need you to plow my fucking pussy," Wonyoung demands, trying her best not to whine with each denied attempt at entry. 

"That's the fucking plan, brat,” you growl as you push further inside the heat of her slick, well-devoured cunt and bury the rest of your cock, getting a deep gasp from Wonyoung who welcomes every thick inch with little resistance. That tight pussy swallows every inch in an instant, wrapping around every bit you give her, so warm, so inviting, drenched and perfectly clenching around you.

"Tight fucking slut, god. How can you still feel so damn good no matter how many times I'm inside you?" Barely a few thrusts and Wonyoung feels so wet, drenching your cock that's suffocating in this slippery heat.

"Because you're fucking addicted," she answers, smirk fading fast while grabbing the edge of the table and losing herself with each pump of your hips.

"And you can't live a day without this dick—" That's what gets the loudest cry out when Wonyoung clenches tighter, those never ending legs spread on your shoulders while your hips crash right into her as you thrust deep into that wet little hole. 

"Because it's mine."

You can't disagree, not at a time like this. With her eyes locked on yours, her lips part to spill these needy moans, cheeks flushed a deep pink. You’re buried inside her, every inch claimed by the kind of heat and insane grip that makes it nearly impossible to let you escape. 

Wonyoung is perfect, always is, perfect to be fucked deep and raw. Perfect to bend over whatever is in reach, using whichever part of her gorgeous body she wants you in. And now these legs feel so natural resting on your shoulders, one on either side, locked behind your neck to make the angle even deeper. 

“Daddy feels so deep inside, fucking wrecking my pussy," is all Wonyoung can get out in between heaving breaths while the whole table jostles each time you hit the deepest parts and plunge through these walls to stay buried.

There's no objection in how you pound into her, nothing but pure, unrestrained lust, not a single care with every noise coming out of her mouth, every squelch that echoes as your heavy balls slap into the curve of Wonyoung's tight ass.

"Princess, fuck, so good—love this tight fucking pussy. Love your filthy fucking mouth and your pretty face and all of you. Love fucking you here on this table," you say, the praise spilling out without even trying. And Wonyoung has been far from subtle the moment you started driving your dick deep, mouth never shut—the heavy moans, the loud gasps, every deep breath growing ragged with every new thrust.

"Love when you fuck me so hard," Wonyoung murmurs back, doing nothing to tone down her reactions as she demands your cock claim all of her tight, impossibly soaked cunt. The feeling is very mutual. There's not anything better than these hot, slippery lips trapping you inside, tightening around every part that's throbbing.

All in a library, no less. One that’s neglected, but the lack of concern only makes you pound this tight cunt faster. Maybe you’ll check off another banned location from your list, because the studying going on here is anything but academic. 

"Fuck, fuck, you're stretching me so much—rearranging my guts, daddy." 

"Library, princess…" you remind her, words she doesn't hear or even care about. Not that you give any more of a damn. Your hips don’t either as you keep slamming away, lost in the feeling of how good every thrust feels, nothing less than balls deep while you grip her legs for leverage. She clenches harder the deeper your thrusts hit, until her voice stalls, and she lets the moans get a bit too loud. 

Wonyoung just can't contain herself and gushes all over your cock, forcing you to fight through that mess that floods out all over.

It gets everywhere—all over your thighs, the table, her bag, even the floor. Wonyoung can't stop trembling, eyes rolling back, legs shaking hard, all this messy gushing that's threatening to shove you out if not for her cunt desperately holding you inside.

"S-shit, daddy, couldn't help myself. Your huge cock feels too fucking good. Too fucking deep in me," she gasps out when her legs give out on their own and those ankles detach from your shoulders. 

"Made such a huge mess, princess," you say, not stopping the steady, deep pumps even as her legs now rest limply against the table. Each thrust turns her into more of a whimpering mess, overstimulated in a way that makes her toes curl, legs continuing to shake when you fill her to the hilt and keep fucking her. 

"That's your fault, not mine. You love fucking me wherever I want, can’t help how good it feels.” 

No rest for either of you then, it seems. You're right back to it, holding her thighs apart to slam into her pussy in a relentless rhythm, smacking your hips into her tight little body, pistoning hard enough the table rattles. And there's no time for Wonyoung to do anything other than lose control. 

"Daddy can't stop fucking me," Wonyoung taunts in the middle of her heavy panting and moans, tongue out, drool spilling past her lips with each hard slam. "You love my tight little pussy way too much to stop." 

As if she didn't just fucking gush like a hydrant a minute ago.

Wonyoung doesn't get anything else out when she opens her legs as much as she can, finding enough strength to wrap them around you, tight as can be to get you even deeper inside. There's not a chance she would allow this cock anywhere else with how hard she squeezes and makes sure not an inch slips away.

"Daddy's not going anywhere, not with my fucking legs locked. Not letting you fucking leave or ever pull out—"

"You think I could ever leave your warm little cunt when it feels this good? Not a chance, princess." You can't possibly look away from those expressive eyes, full lips open with heavy, desperate groans, staring right at you as you keep sinking inside, every throb met by a delicious squeeze that demands you give every fucking drop. 

This harsh rhythm, the sound of flesh against flesh, a cacophony of groans while Wonyoung keeps those legs wrapped tight leaves you drowning in this pleasure.

"Want you to fucking cum right inside of me, daddy. Can't take it anymore—just fucking pump me full, pump my womb with all that hot fucking seed, make me leak all over this fucking table. Breed me right here in this fucking library, right now. Please, daddy—please." 

When she begs so prettily like that, with you buried so deep, what resistance is left in you? Nobody has these pleading eyes like Wonyoung, trying to squeeze your cock as tight as possible to empty you inside. 

This isn't a study break, but a full on performance by both of you. The library is the worst place for this, and yet it doesn't stop you from pumping harder into Wonyoung's slick cunt, like you're just asking to be heard at the back of the third floor. 

"Gonna fucking fill this pussy," you growl, powerless to stop the inevitable with how tight these walls cling around you, downright impossible to not erupt when she has you right where she wants. Those legs around your waist expedite it even further. 

“P-please, right now,” Wonyoung begs one final time, giving you just enough time to look up, to see the way those eyes are looking at you—not pleading anymore, but a sense of desperation in there. 

Not another moment to think. Not another second to stop yourself from doing just that. With a final, unapologetic slam that hits as deep as her body can take, you unleash everything inside, heavy spurts flooding right into her tight, greedy cunt. That voice that has you pumping hot, messy streams of cum from your aching balls into the girl who craves it more than anything. 

It's fucking endless, it always is. Her cunt swallows your load with every violent throb, greedy walls squeezing hard to wring out the spurts you pound even deeper inside. 

And that's just what Wonyoung deserves, taking your load with pride. The relief is undeniable, second to the way her pretty face glows, lips parted as the last of your cum disappears into her well-fucked pussy, never, ever getting tired of the grip that demands more. 

"Every single drop…” Wonyoung murmurs as you fill her up, legs locked so tight around your body to make sure all of that cum stays inside, a hot, sticky, pearlescent mess flooding her insides. No pulling out. Not until you're totally drained, that's her demand, and that's non-negotiable.

"So thick, so fucking warm, daddy. Keep fucking it all deeper, wanna feel it leaking." There’s little you can do but that, move your hips in small movements, to make sure your fresh load finds its place deep between those creamy thighs. 

Your thrusts slow down by the end of it, all this combined pleasure that's finally taken its toll. Finally having the chance to catch a breath, you close your eyes and revel in the softness wrapped around your sensitive shaft, in the sweat you can feel trickling down the side of your face. There’s no better satisfaction than pumping this pretty pink cunt to the fucking brim. 

"Princess made me cum so damn hard. You just couldn't wait to empty these balls into that tight fucking cunt, could you, brat?" you whisper against the shell of her ear, face buried right against her bare shoulder when it's just the two of you defeated by exhaustion, no break from the grip her legs won’t give up. 

"Daddy always gives his princess always gets what she wants. Love when you use me to drain those heavy fucking balls."

You don't know what it is with these two today—these demanding, greedy brats craving the seed that's pumping into Wonyoung and oozing right from the tight little hole it fills, but there’s no complaints. None whatsoever. 

"First your car, then the library. It's like you both hate the apartment now," you tell her, earning a little giggle betraying any sense of decorum.

"Or maybe we’re just two insatiable sluts that love daddy fucking us wherever possible," she fires back with a tremble in her voice, and a little peck to your lips, finally freeing the hold her legs have around you. You don't pull out quite yet, taking a moment to savor the warmth and the mess you’ve left inside before easing out—

You watch the most sinful little sight when you do, a flood of thick cum without cease onto the library table, those beautiful thighs, everywhere it chooses to defile. 

There's definitely not the smallest bit of remorse or modesty, despite the huge mess the two of you have just made. The mixture of your cum and Wonyoung’s floods through this table, no doubt ruining anything in the near vicinity. At least it'll be a fun story to explain to Yujin why you're banned from a different library entirely.

But that’s a problem for later. Right now, you're too focused on the sight of your cum dripping down Wonyoung’s thighs, watching as her fingers trail through the thick white between her legs, shoving whatever escapes back inside. There's silence while she does so, save for her loud, uneven breaths and your own. 

You lean in to kiss her, this time a longer press of your lips as you cradle her face, tongue invading past her parted lips, lost in this lust for what seems like forever. 

"This is a library, you two know—" 

The sudden interruption has you pulling away in panic, because it's not a voice you know. Wonyoung, however, doesn’t look the least bit bothered when she glances to find another pair of eyes staring right at the two of you.

"Yes, very fucking aware," Wonyoung replies in a rather calm voice given the circumstances. You follow her gaze, seeing it hone in on a figure not too far from what you’ve done to this poor table. 

It's not the head librarian at least, the only relief you can have with your pants around your ankles. 

Whoever it is takes a step closer to reveal herself, a younger woman, student if you had to guess, judging by the book she holds (or rather, embraces), and the backpack slung over her shoulder.

"Then why are you two defiling my favorite study spot?" the girl asks, coming closer. There's annoyance when there should be shock, her concerns clearly involving any inconvenience and not how compromising this position is. 

“Shouldn't you be a little quieter then? This is a library after all," Wonyoung fires right back, returning her gaze with a finger still mindlessly running through those creamy folds, until one pops right into her mouth. She doesn't give an ounce of embarrassment or the slightest consideration to this other woman inches away. 

"Yes, a library. For the purposes of studying. And it looks like there's been a fucking orgy happening on this table," the other girl says in return. There's a trace of sarcasm, one that matches Wonyoung well while she inspects the damage, to where the table has a thick trail of fluids that's not going away.

"And what would you know about studying? Don't exactly recall seeing you in class once this semester, sweetie."

"How would you—" the other woman starts, stopping herself. She stands there with arms folded, both of them hesitant for a moment until she gathers her thoughts. "We have economics together. Every Tuesday. And every week, you're off getting dicked down somewhere or I don't know, whatever other hobbies you have that involve spreading your legs."

"Sorry for having a social life. Maybe you should try it out, Gaeulie."

This girl laughs a little, leaning against a dusty bookshelf. "Gaeulie? No one's called me that since—"

"Our senior year in high school, I know. But it's the same Gaeul, isn't it? Still the shy, nerdy girl with the same smart mouth, huh?” 

And now it all clicks together in an instant, even without knowing a thing about her. Someone who clearly can handle Wonyoung, knows how to handle her without being the least bit bothered by any of these insults, clearly used to such attitude.

"You'd be surprised. Things change," Gaeul starts, gaze traveling around the table. It falls onto you, and she takes a second, studying.

Wonyoung just stares.

"Yujinnie mentioned something about a guy she was banging lately, said she was sharing him with you. Thought it was just a one time thing, but looks like you're still here, yeah?" Gaeul asks, with that gaze glued right where it is, on you, between your legs and for longer than just a cursory glance. "With a huge cock, apparently. Guess that's as good enough reason as any." 

It doesn't make you uneasy as it should, perhaps because you're still processing this all. But the way she ogles your body, that's what does, not wanting to strike up a conversation all exposed like this. 

Her eyes just follow wherever she pleases, and doesn't even attempt to hide her blatant stare. 

With your clothes back on, now you can at least look at this girl named Gaeul for more than a second. Not bad to look at, honestly. She's rather attractive, but the polar opposite of Yujin and Wonyoung in her casual hoodie and jeans, glasses neatly atop her face, long blonde hair and a shy smile to go with it. A smaller stature compared to the other two and just a general timidness that's clear, but not without enough confidence to go head-to-head with Wonyoung.

"Hi, I'm Gaeul," she reiterates. "Nice to meet you. Enjoyed the little show. Sorry, didn't mean to stare at your cock that long. Impressive though." 

This is awkward, to say the least. Meeting an acquaintance of Wonyoung when you're naked from the waist down. That's a new one.

You have not a thing to say, just a quick nod while you shake the extended hand, meeting this mysterious woman. Gaeul can only let out a giggle, and you think this might be more embarrassing than being banned from another library.

"Well, as much as I would love to stand here and chat, it smells like a goddamn porn set back here, and I've got an assignment to complete. Unlike someone who skips class just to get a dick down their throat," Gaeul says, smiling the whole time she speaks. "We should grab a drink sometime. And maybe—"

She gives a glance towards you, then back between your legs. "Maybe you could bring him too. Oh, and don't worry. I won't tell anyone what happened here. That librarian forgot her hearing aid, probably. Besides, who would ever believe a cute little nerdy girl about a study corner getting used for this kind of debauchery?"

Before anything gets answered, Gaeul's already out of view, leaving a last little wave behind her and heading out. And that's when you can finally breathe again.

"Don't say a damn word," Wonyoung warns the same moment you even think about opening your mouth, hopping off the table. She scans the room, eyes landing on the soaked, crumpled panties tossed among the wreckage. Without a word, she stuffs them into her purse, adjusting her dress like nothing ever happened.

"Time to go, daddy. We have an hour left, and that cock isn't done spilling cum in me. Let's go find another place. Preferably one with less dust."

For now, you're too exhausted to object, being led back out of the library, in search of your next potential place to desecrate.

Which turns out, is no easy feat, when your options are rather limited, given it's past midday. Public bathrooms are overdone at this point. The science center is a bigger no, as is every lecture hall that is entirely too occupied to even enter. The cafeteria is dead at this hour, but even for Wonyoung that's far too risky, even with that one spot she keeps insisting on, the one she swears no one will ever wander back to.

A quick text to Yujin to check in, and she replies back asking how many times your balls have been emptied, with not much more advice than to try the auditorium. Which apparently Wonyoung takes up on—and that's always a dangerous thing, judging from the way she tugs on your arm.

So now your back is against the bright, white wall of the racquetball court, another ‘abandoned’ space that she’s taken you, a term that you aren’t even sure means anything anymore. Nowhere near as exciting as that one time Wonyoung dragged you into the pilates studio—when the only stretching involved was her leg hooked on the ballet bar and your cock buried in her tight little cunt, each thrust rocking her petite frame against the mirrored wall.

And this is more of the same.

Your pants might as well live around your ankles these days. The racquetball court has seen better days, with paint peeling from the walls, floorboards a little worse for wear. 

Not to mention the lights dim and flicker, but it’s still bright enough to catch the obscene sight of Wonyoung on her knees, drool spilling from her lips as she devours your cock. Like it hasn’t even been five minutes since you last emptied yourself inside her.

"You’re greedy, today. Getting my cock in your mouth the second we step through the door," you point out, running a hand through her hair as the sound of that sloppy mouth gets louder with every bob of Wonyoung's pretty head. And these walls echo with every slurp that spills out. 

Her eyes peer up through the mess of spit that drips down, two fingers rubbing at her pink slit while she slobbers over every inch. She's messy in the cutest of ways. Lips pink, parted, and pouty as they slide down your shaft, right to the back of her wet throat. Her cheeks hollow as she works nice and slow, grabbing your hips when she stuffs your entire cock in her mouth with only a tiny bit of a gag. 

All the little choked gasps, the effort she makes to take you deeper, those eyes that get all wide when you help force her head all the way to the hilt.

"I'm greedy everyday, daddy. Haven't you realized that, yet?" 

Hard to realize anything but how good those soft fucking lips feel wrapped around your cock. That warm mouth spilling plenty of drool over every inch, so utterly soaked, pink little tongue dragging along every vein when Wonyoung runs those luscious lips right back down. Until her nose is buried against your pelvis, leaving no room to breathe as she keeps your dick in the heavenly depths of her tight fucking throat.

It’s easy to indulge that greediness, when your cock aches just as bad, forcing her head down the way you need, with your fingers through that silky dark hair, threaded right through. 

Especially when you press her up against the court wall, with a handful of hair and fuck into her slick, needy cunt, sinking in deep without restraint. No need to hold back when the soundproof walls swallow up every obscene noise, not when Wonyoung is demanding to be ruined, begging for more with every pathetic gasp.

Neither of you giving a single fuck how loud you can get, yanking back to expose that pretty little throat that Wonyoung leaves all vulnerable, the marks from earlier still noticeable, even more vivid on that pale flesh when your teeth dig in. 

The best part is how all your thrusts amplify in this large space, each rough pop of your hips forcing her slender body against the padded court wall. It's the sweet sounds that escape her mouth, loud moans and gasps and filthy praises spilling from those swollen lips. How wet she gets with every thrust pinning her to the wall as she cries out 'daddy' like a mantra, cunt only gripping tighter the more your hips slam into her ass.

And she tries—to get her hand underneath, to rub against her swollen clit but you move her wrists above her, pressing her body flat against the wall. "You'll cum on this cock when it's time. No help."

"That's not fucking fair." The tone Wonyoung says it with doesn't even matter, not with how helpless she looks against you.

"Too bad. Bad girls don't get to decide the rules."

That makes her cry out another moan, her tight cunt clamping even harder. "How am I supposed to not touch myself when you keep destroying my fucking pussy like this?"

"Quit whining, brat. You can take it, can't you?"

"Of course I can, daddy. I just—oh god, it's so good. Just wanna cum on your fat cock, please."

A weak argument at best. "You think that's not gonna happen with how fucking hard you're getting pounded into this wall? No chance.”

“D-daddy, please—“ 

A slap lands so hard across her bare ass that she yelps into the surface her cheek rests against. Another even harder comes after, no relent or consideration, one that she'll feel at her next class, regardless of when she decides to show up.

Wonyoung is in her element here. A public space but contained, making as many noises and shameless sounds as she pleases. 

Panties ripped off and thrown somewhere on the court, with heels, of course. This time they stay on her feet, so they do little more than add an extra little thud when you deliver every slam inside that delicious, soaked cunt that can barely take all of you.

“You’re throbbing—which means I get another load. Fill me where I want it,” Wonyoung pleads, like she’s so sure she’ll get anything. Even with the loud spanks on her ass that cut through her moans, leaving her with red handprints and bruised flesh that just makes her whine for more.

"No—"

Another slap on her tight ass, another loud gasp she offers up in return, a tug back so you can whisper in her ear. "Princess doesn't get another load in her cunt—this one belongs all over your pretty fucking face."

So a clench of her dripping wet walls is what you get in reply, because she'll take your cum however she can. Nothing gets her cunt drenched more than imagining your cum spilled across her. 

Then it’s one final, frantic thrust before you pull out, and Wonyoung doesn't hesitate at all, dropping down to her knees and awaiting her favorite reward. She watches the way you stroke your cock in front of her angelic face, and that sultry pout on her full lips is more than enough to get you there. 

With one hand through her hair and the other gripping tight around your cock, you keep Wonyoung as close as can be, her eyes wide as she patiently waits and anticipates every bit of your cum, offering her whole face as a canvas.

The first thick blast hits Wonyoung's face right away, landing all over her cute nose and splattering white streaks across her plump pink lips. Next comes her forehead, shooting a double of long, sticky strands all the way up to her dark hair, cock still gripped firmly so you can target every gorgeous fucking spot on her. 

Each heavy spurt paints her perfect skin, spurts that end up all over her cheeks, on her chin and that outstretched tongue to leave this brat properly covered, just as promised. Your load clings to those lips that shine under the bright lights, unable to contain a giggle from how proud she is to get decorated.

She's gorgeous. There's never enough time to savor this incredible sight, Wonyoung with your cum painted all over her beautiful face.

"Love how your cum feels all over me. Love when daddy blows his big, heavy load all over my fucking face."

Wonyoung strokes your cock against her cheek, pulsating right on her face and wearing every spurt across her smooth skin like a trophy. A dizzying sight, her messy smile and your cum streaked across that pretty face, the kisses she lands on the sensitive tip of your cock that sends more shudders through you.

The lights buzz overhead. Somewhere above, shoes squeak faintly across the floor, sounding so much louder when Wonyoung's fully distracted, lazily stroking your sensitive cock. 

"Well, well, well—" 

Interrupted again. But this time, there’s no mystery when you both glance up at the viewing balcony above you. Who else but Yujin leaning against the railing with a clear view down, ponytail swaying as her head drops to get a better look.

She’s dressed in what looks like workout gear, a black sports bra and pink yoga pants that cling far too tightly around her thick thighs and shapely ass, slinging an athletic bag over one shoulder. There's a sheen of sweat on her skin like she's already spent the better part of an hour on a treadmill, yet looking gorgeous as ever. "Funny seeing you two here. Is this the premium courtside experience, or do I need to pay extra?"

Wonyoung says little, nor does she acknowledge the third party while she keeps her position, kneeling on the court floor. "My two hours aren't up yet. So unless you're going to stay and watch..."

"Trying to get rid of me? I paid for the full-access pass, so I better get my money's worth, princess," Yujin teases right back, already striding down the flight of stairs, heading in your direction. In seconds, she's down on the first floor of the court and making a beeline right towards the two of you.

You're the most vulnerable one in all this, cock out, pants around your ankles with Wonyoung still stroking your shaft at a steady rhythm. That little laugh from Yujin catches both your attention when she sees the mess covering Wonyoung's face.

"Jesus, princess. You're a fucking mess.” 

"You'd be too," Wonyoung defends, offering no apology as she slides a couple fingers through the cum dripping down her features before shoving them in her mouth to clean them, slurping lewdly. "If you saw what we were up to. My ass still fucking stings." 

Yujin only laughs. "Good."

Wonyoung rises from the court floor then, only to be met with Yujin who leans in with a little smirk and plants a greedy kiss on those cum-smeared lips, getting a good taste without hesitation. Then it’s just pure lust as their tongues collide, swapping saliva and the lingering taste of your cum they crave more of. 

And now you’re the one just watching. Standing with your dick still out in the open while these two make in front of you—Yujin's fingers sliding between Wonyoung's legs to plunge them inside, eager for another taste from somewhere else.

"Daddy didn't wanna cum in your little pussy, huh?" Yujin taunts, like she can't see the mess that's still present on Wonyoung's glazed features. 

"He did already. Filled me so good a little while ago, and now he wanted my pretty face all covered—don't be jealous just because you didn't get yours."

Not like Yujin has anything to envy, watching Wonyoung fall apart at the feeling of her long fingers buried between those wet lips, not even giving a care to your presence. "Daddy came inside me first, though. In your car, remember? He couldn't help it while my tight cunt kept riding his huge fucking dick..."

That's the best way to get Wonyoung to shut up—still annoyed at what the two of you did in her car. Yujin slips out the two fingers coated in Wonyoung's juices, then licks them clean without breaking eye contact. 

"So fucking what? What are you even doing here, anyway, Yujinnie?” 

"Other than watch you two fuck like animals? Thought I'd get an actual workout in, and see what you two were up to. Are those your panties?" Yujin asks, laughing as she glances down to a small pair of discarded underwear that can't possibly qualify as anything. 

It's Wonyoung's turn to laugh now. "Might be. Daddy kind of ruined them."

You roll your eyes, gathering your senses back and finding some semblance of modesty that the other two clearly don't seem to grasp. "You begged me to. Rip them off and pound my pussy like a whore is what you said to be exact, so—"

"Shut up, daddy. I said no such thing—"

Yujin can't wipe that wide grin off her face, looking between you two with a judgmental shake of her head, acting like she hasn't said similar things. "Since we're not heading back to the apartment anytime soon... there's a locker room, down the hall. You know where that goes. We've got the place all to ourselves."

There's never a real break when the three of you are together, when Yujin gets that familiar gleam in her eye, pulling her ponytail free and letting that dark hair cascade down her back. 

That's about all Wonyoung needs, and all it takes for you to follow. She doesn't even attempt to make herself presentable, dress left hiked up and disheveled. Those clothes are all coming off anyway. "Hurry up, daddy."

You'd rather get out of this pathetic looking court sooner rather than later. So off to the locker room you all go, bags and belongings in hand. Your two leggy roommates saunter ahead of you, your gaze shamelessly aimed at Yujin's ass in those tight pants that hug every delicious curve to perfection. 

You'll never get cleaned up—not if these two have any say in it, but maybe you're okay with that. 

“Come on, it’s empty,” Yujin says as she leads the way into the locker room that’s surprisingly luxurious, with marble counters and large mirrors, rows of shower stalls and padded benches. It smells faintly of citrus and lavender—a surprising contrast with the neglected condition of the facility.

You're the first to follow Yujin and her deliciously swaying hips as she slides those yoga pants off, glancing over her shoulder to make sure you're watching before sliding her sports bra off. Now in just a tiny little pair of panties and nothing else, the small fabric does its best to cover that perfectly shaped ass, and those legs a sight you could stare at forever. She stretches her long limbs up above her head, toned arms flexing and offering an even more tantalizing glimpse of that bare back, where your hands always gravitate towards, all that smooth, flawless skin that feels so nice underneath your fingertips. 

"Enjoying yourself, daddy?" Yujin teases, taking her sweet time to peel those tiny panties off, bending forward and popping her ass up even more.

Your gaze can't stay away from every sinful inch, especially right between her legs, that gorgeous, smooth cunt of hers, and you're tempted to skip on a hot shower and bury your face between her thighs right fucking now.

"Hard not to when you look so good naked, Yujinnie," you answer back, taking a step forward to grope around her curvy hips, then squeeze at her plentiful ass, savoring the slight jiggle when you get a handful and knead those soft cheeks in your palms.

"Then you better take those clothes off too, daddy. Can't take a shower with these on, can you?” 

Yujin doesn’t say anything more when she turns around, walking backwards to the nearest shower stall as you get the full view of that delicious body from the front before she slips in and starts the water.

No time to waste. Your clothes end up scattered, shoes kicked off as you finally join Yujin already under the hot water, not afraid to push you against the tile wall and capture your lips in a deep kiss. And you can't wait another second to grab her ass again, feeling her soft flesh up while you enjoy her hungry mouth, steam surrounding you more and more as the hot water rains down your bodies.

"Who said you could start without me?" 

Wonyoung's voice interrupts as she stumbles in and closes the curtain. There's really not enough room for three in one shower stall, but you're all pressed in close and it doesn't matter. And hey, you aren't going to say no to having these two naked and all sharing the same water.

"Don't act like you don't love watching us," Yujin says in between the two of you devouring one another, her greedy hands sliding all over your body to find your cock already throbbing and needing her touch. "Was wondering if you were ever going to join us." 

"Had to wash this cum off my face, obviously," Wonyoung huffs, stepping closer to join in on the fun. She runs her wet tongue across your chest until her body is pressing into yours as well, all that wet skin sliding across yours and feeling so damn good. You switch from Yujin to Wonyoung, capturing those lips next with your tongue slipping right in to taste. 

Yujin isn't idle though, reaching below to grab your cock with her soapy, wet hands, stroking nice and slow. It’s so easy to find yourself lost between their mouths, swapping saliva with each girl while your cock gets more than a little needy. Now it's both of them who stroke, keeping up with the pace Yujin is setting while each of their lips claim yours back and forth, teeth teasing and tongues desperate for attention.

All the hot steam, all the naked skin on display and it's no surprise your cock is growing so stiff as Yujin slowly drops to her knees and positions herself between your thighs. Hot water falls over her, washing soap off your cock and trickles down the curves of her body while her tongue brushes in this playful tease over your dick that twitches with each touch.

"Didn't Wonyoung take care of you earlier, daddy? That huge load on her face and you're still this hard?" she asks, clearly not expecting a proper response, especially when she wraps her lips around your swollen tip and takes you deep into her tight throat all at once. And the moan that follows makes this question impossible to answer.

"That was barely even an appetizer," Wonyoung cuts in, kissing down your wet body, lips tracing down your abs while moving further and further below. The lower she drops, the more she crouches, the closer her hot mouth approaches—

And then her lips surround your aching balls while she begins to suck, drawing the hefty sack into her mouth to show her admiration. "Needed so much more than what he pumped across my face."

More sounds spill from your mouth with this extra attention. Yujin works diligently on your cock, bobbing her head along and drooling over your shaft, with Wonyoung on her knees right beside on the wet floor, lavishing your balls in tandem. Two ravenous mouths that seem to love the task, slurping and sucking without a care. Two noisy mouths kissing, licking, downright worshiping your cock from tip to base and everywhere in between.

"Fuck, you two are—" is all you can say when Yujin leans back to spit a huge mouthful of drool that coats your shaft, her palm stroking it all in before going back down again. 

Once she comes up, Wonyoung gets her lips right at one side of your thick cock, while Yujin takes the opposite, the two running those soft, warm lips from base to tip before their tongues dance all over your leaking cockhead together, trying their best to fit as much between their pretty lips as possible.

"My turn," Wonyoung demands, shoving your cock into her bratty mouth without warning. Yujin only giggles and dips back down, no objections when she latches her mouth on one of your heavy balls with a satisfying slurp.

"Mmh, daddy's balls are so full, so delicious," Yujin moans, staring at Wonyoung, sharing that lewd look that'll end you. 

The sight, the feeling, this devilish pair of lips treating your needy cock like a delicacy, it’s far too good, far too overwhelming the way their greedy mouths treat your cock. Especially Wonyoung, her mouth all warm and wet, all that tight suction from slobbering on your length without even a pause to breathe.

Her head bobs furiously along your shaft while she stuffs every inch down, straight past the back of her throat with little difficulty, right to the hilt. And Yujin is equally relentless with her attention, relentless in how she sucks at each your balls, running her tongue all over them before releasing with a loud pop that echoes in the shower before wrapping her mouth around again.

There's definitely nothing getting clean, but this is visual stimulation. Their gorgeous mouths competing with each other, two slobbery, soft sets of lips showing no sign of stopping until they get you off.

With Wonyoung choking you down, Yujin doesn't take too long to up the ante, eager to make you crumble with her tongue flicking fast on your balls as she guides a hand to one of your hips, moving between your legs. As she reaches underneath, a wet finger probes right at the spot she knows will make you fall to pieces. 

"F-fuck, Yujin," you rasp out when that curious digit circles your puckered hole before dipping just inside, not enough to penetrate but a steady tease.

Yujin withdraws, spitting into the palm of her hand so she can return to your ass, this nice, slippery feeling of her wet finger massaging your prostate to coax the right response out of you. One that she gets immediately, when the pressure mounts, and she traces your rim with the tip of her middle finger, eagerly anticipating the moment when you’ll lose it. 

Even with your cock impaling that tight little wet throat, Yujin makes damn sure to draw your attention, finger slowly pumping inside your ass. The wet slurps of Wonyoung’s greedy mouth are one thing, but the way those messy lips wrap around your balls as she continues her advance inside your ass is more than just another level. 

"Too fucking good, god, feels so fucking good," you groan as Yujin plunges even deeper, buried all the way in your ass and curling her finger to hit just the right places. "Not gonna last if you keep this up—” 

“Then don’t,” Yujin says, and that's clearly their intention. With the way they stare at one another and share an equally filthy smile before locking lips, trading their own sloppy spit between them before continuing their oral assault. One that doesn’t stop, Wonyoung picking up the pace as she works to choke you down her throat, a strangled, gargling moan and spit dripping off your balls, sloppier than you've ever felt before.

There’s no stopping this hungry duo, the greed they can’t stop displaying, each just as desperate for another load of your cum. 

Yujin looks up with all that wet hair stuck to her beautiful face, and that expression hits hard. Wonyoung has no other thought in her mind than swallowing this huge, thick load straight from the source as she takes you down her throat with ease, holding for as long as she needs to. 

Neither will back off as that heavy throbbing increases, their target clear, both ready to pull the trigger with all this combined effort driving you wild. Neither can resist the temptation to devour your length, your balls—kisses and frantic licks that won't quit, until all that overwhelming sensation becomes more than what your body can handle. 

"Let it out, daddy," Yujin hums, greedily drawing out as much cum as she can get with each suck of your balls. "Blow that huge load right down her filthy fucking throat.”

You don’t stand a chance. 

All that’s left is to grip tight at the back of Wonyoung’s head, forcing her down as your cock erupts without restraint, spilling everything into her wet mouth. 

Her eyes widen when you throb in her mouth, nails digging into her scalp as you erupt down that tight, warm little mouth that demands your hot cum, swallowing it all down with ease. That pretty mouth stays firmly at the base, each eager gulp taking as much of this thick, creamy load that churns out of your balls, shot after shot shooting straight down her throat. 

Wonyoung sucks harder than ever through every last twitch, holding your hips to keep you where she needs you, buried down her throat when she guzzles it all down. She doesn't stop, not until she's drained you dry, every last spurt coating her throat, not a drop wasted, not until she's satisfied, opening her mouth to show every last drop swallowed, tongue out to confirm just as much.

Not a moment to rest before they're both all over you in an instant, while their lips converge around the sensitive head of your cock, two greedy tongues all over your cockhead to taste you all over. 

“That cum is so delicious, daddy,” Wonyoung says and runs a long lick along your spent shaft, while Yujin savors a nice, slow slurp across your still throbbing cockhead, neither mouth ready to leave you. 

"I'm guessing you weren't sharing that, were you, princess?" Yujin asks as she looks at Wonyoung and gives another drag of her wet tongue on your cock.

"Hey, you said daddy came inside you first. And you ruined my car, so I think it's only fair if I get the rest—"

Yujin doesn't even look too bothered as they rise back up together, giggling as they lean in to share a heated kiss, sharing the flavor on each other's lips. "Always a greedy little brat, aren't you?"

"Can you blame me?” Wonyoung replies back, brushing her nose against Yujin’s. “When daddy loves filling us up, it makes it so hard not to be. And besides, you know there's plenty more..." 

Even as many times as you've been drained today, it still doesn't make much difference—one look at Wonyoung with those legs, water dripping down her pale flesh and Yujin with her hands all over that soft skin, and you feel just as insatiable as they always do.

You're content to be just a spectator, for now, or at least try to be while the two take all the room under the shower head, kissing slow and deep. Yujin takes hold of Wonyoung’s slender waist, always so easy to grip, and pulls her close, the other hand landing a sharp smack on her ass as the sound echoes through the steamy stall.

"D-do that again."

"No."

"Do it," Wonyoung whines. Yujin doesn't miss a beat, doing just that to make Wonyoung gasp out loud and give her the satisfaction of spanking her harder than before. Even better that she can't help the whimper that follows.

"You really are a slut," Yujin laughs, hand spanking her a third time. 

"Like you don't like when daddy makes your ass red, Yujinnie. Like I don't hear the way you beg when he fucks your ass in our kitchen..."

"Point taken," Yujin says, all giggles and gives a few more smacks across each cheek, letting you watch the flesh jiggle before giving one more final loud slap. And now you're really thankful for how long this hot water lasts, the temperature not dipping at all, not even when they both turn to face you and you get an eyeful of their dripping wet, perfect bodies all glistening underneath the running water. 

"You’re staring too much, daddy," Wonyoung purrs, that same bratty attitude with her hands all over Yujin's body, groping whatever part she can, no regard for modesty when the two are just as horny and desperate. “Or are you ready to go again so soon?” 

"Pretty sure his balls have been drained enough today," Yujin says, dipping a finger inside Wonyoung in a torturous, slow movement so she can enjoy the wetness. "Daddy's been so spoiled.” 

“S-shit, never enough. Can never have daddy fill me enough.” 

Yujin couldn’t agree any more.

“Look at you, princess,” Yujin murmurs, stopping mid-stroke. “You’re drenched. That greedy little cunt didn’t get enough?” 

“What do you think, Yuj—ah, fuck!” 

Your eyes go right between those slender legs where Yujin works her open, the wet squelch of Wonyoung's cunt the best sound heard over the fall of water in this shower. 

"Still so wet, princess. That big cock must have done a number on you. How many times did you cum all over it? Two? Three? A dozen?” 

Wonyoung gasps and clutches at your forearm, nails digging right into your skin for support. And Yujin takes that as an invitation, dropping to her knees right under the spray. 

Wall at your back, you hold Wonyoung by her hips and keep her steady while Yujin eats her out.

There’s nothing restrained about it. The sound of water hitting tile gets easily drowned out by the slick, lewd noises between Wonyoung’s wet, creamy thighs. You can feel her tense up, how she tries to stay upright but fails, her legs buckling with every flick.

Her head falls back against you, these beautiful whimpers that escape while Yujin is relentless, one arm hooked around Wonyoung’s thigh to keep her from squirming away. "Y-Yujin, I-I can't, oh god, I’m gonna fall—” 

Breathing right in her ear, you tighten your grip, fingers digging deep into the wet flesh as you keep Wonyoung held up. "You won't."

Yujin just keeps at it, tongue buried deep, lips latched tight, licking right at her throbbing little clit, listening to the way she falls apart so easy from a simple swipe. It’s beautiful how fast it can happen, just how much Yujin can break through Wonyoung's feisty exterior like it's nothing.

"I think we’re the ones who are spoiled with how good this pussy tastes," Yujin says between long laps, barely giving a break to catch her breath. You're only there to help, to keep Wonyoung from toppling over, holding her steady for Yujin to devour. 

“Y-Yujinnie, f-fuck—don’t stop,” Wonyoung breathes out as she grinds helplessly against the tongue ruining her. “Please don’t stop.” 

How could she ever? Even as the sounds in the shower grow louder, more desperate, your attention is solely focused right on Wonyoung, listening to her lose all control and composure so easily. Yujin licks right at her core a little faster, lapping all over, humming with satisfaction in the taste that this needy girl provides.

"Hold her tighter," Yujin instructs as she delivers a harsh slurp on Wonyoung's sensitive clit, one that causes a sharp intake of breath that fills the whole room. “She’s shaking.”

Of course she is—anyone would if they had Yujin's mouth right between their legs, giving everything she has, nails digging in a bit into Wonyoung’s thigh, keeping her exactly where she wants her. Without pause, her tongue darts back in, swirling around that sensitive nub, and hitting the spots she knows will cause the most damage.

And the best part is, you get a closeup view when this orgasm tears right through the pretty girl that's rapidly falling apart right in your arms. 

So you do nothing but hold Wonyoung tight, pressing kisses into her exposed neck, a mark or two forming wherever you decide to suck that gets her moaning a bit too loud.

Yujin is nothing but merciless. The more Wonyoung's toes curl, the louder her voice gets, the more frantic Yujin laps, fast swipes, more drawn-out flicks. Then her tongue buries inside her again, never a moment to rest, only devouring her dripping cunt to give her exactly what she deserves.

You can feel the shudders, how Wonyoung is so overcome from this sensation, writhing between your grasp. And it's happening sooner than expected, the little cries erupting through her moans, the desperation seeping in as her body starts to falter.

"Think she’s about to cum—aren’t you, princess?” you ask, kissing right behind Wonyoung's ear, that spot where you know she’s the most sensitive. Wonyoung can't respond with anything but broken moans, so Yujin does it for her.

"Good, want my fucking tongue all over her pretty pussy when she does. Want her to gush all over me." Yujin doesn't slow down for anything, doesn't miss a single moment. Not when those thighs tremble, not when her breath hitches.

"S-so close," Wonyoung whines out, in her cute, desperate voice, knowing it'll drive Yujin's efforts even more. She says little between her loud slurps, keeping a hand on Wonyoung’s quivering thigh to help stabilize the poor thing. 

“You wanna cum, princess? Show us how good this is making you feel."

An all-out assault comes on her clit before she can even think of a response. Every single flick of her tongue, everything Yujin can throw her way. Wet, sloppy, utterly obscene sounds echo and fill up the room, sounding more pathetic, more erratic the closer Wonyoung gets, trying to buck those hips further against Yujin's skilled mouth.

No restraint left for Wonyoung to carry as she lets loose at the speed Yujin fucks her sopping wet pussy with her tongue. Those long, slender fingers clutch right at the back of Yujin's head, fumbling through strands of damp hair to anchor her close to her cunt. 

It all just feeds Yujin to make her lose it. 

All it takes is one last, achingly long lick—Yujin's tongue dragging up from her drooling slit, then sealing tight around her clit. That's what sets the fireworks off, a gentle squeeze of her thigh to send the floodgates free. Wonyoung can’t stop from shaking uncontrollably, and you struggle to hold her upright with just how strong these sensations hit. 

Wonyoung cums hard—trembling in your arms, toes digging into the wet tiles beneath her feet while those pretty features contort. Her breaths come out in heavy pants with an overwhelming craving for Yujin's tongue, and gives every drop she releases, everything spilled into her mouth, cumming on her face, soaking everywhere her tongue makes contact.

It's beautiful to watch when she shatters completely. You try your best to keep Wonyoung upright as the violent spasms flow through her, legs all but useless as those moans let out right into the steam surrounding her. 

"Your cunt tastes so good when you cum, princess," she praises as her tongue swipes all over those soaked folds, cleaning up whatever she can. It’s too much for Wonyoung, and Yujin is far too good at knowing how to make this high linger, her movements not slowing in the slightest. 

And Wonyoung is so beautiful the way she trembles, face flushed, full lips parted, chest heaving when her cunt spills into Yujin’s insatiable mouth nonstop. 

Yujin won’t let up, that throbbing clit not leaving her lips until she's dragged out the most pathetic whimpers she can. The sounds are simply too irresistible, the cries and pleas only growing the harder Yujin slurps—knowing her favorite place is in between these thighs that can't stop violently spasming.

"F-fuck—enough. Stop. Please," Wonyoung whines out, fully leaning against you and almost impossible to balance between the two of you. Yujin does eventually, but not until she's made sure to lick every single part clean, only pulling away when those lips glisten with Wonyoung, and not a single drop is wasted.

After it's all over, Yujin lifts her head up and laughs, kissing up the porcelain skin of Wonyoung’s body yet to stop shaking, moving up to share her taste. "Our pretty, spoiled little brat. Always looks so perfect when she's making a mess," Yujin says when they break apart, dipping a finger back right into her warmth to get a little extra overstimulation out of her. 

"N-not my fault you're both so good at making me feel good. Have to be greedy when—when both of you ruin me so fucking well."

It's cute, to say the least. How overwhelmed and wrecked Wonyoung gets, trying so hard not to act desperate and failing every time.

You have not a thing to add, enjoying the view far more than anything else, while these two share a moment under the running water. Yujin wipes the tears in Wonyoung's eyes, kisses being placed against the pretty streaks down her face. "We didn't really get cleaned up here, did we?"

"We never do..." Wonyoung answers.

Now you're the one planting kisses on Wonyoung's wet skin, working your way from the spot behind her neck. Over her shoulders, down her bare back, Yujin does the same while she stands there, basking in the shower of attention both of you provide. 

"We should get you home, Wonyoungie. Get some food in you, get some rest. Your poor cunt could use a break."

Wonyoung laughs through a sniffle, with barely enough energy to get a nod out. "My legs don't work."

"You'll live," Yujin fires back, savoring the final moments of the hot water before she shuts the shower off. She grabs a towel to dry a helpless Wonyoung, then herself, while the two of you help her to the bench, right over the mess of clothes. 

"Oh yeah—daddy met someone, today. After he fucked me silly. Someone you might remember," Wonyoung says. Yujin can't help but be curious as she finishes drying off.

"Who?"

Wonyoung also can't help but look cute with a towel wrapped around her head as she sits down. "Gaeulie. You know, our old roommate. The shy nerdy girl from back when we started our first year here."

And Yujin is quiet for a second. A quick, subtle moment that lasts as long as her drying. "How could I forget? Girl ate pussy like her life depended on it. The quiet ones are always the biggest freaks in bed, I swear."

"She wasn't that shy," Wonyoung starts, fighting through a giggle at how utterly tired she looks. "When she was staring at daddy's cock after she walked in on us."

Well, now you just want to curl into a ball and disappear, now that this conversation is out in the open. Yujin doesn't show an ounce of hesitation to cackle. "Do I even wanna know where that happened?"

You give a stare. A bit of a plea for Wonyoung to leave the details a mystery. But it's pointless.

"The library, the one daddy said you were studying in earlier. All the way upstairs where that art section is that nobody fucking goes to. He fucked me right on the table that was apparently Gaeul's favorite study spot. Like, full on ruined it."

"Hey, you're the one that came all over it first, princess. No warning, just fucking flooded it," you reply, taking over the explanation. 

"Not my fault you were fucking me so hard. You should already know how easy it is to make me gush in public.” 

Shameless. Even when the exhaustion is setting in. Towels thrown on the ground, you think there's been enough public shenanigans for one day. You could use a night in—maybe an entire week. Some food, a nice, clean bed to spend lots of time curled up with these two brats, not even thinking about classes tomorrow.

By the time the three of you stumble in through the front door, Wonyoung can barely make it to the couch, mumbling something incoherent about ‘five orgasms in an hour is a crime,' before collapsing face down in the cushions. You'll carry her the rest of the way to the bedroom, you suppose. Up every step, down the hallway, right into the Yujin-scented sheets, as she gets to the business of ordering food. 

“Don’t forget my iced americano,” Wonyoung groans into the sheets. 

Yujin pauses at the edge of the bed, laughing as she starts scrolling through the menu. “It’s already pretty late. You really wanna be up all night?” There’s nothing but an incoherent sound as Wonyoung fades deeper into the pillows. 

She’s hopeless.

Setting the phone on the nightstand, Yujin perks up with this flirty little smile that overtakes her features, before she lies back and drags you down with her. "Food will take about an hour, so we have time. Which means—" 

You don’t even need to hear the rest of that sentence. Because now Yujin gets you alone again. 

Well, alone is a generous term. Wonyoung is just a few feet away in a sprawled-out heap, but very much not conscious, clinging to a pillow and drifting out of the conversation. "Whenever you wanna join in, princess, feel free." 

Maybe the idea of that will bring her back. Yujin kisses her on the forehead and brushes some hair away that’s fallen before returning her attention right to you. 

"So, daddy, she's exhausted, you're still hard…” Oh, there’s that look again, the one that ensures neither of you will get any rest any time soon. “We might as well find a way to pass the time. No holding back.” 

As if you’re not already craving her, stripping her down in seconds, kissing every inch of that sinful body and exploring those decadent curves. 

Throw your clothes somewhere, anywhere, as long as you get inside Yujin fast. Pin her knees to her chest, fold her in half and fuck her into the mattress until she can't do anything but scream your name. Make her cum more times than she can handle. Make her tight pussy flood the sheets until they're ruined, until she's ruined—that cunt so wet you can barely keep your cock inside. 

Fuck her right next to Wonyoung—your cock hammering so deep that Yujin can't stop shaking, your balls can't stop slapping against her ass, her voice can't stop falling apart. 

This slur of obscenities that gets reduced to ‘harder, daddy,” and ‘ruin me like you do Wonyoung’ until the sounds of hot flesh on hot flesh slapping together get deafening. You’ll give her everything she wants, spoil her, fuck her senseless and drive your cock so hard that there’s a modicum of worry that you’ll break the bed. 

Even if you did, that would only be a bonus. When you can turn that sweet smile into something so depraved, make her legs shake when you pound her so hard and deep. And she’ll beg for more, whimper with every breath, clutch at the sheets while you use her, every thrust unforgiving, every single slam an echoing thud against the wall. 

She’s still coherent when you’re about ready to fill her up, which means you’re not fucking her hard enough. And she’ll tell you the same, blur the lines between a plea and demand. 

“Fucking cum inside me, you’re not done pounding me until I’m dripping you everywhere—“ That’s what she says to get what she wants. Nothing new, but still enough to keep your hips moving, keep her legs folded in the air, keep her toes curling when  Yujin just can’t stop cumming on your cock. 

You’ll oblige, because all you can think of is unloading inside that tight, little warm cunt, fucking your seed deep, keeping her bent in half so obscenely, so her womb gets everything you give her, not a drop escaping. You’ll fuck her through all the creaks, even when she gets so impossibly slick with how hard you’re ravaging that warm little hole, feet dangling helplessly in the air through every single gasp and daddy. Those beautiful sounds. 

But the best sound is Wonyoung stirring to life next to you. Just to watch Yujin get her creamy little cunt destroyed—watch you bury every fucking inch in that tight fucking heat. 

"Yujin—" 

With Wonyoung’s eyes wide and locked on the depravity of this scene, watching Yujin folded in half, legs thrown up, pussy stretched and dripping as your cock slams into her, and the wet smack of your thrusts echoing through the room—you can’t hold back. Can’t do anything but bury yourself balls fucking deep and unload, groaning as you fill her up while Wonyoung watches it all. Eyes glued while you fuck this satisfaction deeper, already overflowing, pooling on the sheets that have no chance of surviving.

One more greedy orgasm for Yujin when it all spills inside, eyes rolling back, clenching hard to help milk your throbbing cock dry. 

"S-so fucking full, daddy—so warm, so deep, fuck, feels so good…” Even after that delicious cunt empties you, twitching around your cock as it milks the last remnants of cum from your balls, Yujin keeps clenching hard—greedy, insatiable, her body refusing to let you slip out. Her legs shift when they fall down, wrapping around your waist to keep you buried deep. 

You kiss Yujin while you still throb in that mess you’ve left in her, those delicious thighs far too powerful to let you escape. Which you’re more than happy to linger here, even with Wonyoung to the side. 

"Fucking wrecked me," Yujin gasps through a smile, no concern for anything but keeping you trapped inside. “Those poor balls just can’t stay full around us, can they?” 

Not a chance. 

"You two were so loud," Wonyoung chimes in, sitting up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Like, can't pretend to not notice, kind of loud."

Yujin, all naked and sweaty, laughs and leans in to kiss Wonyoung on the cheek while she tries to catch her breath. "You were louder earlier, brat." 

Then it’s quiet for a solitary moment. Just the sound of your breathing, the fan overhead, Yujin's playful little giggle in the aftermath. Those legs still wrapped tight, your cock still buried, still throbbing—

The doorbell rings downstairs. 

You forgot all about the food. The timing is impeccable. You can't possibly be expected to leave the bed like this, and neither can Yujin. Wonyoung groans when the realization sets in, and Yujin tosses a smile her way. 

"Princess, would you mind getting the door?"

A heavy sigh falls out as Wonyoung reluctantly detangles herself, somehow the least wrecked of the three. "Wonyoung to the rescue once again, because you two idiots fucked each other senseless."

Yujin nuzzles against the nape of her neck, brushing kisses over the warm skin to show her appreciation. "Be careful carrying the bag, might be too heavy..." she warns while Wonyoung glares as best she can. Sauntering out of bed, Wonyoung just scoffs with a little bit of extra hesitation in her step. 

"Just because I'm the only one who can still use their legs—" she grumbles as she heads down the stairs to get the door open, one step at a time. "Doesn't mean I have to do everything."

"Thanks, princess."

It's morning. Monday morning to be exact. 

You're naked, Yujin isn’t. She’s still getting ready for class when you find her, that sinful pair of lingerie you bought her last week hugging her curves just right. The light purple looks so good against her soft skin, wrapped in lace and devilish temptations. She doesn’t even notice you at first, adjusting a strap.

“You weren’t supposed to see this yet,” she says, catching your stare in the mirror. But Yujin doesn’t cover up, doesn't blush. She just smirks, lets the moment simmer, lets you stare. You step in close, pressing up against her body from behind—drinking in the view of those wide hips where the lace barely hides the full curves of her ass, the fabric almost daring to be pulled aside.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t walk around in it,” you reply back, not bothering to be subtle in the way your hands slide down, squeezing her ass while she melts under your touch.

“Not my fault you have no self-control, daddy. Still hard? Wonyoungie didn't do a good enough job taking care of that?" Yujin asks, her voice getting far too sultry this early.

"That mouth drives me fucking crazy, but—"

Yujin doesn't even turn around, hand reaching back to give a firm, forceful grasp that drives a groan right past your lips. "But you need someone to properly take care of this?" she continues for you, glancing up through the reflection while your breath hitches with her perfect grip. 

"Something like that." 

Those soft, cute giggles are always your favorite thing to hear in the morning. Even while she pushes her hips back against you, grinding enough to feel your hardness. “I’ve got ten minutes. Think that’s enough time to do something about this?” 

She knows it’s plenty. 

Yujin stares in the mirror as you grab her hips, and slide your cock right in the gap between her delicious thighs, all silky and warm. Not saying a word, she just bends a little, her thighs clenching so all that supple flesh traps your shaft tight, just how you like them. And then the soft little moans she makes when you graze against her cunt and thrust forward are heaven, the lace enough of a tease. 

Your hands tighten around her as you take the lead, pumping through that velvety flesh and fucking Yujin’s thighs, slow, deliberate drags back, slamming forward when you need more. It’s this combination of your moans and the friction of your cock dragging through her thighs that fills the space. Her hands flatten on the countertop, leaning her weight into it, so you can use her like this—more leverage to drive in between. 

Yujin doesn't even need to do anything. Just stand there, watch your face twist in pleasure, and look pretty. 

"God, daddy," Yujin murmurs, lips parted when you graze against the right spot. “You’re such a menace in the morning."

You can hardly even think straight to respond to that. "You show up in the bathroom wearing this, and you expect me not to be? Look at these thighs, Yujin. Can't blame a guy for going crazy over these."

"Can't a girl just look sexy without you wanting to blow a fat load all over them?" she asks, with this mocking bat of her eyelashes, through every long, overwhelming stroke of your dick between those succulent thighs. "Poor daddy. So obsessed with fucking my thighs that he'll do anything for it."

She says that like there's not a gasp or moan leaving her every few thrusts while you do so. No—she wants this as much as you. The fabric of her panties gets wetter by the second, but Yujin just smiles to herself, keeping herself braced on the vanity counter while you thrust—those heavenly thighs only encouraging your lust and desperation. 

You’ve completely lost control, pace quickening without thought as your hands clamp down on her hips, fingers digging in. Every time your cock glides through that soft, pillowy flesh, a shameless groan escapes at how you can’t stand how good Yujin feels, only getting better. 

"Don't ruin these pretty panties, daddy—they're my new favorite. Haven't even gotten to leave the house with them on, yet."

Oh, like you care. Like she cares. So much prettier if there's a huge stain covering them from your load, and she'd agree. Not that there's a chance of holding back, not when Yujin feels so perfect, when her thighs suffocate your cock so well.

"Too late."

They're ruined before you even get there—you thrust harder, fucking her silky-smooth thighs so fast that her ass jiggles just a little more each time you're buried between them. Yujin watches you fall apart, eyes locked on the mirror on how your cock thrusts between her thighs, matching your desperation with how she whimpers from her own sensitive clit rubbing against the lace so soaked and dripping wet.

Those thighs trap your dick as you fuck them faster, rougher, rapid thrusts plunging between the flawless skin, each stroke more frantic than the last. The friction, the heat, the way she squeezes around you—it’s too much. Her ass bounces with every thrust, right until the moment where you’re about to lose it all. There's only a split-second before it's too late to warn—a quiet groan into Yujin's ear.

And then, you erupt.

Bursting hard right between her thighs, over the expensive fabric, throbbing as you release a mess of thick, pearly spurts all over those poor panties. They're covered in you. She'll never wear these without remembering your hands gripping her hips, your seed clinging to every thread of fabric, smearing between her thighs. 

“Daddy really ruined these,” Yujin says, like she’s not the one still helping milk your cock with her thighs as your cum stains them, a stray spurt that hits the mirror that only makes her smile widen. "Fuck, I can feel you everywhere. Just covered in daddy's cum..." 

And you’re not the least bit apologetic. 

Not when you’re still throbbing between her thighs, with this sticky load that clings to the lace. “Almost as good as filling that tight little pussy. Unless you want that next.”  

Only then does your cock slip free, so Yujin can turn around and glance at you properly, giving a good look at the mess you’ve made on her. "Too bad we have class, then. Unless… we're planning to skip so you can finish what you've started."

That'd be so damn tempting. To stay in the bathroom with Yujin, rip those ruined panties right off and fuck her over the sink until you fill her over and over. But the responsibilities weigh more heavily—and so much work lies ahead if you miss a lecture. 

"Another time, Yujinnie. Gotta leave something for you to drain later.” 

The little pout that she gives is almost enough to make you change your mind. So is that smile. "Aw, look at daddy, being all boring and responsible.” 

"Forgive me. Maybe I can rail you in the bathroom between classes if you're a good girl." 

"And when has that ever happened? Me, good? Have I ever not been a complete handful?" Yujin reminds you. 

Never, of course. You’d be shocked if she suddenly turned over a new leaf—and honestly, a little disappointed. This is the girl who drops to her knees while the coffee’s still brewing, who’ll let you fuck her face while the bagels toast. 

The same girl who will slip a hand down your pants in the middle of class and jerk you off with a straight face, chewing her pen while pretending to take notes. Yujin isn't the type of girl to listen and behave. 

And you'd never want her to be. 

[laserbobcat]

No beef here, open to chat. I'm chill (well, usually lol)

Under cut cause this whole thing is getting too long

I see what you mean with my harsh answer, but I stand by every word I wrote. I would have been softer and understanding if it wasn't anon. Anon cuts you from 1) constructive exchange and 2) accountability. It made me mad. I think I have excellent reasons to be mad (like everyone else in the replies) using anon to say this tells me that person knew they were doing something bad and hypocritical but did it anyway. And if it was just bitterness, I wouldn't even have bat an eye and continued scrolling past the whining. But this is pointing someone and making them responsible for said bitterness, and with that person all artists in one bag. It's not even about Bam. It's just plain awful to point anyone in particular. Unacceptable, and the blog owner didn't realize that general confessions are one thing, targeting someone is another. If they had realized it, they wouldn't have gotten this out of the askbox in the first place, they seem chill af. This whole thing took them by surprise. In my opinion hey got tricked by the "no hate but-" and don't have an artist pov of the situation. This is not "no hate" it's pointing at someone. If it was me getting some criticism like "No hate but you're flooding the Leshycat tag you draw too much" or something like that, I would have thought "lol" and scroll past it. It's not about who has anxiety and who doesn't, it's about assuming in the first place that you might hurt someone and restraining from doing it. You say it's not hate, but just after the "no hate love u" they use heavy words like sick of, and suffocate. And favoritism, again, implies injustice. It's a word used by pissed off children who are angry at their siblings. Bruh you suffocate because people like a good fic? Go touch grass. There's nothing constructive here, the point would have come across absolutely the same without mentioning trod. "It's always the same fics that are recommended and art always gets more views than writing" would have been only whining and not targeting someone openly. Annoying controversial opinion, but not hurtful to one singled out person. I would even have sympathized a bit, cause yeah, like I said, it's true that writing gets less attention. But no, they had to point. People in the comments would have been just as mad for another artist. Again, Bam or anyone else, unacceptable. (I sound like Lemongrab) Also, this is 100% about THEM not getting attention. Why else would they whine? With that conflict attitude, it's obvious they're not frustrated for their dear friends other writers. It's about them. I've never met a good artist so bitter about attention to the point they blame someone or something else. So I'm gonna assume your stuff sucks because that's what my experience is with negative attention seeking people: they make one (1) thing that is average at best, don't have a billion asks right away and throw a tantrum instead of trying again. I've met these people, you have to patiently explain to them that they're here for sharing and communicating, not for a contest. So incredibly annoying, and I stand 100% by what I said. How many beginner artists out there take the lack of notes graciously, and genuinely enjoy sharing despite it. And don't point salty fingers. Again, it's anon, so no idea what that person makes and how, no way to reach out and help them. So I'll assume it's shit and I'm not sorry about it. And like "please recommend something else" ayoooo, tags exist on AO3. Just do like the rest of us and dig into everything. You can't act like you care about less popular fics, and then refuse to give everything a try yourself without recommendations.

I'm glad you see that these takes are shit, but I don't think that my answer is disproportionate as I just explained. If you're throwing shit takes under anon, you have to expect these kind of reactions. I get why it shocked you, I'm 100% being cutting, I get where you come from. I just see past the hypocrisy of the "no hate but" intro. I hate hypocrisy. This is, again, shameful. And this attitude has no place in a community where people exchange about their interests, passions and hobby. Especially one where people are particularly friendly, there's collabs and art shares left and right. And I'll be angry everytime I see harmful shit like this.

I talked a bit about what attitude people should have here because again, I've seen my fait share of frustrated people, and when I can reach out I am, believe it or not, as kind and understanding as possible.

Before I start this, I love TROD. Fantastic fanfiction, beautiful art, wonderful story. Absolutely no hate to the AU or the creator because I love both.

This fandom also loves TROD… and nothing but TROD. The favoritism is getting really annoying. I’m sick of looking for fic recs just to see TROD every other comment. It’s like being recommended Percy Jackson over and over. Everyone’s read it, everyone loves it. PLEASE recommend something else.

Tied with that: please share fics that don’t have art. This fandom (and every fandom but especially this one) has such a suffocating preference for fanart and I’m sick of it. You can be a wonderful artist but a learning writer and gets loads of attention, but if it’s the opposite? If you’re an incredible writer who can just sorta draw? Good luck getting noticed for your talents. Doesn’t help that Ao3 doesn’t have an algorithm but art-based platforms do and will, by default, flush out all the pure writing content/creators.

All art is art. Please show it the love it deserves, and don’t toss aside a story just because there aren’t visuals accompany it.

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[serveandchoke]

Message In a Bottle

Jannik Sinner x Reader

Synopsis: You ever send someone a message at 2am and wonder if it actually landed somewhere? This is that — long-distance tension, bad timing, soft yearning, and the one person you can’t stop thinking about no matter what timezone you’re in. Just two people throwing feelings into the universe and hoping the other catches it.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm reallyyyyyy sorry for not writing and publishing! College's been taking up all my time, and I was lucky enough to have the rarity of getting free time so I could write this small fic. I have a few ones in the works, so yeah look out for that one. ♡♡

The thing is — she never meant to fall for him.

Not really. Not like this.

It started harmlessly. A conversation at an event. A shared laugh over the same stupid meme. A follow-back. A couple of DMs. Nothing serious.

But somehow, "nothing serious" turned into late-night FaceTimes. Turned into missing each other’s texts. Turned into looking at the sky in two different countries at the same time, wondering if he was doing the same.

And now, she’s sitting at her kitchen table, staring at her phone, pretending she doesn’t want to text him first.

Because it’s been three days. Not that she’s counting.

(But she’s totally counting.)

--

Jannik’s on the other side of the world — literally. Somewhere between press, practice, and pretending to sleep on a plane again. He’s been running on caffeine and adrenaline, earbuds in, hood up, zoned out to music he can’t even hear.

He’s been trying not to think about her. Not because he doesn’t want to — but because it’s getting harder not to.

It’s stupid, how fast it all happened. How easy it felt. How the second he met her, something in him just… clicked.

She was all fire and charm, didn’t try to impress him, didn’t ask for photos or act like she cared that he was that guy. She just handed him a drink and said, “You looked like you needed this.” And honestly, He did.

And now, weeks later, he’s opening his phone mid-layover, scrolling up on their chat thread just to reread the old stuff.

She hasn’t texted first in days, which means he’s probably next up.

He types:

this airport is so cold it’s actually illegal

Then deletes it.

Types again:

why do all sandwiches in europe taste like regret

Deletes that too.

Jesus. What is he even doing?

---

She’s doing the same thing — hovering over her keyboard, staring at a half-written message:

I walked by a guy who smelled like your cologne and now I hate everyone else

Too much. She deletes it.

Instead she types:

hey, are you alive?

or did you marry your physio and forget to tell me

She hits send before she can overthink it. Then immediately tosses her phone across the couch like it’s cursed. Fuck.

---

He sees the message while boarding the plane.

Smiles. Actually smiles. His physio side-eyes him like he knows something.

He replies:

yes, he proposed. i'm sorry you had to find out like this.

And she fires back:

wow. not even a voice note? fake husband.

The banter slips right back into place. Easy. Familiar. Like no time passed. Like they’re right back in that weird little space between something and not quite.

And Jannik thinks: god, I miss her.

---

Weeks go by like this. Back and forth. Messages in different time zones. Snapshots of whatever city he’s in. Voice notes of her rambling while walking home from work. He saves the ones where she laughs without realizing it. And then, finally–

He has a break. Not long. Just enough.

So he books the flight. Doesn’t even tell her. Just shows up in her city, texting:

any chance you’re home tonight?

She’s confused. Texts back:

yeah?? why

And then her doorbell rings. She opens it, and he’s standing there — hoodie up, hair messy, suitcase by his side. Looking tired. And annoyingly perfect. He grins.

“Hey.”

She just stares for a second. Then hits him in the arm.

“What are you doing here?!”

“I was gonna ask if you had dinner plans,” he shrugs. “But I’ll also accept being physically assaulted.”

She’s still blinking, like she doesn’t believe he’s real.

Then: “You’re seriously here? Just like that?”

He nods. “Just like that.”

She pulls him in — into the apartment, into a hug, into whatever this thing is between them that neither of them wants to label but both of them feel.

And as he wraps his arms around her, tucking his chin into her shoulder, he says it — not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough.

“I kept thinking about you.”

She breathes in his scent. It's familiar, and it's real. It was an addiction.

Warm and kind of overwhelming in the best way.

“Me too,” she whispers.

Because for weeks they’d both been tossing words into the void. Hoping the other would catch them. Hoping timing wouldn’t win.

And now, it feels like the bottle finally washed ashore.

Exactly where it was supposed to.

[edwardhartenjoyer]

so you recently did a request for if a new ghoul student was mc's childhood friend. BUT what if.... mc WAS the childhood friend? gettin cursed then going to dw and realizing that their childhood friend (or crush 😎) that disappeared however long ago was actually a student there. a ghoul student, even.

(bonus points to star-crossed lovers/friends trope lmao *cough cough* jin *cough cough*)

or the pain that'd follow [insert zenji spoilers here], or the fact that leo and sho have known each other for years and mc's the 3rd friend in the group.

how do you think some of the ghouls would react to an mc that may have once been a childhood friend, now doomed by the narrative? (obvs since we don't have full background info on every ghoul and only crumbs of lore - let your imagination run wild, frend! love seein your hc's cross my dash (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) )

Ahh, firstly, I love this idea. It's so cute and the deep potential for angst *eyes Rui and Zenji*

Also, I'm happy to hear you love seeing my writing <3

Fate Brings Us Together Again

You've been cursed, and you're going to die within one year if you don't get this curse removed. Things seemed overwhelming bleak, that is until you saw him.

There he was, your childhood friend, the person you had always trusted most in your life, the person you were so deeply in love with that when he suddenly disappeared it near broke you.

He was here, at Darkwick, and now you didn't know if this was the last year you'd ever get with him...

Featuring: Jin | Zenji | Leo | Sho

Warnings: Zenji angst, Zenji real name spoiler, angst

Jin Kamurai - You knew his family had ties with Darkwick, so you shouldn't have been surprised to see him there, but you still were. After all, that meant that Jin, the sweet boy you knew since childhood, had agreed to a deal with a devil.

When you first got to Frostheim, you were curious about this 'King' you kept hearing about. When you arrived at his room and were let in, you froze on the spot as you saw who he was. Jin froze too, staring back at you with wide eyes, cigarette half hanging out of his lips as they parted in shock.

Tears filled your eyes, almost against your will. Your family was wealthy, wealthy enough that you grew up around the Kamurai family, becoming close friends with Jin. You'd started to fall in love with him, but the timing was never right, his father trying to force relationships on him, and then his mother dying. Then he disappeared without so much as a word, and you'd cried for weeks afterward.

Jin slowly rose from his spot sitting, taking a hesitant step towards you, and that was all the motivation you needed. You rushed forward and threw your arms around him, his arms instantly trapping you in and pulling you closer.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Though the realization must have hit him as he hugged you even tighter, "You're the cursed honor student...." he whispered. It wasn't a question, but you answered it anyway.

"Yeah. I am." You whispered back.

He held you for as long as he was able to before finally letting go of you. "We're fixing this curse. I don't care what it takes."

You smiled at him, "If you're helping me, then yes, we're bound to break it."

He studied you for a moment silently. "MC..I'm...I'm sorry.."

"For what?"

"For leaving, for letting this happen to you, for not replying to you, for everything."

You reached a hand up and gently placed it on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

"Jin, it broke my heart when you left. But you're here now, that's what matters." You whispered.

You both knew how the other felt. The time had never been right. But now, your time was running out, and you were both here. Why not let it happen finally. After all, if you do somehow end up dying to your curse, at you die knowing you both finally got to love each other, at least for a brief moment.

Jin leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, and for a moment, the world faded away.

Zenji Kotodama - If Zenji had still had a body, he was sure he would have died then from the pain of his heart breaking.

He'd heard word of an inspector, an honor student, someone cursed to die within the year. He felt pitty for the poor soul, and when he heard their next stop was Hotarubi, he wanted to see them for himself.

He hadn't been expecting you. Anyone but you. You, the only childhood friend him and his sweet little brother Jiro had ever had. The person Zenji had loved from the moment he met you, and you were one of his biggest dying regrets, that he never got to tell you of his love.

Now you were here, cursed to die, and Zenji, despite none of it being his cause at all, couldn't help but blame himself. Maybe he could have done more, protected even you somehow, but now you were here and didn't even know he hovered close by your side.

Haku knew right away who you were, Zenji breaking into tears at the sight of you, had him asking the poet why, and his heart broke for the two of you. He kept silent about the presence of Zenji, unsure if the ghost's rule of never mentioning him applied to you as well.

At least, until you started to ask questions.

Haku, and Zenji of course, were walking you back to the catherdral one night when you turned to Haku to ask him a question.

"Haku? You know all the ghouls here, right?" You asked.

"Not personally, but I know who they all are. Why?"

"It's just...I know Jiro. I saw him my first day here, he didn't seem to recognize me though..I hadn't seen him in a long time, we used to be really close. I was wondering if, since Jiro was here, maybe his older brother, who I was really close with too, was here. His name's Taro, Taro Kirisaki." You pleaded.

"Oh my dear heart, I'm here." Zenji sobbed, a ghostly hand reaching for you only to pass through. He let his arm drop and turned to Haku. "Tell her, please." He pleaded.

"Okay, princess. This is going to be hard to hear, but I might be able to do something to help the situation a little at least."

~ ~ ~

The beautiful yet haunting melody of Haku's flute faded, and you hesitantly opened your eyes. You let out a gasp and tears filled your eyes.

Haku had told you about your dear Taro, or Zenji as he called him, and how he'd died last year. But, he'd told you that since you were so closely connected, he might be able to help you see him. You hadn't wanted to believe him, but when you opened your eyes, there was the ghostly form of Zenji hovering nearby, watching you with tears in his eyes as well.

"Oh my joyous heart, you can see me, can't you?" Zenji sobbed, and you nodded quickly.

"I'll give you two some time." Haku said gently before leaving the cathedral to give you two space to talk.

"I'm so sorry, Taro.." you whispered, tears falling down your face, "I didn't know you and Jiro...I-I tried to find you two and.."

"It is who is sorry, my heart. If we had just been with you, then you would not be here, cursed to meet my fate. But even bigger my regret is that I never told you what you mean to me." Zenji sobbed.

"I know." You whispered, "I always knew how you felt, but I wanted to give you space to figure out life and how to get yourself and Jiro away from your family. I've always loved you, too, even now."

Zenji reached out a hand to you and you held out yours, lacing your fingers togeather best you could, even though you couldn't feel his hand in yours, the gesture made you smile anyway.

Leo Kurosagi / Shoehei Haizono - You were standing with Kaito as the assembly to introduce the new ghouls began, and when you looked up to the stage, a shock went through you, seeing your two closest friends in the world standing up on the stage.

You were honestly kind of surprised that Leo hadn't told you, or at least posted about, the fact that they were both going to be students here. Even Hyde, when you'd seen him earlier, despite knowing you, hadn't mentioned that his younger brother would be here too.

You waited silently in the back as both of them got assigned to the same house, because of course they were. They were completely inseperable, and honestly, you'd thought you were inseperable from them too.

It hurt to know that they hadn't said a thing to you. Hadn't even told you that they both had made pacts with a devil.

When they left the stage, you slipped away from Kaito and Luca for a moment to make your way over to your friends.

"Well, looks like the gang's all here, glad to be a part of it." You huffed, and both males turned to stare at you with shock.

"MC?? What are you doing here?" Sho asked.

"Geez Sunshine, you really do follow us everywhere, huh?" Leo teased, but you knew him well enough to know that even he was shocked and worried.

Before you could answer, the Chancellor called you out to the stage. You left, the two watching you go as the Chancellor announced you as the new honour student, and announced about you being the new inspector, to find a cure for your curse.

By the time you made your way back over to your friends, both had gone pale and were staring at you. Even Leo, who really only cared about himself, occasionally caring about you and Sho, looked horrified.

"What the hell happened, Sunshine?! We leave you for two minutes, and you get cursed to die?!" Leo snapped.

"How did this happen?" Sho asked at the same time.

You explain to the two of them about the weird flower anomaly and how it would mean that you die in a years time.

"We'll fix this." Sho consoled while Leo was, uncharacteristically, quiet.

You nodded. It had been a long, stressful day, and your nerves were shot. Your friends had to go find their house, but before they could, you called out for one of them, the one you'd always had a thing for.

Leo - "Leo, wait!" You called, and he stopped, turning back to you. Sho glanced back before carrying on his way. He knew how you felt about Leo and would give the two of you space.

"What Sunshine?" Leo huffed, rolling his eyes. He was an asshole, but he was always soft on you, even giving you a nickname, though the nickname mostly came from his streams as a way to make his fans excited.

"Why didn't you guys tell me?" You whispered, hurt.

"We didn't want you getting hurt." Leo confessed quietly after a moment. "Though it would have made for killer views"

"Cut the shit. It hurt that you guys didn't tell me, and now I'm dying, so just... I love you, you asshat." You huffed.

Leo's smug grin faltered, and he hesitantly reached out to you. "I...love you too.."

Sho - "Sho wait!" You called, making him stop in his tracks to turn back to you. Leo glanced back too.

"Have fun lover birds!~" Leo sneered before walking off to let you two talk.

You'd always had a thing for Sho, and you both knew he had a thing for you too, but neither of you had ever made a move.

Maybe it was not wanting to deal with Leo's teasing getting worse. Or maybe it was not wanting things to change, to be happy how things had always been. But now, now, things had changed.

"MC-" Sho began but you cut him off.

"Sho-" You started before you both fell silent, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity before he pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours.

When the kiss broke, he kept holding you close, pressing his forehead against yours. "We'll find you a cure...I promise."

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Bob Reynolds x civilian!reader going on their first date?

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Coffee Shop Meet ~ Robert "Bob" Reynolds

synopsis: You and Bob go on your first date after a chance meeting

tw: fem!reader, none?, barely edited.

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Hi, 🐞!! This is long overdue and I'm sorry!!

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You met Robert Reynolds at the coffee shop, you were sitting in the quiet corner of the busy cafe by yourself when he walked up.

"Hi... uh, c-can I sit here?" Bob questioned, motioning to the empty seat across from you. You gave him a good look and realized he was on the news with "The New Avengers".

"Yeah," you moved your things closer to you so he had space to set down his cup and pastry. You gave him a sweet smile before going back to the drawing you were working on. You finished it but something felt off, you decided to ask the man across from you. "Hi, sorry to bother you but can I ask for a favor?"

"Oh, yeah.. yeah," he gave you a cute nod.

"Does this look off to you?" You spun your sketchbook to face him and watched as he looked it over.

"No, no," he shook his head. "It looks great," he told you and you nodded slowly, you could tell he wasn't lying or at least he didn't look like it.

"Thank you, I guess I was just being too harsh on myself," you shrugged before you both fell back into silence.

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After that day, any time either of you went, you looked for the other. You begun to lose hope until he walked into the gem shop you worked at. "Hi, welcome in!" You didn't look at who walked in, too busy on organizing shelfs. But when you did look, you found the cute man from the coffee shop all those weeks ago looking at a table of zodiac gems. "It's you!" You exclaimed, startling him. "Oh, I'm sorry," you gasped. "I't just that I've been looking for you since the day at the coffee shop but I don't even know your name."

"Oh, I'm B-Bob, yeah Bob," he replied, clearly still a little rattled from you yelling.

"I'm y/n!" You held your hand out and he hesitated but still shook it.

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That day started you friendship with Robert Reynolds that had now turned into something more. He tried to get you to see the worse in him, not in a self destructive way, but in a way that let him know all he's done. And you did, you knew everything and still chose him. So there he was, nervously wiping his hands on his pants while you two waited for your table at some restaurant neither of you had tried before.

"Bob?" You softly called for his attention across the table, you two were sat in a booth.

"Yeah?" Bob had lost his nervous habit of repeating himself or stuttering over his words as he got more confident around you;

"Will you come sit next to me? You feel so far away," you asked and Bob obliged and moved to the same side. "See, this is better. Now we can feel the heat radiate off each other while not having to talk too loud," you smiled at him, your smile making Bob smile.

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The dinner went by smoothly, the two of you laughing by the end. You walked out hand in hand before taking the short walk down to the ice cream parlor. You watched as Bob ordered a two scoop waffle cone while you got a single scoop waffle cone cup. It didn't matter anyway since the two of you shared your ice cream on a bench in the park. "I had a lot of fun," you told Bob, your arm linked with his.

"Me too," Bob affirmed. "Would you like to do this again? Maybe as my girlfriend?"

"I would love to, to both of those questions," you smiled, Bob matching your smile with his own. You always loved his smile, his eyes always seemed to shine when he did. He smiled with his whole face and it made you so happy.

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Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

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You stir from your brief delve into unconsciousness. You yawn as the motion of the car threatens to lull you back under. You bring your hand up to rub your eye, an unfamiliar voice giving you a start. 

“Nicky, you know I got lots of space. Besides, you owe me.” 

You sit up as your eyes flick open. You look around, it’s only you and Nick. The touchscreen in the dash shows a call in progress. You sit back and relax. Nick glances over subtly before looking back to the road. 

“I wasn’t planning on it--” 

“I know you’re in the area,” the other man insists over the speaker. 

Nick sighs, “it’s not really...” he pauses. “Give me a minute.” 

He taps the mute icon and rests his hand on the shifter. He flutters his fingers in agitation, his other hand firmly gripping the wheel. He exhales as he keeps up with the rush of the highway. 

“Last night I called in a favour. Sort of. Wasn’t expecting to pay it back so soon but...” he sucks his teeth and drags his free hand up to the wheel. “Work, you know?” 

“Right, uh, where are we? I’m sure there’s a train or bus--” 

“Nicky! Hey! Answer me!” The man on the call interjects, ignored by the other. 

“Couple hours this way or that. Longer than it will take to get to his place,” he twists his hand around the wheel. “I know you weren’t planning on this but I don’t think you’ll lose your job over it.” 

You meet his gaze in the rearview as his cheek dimples. You nod. You don’t have much going on, do you? 

“I... guess it would be fine, sir. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your job,” you say. 

He hums, “thanks, honey. You always take care of me.” He unmutes the call. “On my way.” 

Honey. He’s said it a few times. You suppose you shouldn’t think much of it. You do the same quite absent mindedly to cashiers and the like. 

“Keep me in the fucking lurch, why don’t ya--” The caller snarls. 

“See ya then.” Nick hangs up, not letting the man gripe further. 

You figure a brief detour isn’t too much. Considering he rushed all this way for your daughter, you can wait in the car while he deals with it. Those last few chapters can wait. 

“Sleep okay?” He asks. 

“Um, sure. Was I out long?” 

You shift and feel pressure on the edge of your nipple. You look down and try not to draw attention. You tug the jacket snugger and cover your chest as it threatens to spill out. 

“Bout an hour?” He shrugs. “Again, I’m sorry about this. In my line of work, you get a lot of pushy jerks.” 

“Oh, sure,” you nod and watch the traffic through the windshield. “The CIA, right?” 

“Yep,” he replies casually. “Trust me, it’s not as glamorous as it seems.” 

“Bloody,” you say. 

He tilts his head, “sometimes.” 

You’re quiet as you think. It makes a lot of sense. The bruises, the private calls, the nameless guests, and last night. You wonder what would have happened to Barber if you hadn’t stopped him... 

“I’ll try to make it a quick stop,” Nick intones. “Sorry in advance for this. Hansen is... a bit of a character.” 

“I’m sure I can handle it. Messes are my specialty after all,” you kid. 

“I don’t doubt it. I just don’t think you should have to. Not this guy,” he scoffs. 

🔹

Nick shuts off the engine and lets out a sonorous breath. You lean forward to look up at the house. Some fancy second or third property one might call a chateau to sound fancy. It reminds you of a novel you never finished. It was just a bit too silly for your tastes. 

“Nice house,” you remark, sensing Nick’s reticence. 

“He knows how to spend money,” he scoffs as he undoes his seat belt. 

“You should’ve let me take the train,” you gently unbuckle your belt and ease it gently back behind the seat. “I do hate to be in the way.” 

“Not your fault. He’s a stubborn—guy,” he shakes his head. “He gives you any trouble, just ignore him. Or tell me. I know how to deal with him. Hell, give him a smack if you feel like it.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll make myself sparse,” you assure as you slip your feet into the heels, a twinge pinching in your arch. 

He makes a face and pulls the handle on his door. He pushes it out and climbs off the seat. You open your door and stifle a groan as your hip pangs. As nice as the car is, sitting for so long always settles right in that spot. 

You shut the door and the jacket hangs precariously from your shoulders. You look down and adjust your chest, trying to hide your cleavage under the deep vee as best you can. You lift your chin and tug the lapels together. You wince as you find Nick watching you. 

“Sorry, I’m not meaning to drag my feet,” you say. 

He shrugs. “We’ll just get this over with.” 

He comes around the hood and you meet him there. You walk in tandem up the steps, long slabs of stone arranged between a trickling grotto and trimmed hedges. You can’t help but try to tally up the expense of the decor, let alone the property tax on it all. 

The door opens before you can reach it. A man struts through and booms, “Nicky! ‘Bout time.” 

He charges toward your boss with arms open. Nick catches his hands and keeps him at bay with a growl. “Hansen.” 

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Nicky,” the man snickers. 

“I’m here. Now what do you want?” Nick retorts. 

The man keeps laughing and rips his hands free. He glances over at you and his blue eyes flash. He sports shaved sides and longer strands combed back on top. His lip is dressed with a thick line of bristly fur to match the chest hair peeking out from under his satin shirt, only a few buttons to hold it closed. He’s not the sort you would associate with your boss. Nick has his moments but maintains a certain standard. 

“And who is this busty babe?” He approaches in a saunter. “Name’s Lloyd but you can call me ‘daddy’." 

“Hansen,” Nick grabs his upper arm before he can get to you. “Reel it in.” 

“Huh? Oh come on. You bring this--” 

“You better choose your next words wisely,” Nick shoves him back. 

“Holy balls,” the man, Lloyd, staggers back and catches his balance. “Fine, fine. I didn’t know you were with someone.” 

Nick scratches behind his ear in agitation as the tension weaves through the air. 

“I’m just his maid,” you explain. “You can just ignore me. He's giving me a ride home.” 

“Huh? You make your maids dress like that?” Lloyd snorts. 

“Been a night,” Nick shakes his head, hands on his hips. “Would you focus? What the hell did I drive all the way out here for?” 

“Alright, Nicky, chill,” Lloyd reaches and rubs Nick’s chest only to be swatted away. “I got a job for you.” 

Nick glances over at you. “Confidential,” he comments. 

“Right, I’ll find her a quiet place and we can discuss. Hey, baby cakes,” Lloyd turns to you, “you like wine?” 

“Oh, I’m fine. I can stay out here and watch the birds,” you offer. 

“Look, I’m a jackass but I’m not a bad host,” he offers his arm, almost gallantly. “I’m gonna get you in that den, all settled with a glass, and then I’ll sort out this grump ass.” 

Your lips twitch. He’s so absurd it’s almost amusing. He’s not the kind of person you’d ever want to be alone with but it’s rare that you ever see anyone fluster your boss. It’s quite the feat. 

You hook your arm through Lloyd’s and let him turn you around. He leads you inside. The interior is just as elaborate as the facade. There’s a sort of wildlife theme going on. Animal prints and polished wood. 

“My shoes,” you try to stop on the mat. 

“Eh, don’t worry about it. Nicky’s not the only guy with cleaners. Mine come early so I don’t gotta deal with them.” 

Cleaners? All the way out here? You don’t know you could be paid enough for that. 

“Just in here,” he points you through a set of open french doors with some exotic animal horns as handles. Please don’t be real. “Red or white? Sparkling?” 

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist. Nick sighs loudly. He’s getting impatient. You just want to sit. “If you don’t mind, I might just close my eyes until you two are done.” 

“Fine with me,” Lloyd unhooks his arm, dragging his touch down yours before he backs up. 

“Hansen,” Nick grits. 

“Oh Nicky, I’m coming,” Lloyd turns and shows his palm. “You are always so demanding. Dom energy.” 

You scrunch up your nose and Nick meets your eyes with exasperation. He’s usually more stoic. He must be as tired as you are. You offer a gentle smile then retreat. 

They head for the door as you sit on the edge of the couch, a silken blanket hangs over the back and pillows in zebra print are piled against the armrests. You lean into the corner and yawn. It’s a lost cozier than the car seat. 

🔹

“Hey,” the gentle squeeze on your shoulder brings you too.  

Your lashes flick open and you flinch as Nick looks down into your eyes. His irises are like hewn azure. You sit up with a gasp. 

“Sorry, sir, I must’ve...” you blink and look around. The large tall window panes are swathed in shades of black and blue, a speckle of lights shining through. “It’s late.” 

“Mm, well, he talks a lot,” Nick withdraws his hand from your shoulder and crosses his arms. “Look, I hate to do this to ya but I’m beat. Last night, driving all day, it wouldn’t be safe to go now.” 

“I could drive, sir,” you offer. 

“You’ve had as much sleep as me. No, don’t worry about it. Hansen, says we can have a room. Get ourselves sorted before we head off.” 

“Sure. Uh, that’s very generous of him,” you stand and grunt, rubbing your lower back as it tightens. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m great, Mr—Nick,” you catch yourself. “At my age, a few aches are nothing.” 

He stares at you. “You’re not that old.” 

You smile, “sir, you really don’t have to say that. I’m not upset. It’s a nice house.” You look around even as the heat of his gaze lingers on you. “I’ve had jobs where I’ve put up with worse.” 

“What’re you? Forty-five?” He wonders. 

You look at him and your cheeks pinch. “Anyone ever tell you not to ask a woman her age?” 

He smirks crookedly. “I know how old you are. I was trying to compliment you. Fifty-two. Not too bad.” 

You bite your tongue. He’s playing with you. Why? 

“Give it fifteen years then tell me how good it is,” you chide. 

He chuckles. “Fourteen, actually.” 

“Uh huh,” you grumble. 

There’s a lull. Long and roiling. You shift around on your heels. 

“Hungry?” He offers. “Hansen had the sense to offer us something.” 

“Now that you say it...” 

“Starving,” he says as he turns and ushers you across the room. “Better not be a protein shake or I might snap.” 

You hum in agreement. Your stomach is clenching. You walk beside him and stiffen as you feel his hand behind you, hovering along your lower back. His proximity is almost suffocating. You’re overthinking; it’s the lack of sleep and the change in routine. Surely. 

“Hansen,” he hollers as you come out into the hallway, “where’d ya go?” 

He stops and listens. The footfalls come a moment later and slap down the stairs. You look up to watch Hansen descend. You look away as soon as you see what he’s wearing; a cheetah-print speedo and slides. 

“I’m hopping in the hot tub. Food’s in the fridge. Labeled. Mabel has it all sorted,” he explains. “When you finish, you’re more than welcome to soak.” 

“I don’t think so,” Nick snips. 

“No swimsuit required,” Lloyd barters. 

“Just go.” Nick barks. 

Lloyd stomps down the last few stairs, “you know, Nicky, you always are such a gracious guest.” He continues past you, his slides slapping loudly. You shift as Nick lets out another irritated huff. 

“If I don’t eat or sleep soon, I’m going to kill him,” he mutters. 

[htchnr]

꩜ 01 pink lemonade 𑣲 A. HOTCHNER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, you had honestly forgotten you had posted a listing for a roommate — until the firm but gentle knock on the door revealed a tall man behind it, in a neat suit. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, r being a tad too trusting ⋆ awkward startup conversation ⋆ fluff ⋆ not beta'd yet ⋆ maybe a tad ooc Hotch, it's been a long while. ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

you had honestly forgotten you had posted a listing for a roommate — until the firm but gentle knock on the door revealed a tall man behind it, in a neat suit.

"hi! can i help you?" you ask, puzzled, as your eyes flit across the bizarre character in front of you. he looked official — agent or lawyer official — in a charming suit and neatly combed hair.

he flashed a small smile, "i'm Aaron, Hotchner, we very briefly spoke through emails a while back about the roommate listing. is the offer still open?" he knows it's still open, you haven't taken down the listing yet.

you blink for a second, before a smile takes over your face. "yeah! d'you wanna come in?" you offer, stepping aside. he smiles, stepping inside the apartment. you close the door behind him, moving to the kitchen, "can i get you anythin' to drink? tea or coffee? i've got other things as well of course,"

he chuckles at your enthusiasm, you're a little too easily trusting — stepping aside for him and letting him in as soon as he asks about the listing.

the background check he had Garcia run for him turned up with nothing strange or crazy, you lead a simple, easy life. went through school, almost finished college but had to take a long break due to your grandmother passing away. but you've started taking classes again, and you're grades are great.

you don't work full time, you help out in the café just below the apartments a few days a week — you're good friends with the owner of the building, and have been since you were a teenager. she helps you out with your bills and you help her out with the physical work wherever you possibly can.

honestly he doesn't know what about you or the apartment pulled him in, maybe he was just sick of living alone — the silence starting to take a toll on him. or he just wanted a change in his life, a different environment to come home too.

"some coffee is fine, thanks." he replies, setting his briefcase by the door. the apartment looks nice — homey and sweet, from his first impression of you, it reflects who you are.

you nod, opening the cupboard to grab two mugs. lucky for you, you had just finished making a fresh pot of coffee. you set down two mugs, grabbing the pot as you pour the coffee. "do you like anythin' in it?"

he thinks for a second, "a little sugar?"

you nod to yourself, grabbing your little sugar jar and spooning in some. you finish making yours before taking the two mugs towards the living room. "please, sit down," you motion to the couch as you settle into the arm chair beside it.

you hand him his mug, earning a small smile as he looks at the colourful pattern on the mug. "thank you." he grins, taking a sip. the coffee tastes great, mixed with a hint of, cinnamon?

you can see him thinking, and you beat him to the question. "oh sorry! i hope cinnamon sugar is okay, i need to buy a new pack'o regular sugar as i used the last of it in the cookies i baked last night.."

he shakes his head, "the sugar is fine, don't worry."

you grin, nodding. "so, uh, Aaron?" you look up from your mug — uhg, he's handsome. "what drew you-" you huff, stopping your sentence. "uhg, m'not really good at this. uh, just tell me about yourself?" you sheepishly smile, tilting your head.

"don't worry about it," he smiles reassuringly. "well, i'm in my thirties, i work at the FBI," he pauses, thinking. "i work odd hours, sometimes i'm away for a little while, not more than a few weeks. oh, i do carry two guns, would that be a problem here?" he hadn't thought about that yet.

you finish your coffee in a large sip, shaking your head as you swallow it down quickly. "not a problem at all! i'm not a huge fan of guns, but as long as you put them away properly i have no issue with them." you smile.

he nods, acknowledging it.

"but FBI? are you a secret agent or somethin'? as long as you can talk about it obviously," you grin, intrigued by his profession.

he chuckles at your enthusiasm. "i work in the Behavioural Analysis Unit, we profile behaviour and habits to catch killers. we pick apart what makes someone tick, how they move, what their house looks like for example, what their job is, their facial expressions, little habits. and we create a profile based on that, that describes the person we're looking for."

you look utterly captured by his explanation, very intently listening. "that sounds real interestin', so you deal with serial killers too?"

he nods, "serial killers, arsonists, bombers."

your eyes light up, "tell me, is it anythin' like true crime shows?" you watch a little too many of those..

he laughs, "i guess a little, though much more complex."

you grin and nod. "on another note, is there anythin' you'd like to know in detail about the apartment? specific things you need or?"

he thinks for a moment, "could we take a look around?"

you nod, setting your mug down on the coffee table. "yeah! well, as you've been lookin' 'round, this is the livin' room, ..."

✦◟ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

the tour went well, Aaron intently listened as you explained things and showed things, asking small questions here and there. he took a good look around every window and door, thoroughly checking the front door as well. you showed him his room, as well as a room you told him he could use as an office if he needed to.

he ended up staying for dinner, as it was late when the tour and brief check up was finished. you had insisted on cooking, while he didn't want to trouble you. you had said that you were gonna order something cause you were tired, but when he agreed to staying for dinner you changed your plans and decided to cook. you had made biscuits and gravy, having made the dough this morning already.

"wow," he says, a hand in front of his mouth as he chews. "this is really good." comfort floods his body as he eats — he'd been living off of take out for too long..

you smile, looking down. "thank you, m'glad it's good."

the rest of dinner was filled with small talk, little things about you, little things about him. with the last few scrapes of your forks your plates were empty and the two of you sat in silence for a second.

"so, what do you think?" you smile hopefully.

he returns the smile, "when can i move in?"

safe to say you're just a little ecstatic. it's been a while since you've lived with anyone — not since you first semester in college — so you're excited.

your grin grows, "whenever you're ready."

「 authors note,, oh my god y'all, after 2 whole years i'm back with writing for bbg Hotch 😩🫠 i've been daydreaming about this series ever since i started it, so i've decided to do a whole overhaul of the parts i had written so far! it needed some serious work 😅.. ꜜtaglist,, open!. 」

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"MISSED CALLS 📱" RIO X READER

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Author's Note: This is not a drill, this is a real Rio upload LOL. Since the Rio girlies are awake here's an old Rio X Reader draft. Enjoy ❤️

Summary: Rio plays himself when he downplays your position in his life. Instead of lashing out, you get even. After acting out, you both make it up to each other 😉 . This one is 🌶️ Pissed off Rio has entered the chat.

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It may be toxic but you love it when he’s mad. When his eyes darken and his patience thins. When he’s focused and ready to strike like a predator. When you’ve managed to fuck up his entire day and keep him on the hook thinking about you. He calls again and you watch the phone ring out as you tan poolside.

“You’re in a good mood” your cousin says, putting her shades on amused by the scene playing out in front of her.

“Mhm” you nod thinking back to the agitation he’s facing right now as he’s cursing your refusal to answer. He’d hurt your feelings a pinch, even though you know him downplaying your significance to him in the company of his associates is a lie. Rio’s feelings are in fact the contrary of the bogus story he told his colleague. Still, it was the principle he’d greatly downplayed your position, making himself out to be just in it for a good time and you, nothing more than someone easy  to pass his time with. The phone rings again and I smile sending an automatic reply. Easy, I’ve been anything but.

“What'd he do?” your cousin asks but you know better than to spill your man's misdeeds.

“Forget that I can be a real headache when I want to be” You smile in response.

“Atta girl” she smiles back.

 You’ve never begged him to be around and none of your antics have been enough to get rid of him. If Rio wants to act like you’re replaceable, well two can play at that game. You watch the kids splash in the pool and smile at the thought of last night's triple date. Your date was tall, Latin and tatted just like him. It’s a dirty game to play but so is pretending to have better things to do.

When you get home after a few days away you see his car parked down the street. You go to get in your house when he steps out glaring like he wants you to get in the car.

“Get in the car” he says exasperated and you turn, wiping the satisfied smile from your  expression. He stands tall glaring and displeased.

“Aren’t you gonna get my door?” You ask standing still before moving in the direction of his vehicle. His jaw clenches before he obliges and you do the same getting in. Climbing in halfway you turn to give him a quick kiss.

“Missed you”  you pout looking him over. It’s the truth and even more satisfying when he can’t decide whether or not to blow up.

“You wouldn’t have to miss me if you answered your phone” he snaps shutting the door. The engine roars and he’s off.

“I was gonna call but I had no time, there were too many people around” you lie and he glares at you. 

“How was your date?” He asks, telling you he’s been keeping tabs. You roll your eyes.

“It wasn’t a date, my cousins just wanted to meet this guy.” you shrug.

“Sitting across from someone and sharing a meal is a date” he snaps.

“Well then I’ve dated a lot” you sigh, earning another glare. 

“Just answer when I call and stop sending me texts. I want to hear your voice” he snaps. “Okay?!” He glares. 

“Ok” you let him have this one. He shakes his head taking a long exhale as he grips the wheel heading in the direction of his place.

“You fucking stress me out more than the job” he mutters as he hit a red light.e opens and closes his legs and you know the tension between us is foreplay for him too. You smile leaning over to give him a few quick kisses.

“I’m sorry” you apologize playing the part of oblivious bimbo with sincere eyes and he nods. His eyes lighten and you know you're back in his good book. It’s a quick turnover, he probably was really scared to lose you.

“You gonna make it up to me?” He asks.

“Of course, how about tickets to the boxing match you were talking about?” you suggest.

“That’s not the kind of thing I want from you,” he says.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“You, for a few days. any and every way” he says with nonchalance. It sparks your excitement but you hide it as best you can, smiling only a little. Maybe that’s what made his throwaway comments so hurtful. The chemistry is too good and anything goes - its not the routine sex of a married couple but of a raunchy affair most times. As long as he treats you well there’s no complaints. But he has fucked up.

“That sounds like a lot,” you mutter avoiding automatic compliance.

“You have a lot to make up for,” he smiles slightly.

“You promise you’re not mad anymore?” you ask with doe eyes.

“No baby, I’m not mad” he concedes and you melt a little looking up into his eyes. He’s putty in your hands.

“I trust you” you mutter as he kisses you hard. Just like that he’s gonna give you all he’s got. He lets himself go. Kissing your neck as he gets us both undressed. His touch is firm and dominant. you’re at his mercy but in very good hands. He’s one of one and our compatibility is special. He knows as well as you that we are all we have if we want this. It’s dangerous to be this vulnerable, for him to lose control when you’re on your knees taking care of him. Having that kind of power over him gets you off and he has the same effect on him. His actions make it known that there’s no replacing him. That you better never even think about it because there’s no one better for me than him as he fucks you into the mattress. He kisses you more than usual, kissing you everywhere and when we’re done he props himself up against the headboard letting you  rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Can you stay the night?” you ask hoping his  schedule isn’t demanding.

“Yeah mama, I can stay” he responds and you settle into pulling the blankets up over your body and his. He rests a hand over you to secure your body against his as he reaches for his phone. He spends a few minutes sending off a few messages before setting it down on the nightstand.

“Come on” He says, patting your hip.

“Hmm?” you raise a brow.

“I know you weren’t answering your phone cause you wanted attention, so come on” he says tapping it again. You look up to see a small grin on his lips. “Don’t play innocent baby, you’re too smart for that” he adds and you sit up, sitting beside him. Just like that his focus is on your breasts.

“If I wanted attention wouldn’t I answer?” you ask pulling up the sheet to cover yourself. His attention returns and he raises a brow.

“Not like playing with me would” he says and his intelligence is one of the many reasons I love him. You straddle him and then lower onto his manhood getting the upper hand in moments.

“Maybe I overheard you telling your friends I was nothing, maybe I was upset you were lying” You tell him, grinding with him inside, in  a motion that causes him to crane his head back in pleasure. Eyes closed he holds your hip as you move plain fully slow allowing you both to feel everything.  “You deserved the headache” you add and he takes a breath and holds his head level to look you over. He can’t be angry at you when you give it to him like this. He shakes his head too overcome with pleasure to be angry at your plot.

“Watch your mouth” he warms instead. You tighten your walls around his manhood and he curses.

“Watch yours or I could stop answering forever” you warn and he’s had enough. You pushed and now you’ll pay.

“Forever?” He asks, gripping you hard as he pulls out. It’s a bid for control. You moan at the loss of contact “You’re gonna quit me, forever for saying something we both know isn’t true?” He challenges upset all over again. You try to look away and he forces you to look at him.

“Maybe” you respond in defiance. He lets go pushing you away as he gets out the bed. Now you’ve really done it. Your stomach drops as he rounds to your side of the bed and gets on his knees. It’s a sight as he gets between your legs spreading them around him and french kissing your center. Men like him need power and aren’t afraid to be in submissive positions but not him. Not with you. He gives you everything and you writhe under his intimate kiss,  your body is completely his. It’s his turn to undo you and prove his worth. His turn to make up for his missteps, his turn to take care of you this way. When he’s done you hold him close.

“I’m sorry” he says with your essence all over him. “My people don’t need to know my weakness, you could become a target” he says and you look up to see sincerity.

“I’m not your weakness, I’m your strength and coming after me would be the stupidest fucking thing anyone could ever do.” you smile. “I’m a civilian.” you remind him. “It’d make a lot of noise” 

He takes you to the shower so you can both get cleaned off. He’s left love marks all over you. He suds you up and rinses you off with special care.

“I love you too much to risk anything happening to you” he says stunning you. Your body goes stiff as a board and you search his eyes. This is a first.

“You love me?” you ask.

“I love you” He affirms wrapping you in a towel. It's a fact which makes it all the better. It isn’t this magical revelation. It’s something he’s sat with, it’s something he knows and has known. There’s no hiding your smile and in turn his.

“I love You too” you smile.

“I know mama, now let me get some sleep damn” he says with an arm around you as he gets his towel. You fall asleep wearing a smile because…

You’re  in love.

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[wordsarelife]

—chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: you can't remember the last thing you said to him. after years of wondering, you finally get an answer to the question that had haunted you for way too long

warnings: angst, mentions of drug use and addiction, fighting, language

note: this haunted me until i was able to write it down, hope you guys enjoy!

the fighting is the first thing you remember when your mind drifts back to him late at night.

it's one of those were you can't sleep. where you stay up past your hours, wondering and wondering. thinking about what could've been. thinking about the last thing you said to him, worrying because you can't remember.

you try to. god, you try.

but it always fades just before the moment it matters. like your brain’s trying to spare you. or maybe punish you. you’re not sure which.

the walls close in as you sit in bed.

you can hear his voice in your head. raw, breaking off, like he has been screaming relentlessly for ages.

then yours, a little more quiet, but just as raggedy, just as angry.

"i'm sorry i always seem to disappoint you, mattheo riddle," you screamed, tears streaming over your cheeks as you looked at him in deep hurt.

"i loved you the way that you were!" he replied almost instantely. he looked like the words had just slipped out. but it was too late.

you recoiled, as if he had struck you. you bit back a sob as you looked at him.

"what?" you muttered. "y-you turn me into this idea, mattheo. into this absolutely unrealistic version of a person and then you're angry because i can't meet those standards?"

mattheo tried to hold himself back, but the anger was so much stronger. "you used to be that version, but then you decide to change and you leave me behind and you—" he interrupted himself, before he added: "and you forget that you loved me"

"i do love you!" you screamed. "still, always. i did not leave anyone behind."

"then why does it feel like you're drifting away from me?" he asked, his voice so much quieter, darker. "why does it feel like you forgot about me?"

"i'm not" you muttered helplessly. "i didn't."

mattheo looked at you wordlessly. both of you not knowing how to go on, how to approach what had just shattered between you.

"i don't know what to do," you said honestly. "you get angry at me, because i'm not who you want, but i try to be that. all the time. it just seems like you're the one who doesn't need me."

"don't be ridiculous" he shook his head in exasperation.

"don't do this," you tried to reach for his arm, but he stepped back. "i've seen you take them, mattheo."

"this—it's different," his voice almost broke. "it's not—i need you, okay?"

"you might need me," you sid softly. "but you need the drugs more."

"i fucking don't!" he screamed, suddenly losing his cool. "you just have to go back to yourself again, to the girl i fell in love with, so we can continue and i can love you and you can love me and we won't fall apart."

"mattheo..."

"no," he touched your cheeks. "it's gonna be alright. it's gonna—it‘s gonna—"

"mattheo"

just then, you're back in your room. back in the present, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. you have no memory of the rest of the conversation.

it drives you crazy that you can't remember.

and it drives you crazy that you always think about the fights. not about the happy times, the laughter, the love. the amazing thing that you once shared.

a week later, you're draped over theo's lawn chair, sipping a glass of rosé.

whatever this is, a party, an over-the-top get together, it's in full swing, with guests looming the backyard.

you're not interested in making conversation or meeting new people. you were just able to escape theo's matchmaker skills as he had dragged you around, introducing every eligible bachelor between 23 and 28 to you.

luckily he is now busy discussing quidditch scores of the latest harpers game with blaise and draco.

"still not a fan of theo's parties, i see"

mattheo's voice makes you perk up. you move to sit straight, but he makes a motion that tells you not to bother and ruin your comfort just to be nice.

he sits down on the chair next to you, sipping a cup of a dark liquor. something strong you presume.

"hi" you say solemnly, raising your glass.

"hi"

"we haven't talked in ages" you announce, like it is news to to him.

mattheo is polite enough not to point that out and simply nods. "yeah," he smiles softly. "i've been keeping tabs on you occasionally. pansy and theo, they're very proud of you." he pauses, before he adds, "actually, all of them are."

you smile softly, not sure if you should understand that as a compliment or if he just shared a simple fact. "i've heard about your accomplishment a few months ago, congratulations."

"thank you," mattheo nods and takes a sip from his glass. "you too."

you mutter your own thanks and silence settles between the two of you. you feel like there is so much to share and at the same time, there isn't. like you have forgotten he exists, but still remember everything about the ghost you have once known.

your thoughts drift back to a few nights ago.

the words are out, before you're able to stop yourself. "it might be a weird thing to ask," you begin, drawing mattheo's attention. "but if you remember: what was the last thing i said to you that night? you know the one where—"

"—we fell apart?" he wonders and you nod. "i remember the look on your face and the way you tried to beg me, before you changed your mind completely, or maybe you just remembered what you had already decided."

"i wasn't trying to—"

"—i know," he nods. "just not back then. i was so angry, felt so utterly blindsided by you. it took me years to realize you were right. that everything you said that night was not meant to hurt me, but help. you had wrapped me in kindness and i was so stupid, i didn't even realize what i had lost, not able to look beside the anger."

"i was so stupid too."

"i don't think so." he thinks back to that night once more. he sees your face. eighteen years old, freshly out of school, so hurt, so honest, so... you. "the last thing you said to me was: 'i love you, but i can't stay to watch you stop loving me'" he shakes his head, trying to hide how much those words move him. "i still think about that quite often."

"i didn't know that was what i said," you admit. "i couldn't remember" you laugh dryly. "but it fits. i was still a kid, barely an adult. and everything about you was tied to so much emotion. it is stupid, really."

"i didn't think it was stupid," mattheo says softly. "not then, not now. you said what i needed to hear from you. you were right to leave. and i had to be angry for a while, before i realized i wasn't angry at you."

you heart flutters at his words and you realize that deep inside you, there is a part that still loves him. but it's the kind of love that doesn't beg to be known. not anymore.

his gaze returns to you. you're not eighteen anymore. you're not broken or raw or lost in the world. you're sitting in theo's garden, in your twenties. you're secure. you're free of him.

and he will always wonder what could've been.

"i wish i could tell you that i never used again after that night," he continues after you don't answer. "but that would be a lie. although i did stop, shortly after. not all at once, but slowly, surely. i always thought that i should be the one to tell you. you made me stop. you did save me, just differently than you would've wanted."

"yeah," you smile, while biting back tears. "thank you for telling me that, mattheo." you mutter. "and for everything else too."

you look at him, really look, and it no longer hurts like it used to. it just aches a little. in the way old songs sometimes do. he is so different, but still feels so familiar.

so much of your mattheo is gone, replaced by new parts of him. new people, new memories, new love.

mattheo riddle. your mattheo riddle. anyone's mattheo riddle.

that night, when going to sleep, you think about him again.

you don't lie awake for long, sleep wrapping it's dull blanket around you as you drift off.

with the security of knowing what happened. no need to wonder how you drifted apart. about the words you left him with, while you left nothing else of you.

maybe you'll always wonder what could've been, what great would've come out of the both of you.

together.

new people, new memories, the same love. the same home for your heart, without regret.

if you had just made it better.

but maybe there was no way to make it better. maybe this was it. maybe this just was the version of your lifes in which you had done your best.

maybe you'll always wonder, but maybe it is enough to just float in his orbit.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

maybe reader having a hangover with gnr and they all doing a lazy and confuse sex?

A/n: a little late and I chose to just do Duff Slash and Axl but it’s here

Warnings: smut, gangbang, oral (f + m receiving), piss kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You woke up slowly, feeling arms wrapped around you and holding you against something. Guns had a big celebration for their fortieth anniversary and you attended, not having expected the night to end the way it did.

You went to a concert of theirs and left afterwards to get to the after party. Axl was a great guest as always, or so you’d heard, he talked to you a lot throughout the night. Slash stayed mostly to himself but he came to talk to you as well, mentioning what Axl had said about you; ‘a great listener’ he’d said. You thought nothing of it until you ran into Duff later that night.

“Oh! Right, I’ve heard you’re a great listener.” He said, only having barely spoken to you. He gave you a wink, though, leading you to believe there was something more to the phrase than just that. You hadn’t even listened much to Axl, thinking back on it you’d been so star struck you interrupted him a few times. Was it a joke now? Is that it, they were making fun of you?

You ran into Axl again even later, you were about to call a cab but he stopped you, saying he’d get his driver to take you home. You were drunk and didn’t give him and address, he was drunk and didn’t ask. It took you a while to realize even once you were in the car that Slash and Duff were in there with you, also having been drinking.

There was touching, kissing, manhandling. “Gonna be a good listener now?” Axl asked, pushing you onto your knees on the floor of the limo. They had their cocks out, all ready for you. Brat taming.

It was the next morning now, you were in a room you didn’t recognize in a house, you assumed. It only took a minute to realize Axl was the one behind you, lazily rolling his hips into you as he cock filled your abused hole. “Morning.” Slash mumbled, rubbing his eyes with one hand, the other planted firmly on your chest, groping a tit. His head fell to the side and he smirked. “Sorry.” He mumbled but didn’t pull his hand away.

Duff groaned, his head popping up from the foot of the bed. He’d slept on the ground. “Morning, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip, Axl fucking you nice and slow, just the way you liked it in the morning. “Morning, Duffy.” You replied, voice hoarse from screaming the night before, both the concert and after party paid a toll on your throat.

Duff stood up slowly. “I was talking to this one,” he said, tugging on Slash’s foot. “But good morning to you too.” He said as he sat on the foot of the bed. You’d roll your eyes at him but you were a little too busy with Axl, a low groan leaving him. “Not even bothering to help her?” Duff asked, leaning closer and running a hand up your inner thigh, making you shiver.

“Shut the fuck up, I wasn’t just gonna leave her.” Axl grumbled, face buried in the back of your neck, barely awake. Duff chuckled, Slash groaned, their conversation loud on his growing headache.

“Don’t worry about her, I got it.” Duff mused, already moving up the bed. He hooked you knee on his shoulder, giving him access to your cunt before delving in, lapping eagerly at your neglected clit, they hadn’t touched it all night yet you still came countless times.

Your breaths turned to moans, hot and heavy, loud. Slash groaned again, it was right by his ears. Finally he shut you up by kissing you, though he was too tired to do much. It was slow and lazy, like the other two, it was the perfect way to wake up, three men pleasuring you and domestically and sweet.

Slash’s tongue slipped into your mouth, not quite fighting with yours so much as making a mutual agreement, capturing your moans before they had a chance to hit his brain with a hammer.

Axl was stretching you out, you vaguely remembered having all three of them in you at once, though it didn’t last long. Your cunt was stretched enough, but there was a nice sting as he rolled his hips into you in a tired rhythm.

Duff’s tongue was the most active but even that was slower, moving your sensitive numb in circles, flicking it every now and then.

Your hips started bucking, almost riding Duff’s tongue and pushing back against Axl, taking more of his aching cock. “Oh fuck, she’s close.” Axl mumbled, moving his face to the crook of your neck where it met your shoulder. You were pulsing around him so close to orgasm.

“Mmph, of course she is.” Slash huffed, his hand now firmly wrapped around his dick and stroking it firmly. “Hang on there, baby, daddy’s gotta take a leak.” He mumbled, moving slowly until he tip was pressed against your lips. “Open up.” You obeyed without thinking and Slash slid in.

“Trained you well, huh?” Axl mused, watching you take orders so easily now. “Good girl.” Duff’s lips wrapped around your clit, expediting your orgasm. Your eyes shot open wide, hands flying to the blonds head and tugging on his hair harshly while you moaned around Slash’s cock as he pushed it deeper down your throat, letting out a satisfied hum as a hot liquid spilled down into your stomach.

It only took a few more thrusts for Axl to cum, painting your gummy walls with his seed. He didn’t bother moving after, keeping himself buried in you.

Duff placed a last kiss on your pussy before rolling onto his back, adjusting so his head was resting on your thighs. Slash finished and pulled away, having you lick the last few drops off before laying back down. He kissed your forehead and brushed your hair out of your face. “Go back to sleep, we’ll get you breakfast later.”

[sillygoose067]

Can you write a smol fic for Joaquin Torres with younger reader (early 20s) where she got caught in the crossfire of someone else's (probably a villian) mission to retrieve potential candidates to turn into assassins and she ended up getting kidnapped to and was trained for a short while to be one

Maybe Joaquin (and Sam, maybe Bucky but thats up to you) was on a separate mission and found her, maybe like one of the few remaining assassins left, and just takes her in

Maybe she didn't think about staying and was planning to leave him and just hide and pretends she doesn't exist because she feels so guilty and feels like shes weak because of the incident and had a normal life leading up to it

Maybe she sees her mourning friends/family in the distant and doesnt go and tell them shes alive and sage because of the issue and instead just watches in the background, feeling like it'll be safer that way

Heeeey, so I'm really sorry that I take so long to reply to asks and all, but honestly, I really enjoyed this request and needed a good chunk of time to do it justice. Also sorry that it turned out being a not-so-smol fic.

I hope you like it!

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Vaporized

Joaquin Torres x Reader (but kind of more reader-centric)

You weren’t supposed to be seen.

That was the rule—your only rule, really. You moved through the world like vapor, slipping past eyes, past cameras, past consequence. That’s how you liked it. That’s how you’ve stayed alive.

But that night, something caught.

A sliver of glass beneath your boot. A breath misting too warm in the cold air. The wrong kind of silence under the warehouse floodlights. You knew before they looked up. Before the first shout broke through the quiet. Before the van doors slammed open and the boy—skinny, oblivious, earbuds in—was grabbed and gone.

You'd been watching for him. For them.

It was supposed to be your clean extraction. Quiet surveillance. In and out. Follow the trail, find the nest, tell no one. You didn’t work with SHIELD. You worked under them, around them, behind their backs when needed. You took the cases that came with no files, the ones no one wanted their names on. There was no backup. No handler whispering in your ear. No one even knew you were there.

That was the point.

But this—this was a mistake.

And you never made mistakes.

———

When you wake, the lights above you are too white. Too still. The air has that sharp, chemical chill of medical spaces—no scent, but you know it in your bones.

You're lying flat on something cold. Limbs heavy. Head full of static.

Not restrained. Not quite.

But watched.

The door opens like a sigh.

She steps in like she owns the world.

Tall, pale-suited, with a face that tells you she hasn’t had to raise her voice in years. Everything about her is tight, sharp, pristine. A blade that’s never dulled.

She doesn’t ask your name.

“You’re not one of ours,” she says, eyes flicking to the thin tablet in her hand. “No record. No origin. No heat trail.”

She looks up. “So tell me. What were you doing there?”

You stare.

She smiles, thin as a thread of wire. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve seen too much. You’ll stay.”

You manage to speak, though your throat feels like it’s wrapped in gauze. “You’re making a mistake.”

“Probably,” she murmurs. “But I make them well.”

———

They give you a name: Stray.

You let it stick.

They think you were an accident, another body swept up in the wrong place at the wrong time. But you were already hunting them before they touched you. Already building a map in your head. Already turning threads into patterns, patterns into something closer to truth.

You fall in line, because it’s easier to watch from the inside.

They train you like the others—recruits mostly young, most of them raw, confused, angry. The kind who slip through cracks and don’t get looked for. They break them down, build them up again. Clean. Sharp. Obedient.

You pretend to be one of them. You bleed just enough. Sweat just enough. Hold back just enough.

But in the dark, when the lights go out and the facility hums low like a sleeping thing, you move.

You slip past the cameras you’ve already memorized.

You mark access points, record names, time the rotation of guards. You hack into systems they think are closed. You collect data piece by piece—slow, careful, quiet. And you wait.

Because this isn’t just a training facility. It’s a hub. A pipeline.

You’ve seen the files now—lists of names flagged for recruitment, assessments marked with things like conversion potential and mental pliability. You’ve seen cities pinned on digital maps with red pulses like heartbeats. You’ve seen shipments labeled in code, moving in and out like blood in a body.

They’re not just making weapons.

They’re building an army.

———

She comes to you again one night.

No guards. Just her, a shadow slipping under the doorframe.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, reassembling a combat knife with deliberate care. Every piece placed with calm, mechanical grace. You don’t look up.

“You’re not like the others,” she says, voice soft. Thoughtful.

You keep your hands moving. “I learn fast.”

“That’s what concerns me.”

That earns a glance. You meet her gaze—still, unreadable.

“Where did you train before this?” she asks.

You let a beat hang in the air.

“I didn’t.”

A lie. But not a big one. Not in the way she means.

She studies you for a moment. “No fear. No hesitation. No questions. Most come here screaming or silent. You—” She tilts her head. “You seem like you’ve already been through something.”

You smile. Barely. “Maybe I have.”

She stands there a moment longer, the silence folding between you like cloth.

Then she nods, turns, and walks out. Her heels echo like punctuation.

———

You count the days in heartbeats. In the flicker of overhead lights. In the quiet blink of data sliding into your stolen drive.

You’ve almost got what you need.

You know now where the next base is. How they move recruits. What they plan to do with them.

But you can feel her watching you more closely now. The woman in gray.

She doesn’t know.

But she suspects.

And suspicion is dangerous.

You’ll have to move soon.

Before she confirms what you are.

Before she realizes she didn’t catch a stray.

———

You’d nearly given up on the signal.

It was a foolish hope, really—sending out fragments of Morse in the cracks of facility surveillance, hiding them in power surges and machine glitches, tapped through loose pipes and stripped wires. Just a whisper through the noise. Too faint to register. Too random to decode unless someone wanted to find it.

But you sent them anyway.

Because something inside you refused to stop trying.

Somewhere, in the fractured spaces between fear and fury, you hoped someone might still be listening.

You didn’t expect it to be them.

They were running their own mission. Quiet op. Classified enough that Sam hadn’t even told anyone at SHIELD what they were doing near a supposedly inactive zone.

Joaquin was the first to notice.

They were holed up in a safehouse—some dusty room above an auto shop outside city limits—when he paused mid-sentence and tilted his head. “You hear that?”

Bucky looked up from his weapons check. “What?”

Joaquin was already crossing to the wall, fingers brushing the old radiator. “That tapping.”

“It’s a pipe,” Bucky muttered.

“No.” Joaquin's eyes sharpened. “That’s code.”

He tapped it out against his own wrist, quiet and steady. Repeating sequences. Timed intervals. Not random.

Not noise.

Someone was sending a message.

They traced it.

Not easily. Not quickly. But enough to triangulate a source—somewhere in the industrial sector, buried beneath half-finished construction sites and false utility records. Hidden on purpose.

Sam ran it through SHIELD’s encrypted maps. “Nothing’s supposed to be there.”

Bucky just stared at the coordinates and muttered, “Then we go.”

Just the two of them and Joaquin, dropping off-grid, moving fast and quiet toward the ghost signal buried beneath the city.

———

You were pacing your cell again—routine, familiar—when the shift in power drew your attention. A flicker. A second longer than usual.

Too long.

You knelt by the vent where you’d hidden the cable. Tapped twice. Then three short bursts. A longer pause.

Static.

And then—

Three quick taps in return.

You’d tapped the code again, heart hammering in sync with the flicker of the broken vent pipe. Twice. Three short bursts. Then waited—silent, breath held, every sense straining for a sign.

Three quick taps.

Someone was listening.

You froze.

That was a response.

———

They found the compound’s outer ring just before dawn, tucked in fog and silence, masked under layers of false infrastructure.

Sam stayed high, overwatch, wings primed.

Joaquin slipped through with barely a sound, eyes scanning every wall like they could betray him.

Bucky went straight for the entry point—he’d been in places like this before. Too many. His steps were purposeful, quiet, like he’d known these halls in nightmares.

When they found the camera grid, Bucky hissed low. “Someone’s been rewriting this from the inside.”

Joaquin’s face lit up. “Then we’re not just here for recon.”

You were ready to make your move.

———

Your escape was a chain of stolen codes and rewired doors, forged access from a guard you’d blackmailed with the right silence. You didn’t know where you’d go. Just that you would.

You had to.

But then, the door hissed open ahead of schedule.

You didn’t flinch.

Bucky didn’t lower the gun.

Behind him, Joaquin leaned into the frame, gaze scanning you like he wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing. “You’re the one who sent the signal.”

You rose slowly. “I didn’t think anyone would hear it.”

You didn’t wait for introductions.

Instead, you grabbed your stolen drive, tucked it into your jacket, and jerked your head toward the north wing.

“There’s a vault,” you said. “I haven’t cracked it yet, but everything else I’ve found? It points there. Data logs. Recruitment records. Future targets. SHIELD needs this.”

Sam’s voice crackled through Joaquin's and Bucky's comms. “Security’s lighting up. You’ve got maybe seven minutes.”

“Then we go now,” Bucky said.

You moved as one, a shadow-unit forged in urgency.

You led them through the halls you’d memorized, rerouted them through systems you’d quietly corrupted. Lights blinked in warning. Doors slammed behind you.

Alarms didn’t matter now.

You were nearly out.

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The corridor was burning.

Not fire. Not yet. But something louder. Sharper. Mechanical screaming clawing at your skull. Warning lights flashing in fevered rhythm—panicked eyes of red and white. Steel doors groaning shut, inching closed like a tomb. Minutes left—maybe less—before the whole facility sealed you in forever.

But still, you moved.

You found them.

The children.

Dozens—lined in rows like broken dolls forgotten in a toy box. Some glassy-eyed, minds scrubbed and drugged. Others awake, but too hollow, wearing silence like armor. One—the smallest—maybe nine or ten—locked eyes with you and reached for your hand.

You took it.

They followed without question. No words, no fear. You were the first unfamiliar face they’d seen in too long.

You led them down twisted halls, bypassing surveillance you’d sabotaged, looping through tunnels and hollow ducts. Your voice low, commands clear—careful not to terrify more than they already were.

Because they were the mission.

They had been all along. This was never just data. Not to you.

They were the mission.

The truck waited in the loading bay, engine idling beneath layers of concrete and steel. Joaquin counted heads, his usual dry humor muted by urgency. Bucky paced the perimeter, a coiled wire ready to snap. Sam stood high above, wings folded tight, voice calm in your comm.

“Three minutes before lockdown. Get in now or don’t get out.”

You didn’t move.

Instead, you crossed to Joaquin and pressed the stolen drive into his vest.

He blinked. “Wait. What—”

“I’m not coming.”

Bucky stepped forward, tense. “What do you mean, not coming?”

“I have to finish this,” you said. “The woman running this—she’s still inside. She won’t get out. Not while I breathe.”

Sam offered from above, voice steady, “We can extract her later.”

You shook your head. “No. Not if she’s allowed time. She’ll wipe every trace. Every name. This is the window. You get the kids safe. You get that drive to SHIELD. I’ll take her.”

Joaquin looked to Bucky. “We don’t know who you are.”

“Good,” you said. “That’s why we're all still alive.”

They hesitated, weighing instincts and losses. Bucky’s gaze sharpened, soldier’s calculations flipping through odds and regrets.

“Do you even have an exit plan?” he demanded.

“I’ll find one.”

“You hope.”

“No,” you said. “I know. I’ve survived worse than this. I don’t need permission. I need time.”

Sam’s voice crackled, “She sounds real.”

“Damn right I am. Now move.”

Bucky didn’t shift.

You met his gaze steady and cold. “I have no one waiting for me. You do, Senator Barnes. I’m the only one here who can afford not to come back.”

Bucky turned with a swift nod, lifting a trembling girl like she was glass. Joaquin helped the others into the truck. He turned back to you, concerned, voice low.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

He nodded unsurely—almost as if he was riddled with some kind of regret.

Then the truck doors slammed shut. The engine roared.

You watched it disappear beneath the tunnel, gates grinding closed behind them.

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You never wanted this. Never wanted someone close enough to break through the walls you’d built around yourself — walls made of silence and scars, thick enough to keep the world out. You wore that silence like armor, something familiar, something safe. But then Joaquin came — bright and stubborn like sunlight pushing through a crack in a locked door — and slowly, without mercy, chipped at those walls. You wanted to pull away, you really did. But sometimes, just sometimes, his presence was the only thing that stopped the cold from swallowing you whole.

There were moments, brief and fragile, when you believed you could breathe a little easier. His laugh, warm and soft, pushed back the weight pressing down your chest. You almost forgot what it was like to feel something other than the endless ache. Almost forgot you were broken. Almost believed that maybe, just maybe, you could be normal again. But the shadows never left. They waited. Quiet and patient, they crept back in the cracks — twisting your gut with memories you’d rather drown than face. Their silence pressed down on you like a fist squeezing the last breath from your lungs. Your hands shook in the quiet, your breath caught and rattled like it might break.

Then came the call — the one you knew you weren’t ready for. Another solo mission. Dark and messy. The kind you took because no one else would. But that day, everything collapsed beneath your feet. Every move was wrong. Every step was a gamble. Like you were stumbling blind in a storm that tore at your skin and soul. Mistakes piled on mistakes until the chaos swallowed you whole, dragging you to a place where control was just a ghost you’d lost. You fought — not just the mission, but the war inside yourself. When it was over, you weren’t sure who you were anymore. The person who emerged was a stranger. Hollowed out. A shadow of the girl who believed she could do this alone.

So you made a choice — brutal and unforgiving. The kind that leaves scars deeper than any bullet wound. You reached out just once. Whispered to Fury through static, your voice cracking like broken glass. “Tell Joaquin… tell Sam and Bucky. This case... it broke me. I got lost in the fight.”

You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t ask for understanding. You vanished. Folded yourself into the shadows where no one could find you.

From a distance, you watched the wreckage you left behind. Joaquin’s light — once so bright — dimmed slowly, painfully. His shoulders curved inward, carrying a weight you’d never wanted him to bear. His laughter, once easy and full, cracked like fragile glass. You felt it, even from the distance — his grief, raw and jagged, tearing him apart piece by piece.

He mourned you in silence no one else could hear, in moments only shadows witnessed. You wanted to reach out. To tell him you were still here. But you stayed silent. Because ghosts don’t get to choose when they disappear. Because you were becoming the very absence you’d feared — the cold, empty silence you’d wrapped around yourself for so long.

You became the absence you dreaded. Not because you wanted to, but because you had to. And somewhere deep inside your shattered heart, a flicker of hope lingered. Maybe, someday, the pieces could come back together.

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No Ordinary Boy - What if Shauna was Tommy's girlfriend? (Pre-crash)

Hey everyone!

I have had had some thoughts about various alternate scenarios for my AU Yellowjackets story, No Ordinary Boy, which involves Natalie Scatorccio's relationship with Tommy Scott, my OC. Please give it a read if you haven't already done so!

What follows will not be as long as my original story, but they will still be pretty extensive summaries, that I can promise you. Ideally, I will try to keep it to one chapter per season.

If you have any requests, please don't hesitate to ask!

Our first chapter here involves what I believe would take place if Shauna had noticed Tommy before Natalie did.

Read on and enjoy! Let's see how it goes!

The first time Shauna saw Tommy Scott was in the parking lot of the local supermarket, getting out of a car.

  A car with a fully-grown deer strung right across the hood. 

  Shauna stared in shock as the young boy and a man who looked like an older version of him headed into the supermarket. She’d never seen a dead deer displayed so… openly.

  Her dad saw her staring. “It’s just a deer, Shauna. How do you think meat gets onto your plate?”

  He smiled at her, but Shauna was still too taken aback to reply.

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  Shauna was surprised to see the boy from the parking lot in her classroom the following Monday.

  “Class, we have a new student”, Mrs Piper announced. “This is Thomas Scott.”

  She looked at the new arrival. “Introduce yourself, Thomas.”

  Thomas cleared his throat before he responded.

  “Uh… hi. My name is Tommy. I come from… well, North Carolina, then Kentucky as well, I guess. Nice to meet you all.”

  Except he didn’t say you all. He said y’all, and the Southern twang in his voice was so incredibly powerful, Shauna had no reason to doubt his place of origin.

  He quietly shuffled into an empty seat, and didn’t say a word for the rest of the class.

  Probably shy, Shauna thought. Why wouldn’t he be? We might as well be on the moon compared to where he comes from. 

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  In the following three years, Shauna reckoned she didn’t say more than ten words to Tommy Scott, not even when his older brother became a soccer coach at the school.

  Tommy was… an oddball, that was for sure. He showed up on time for school, attended his classes and got good grades, but Shauna couldn’t help but notice he always sat alone at lunchtime, with no friends to chat and laugh with.

  She felt sorry for him, but didn’t really know what to do about it. Jackie was already becoming the most popular girl in school, and Shauna’s role as her trusty sidekick had long been cemented. Shauna played along, not wanting to stand out, but deep down, she resented living in Jackie’s shadow.

  Outside of school, the only things Shauna knew about Tommy was that he went hunting with his family. It seemed like that was all she would ever know about him.

  Until one day, only a few weeks into their final school year, she saw Randy ‘accidentally’ clobber Tommy with his backpack while heading through the halls, causing Tommy to drop his books. Ignoring the jeers and teasing coming from around them, Shauna found herself bending down to help Tommy.

  “Thanks”, he mumbled, as she handed him a textbook, already starting to head off.

  “Wait!” She called out, and he turned back to her, looking astonished at her even paying the slightest bit of attention to him.

  “Uh… you’re Tommy, right? Is… is your brother Coach Scott, by any chance? He was my soccer coach last year.”

  “Oh”, Tommy said. He looked like he was scrambling for something to say, before he spoke again.

  “Um… yeah, he’s my brother, yeah. Er… what position do you play?”

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  Though the conversation was marked by awkwardness, Shauna left it feeling… happy, somehow. The happiest she’d felt in a long, long time.

  Over the last year or two, though Shauna doubted Jackie even realised it, their relationship had gone from bad to worse.

  Jackie thought she had everything figured out. She was going to Rutgers after they graduated, and she wanted Shauna to come with her.

  No, that wasn't quite right. She expected Shauna to come with her. She didn’t even bother to ask. In fact, Shauna was in doubt as to whether Jackie realised that there was even a possibility that Shauna didn’t want to go to Rutgers.

  She wished she had the language to say where she wants to go instead. But instead, she buried it beneath the smile she always wore when Jackie talked about the future. A future that she desperately wanted nothing to do with.

  In all honesty, there were moments where Shauna felt like she was going to explode from frustration, knowing that they drew closer to graduation with each passing day.

  She didn’t know what to do. What could she do? How could she say she wanted to forge her own path, without looking like the bad guy?

  Of course, on top of this all, there were the long-buried feelings Shauna had for her best friend, which she had had for years now. But she knew, deep down, that there simply was no scenario where they would work out. Even if Jackie felt the same way… Shauna was fed up with her best friend controlling everything in her life.

  She wanted to know the kind of love where she would be part of a team. Where she could count on the other person to have her back and support her throughout any difficult decisions life might throw at her. Would she ever know a love like that? Not if Jackie had anything to say about it.

  Looking back, she realised that she needn’t have worried. An opportunity would soon present itself, in the most unlikely of candidates.

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  One Saturday, after accompanying Jackie and her nauseatingly arrogant boyfriend Jeff to the movies as the third wheel (a title she fucking hated, by the way), Shauna was dropped off at home, but didn’t go in.

  Instead, she set off towards the parking lot of the supermarket, and waited.

  She knew who she was waiting for, though she would never admit it to herself.

  Eventually, like clockwork, Tommy and his dad appeared in the parking lot with a dead deer strapped across the hood of the vehicle, just as they did three years ago, and almost every Saturday since then.

  Shauna had learned by now that after shooting whatever animal they caught, Tommy and his dad headed into the supermarket to pick up the necessary ingredients for cooking it.

  Quietly following them in, Shauna hid behind various stalls and people in the aisles, making sure that neither of the Scotts saw her.

  Eventually, the two of them headed towards the counter, waiting in line, while Shauna followed, quickly grabbing a bag of chips off the shelf so as not to appear suspicious.

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  “Tommy?”

  Tommy turned around to find himself face-to-face with Shauna Shipman.

  “Er…. hi, Shauna. What- what are you doing here?”

  “Um… shopping?”

  She held up a bag of chips, and Tommy instantly felt his face redden.

  You’re in a supermarket, dumbo. What the fuck ELSE would she be doing here? 

  After introducing her to his dad, they talked for a few minutes while waiting for the cashier to receive them. Mostly about school, then where they hoped to go to college.

  “You want to go to Brown, eh?” His dad asked. “Good school. You’ll need to study hard for that.”

  “I will”, Shauna promised, just as the cashier received them.

  Afterwards, Tommy waved goodbye to Shauna as they head out to the car, and feels the butterflies in his stomach as she waved back, smiling.

  “She likes you”, his dad said, once they shut the car doors behind them.

  “What?” Tommy asked, feeling his face start to redden again. “How do you know that?”

  “I saw her in there. She was following us around. Well, not us. You. She didn’t take her eyes off of you. A girl only does that when she likes someone.”

  Not for the first time, Tommy wished he had his dad’s almost supernatural awareness of his surroundings.

  Of course, Jonathan Scott had thirty years of military training over him. But still, it was almost spooky to Tommy just how easily he had spotted Shauna.

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  Shauna felt so happy and light on the way home, she was practically skipping. It wasn’t until she was walking into her room that she suddenly remembered what she had said to the Scotts.

  I told them I was planning on going to Brown. Which even Jackie doesn’t know. 

  Shauna clapped a hand to her mouth in shock. She had to get to Tommy as soon as she can, and explain herself.

  She didn’t think she could handle it if Jackie found out the truth.

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  The next Monday after school, Shauna waited anxiously by the gate before she saw Tommy walking up to it on his way out.

  “Hey”, she says to him. “Can we… can we talk?”

  Tommy looks startled, but accepted, as they started to walk off. They ended up sitting on a bench together in the park nearby, before Shauna explained the situation to him.

  “So… yeah. If you could just… not tell her, I’d… I’d really appreciate it."

  “I won’t say anything. I promise.”

  Shauna breathed a sigh of relief, before Tommy asked her the question she really didn’t want him to ask.

  “But… if you don’t mind telling me… why wouldn’t Jackie like the idea of you heading off to Brown? I mean… it’s not the end of the world. You could still keep in touch.”

  “You don’t know her”, Shauna snorted. “She has everything planned out for the future, right down to the last goddamn second.”

  She should have stopped there. She knew that.

  Instead, it felt as though a dam had broken within her, because for the next ten minutes straight, Shauna vented about everything to Tommy. Rutgers, Brown, Jackie’s popularity, her always remaining in Jackie’s shadow, ever since grade school. Years- and years- of playing Number Two to Jackie’s Number One, before she arrived at the part that hurt her heart the most.

  “Sometimes I think my own parents prefer Jackie to me.”

  Shauna suddenly realised she was crying, actually crying tears of frustration, as Tommy dug around in his pocket and offered her a tissue.

  Shauna wiped her eyes in embarrassment, trying to hide the fact that she felt… well, lighter. Like a massive weight had been lifted off her chest.

  “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

  “It’s okay. Really. Everyone needs to vent, every now and then. Keeping everything buried inside you… it never ends well.”

  Shauna nodded, before turning back to Tommy.

  “So anyway, that’s my story. What… what’s yours?”

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  As the weeks pass them by, Shauna got to know Tommy Scott, as they continued to meet up in various spots around town. His childhood, what he liked, what he didn’t like. Growing up with his dad in the Army couldn’t have been easy, but he seemed to have shouldered it with the tenaciousness Shauna was starting to realise he had within him.

  What they had between them was… nice. There was no pressure. No desire to keep up the façade that had slowly been dragging Shauna down over the years.

  Tommy was her own special friend, the first one she’d ever had with no connection to Jackie, and Shauna was surprised to realise how much she liked it that way.

  Jackie had no idea. No idea that Shauna was starting to build a life outside of her, that has nothing to do with her, and it made Shauna feel… free. So free. Everything clicked into place when she was with Tommy, and she knew she wanted to take it even further.

  Eventually, Shauna asked Tommy if he wanted to go to a movie she’d been wanting to see on Friday night, and he accepted. He bought the tickets, like a gentleman, and they headed in together.

  At one point, about halfway through, their hands accidentally touched as they both reached for the popcorn, and any form of resistance between them shatters as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

  Shauna met Tommy halfway as their lips touched, and from then on, she knew it was all over. They never stood a chance, really.

  They ended up making out for… Shauna doesn’t know. Five minutes? Ten, maybe? It was hard to keep track when you were sexually aroused. And both of them were most certainly aroused.

  When they pulled apart, both breathing hard, Shauna jerked her head towards the exit, the implication clear, and they speedwalked out of the theatre, neither one of them realising or caring that they were leaving the movie unfinished. After they made a stop off at a nearby gas station, Shauna held Tommy’s hand as they looked through the condoms.

  “Um”, Shauna heard him say. “I’ve, uh… I’ve never…”

  Oh. 

  “It’s okay”, she breathed. “Me… me too.”

  He smiled at her in relief, and she smiled back. Eventually, they picked a variety of styles and sizes, because why the hell not, and clambered back into Tommy’s car.

  “Pull over here”, Shauna directed him to a spot off the road where nobody would see them.

  Clambering into the back seat, they reached for each other again, and the dance began as their pants were removed.

  Shauna was so desperate, so eager for Tommy, the feeling of him sliding into her sent a jolt of pleasure from her head to her toes, and she finally understood how people could become addicted to sex.

  What followed was clumsy, as they fumbled against each other, but… sweet. It was so sweet it brought a tear to Shauna’s eye.

  Despite his own pleasure, Tommy focused on her the whole way through, asking if she was okay, asking what she wanted him to do. His fingers, long and crooked and perfect for the job, flicked and rubbed against her mound, and Shauna climaxed hard, screaming out her pleasure as Tommy found his own release.

  They laid there, wrapped in each other, before Shauna started to breathe again.

  “Thank- thank you”, she gasped. “I… I had no idea. None.”

  “Me neither”, Tommy said, as he turned his mouth to meet hers.

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  He’d ruined her. She knew that. He may not have meant to, but Tommy Scott had destroyed any lingering feelings Shauna may have had towards Jackie, as a friend or even a potential partner.

  Every time she heard Jackie babbling away about Rutgers for the zillionth time, Shauna blocked it out. She just couldn’t take it anymore, and she was having trouble trying to find a reason to care. She was already thinking about the future- a future that involved Tommy, not Jackie.

  As she delved deeper and deeper into her first true romantic relationship, Jackie picked up on the change within Shauna.

  “Are you okay?” She asked. “You seem so… bubbly.”

  “I’m fine”, Shauna giggled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  Jackie looked at her in confusion, but Shauna was already miles away, dreaming of the next moment she would have a chance to make love to Tommy Scott.

  It wouldn’t be far off. It was never far off, nowadays.

  The morning after their first time together, Shauna was tired and sore between her thighs, but still aroused, so she tried to masturbate in the shower.

  Unfortunately, her body knew her own fingers, and it refused to be fooled. Tommy had unlocked a level of pleasure within Shauna that she didn’t even know she had, and the orgasm that came her way in the shower was so pathetic, Shauna felt like screaming in frustration.

  Yep. He’s ruined me. And I want him to do it again. And again, and again, and again…

   She was still too sore, and her arousal was through the roof. A frustrating combination, to say the least.

  The next weekend, Shauna invited Tommy into her home for a ‘group study session’ for an upcoming Maths test they had together. At least, that was what they told their parents.

  Shauna’s mother made the critical mistake of stepping out to visit some friends of hers, so Shauna had the house- and Tommy- all to herself.

  It was even better the second time around, as they finally saw each other naked. In the moment before Tommy slid into her, Shauna grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.

  “I want you to fuck me like you love me”, she said to him.

  “That’s not much of a stretch”, Tommy whispered to her, and Shauna felt a tear come to her eye as he filled her again, so perfectly.

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  The next month or two was a blur of ugly, sweaty, amazing sex.

  Shauna felt like she was on fire, some days, with how attracted she was to Tommy Scott. Every time she saw him in the hallway at school, she wanted to pull him into the nearest classroom and ride him until neither of them could walk.

  Her attitude towards Jackie changed as well, though as was typical of her, Jackie didn’t even seem to notice. Whether or not Tommy did it intentionally, he made Shauna realise just how sick she was of Little Miss Perfect, always droning on about Rutgers, about the upcoming Winter Formal, about leading the Yellowjackets to victory at Nationals…

  The soccer season hasn’t even started yet, Shauna thought in disgust. Can’t she give it a rest? Just this once?

  Then, to her incredulousness, about two months into her and Tommy’s relationship, which Jackie was still oblivious about, she brought up the subject of losing their virginities.

  “I think I’m going to do it with Jeff after homecoming next year. I really, really do”, Jackie said, beaming so brightly Shauna was taken aback.

  “You still haven’t… done it yet?”

  “Of course not”, Jackie said, looking shocked. “Your first time together is supposed to be special. With the person you’re going to marry.” 

  Marry?! Shauna nearly choked. Jesus fucking Christ.  

  Was Jackie stuck in the dark ages, or something?

  Shauna’s mind briefly drifted to Natalie Scatorccio, the burnout of their year, who had probably fucked half the boys in Wiskayok by now. She certainly didn’t believe your first time should be special.

  She won’t have Tommy, though. I’ll rip her head off if she tries. 

  Though Shauna was thoroughly enjoying her new relationship with Tommy, marriage hadn’t even crossed her mind. Why would it? She had too much to do.

  Besides, Tommy was adamant about going into the Army after graduation, like his dad had before him. Shauna had put it aside, at least for now. Her boyfriend was kind, and loving, and gentle, and sweet, and she wanted to enjoy their time together, however long- or short- it may be.

  From the day she told him the truth, Tommy had been nothing but supportive about her going to Brown University, and Shauna loved him for it. He loved her, but he wouldn’t stand in her way. What more could she ask of him?

  In any case, Jackie’s comment about waiting to lose your virginity had left her feeling upset, and the next time she and Tommy made love, Shauna gently held on to his face, kissing him softly all the while as he slowly thrust into her.

  “Are you alright?” He asked her, as she lay in his arms when they were done.

  “I just…” Shauna hesitated. “I don’t know how much time we have together, but… I love you. I promise I love you.”

  It was the first time she had ever said it out loud, and she felt the tears come to her eyes as Tommy gave his reply.

  “I love you too, Shauna Shipman. And I will love you for however long we have left.”

  “Oh”, Shauna whimpered, as Tommy moved to kiss her again.

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  They continued their relationship in secret for two more months. Well, calling it a secret might have been stretching the truth a little. The rumours always flew thick and fast in high school, and one day in early November, a few weeks out from the Winter Formal, Shauna found herself confronted by Jackie at their lockers.

  “What are you doing with Tommy Scott?”

  “Uh… what?”

  “Taissa said she saw you sitting with him in his car last night. She said you passed right by her.”

  “Oh”, Shauna said, trying to laugh it off. “He was driving me home from his house. He’s been tutoring me in math the last few weeks. You know I didn’t get a good mark on that last maths test; he’s just helping me with the next one, that’s all.”

  It was true that she hadn’t gotten a good mark on their last maths test; she and Tommy had been too busy fucking each other to study. When it became apparent that their grades were going to slip even further if they didn’t pull it together, they had agreed to lay off the sex. Not completely, of course- just enough for them to spend time focusing on their studies.

  “Oh”, Jackie said. To Shauna’s surprise, she looked disappointed.

  “That’s a shame. I thought you had finally gotten a boyfriend. I mean, you could do better than Tommy Scott, of course, but still… I was actually looking forward to the idea of double dating.”

  Shauna should have felt relieved that Jackie had bought her lie, but the implied insult to Tommy only made her see red.

  “What do you mean, I could ‘do better’ than him?”

  “Uh…” Jackie looked surprised. “Well… you know…”

  She laughed nervously, but Shauna didn’t feel like joining her.

  “He’s just… weird. He doesn’t really talk to anyone, and he… well, I mean, he hunts all the time with his dad.”

  So what?

  Jackie had no idea that some nights, when his parents weren’t home, Tommy would cook dinner for Shauna. Actually cook for her. And he was good at it, too. The last recipe of deer meat he fed her, combined with various vegetables and spices, had made her feel weak at the knees.

  The memory of that night still made her smile, and she was in no mood for letting Jackie ruin it.

  “He’s not a bad guy”, Shauna said to Jackie. “He’s just… different.”

  “Okay”, Jackie held up her hands in surrender. “Jeez, Shipman. Relax.”

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  Tommy mulled the idea over in his head. Posters for the upcoming Winter Formal were plastered all over the school, and he really- really- wanted to take Shauna as his date.

  But how would she react? She hadn’t shown any sign that she wanted to make their relationship public.

  Deep down, however, Tommy was sick of hiding. It was ridiculous, what they were doing, though of course he would never say that to his girlfriend. They were doing nothing wrong… and though Tommy didn’t want to admit it, he was tired of everyone staring at him, whispering behind his back at how weird he was.

  Until he had started dating Shauna, Tommy had been miserable in Wiskayok. He had missed his friends in Kentucky terribly, but it wasn’t just that. Every friend he had had before Wiskayok was someone with one or both parents in the military, which created a kind of kinship you simply couldn’t find anywhere else.

  Certainly not here. Tommy didn’t know if anybody in his year, or even in Wiskayok in general, had a parent who’d served their country. It wouldn’t have surprised him if none of them did.

  As Tommy mulled over his thoughts, he brushed by Natalie Scatorccio in the hallway, who pointedly ignored him, much to his relief.

  That girl scared the crap out of him at the best of times.  

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  Shauna’s head was almost spinning as Jackie finally walked off. That had been way too close for her liking, and as she entered her next class, she found herself barely able to concentrate, she was so worried.

  In hindsight, it was probably only ever a matter of time before they were caught. Wiskayok wasn’t exactly a big town; though she and Tommy had been careful, they had also been lucky so far. And their luck wouldn’t last forever.

  Fleetingly, Shauna briefly considered breaking up with him, but then quashed the possibility, ashamed that it had even crossed her mind.

  She didn’t want to break up with Tommy, and they still had seven months before graduation. Plenty of time to figure something out.

  Then as class ended and Shauna walked out, she caught sight of one of the Winter Formal posters, and the wheels began turning in her head.

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  As Tommy heard their next English project would be a group assignment, he found himself letting out a groan. He hated asking people who weren’t his friends if he could join them.

  As everyone began to pair off, Tommy looked despairingly around him, waiting to find out who his partner would be. There was an even number of students in the class, so it was going to be somebody. But who?

  Place your bets, place your bets, everyone. Which unlucky bastard is gonna be paired off with the weirdo? Will it be Jeff Sadecki? Will it be Randy Walsh? Maybe Misty Quigley will have her turn- 

  “Excuse me.”

  The voice was so quiet, Tommy almost didn’t hear it. But he knew – instantly – who it belonged to.

  As he turned around to look at Natalie Scatorccio, he knew the surprise was showing on his face. When it came to group projects, she paired off with Kevyn Tan for… well, everything.

  But as Tommy looked around Scatorccio, he saw Tan with another student, a chubby boy whose name he couldn’t place. Ricky something?

  Oh. I get it. Your usual partner’s taken, so you had to ask someone else. That’s gotta sting.

  Scatorccio did indeed look quite upset. Had she and Tan had a fight, or something?

  Tommy decided not to ask. He needed a partner, and the burnout of his year was better than nothing.

  “You wanna partner up for this?” He asked her.

  Scatorccio’s eyes lit up, and she quickly sat down next to him before he could change his mind.

  “Thanks”, he heard her mumble.

  “No problem.”

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  The next time Shauna was alone with Tommy in her house, she told him what had happened.

  “We were seen?”

  “Yep”, Shauna said, crossing her arms. “And based on the way things are going, it’s probably only a matter of time before it happens again, so…”

  She hesitated. “Would you like to go to the Winter Formal together? We can say you asked me to go, and then you asked me out on a date afterwards.”

  Tommy nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I bet my mom will just love fitting me for a suit. She’s been asking to for years now.”

  Of course, Shauna was aware that Helen Scott was the best seamstress in town. She could vividly remember Jackie screeching with delight when Helen fitted her for the dress she wore at Junior Prom.

  That particular dance sat at the back of Shauna’s mind for all the wrong reasons. At Jeff’s request, Shauna had been paired up with Randy, much to her disgust, and the moron had actually tried to kiss her at the end of the night.

  Shauna had turned him down as politely as she could, for Jackie’s sake, but it had been an effort for her not to vomit.

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  Helen Scott was indeed thrilled when Tommy told her he needed a tuxedo for the upcoming Formal. She took several days to put it together, and even though Tommy was never a big fan of formal clothes, he couldn’t deny it fit him well, as he looked himself in the mirror.

  Huh. He’d always dismissed sewing as a hobby, but maybe it could actually prove useful in the future.

  “Hey, Mom?”

  “Yes, darling?”

  “After the Formal… would it be alright if… you taught me how to sew? I think… I think it could be good for me.”

  Helen Scott responded to this with enthusiastic delight, and Tommy wondered if maybe he should be careful what he wished for in the future.

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  Though Shauna would never say it out loud, she thought she looked beautiful in her deep-blue dress.

  Tommy had clearly told his mother that she was his date, because when Shauna walked into her dress shop, Helen Scott’s eyes had lit up like firecrackers.

  “Hello, Shauna. So nice to see you! Well, come on, come on, let’s get you started!”

  “Er- I- uh-”, Shauna stammered, struggling to get the words out as Helen took both her hands, leading her towards one of the fitting rooms.

  When she and Tommy walked into the dance hall together, she saw everyone’s eyes turn to both of them in shock. Clearly, nobody expected them to be together.

  Nobody except Jackie, that is. The day after their agreement, Shauna ‘accidentally’ let slip to her that Tommy had asked her to the dance, to which Jackie had responded with every appearance of happiness, though Shauna knew her well enough by now to know that Jackie was trying to make amends for her criticism of Tommy.

  The night actually ended up being quite fun, with drinking and dancing and laughter all around, which culminated in Shauna having sex with Tommy in the back of his car. Twice. She couldn’t help herself- it really was an incredibly fun night.

  The next Monday at school, Shauna told Jackie that Tommy officially asked her out after the dance, and she had said yes.

  They two of them went on Jackie’s desired double date with her and Jeff to the local bowling alley, where to Shauna’s delight, she and Tommy absolutely crushed their opponents.

  Jackie gave off every appearance of being happy for Shauna, but once again, Shauna saw right through it.

  Jackie was terrified by this recent turn of events. Shauna had an official boyfriend now, one that was nowhere near Jackie’s social circle. Which meant Jackie couldn’t control him. Which meant Jackie might lose control of Shauna, too.

  If she hadn’t already lost control of her months ago, Shauna might have almost felt sorry for the person she now considered her former best friend.

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  The soccer season officially began in the new year, and Shauna was pleased to find out that she had qualified for the position of centre midfielder for the Yellowjackets’ varsity team.

  Many of the other varsity players had been her friends for years. Taissa was another midfielder; Van Palmer was the new goalie. Jackie took the position of striker, to the surprise of absolutely nobody.

  The position that reaps the glory of another’s effort. Could you BE more typical? Shauna wondered.

  The new assistant coach of the varsity team was Ben Scott, Tommy’s older brother, who had been Shauna’s coach last year. He was as kind and gentle as Tommy, so Shauna had no complaints about his new position.

  To Shauna’s surprise, however, Natalie Scatorccio took the position of right winger. Shauna was aware, of course, that she had paired off with Tommy for the group English project last year. Shauna wasn’t in Tommy’s English class, so he had to pair off with somebody, of course. But did it really have to be the burnout?

  The project was long over, but Shauna had been discreetly keeping an eye on Natalie ever since- especially once Tommy told her that Natalie had actually been genuinely helpful during the project, for which they had gotten an A.

  Natalie Scatorccio was not an A student. C student, yes, with maybe an occasional B. But an A grade? No. Something was up, and Shauna didn’t like it one bit.

  Still, Natalie did prove useful throughout the spring, as the Yellowjackets began mounting victory after victory against rival schools.

  As their winning streak continued, Shauna and Tommy’s relationship continued to blossom. He really made for an excellent boyfriend- he was punctual, he came to every one of her games, he was smart and kind and polite to every one of her teammates at the parties and gatherings they went to- which Shauna wished she could be happy about.

  Unfortunately, as they drew closer and closer to graduation, Shauna began to see the end of her and Tommy’s relationship in sight. Despite her trying to convince him to at least attempt to apply for Brown, he was still hell-bent on joining the Army once they graduated.

  Unfortunately, in April this led to their very first fight at Tommy’s house, which ended with Shauna hurriedly leaving in tears.

  The next day at school, Shauna avoided Tommy as best she could despite his efforts to speak with her. Unfortunately, he knew where she lived, so after school he simply followed her home, knocking on the front door.

  Reluctantly, Shauna let him in, where to her surprise, Tommy presented her with a plan.

  “I’ll try to join a unit that’s close to Brown when I graduate from training. My dad still has some pull; he should be able to wrangle it.”

  “R-really? You… you would do that for me?”

  Tommy’s expression softened. “Of course I would, Shauna. I love you.”

  Shauna started to cry. “I love you, too.”

  She kissed him desperately, and before long they were fucking each other as hard as possible, Tommy bending her over the kitchen table and pounding her so viciously, Shauna could barely even breathe as she clung on to the table for dear life.

  It just felt so good when he fucked her. It was a good thing her mother wasn’t home, because Shauna spent the next hour or so screwing her boyfriend in every room in the house, begging him to keep going. His stamina never ceased to amaze her.

  Eventually, they ended up on the floor of the living room, stark naked and covered in sweat. How many rounds had they gone? Four? Five? Their clothes were scattered all over the place, to Shauna’s amusement.

  Shauna knew her mother would be home soon, but she had to have Tommy just one more time, so she asked him to carry her to the bedroom.

  Once he did so, though, cradling her ass as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, Shauna silently pointed towards her parents’ room. Tommy looked startled, but did as she asked.

  It was the first action this room had seen in quite a while. Though Shauna hated talking about it, her parents had divorced some time ago, not long after Tommy started attending Shauna’s school.

  Shauna knew it was wrong, but she loved the naughty feeling she got at doing it in the room where her father used to sleep.

  As Tommy tipped her over on to the bed and starts thrusting in and out of her, gently at first, then harder and faster at her request, Shauna’s mind briefly drifted to what her dad would think if he could see her like this, as the sounds from her and Tommy’s slapping flesh filled the room.

  You left me behind, Shauna thought, as she pulled Tommy down to kiss her. At least now I’ve found somebody who won’t. 

  Thanks to Tommy’s talented fingers, Shauna came fairly quickly, so when she heard Tommy about to reach his own climax, she had him pull out of her as she took off his condom and finished him off with her hands, closing her eyes as he came all over her face and chest.

  As Tommy stared at her in shock, she lanced her throat with his beautiful cock, swallowing what remained on it.

  “Jesus, Shauna.”

  “Just wanted to show you what you mean to me”, she shrugged, as Tommy shook his head in disbelief.

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  As April became May, Shauna still hadn’t told Jackie that she had no intention of following her to Rutgers. She told herself that it was because she didn’t want to mess with the team dynamic, but she was lying to herself, and deep down, she knew it too.

  Although Jackie had repeatedly annoyed her nonstop over the last year with her incessant blabbering about a future Shauna didn’t want... she was still reluctant to destroy their friendship.

  Eventually, Shauna decided to tell her when and if she got an acceptance letter from Brown, so she put it aside and focused on the games ahead of them.

  Eventually, the day came when they played the final team standing in their way of going to Nationals, and Shauna was overjoyed when Jackie scored the winning goal at the last second.

  Tommy rewarded her for the team’s victory by sneaking through Shauna’s window and going down on her that very night, and Shauna felt like she was floating on a cloud as she came all over Tommy’s face.

  Right now, everything was perfect… and it became even more perfect when Tommy told her the following Wednesday after school that he was accompanying her to Nationals.

  Shauna was so ecstatic, she dragged him to the janitor’s supply closet and fucked him right then and there, screaming in joy against his mouth as he pounded her senseless.

  As they climaxed together, Shauna felt the condom within herself, and wished, desperately, that she could know what it would be like for Tommy to finish inside her without one, just once.

  Shauna put it aside and focused on practice that afternoon, where she was horrified to see Taissa breaking Allie’s leg… and guilty, too, for going along with Taissa’s plan to freeze her out.

  That Friday, Tommy drove her to the party in the woods. When he asked if she was okay, she asked him to pull the car over the side of the road.

  After Shauna tearfully confessed the truth to him, Tommy was surprised, but reassured her that what happened to Allie wasn’t her fault.

  Shauna was so grateful to hear him say it, she leaned over to kiss him desperately, then fumbled with his trousers. She needed a distraction to take her mind off of things.

  As Shauna sucked Tommy Scott off in his car, she wondered what life would look like for her without him. Nothing like it did now, that was for sure.

  Shauna ended up swallowing Tommy’s load down to the last drop, as her mind briefly drifted to Jackie. Her (former) best friend had told her earlier that week that she had finally lost her virginity to Jeff, then asked Shauna how things were going with her own boyfriend.

  Shauna knew Jackie was jealous. She tried not to show it, but she was. Shauna had told her back in March that she and Tommy had ‘finally’ lost their virginities to each other, and Jackie had been on edge ever since.

  She simply couldn’t stand the idea of Shauna doing something before her. There was no future where Shauna wanted to live with somebody who felt that way, and as Tommy restarted the car, Shauna decided right then and there that she and Jackie would not continue their friendship after high school, Brown or no Brown.

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  As Tommy drove her back home from the party, Shauna’s head was spinning, both from the alcohol and Jackie telling her for the millionth time how much she was looking forward to Rutgers.

  “Pull over.”

  Tommy did so, and they clambered into the backseat.

  Shauna simply couldn’t wait any more, as their clothes came off and their skin pressed against each other. A thought briefly crossed her mind about what would happen if the cops caught them completely naked, but Shauna needed to feel all of Tommy against her.

  When Tommy reached into his wallet for a condom, Shauna shook her head.

  “Uh… Shauna-”

  “Please”, she whispered. “Please, Tommy, just once. Just one time, please. It’ll be okay.”

  Tommy hesitated, then nodded, and as he slid into her with no condom to separate them for the very first time, Shauna felt a tear come to her eye.

  She rode him hard in the backseat, screaming and writhing like a serpent as she directed Tommy to suck her tits as hard as he could, and as Tommy climaxed inside her, Shauna felt the last of her feelings for Jackie die right then and there.

  The feeling of Tommy’s seed leaking out of her was so beautiful, Shauna asked him to do it again.

  As her breath fogged up the car window, her hands pressing against it while Tommy fucked her from behind this time, Shauna knew she had found the person she wanted to spend her life with.

  Still feeling a bit naughty, she asked Tommy to only put his shirt back on, and as they started the drive back to her home, Shauna sat in the front seat, still naked, as she leaned over and sucked Tommy off while he drove.

  He came in her mouth as they pulled into her driveway. But Shauna still wasn’t done with him.

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  Breathing hard, Tommy tried to recover his senses as Shauna pulled her mouth off his cock, then shocked him by opening the car door and striding right towards her house, ignoring the fact that she was still stark naked. She was, of course, right out in the open, and though it was nighttime, she was still easily visible in the moonlight, which put her perfect ass on full display for Tommy as he saw his girlfriend walk towards her front door.

  Realising she wanted him to follow her, Tommy scrambled after Shauna as she dug around under the pot plant for the spare key, letting herself in as he came up behind her, carrying his pants and shoes.

  Once they got to her room, Shauna turned around and lay right on the bed, spreading her legs for him.

  “Again”, she said, as Tommy removed his shirt, sliding effortlessly back into his girlfriend, and making her moan like an animal as he began to thrust into her again as hard as he could.

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  They ended up having sex three more times that night before finally passing out, simply unable to go any more. Tommy was still inside Shauna when they did so, as neither of them were able to move away from each other. Not that Shauna minded, of course.

  When morning came, Tommy disentangled himself from Shauna, only for her to pull him into the shower for one last, quick fuck before he left, throwing her right leg over his hip as he entered her again.

  Once they were done, Shauna quietly pulled her pyjamas on and followed Tommy out to the car to retrieve her clothes.

  After kissing her boyfriend goodbye, promising to see him soon at the airport, Shauna began the trip back to her house, stopping only to check the mailbox.

  When she saw the envelope from Brown, she knew what was inside. Even then, the knowledge that she had gotten in, that all her hard work had finally paid off, was a shock to her.

  Still, at least it meant the future ahead was clear. Of course, she would wait until after Nationals to tell Jackie. It would be foolish to do so before the competition was over.

  Shauna felt like she was in a daze, she was so happy. She had a boyfriend who loved her, and she had gotten into the college of her dreams.

  Unfortunately, Shauna was so overwhelmed with the knowledge of her success… she completely forgot about her Plan B pills, sitting on her nightstand.

  She would regret that, in time. She would regret a lot of things.

  But most of all… she would regret what their time in the wilderness would do to them. To her, to Tommy.

  And to Jackie, of course. Yes, her most of all.

In case you didn't realise, Shauna is a much, MUCH different girlfriend to Natalie.

Speaking of which, the circumstances behind Tommy and Natalie meeting each other in this AU are the same as when they met in my original story. I hope you enjoyed the glimpses into how things were between them before they began their relationship.

Anyway, that's the first part done! Hopefully I will be able to publish the next part soon! I will try to keep it to one chapter per season, ideally.

Let me know what you think!

[untilwefind]

https://www.tumblr.com/untilwefind/788058158566342656/on-the-record-off-the-script

can we get more of this 🥹 maybe with them doing an interview about their relationship or even just seeing them together in the sharks ? (maybe their first day meeting the team)

On the Record, Off Script (pt 2)

Ask and you shall receive my loves

Will helps Mack into the padded chair like he’s guiding a glass vase, one hand on his back, still close enough to feel every shiver of adrenaline still working its way out of Mack’s system.

Mack sinks into the seat and sniffles again, immediately wiping under his eyes with the heel of his hand.

The host, who’s clearly recovered enough to function again, wordlessly passes a box of tissues across the table.

Will takes one with all the delicacy of someone receiving a sacred object and crouches beside Mack’s chair, reaching up to dab at his cheeks with theatrical care.

Mack groans, batting at him weakly. “Will. Stop. I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Will says, dabbing again with a grin. “You’re crying because you love me.”

Mack mutters something deeply unflattering under his breath but doesn’t actually move away.

The host smiles and picks up her cue cards. “Okay,” she says, tone bright but gentler now. “We are so honored to have the first overall pick here with us tonight. Macklin Celebrini—congratulations. How are you feeling right now?”

Mack exhales through a shaky laugh and runs a hand through his flattened hair. “Uh, surreal? Crazy? Fucked up, in a good way—sorry—shit—sorry—oh my god—”

Zeev wheezes. “There it is.”

Will bursts out laughing, tilting his head back. “We had a bet on how long it would take him to drop an F-bomb. I said under four minutes. Pay up, Buium.”

Will, from beside his chair, whispers, “Thanks, babe. You’re killing it.”

Mack bumps his knee in reply.

“Unbelievable,” the host mutters, half-laughing. “And we were doing so well... So what was this week like leading up to the Draft? Who've you had here in Vegas with you?"

Mack wipes his hand down his face, still a little pink. “My family’s been in town all week. My parents and my three siblings. We’ve just been kind of… keeping busy, trying to stay calm. Eating a lot of pasta.”

Will leans forward, grinning. “I was also here, thank you very much.”

Mack snorts. “Unfortunately.”

“I was emotional support.”

“You ate half my pasta and beat me at mini-golf.”

“You let me win because you were being soft.”

“Don’t say soft,” Mack mutters, blushing again.

Zeev grins. “They’ve been like this since U15. Honestly? Nothing’s changed except now they kiss.”

Will shrugs, unbothered. “That’s called progress, Zeev.”

The host chuckles. “Well, we’re glad you made time for us tonight. Macklin, what are you most looking forward to now that you’re officially headed to San Jose?”

Mack sits a little straighter. “Honestly, I’m just excited to get started and get settled. It’s such a great organization. I’ve heard a lot from my dad, he works with the Warriors, so he’s in the Bay Area already. It'll be nice to have family close by.”

Will wiggles his eyebrows. “And me. Your new roomie.”

Mack groans. “We are not roomies. You're literally living in the Marleau's guesthouse, idiot.”

“But you'll be in my bed every night.”

“Please, shut up,” Mack mutters into his mic.

Zeev raises his Chipotle cup. “To California housing crises and codependent hockey players.”

The host laughs and glances at Will with a practiced, expectant smile. “Alright. Will, I’ve got to ask. How does it feel, seeing Mack go first overall… and to your team?”

Will blinks, caught slightly off guard by the attention, but his grin settles easy and honest.

He glances over at Mack, who’s already watching him, eyes still a little red at the corners.

“It feels—” Will pauses, then shrugs lightly, voice soft but sure. “It feels like how it’s supposed to be. Like, yeah, I played at BC this year. He played against me, chirped me non-stop. But now, I'm ready for our team. Together.”

Mack makes a small, strangled noise like a laugh and a sob got tangled on the way out.

And then—hiccup.

Will’s already reaching.

He shifts closer, curling an arm around Mack’s shoulder and gently tugging him in until Mack’s face is tucked against his neck, right below his jaw. Will leans into it, calm and steady, keeping his voice casual like the cameras aren’t capturing a full emotional meltdown mid-sponsor segment.

“Okay,” Will murmurs, lips brushing the top of his draft cap. “That’s my bad. Too much, huh?”

Mack doesn’t answer. Just grumbles something unintelligible that sounds suspiciously like “you’re the worst,” and keeps his pink face buried.

Will grins. “You love it.”

Mack tugs at Will’s jacket but doesn’t let go.

The host, bless her, adjusts quickly. “And what are your plans for the summer before the season starts? Any downtime on the schedule?”

Will takes the cue before Mack can emerge from the safety of his cocoon in Will's neck.

“We’ve got a few things lined up,” he says, rubbing a slow circle between Mack’s shoulder blades. “Family stuff. Couple weeks up in Van with the Celebrinis. Aiden’s planning a golf rematch I did not agree to.”

Zeev chimes in immediately. “Mack's terrible though.”

“Okay rude,” Will says. “He's half decent. The problem is, he thinks driving the cart is the whole game.”

From Will’s neck, Mack mumbles, “It should be.”

Will chuckles and presses a tiny kiss to Mack’s head before straightening a little. Mack finally surfaces, still pink-faced but breathing evenly again, arms crossed tightly like he’s daring someone to bring it up.

“So yeah,” Will says, smoothly, “Summer’s mostly going to be family, training, and making sure this guy doesn’t spontaneously combust from Sharks-related anxiety.”

“I hate you,” Mack mumbles.

“You love me,” Will elbows him. "You literally just cried into my neck on television because you're so excited to play hockey with me. You're obsessed, Mackie."

"I'll end you."

“Iconic,” Zeev says.

The host flips her card. “Alright, important question. What’s your go-to Chipotle order, Mack?”

Mack blinks. “Uh… a bowl, brown rice, double protein, chicken and steak, mild salsa, cheese, lettuce. Side of chips. And—”

“No guac,” Will says firmly. “He’s afraid of guac.”

“I’m not afraid—”

“He says it’s ‘suspiciously green.’”

Zeev groans. “Forget Chipotle. Ask him about breakfast. Dude eats like it’s a contact sport.”

The host perks up. “Really?”

Will holds up a hand. “Allow me.”

Mack groans. “Oh my god—”

“Three scrambled eggs,” Will says, counting on his fingers, “Two slices of peanut butter toast, turkey sausage, hash brown, half a grapefruit, a protein smoothie with spinach and berries. No banana, very dramatic about that. And if there’s time, one of those oatmeal energy bars he keeps in his backpack.”

Mack buries his face in his hands. “Why are you like this.”

"What?" Will just beams. “I pay attention like a good boyfriend.”

“You’re unbearable.”

“And you love me.”

The host is laughing outright now. “Okay, tell us about your draft jacket. You’re getting a lot of compliments online.”

“Oh. Uh. It was custom. My mom helped with the details. It’s got a stitched lining with my junior team logos and stuff inside. And the Sharks colours. Kind of preemptive, I guess.”

Will is gazing at him like he hung the moon.

“And what’s next for tonight?” the host asks.

Mack glances toward Will, then at the camera. “Celebrating. With my family. And—” He nudges Will’s leg with his own. “With this guy. If I can ever get him to shut up.”

Will grins wide. “No chance.”

The host is laughing again. “Well, you are absolutely welcome back anytime. We’ll wrap it there before emotions run high again. Any final thoughts, Mack?”

Mack sighs, sits up straighter, and wipes under one eye one last time.

“I’m really excited. Nervous. But excited. And I’m just… grateful. It’s gonna be a big summer.”

Will smiles, steady and proud. “Yeah. It is.”

[pannman]

Sinners and Winners

Radioapple x Reader

Pt 1

It was another rainy day. You stretched out of bed and brewed yourself a cup of coffee. You ate a small breakfast and drove straight to work. It was a short drive in the city but the traffic made it a longer endeavor. You finally made it to Spudsys diner on time and threw on your work hat and name tag. Your work friend was waiting for you so they could complain about customers being idiots again.

You were always down to listen knowing that it was a good way to release stress. They would listen to your troubles as well. Although it wasn’t enough to make the job much better. A raise would certainly be a good start. You started your shift on the cash register. It was a bit busy but nothing you weren’t used to. Aside from this old lady who decided to hold up the line just to show you a couple hundred pictures of her pet canaries. “Do you have any little furry friends sweetie?” She asked. “No… I have a lot on my plate already I don’t need more responsibility… and more expenses” you replied. “Oh but they hold a special place in our hearts. Pets bring out the good in people. You should at least consider it” she said.

“I’ll think about it…. are you ready to order?” You asked trying to keep your patience. She was a nice lady just oblivious. “Oh my goodness! I am so sorry! I absolutely got carried away. Talking about my precious babies gets me a little off track sometimes. I’ll have a number 7 with a large soda pop” she said. You heard almost the entire line behind her breath a sigh of relief.

On your lunch break your coworker friend used the old lady’s words as more evidence you NEEDED a pet of some kind. “Even that crazy old lady has a pet” they said. “About 30 birds” you replied nonchalantly. “Okay maybe not birds buuut a cat or a dog.. maybe a turtle? Something. I mean if you’re not gonna get a partner. At least have something to chill with in your apartment.” You weren’t sure about a turtle. But maybe a pet of some kind would be nice. Maybe you would head to the shelter this weekend and see if something clicked. You know, find a little creature you vibed with

But as the shift was ending and you and your friend were exiting as the sun was just on the horizon you saw something slithering out onto the sidewalk that lead to the restaurant. Your friend screamed. “Aaaaaahh! It’s a snake!” It was indeed a snake. A pure white one. You’ve never seen a white snake before. Maybe it was albino. It wasn’t doing anything really. Just minding its own business. Your friend stomped at it. “If you’re worried about it biting you then I wouldn’t provoke it.” You said. “I don’t care I don’t like snakes. Go get the manager. We can’t have a snake here scaring away customers”

“No it’s alright I’ll take it away from here” you reasoned. “Keep an eye on it I’ll be right back” you told them. “Oh lovely!” They said with fake enthusiasm. You ran into the restaurant and straight to the storage unit. There you found an empty bucket and a mop. You hoped it would be enough

You ran back out and oddly enough the snake had barely moved. You put the bucket down and readied the top end of the mop to try and pick it up to put it in the bucket. But to your surprise the snake simply slithered into the bucket on its own accord. “That was weird” your friend said.

You carried the bucket to the front passenger seat of your car. It was a long drive to nature preserve that you found on google. But it would be a safe place for the snake. As you drove you felt something slowly slide onto your lap. You looked down and immediately panicked. You swerved and suddenly slammed on the breaks. The snake was lying in your lap

You cautiously reached down to grab it only for it to slither up your arm and wrap its tail around your wrist. You smiled at it. You had never met such a friendly snake before. Maybe it was someone’s pet that escaped. That’s when you realized that the answer to your problems was right here. You petted its head and it seemed to enjoy it. You decided then and there to turn around and take it home

On your way home you stopped at a pet store and bought a tank, some frozen mice and other supplies and a book about snake care. You got a lot of stares walking around with a white snake chilling on your arm. A little boy pointed to show his mom and she quickly dragged him away nervously

“Man, people really are quick to judge snakes huh?” You said to your new little buddy with pity. “I think you deserve a friend. I’ll take great care of you. I’m gonna call you… Noodle!” It was a silly name but it’s not like he knew that. And you felt like he deserved something silly and fun since everybody found him so intimidating.

You brought him home and set him up with his new sweet digs. You fed him and talked to him. Everybody was right. It’s nice to have a companion. The next day your coworker thought you were insane. “I can’t believe you KEPT IT!” they said. “What? You told me to get a pet!” You complained. “Yeah I meant something cute and possibly fluffy like a cat, a dog or maybe a bunny…”

“Or a turtle?” you fired back. “Hey turtles are cute! Snakes are slimy” they said. You rolled your eyes. “I held a bunch yesterday and I can assure he is not slimy” you laughed. “Alright I guess. I’m glad you found yourself… a slithery little…. Friend” they forced themselves to be encouraging. You laughed it off “thanks”

After another day of exhausting fast food work you went to drive home. Sort of looking toward to going home to Noodle. He was such a special little guy. You weren’t really paying much attention until a small red creature darted across the road. You slammed on the breaks but in vain as you felt a huge thud. You stopped and jumped out of your car to see what you hit. Sitting in the middle of the road completely unharmed was… a… cat… maybe? It was mostly red with some black and very strange looking. You hoped it wasn’t covered in blood or anything

“Are you ok? Little… guy?” It approached you showing its teeth but it didn’t seem like it was being aggressive. Almost like it was smiling. It began to run against your legs. You cautiously reached out to pet it. It was quite soft. You pet it on its head but as soon as you touched its ears it turned and bit you. “Ow! Ok! Message received!” You didn’t know what to do. You just took home a snake. You weren’t in the market for another roommate just yet. You could bring it to a shelter but you wondered if it was simply one of those outdoor cats people took care of

You decided to leave it be seeing as it was uninjured. You hopped back in your car and closed the door only to turn and jump back in surprise. It was sitting in your passenger seat staring up at you. “Uhhhhmmmm… you don’t wanna come with me. I got a tiny apartment and I work long hours. I don’t have much money to buy you toys and treats.” You picked him up and put him back outside on the ground.

You drove away feeling a bit guilty. But you tried to assure yourself it’d be fine. Although it was VERY strange cat. When you arrived home you walked inside but you felt something soft run against your ankles as it ran into your apartment. It was that strange cat. “WHAT?!!? How did YOU get here?!?!!” You were sure he wasn’t in your car when you left. It jumped up onto your bed and curled up into a ball like it owned it.

You noticed Noodle starting to get agitated. You weren’t sure what to do. “I guess I’ll drop you off at a shelter tomorrow. I have the day off anyway” you said. You fed Noodle and gave some leftover chicken to your unexpected guest. You went to bed and the cat curled up onto you as you fell asleep. It was nice actually…

That next day you drove up to a shelter with the little creature and talked to the lady at the desk. “That’s… a cat?” She asked. “I think so. He’s very friendly. He followed me home but I’m not interested in taking care of a cat right now” you told her. “Well unfortunately, we’re not taking in any animals right now until we clear up some space” she responded. You felt stupid. Driving up there without calling first. You looked over at the little red cat as it made eye contact and it closed just one of its eyes tilting its head at you. Did it just wink?

The ride home it snuggled up on your lap and you felt bad that there was nowhere you could take him. You certainly couldn’t throw him outside. The city was full of dangers. “I think… I’ll call you… Mischief. You just got that look in your eye” you told him. Mischief looked up at you and showed all of its teeth with its signature toothy smile. “You like that, you little weirdo?” You laughed.

Two pets in such a short span of time. You were grateful but certainly hoped that would be it. You didn’t wanna be one of those people that had too many pets they couldn’t take care of.

You went home after grabbing some cat supplies and fed Noodle and held him for a while. As you held him Mischief rubbed against your legs and meowed for your attention. “Just a minute Mischief. It’s Noodle’s turn.” You spent some time with Mischief after putting Noodle away and playing with him before you went to bed

That night you had a strange dream. Noodle and Mischief could talk! And they were not on good terms

“You know I’ll tempt them to the darkness Lucifer. Or should I say… Noodle!” The staticy sounding cat laughed. “For your information, I LIKE the name. And if you think you’re winning the bet then you’re delusional. They’re clearly a Good Samaritan who takes in misunderstood animals. I mean look at you. You’re the ugliest cat I’ve ever seen” he taunted. “Well… we’ll see then won’t we. Everyone has a little bad in them. All they need is a little push in the wrong direction.”

You didn’t understand it… but you would in time

Let me know if you’d like a part 2

[ideas-4-stories]

helloooo! I am once again sharing the cross guild Argentina au ideas. the brainworms are brainworming

also, Romantic Cross Guild!

•Alone, Mihawk would only drink fernet straight up and treat it with as much reverence as a glass of wine. But! With Buggy he starts to be fond of sharing it back and forth as it is meant to, a drink to be shared and enjoyed, he starts to get more loose and eventually he learns to share the moments and be a part of a group that loves him just as much as he loves them. Crocodile wasn't fond of fernet to begin with, but he also got fond of it after Buggy taught them the love that can be shared with it.

•Buggy has an atrocious sweet tooth, borderline solid diabetes. What else did we expect from a clown? Anyways, aside from all the piracy criminal stuff that Cross Guild does, I genuinly think that Buggy would beg on his knees, on his hands, pouting, crying and doing the biggest pretty please he could so Crocodile lets him hire bakers so that they would make him his favourite facturas and sweets every morning and also sold off for a little profit, but mostly for him to eat at mreakfast and merienda. Crododile does try his hardest to resist the pouting clown but he's helpless and obligues after a little while. They now have the best bakers money can get in the island and Crocodile and Mihawk get sugary kisses every morning now. They might have started liking sugar more if it is in their daily clown kisses...but nobody has to know that shhh. Also now on their list of services to offer they have Sweet Argentinian Facturas among other silly little things like murder, kidnapping, taking down pirate ships, y'know, the usual.

•Crocodile is one of the only people in the whole island that drinks mate the bitterest shit yerba can get it and as hot as volcanic lava, nobody wants to drink with him. Mihawk doesn't drink mate, he's more of a terere guy, and Buggy drinks mate with one kilo of sugar on top and midly cold (hes just like me fr). So that's why all three only share the table they put the things on. Every evening at merienda time the table has one stanley termo (like a one liter thing that stores water and keeps it hot), one jug of iced juice, one flashy hand-painted classic metalic kettle, and a distressful amount of sweets and sandwiches and bizcochos of various types and forms. It is always full of color and warmth and love.

▪︎Buggy can and will gobble up a whole jar of dulce de leche with spoonfulls. Croco and Mihawk are horrified.

▪︎Mihawk mainly dresses whith white loose shirts, used to hot climate like in Cordoba. So the moment winter starts he does not go out at all, he is deep in blankets. Buggy and Croco are very amused, but also find it a little cute

▪︎Crocodile gets up at 6am no matter what, even worse, he is an old ass cranky morning person. Mihawk and Buggy do not like it but, he is THEIR old ass cranky morning person, what're they gonna do about it?

(In this AU I headcanon Karai Bari island as looking less tropical and more like the woods around El Bólson(a village?city?town?in argentina) incluiding all the mountains and cascades and rivers and lakes and woods there are there, so the next places i will name are real ones, you can google them i love them all)

•As their first official date together they decide that nothings better than the Bosque de las Hadas (Fairy Forest) because of how magical and quiet it is there, after all, the fairys and gnomes are just stories, right?

Well, turns out stories are there for a reason, the start the date and everything is beautiful and they have the whole forest to themselves so they go al lovey dovey and suddenly they start hearing weird shit until they have to run out of the forest with Crocodiles help. At the end they had a disastrous date and Mihawk was kinda devastated inside, cuz he had suggested the Fairie Forest, but his partners made sure to make him know that it was interesting anyway and they spent a good time even if they were chased off by tiny feral fairies. Smooches are required and they do...other things too...

•As for their next day, they try a place with less magic in it, they fo to the Waterfalls. They have to do a little hicking; Mihawk is unbothered and enjoying the forest, Crocodile cheats with his sand a little, and Buggy whines the whole way up even if he is enjoying it, his whining stops when Crocodile puts him up on his shoulders and does indecent and spontaneous ass-grabbing. The Waterfalls gets to witness public indecency. It is a beautiful and succesful second date.

oooops i got carried away. anyway thank u for your time! have a good day :}

Sorry it took so long to reply, many long projects for school came one after another. Then I had no motivation for some days, but I'm back and I just have to say that I love these ideas. Them drinking together with something they either don’t drink with others or don’t drink at all is so cute to imagine!

I’ve heard ideas where Devil Fruit users need something that gives them energy or something like that… it could be food of some sort or smoking. I wonder if that’s true, Buggy’s must be sugar. Poor Mihawk and Crocodile, watching Buggy eat an entire dinner worth of sugar a day like Crocodile smoking through a pack or two of cigars a day isn’t bad as well.

I’m chuckling because I see Mihawk popping his head out of some blankets with Crocodile and Buggy, thinking Mihawk is being so cute. Love that Crocodile is their cranky old person in the morning. Karai Bari being more woodland area than topical looks nice in my mind, the fairy forest with little feral fae chasing them is so funny to think about. I wonder who pissed them off? The second date is everything, Buggy complaining about the shits n giggles, then gets lifted up onto Crocodile’s shoulder, now able to see more things with price of some public indecency.

[mari-lair]

just wanna put this out here, ur chimera ant gon au is THE FUCKIN' BEST!!! i love it sm ♡ im thinking of making a playlist for it. It's so so so well made like it literally broke me to pieces 😭 i got eyebags from thinking abt it last night, ur au is my roman empire rn. howd u manage to make it the saddest shit ever omg .... definitely deserves a fic!!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaah thank you!! I'm glad you like it so much ❤

Whenever I think too much about this AU it breaks my heart, so I am always proud to spread the madness. And a playlist sounds fun! If you do make it, please tag me and i'll rb! Or if you don't wanna publish it, just dm me, I would love to listen to it :D